121: Chapter 121 The weapon is broken, you're just a person who cries.

After that whirlwind of psychological bombardment, the teahouse fell into a state of total silence.

Lu Cheng stared blankly at the tabletop.

That character had long since become unrecognizable.

The right half, 'Ge', which represented the weapon, had completely dried up and dissipated, leaving not even a trace behind.

The left half, the character 'Shou' for hand, had left a dark mark on the wood grain due to the tea residue settling in the water.

The shape of that mark had changed; it was sharp at the top and rounded at the bottom, looking exactly like a fallen teardrop.

Jiang Feng sat on the folding stool, looking coldly at the high-IQ genius before him who was on the verge of collapse.

He didn't feel much joy in victory, only a sense of constant sighing.

What 'Eden Project'? What 'Human Emotional Deprivation and Evolution'?

It was nothing more than a hell created by a madman with power and resources to satisfy their perverted desires, destroying a group of innocent children.

Xiang Wanqing deserved her death, but the trauma left for these children was over a decade of a fate worse than death.

Lu Cheng living in this self-deceiving way was more painful than being dead.

Today, this obsession had to be thoroughly uprooted.

Otherwise, she would sooner or later cause a catastrophe because of this morbid logic.

Jiang Feng reached out and tapped the tabletop twice, pulling Lu Cheng's attention back from the abyss.

"Look at the character you wrote." Jiang Feng pointed at the dried tea residue mark on the table, creating a perfect resonance between metaphysics and his previous logical deduction. "The water has dried, and the 'Ge' has scattered."

Jiang Feng's voice echoed clearly in the teahouse.

"Wan Qing wanted to forge you into a perfect weapon without emotions, but she failed from the very beginning."

"Because the weapon is shattered."

Lu Cheng looked at the teardrop-shaped mark on the table, her breathing quickening.

"You've lied to yourself for over a decade. You hypnotize yourself every day, telling yourself you're a successful experimental subject. But your current irritability isn't some 'machine data redundancy' at all!"

Jiang Feng spoke emphatically, enunciating every word.

"That is the pain and guilt remaining in your subconscious as a normal human being because you took a life."

"When a person kills another, they are bound to have nightmares, Dr. Lu."

The tablet in Lu Cheng's pocket emitted a piercing beep.

On the screen, the vital signs monitoring graph she had set for herself broke the steady straight line it had maintained for over a decade.

For the first time, chaotic red pulses appeared, with peaks and valleys wildly intersecting.

The machine issued an overload warning.

Jiang Feng stood up.

He no longer used an oppressive posture; instead, his hands hung naturally at his sides, and his tone was soft.

"Wake up." Jiang Feng looked at her. "You didn't successfully evolve into some monster at all; you're just a little girl who struggled desperately to survive in that basement back then."

These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Lu Cheng's rigid, mask-like face, along with her jaw muscles, twitched repeatedly.

She tried her best to control her facial nerves, wanting to restore that rigorous rationality.

But emotions suppressed for over a decade were not something reason could block.

The rims of her eyes quickly turned red.

Then, a crystal-clear droplet slid from the corner of her eye.

The droplet flowed down her pale cheek and dripped onto the wooden table.

This genuine tear landed squarely on the teardrop-shaped tea residue mark.

The tea residue was dissolved by the tear, and the 'hand' she had abandoned immediately regained its warmth.

At the exact second the tear fell.

[Ding! Third divination complete! Valid divinations: 3/3.]

[Target character's obsession has been broken.]

[Calculating rewards...]

Jiang Feng let out a long breath, his stiff shoulders finally relaxing.

He had won.

Using Character Divination combined with logical information asymmetry, he had shattered a high-functioning sociopath's morbid worldview without shedding blood, saving a high-IQ soul on the brink of collapse.

This sense of accomplishment felt even better than earning ten million.

He stood there happily, listening to the system in his mind granting generous rewards of lifespan and cash.

However, just at that moment.

Lu Cheng, sitting in the chair, breathed heavily.

She raised her hand and somewhat clumsily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

This was the first time in over a decade she had made this movement, and it appeared quite unnatural.

When she lowered her hand, the fragility and panic in her eyes were rapidly fading.

Replacing them was a chilling clarity and coldness that made one's hair stand on end.

Despite the lingering human emotions, her rational 'motherboard' was rebooting at an astonishing speed.

From her hoodie pocket, she took out a black device only the size of a fingernail.

Her thumb pressed down without hesitation.

*Zzt—*

The dim lights in the teahouse flickered repeatedly.

An invisible electromagnetic interference field immediately enveloped the teahouse.

Old Chen's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he strode in front of Jiang Feng, swiftly pulling out his entrenching shovel and holding it across his chest.

Jiang Feng's relaxed expression also tightened.

He stared at the jammer in Lu Cheng's hand. What madness was this woman up to now?

Lu Cheng looked up at Jiang Feng.

Her voice regained its heart-palpitating calmness, but her tone carried an unprecedented pressure.

"Jiang Feng, you're right." Lu Cheng placed the jammer on the table. "My machine shell is broken. I didn't become an emotionless monster; I'm a defective product."

She looked at the puddle of dissolved tea residue on the table.

"But back then, in Wan Qing's Eden Project, I wasn't the only experimental subject."

Lu Cheng looked up, her gaze passing over Jiang Feng to the rain-drenched street outside the teahouse.

"In that basement years ago, there were 'perfect specimens' whose emotions were truly erased who survived."

"And they have been looking for me—the defective product who knows everything."

Lu Cheng quickly analyzed the current situation.

"According to my calculations, because I had abnormal emotional fluctuations here today, it caused a short-term abnormal peak in the biological positioning signal inside me."

She stood up and pulled the zipper of her black hoodie down a bit, revealing her slender neck.

"My location is exposed. Based on their logic of operation..."

Lu Cheng looked at Jiang Feng and gave her final conclusion.

"They should have surrounded this teahouse by now."

As soon as she finished speaking.

*Screech—*

The piercing sound of tires echoed outside the teahouse.

Three black vans without license plates slammed their brakes in front of the A Cup of Spring teahouse.

The doors opened at the same time.

Fifteen men in identical black suits stepped out of the vehicles silently.

Their movements were synchronized to an absurd degree.

Even more terrifying was the look in their eyes—filled with the mechanical lifelessness of those who only follow orders.

They were a group of true machines, sealing off all exits of the teahouse.