Chapter 121: Finally Regaining Memories

"...You need to ensure everything you just said is completely true, Mr. Disguiser. We will verify your claims one by one."

An Ze spoke with a stern expression once the Disguiser finished confessing his crimes from the past few years.

"I am certain!"

The Disguiser looked anxiously at An Ze.

"So how soon will you go and verify what you just mentioned?"

"There is no rush, sir."

An Ze slowly put away his notes and looked at the Disguiser.

"Before we do, let's play a game."

"A game?"

The Disguiser was a little dumbfounded. In his experience, the Order Management Bureau never engaged in such frivolous things.

It wasn't just him—even the order officers taking notes outside were a bit confused, unable to understand what An Ze was trying to do.

"Yes, a game."

An Ze coughed lightly.

"It's very simple. Just imitation."

"Imitation? What does that have to do with your verification?" the Disguiser asked in disbelief.

"Hard to say."

An Ze's tone was ambiguous.

He couldn't be too specific. Just as Yan Jing had taught him, he couldn't explicitly link what he was about to do with the interrogation. That was the only way to test the boundaries of so-called Order.

He had suggested playing a game, but he hadn't said they absolutely had to.

He had explained how the game worked, but hadn't explained its relationship to the verification.

Something in his mind seemed to gradually come into focus. It was as if he had previously been trapped inside a framework, and now he was walking along its borders. As long as he didn't try to jump out, there wouldn't be any problems.

"Then let's do it," the Disguiser said impatiently.

All he could think about right now was that face. Desperate for news of that person, he didn't care what he had to do.

He loved her so much.

"Alright, then let's imitate the order officer who supervises you every day."

An Ze named someone they both knew.

Weird energy surged around the Disguiser, converging on his face. Although the chains prevented him from unleashing his full strength, as the ink-like weird energy dissipated, his face transformed into a fat-headed, large-eared man with a big black mole on the tip of his nose.

Although his body remained the same, his entire demeanor shifted the moment he spoke. Setting aside the hoarse voice, An Ze almost believed the man sitting across from him actually was his colleague.

An Ze nodded.

"You win this round."

"Then can you go verify my claims now?"

The Disguiser looked at An Ze with joy.

An Ze neither nodded nor shook his head. His tone remained calm.

"Let's play another round."

Although he found it strange, the Disguiser no longer cared about anything but getting news of Yu Ling, so he agreed.

And so it went.

A second round, then a third.

After those two rounds, although An Ze said nothing, the Disguiser felt like he understood.

If he kept beating An Ze in this game, the interrogation might never end.

Which meant his only option was to...

"For the fourth round, let's imitate our bureau chief. How about it?"

An Ze specifically named the Order Management Bureau chief surnamed Liang.

"Alright."

The Disguiser nodded. Weird energy surged around him again, but ultimately did not form the face of the fat bureau chief. Instead, he slumped in his seat, his face full of exhaustion.

"I'm out of weird energy."

"You win."

"Your imitations are indeed impressive."

Hearing this, a smile broke out on An Ze's face. Clenching his fist, he said, "Nice!"

He recalled Yan Jing's instructions.

First, ask what the man across from him was good at.

Then, coax the man into admitting defeat.

"Rest assured, Mr. An Ze. It's not as hard as you imagine. For certain reasons, he will definitely admit defeat."

Yan Jing had smiled as he spoke. "Just treat it as an exercise. You can definitely do it. As long as you master this method, your future work will be twice as effective with half the effort."

This was the first time anyone had ever encouraged him at work, so An Ze had given it his all, determined to do a good job.

And now, having actually succeeded, he felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

Even his chest felt a little hot.

Wait...

Something wasn't right.

An Ze widened his eyes and looked in astonishment at the Disguiser across from him, who wore an equally shocked expression.

He saw streaks of weird energy surging from the center of the Disguiser's brow and sinking straight into his own chest.

It was that very weird energy making his chest feel so hot.

What was this...

Before An Ze could figure it out, he heard the Disguiser roar from his chair:

"You tricked me!!!"

"You Order guys, how can you not follow order?!"

He was incredibly angry, yet also deeply afraid. The power inside his body was obtained after he had killed that damn man for the first time.

