"Let me try them."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Even though you peeped at them with the eyes of psychology and showed a personality and reaction that had nothing to do with the primary identity, you will still leave traces of you in their database!
"Why don't you leave all of this to me?"
The 19th level.
Under the black dress, Zhang Meiling walked along the long corridor. Her calm gaze sized up the cold color scheme. On both sides of the wall, there was a hanging painting that could pressure the mind.
Inside her retina, the second personality, Hannick, appeared once again. A bewitching voice came from her mouth.
Her brown eyes were filled with bloodlust.
When she reached the corridor, the small interrogation room appeared in front of Zhang Meiling.
"We're both smart people. I know you're trying to lock me in the deepest part of your personality."