He didn't know what the power was either. But after merging it into his own abilities, he had felt his disguises become far stronger than before.

But now, this power was actually being taken away by An Ze! He was terrified—not of losing the power itself, but because An Ze's actions suggested the shadow of that damn man was very likely looming behind him.

"Damn it!! Did you all not see that?!! He violated the rules!!! Are you blind?!!"

He roared at the frosted glass.

Although he didn't know how An Ze had done it, he knew that as long as someone violated order, they would definitely be severely punished.

But what he didn't know was...

The judgment of order wasn't made by An Ze's colleagues.

Or even An Ze's superiors.

It was made by... the Eye of Order.

If An Ze violated the rules, Lu Miao would punish him, but that would be due to the regulations of the Order Management Bureau.

Not because he violated the Pathway of Order.

And right now, An Ze was completely fine, which meant his actions did not violate the Order stipulated by the Eye of Order.

As for Lu Miao...

She had the day off today.

An Ze ignored the Disguiser. He felt his chest getting hotter and hotter.

In any case, he had already obtained the confession. He grabbed his notes, ran out the door, tossed them to his colleagues, and sprinted straight to the lobby to find Yan Jing.

At this time, Yan Jing was admiring the painting of Mr. San that Tiger had given him.

It depicted an incredibly tall man wrapped from head to toe in a Black Robe. Beneath the hood was a pitch-black expanse, making it impossible to see exactly what was inside. But within that darkness, there was a tiny highlight deliberately painted with white pigment.

At the bottom of the Black Robe, tentacles stretched out from underneath, forming his feet.

In his hand was a white birdcage holding a pure black bird. Dangling from the bird's beak was a black branch.

The white cage should be the Dice, but what was the bird...

While he was deep in thought, An Ze rushed over in a panic, blurting out:

"Mr. Yi Ji, there's a... a problem..."

"What's wrong, Mr. An Ze?"

Yan Jing immediately stood up.

"Just now... weird energy surged from the Disguiser and entered my body. Now, my whole body feels like it's on fire. I feel like I'm half-cooked."

An Ze's face was flushed red with heat, and steam was rising from his head.

Unexpectedly, looking at An Ze's panicked face, Yan Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is perfectly normal, Mr. An Ze. Just as you mentioned when you were drunk, if your Pathway of Order absorbs the power of other Pathways, it will produce a slight rejection reaction."

"The power of other Pathways?"

The steaming An Ze widened his eyes.

"So this is..."

"Pride's power. Congratulations, Mr. An Ze, you are now the ward chief of Solitude Lane."

Yan Jing said.

An Ze was dumbfounded.

"Wasn't that guy from Envy? Why would he be the ward chief of Solitude Lane? What do we do now?"

"It won't stay like this forever, will it? I feel like I can already smell roasted meat on myself!"

Although the rejection reaction wouldn't cause death, this sensation of his whole body being on fire was truly unbearable.

"Of course not, Mr. An Ze."

Yan Jing then told An Ze the method to transfer the ward chief position.

Unexpectedly, after listening, An Ze didn't rush to transfer the power. Instead, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Yi Ji, you are heading back to Solitude Lane now, right?"

"Yes."

Yan Jing nodded in confusion.

"Can I go with you?"

An Ze whispered, looking a bit embarrassed.

"I've only been there once, and that was following the boss on a mission. Now that I've finally become a ward chief, I want to experience what it feels like while she is resting."

"Then let's go."

Yan Jing nodded.

There was no time to lose.

He scooped up Mantou, holding her against his waist with one arm, and the group ran toward the public transit station.

A short while later.

Solitude Lane.

An Ze pulled out a wooden token and handed it to Yan Jing.

"Mr. Yi Ji, is this it?"

"Eh, what is this?"

He looked in amazement at the glowing sphere of light beneath the wooden token.

It looked like a glass sphere filled with quicksand, packed with countless specks of light that continuously circulated and transformed, emitting a brilliant glow.

"Yes, that's it."

Yan Jing reached out and touched the glowing sphere.

In an instant, the sphere of light transformed into thousands of streams of light and vanished into the center of his brow.