Hearing Jiang Baimian's question, "Garibaldi's" body couldn't help but tremble again. It took him a long time to swallow his saliva and say:
"She, she's a mixed-race, not very pretty, but, but very attractive. Any expression she makes can make you, make you..."
"Garibaldi" glanced at the two ladies in front of him and couldn't continue.
"Make you feel desire?" Bai Chen asked directly.
"Yes, yes." "Garibaldi" lowered his head slightly shamefully, "Even if you are extremely tired, you will still feel it."
"The fact that you're not dead means you have a good physical foundation." Bai Chen commented coldly.
Long Yuehong imagined the scene at the time and felt that "Garibaldi" probably wouldn't recover for a year and a half.
Jiang Baimian rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling of the room:
"Describe her appearance in detail."
"Garibaldi" composed himself and began to recall.
According to his words, the "Old Task Force" obtained the approximate appearance of the ambusher:
Less than 1.7 meters tall, with black, curly, and long hair, light coffee-colored eyes, and no obvious features on her nose and lips. If it weren't for her unique temperament and good figure, she would be the kind of person who would disappear into the crowd when walking down the street.
And this lady's temperament wasn't always so unique. She was mostly restrained, only appearing relatively charming.
As for her name, "Garibaldi" didn't know. He only knew that Old K called her "Sensate".
At the same time, "Garibaldi" had also heard Old K talking to another "Sensate" outside the door. His attitude towards that one was obviously different from his attitude towards this one.
Both were women, but Old K's attitude was respectful towards one and reverent towards the other. The difference was obvious.
Therefore, "Garibaldi" suspected that the one who ambushed the "Old Task Force" was a relatively special one among the "Sensates" of the "Church of the Supreme Desire", perhaps about to be promoted to a higher rank.
"They value us quite a bit." Jiang Baimian said with emotion.
The "us" here didn't refer to the "Old Task Force" but to "Pangu Biology".
Because the "Church of the Supreme Desire" wasn't targeting Jiang Baimian and the others. They had already left the city in all the intelligence, otherwise, given the previous actions of the "Old Task Force", it wouldn't have been a "Sensate" who was scared away by Chanaga who came, but an Awakened at the "Mind Corridor" level.
Normally, a large force emphasizes secrecy, methods, and channels in the enemy's intelligence network rather than strength. The "Church of the Supreme Desire" sending such an outstanding "Sensate" when fishing for other intelligence officers of "Pangu Biology" could indeed be considered valuing them.
Jiang Baimian looked at "Garibaldi" and turned to ask other questions:
"Exactly what things did you confess?"
"Garibaldi" suddenly became ashamed. He lowered his head, his face flushed, and he stammered:
"Everything that should be said has been said...
"I, I didn't want to. You don't understand. In that situation, in order to be satisfied, in order not to endure the terrible torment, I could even, could even self-harm, could do anything. She, she's like a demon from the abyss."
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they couldn't understand.
Jiang Baimian controlled her expression and nodded:
"Let's go through everything you confessed again, just in case the higher-ups overlooked something."
Seeing that his colleagues weren't blaming him, "Garibaldi" felt a little relieved and recounted the information he had told the "Church of the Supreme Desire" in detail.
As he spoke, his expression suddenly became dazed. He yawned several times in a row, and tears and snot seemed about to come out.
His body twisted slightly, as if he was experiencing some kind of pain.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian sighed and turned to look at Shang Jianyao.
Shang Jianyao took a step forward, raised his fist, and knocked "Garibaldi" unconscious with a bang.
The "Old Task Force" then used ropes prepared for wilderness survival to tie "Garibaldi" up tightly, then gagged his mouth and threw him on the bed.
Not long after, "Garibaldi" woke up, constantly twisting and struggling, but no one paid him any attention.
After he calmed down a bit, Jiang Baimian said:
"Bear with it, you shouldn't want to be crippled, right?"
"Garibaldi" understood that he was having withdrawals, but he couldn't control himself and wanted to bang his head against the wall.
Jiang Baimian turned to look at her team members:
"If you endure it a few more times and have a certain foundation, some of the company's drugs can take effect, and it won't be so easy to relapse."
She was explaining to Shang Jianyao and the others, but in reality, she was giving "Garibaldi" hope.
People who fall into the hands of the "Church of the Supreme Desire" might not die, but sometimes, it's worse than death.
Accompanied by "Garibaldi's" painful struggles, the "Old Task Force" stayed in the room until ten o'clock in the evening.
An ordinary gray-robed monk came to deliver dinner, oatmeal porridge with bland sausage.
"Let's rest." Jiang Baimian glanced at the remaining two beds, as if she didn't need to say anything more about how to distribute them.
Just at this moment, her eyes blurred, and she saw a deep corridor, and gray-robed monks walking by quickly with their hands clasped together.
This overlapped with the scene in the room, but it was clearly distinct.
"Did you see that?" Jiang Baimian asked in a deep voice.
"Many 'towers'." Shang Jianyao answered.
At the same time, Jiang Baimian also noticed that the walls around the room seemed to become illusory, reflecting pagodas, iron towers, steelmaking "high towers"...
The changes continued, and Long Yuehong felt as if he had gained the gazes of many people, seeing different scenes:
There were dim corridors, simple rooms, prayer mats, gathered monks, the statues of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Wisdom Kings on the outer wall of the Sikara Temple, and the night scenes of the streets around the temple...
They overlapped one after another, causing Bai Chen, Shang Jianyao, and others to feel an uncontrollable sense of dizziness.
"This is..." Jiang Baimian recalled the Buddhist scriptures and Old World entertainment materials she had crammed and frowned slightly, "'Clairvoyance'? Someone has given us 'clairvoyance', allowing us to see the scenes seen by all the monks in the temple?"
Clap clap clap, Shang Jianyao didn't forget to applaud at this time, he looked excited.
After a brief wait, the four members of the "Old Task Force" "saw" those gray-robed monks gathering in the main hall where the Buddha statue sat.
They were mainly Red River people, some with bald heads, some with crew cuts, and their eye colors varied.
Chanaga was among them.
Jiang Baimian saw a monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue through the eyes of this Chanaga, and also saw this Chanaga through the eyes of others.
The monk sitting in front of the Buddha was very old, the muscles on his cheeks drooped severely, and his eyebrows were completely white.
He swept his green eyes and said with a smile:
"Seeing consciousness as crystal is seeing the Tathagata.
"I have entered the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss of my Buddha's Bodhi, I shall let you gain the eye-consciousness and observe the new world."
As the old monk spoke, he stood up, and the scene in front of Jiang Baimian and the others changed again:
At the very center was the current dim and deep hall. Outside the hall, buildings stood tall, the outer layer seemed to be covered in glazed tiles, and the shapes were all like high towers or were high towers.
Between these buildings, bridges spanned the air, and vehicles flowed endlessly, carrying people who were worshiping the Buddha.
At this time, pieces of paper of various colors were falling in the air, and clusters of dreamy and illusory brilliance were blooming.
Surrounded by them was a crystal-like great sun.
Below the great sun was a high tower that penetrated into the clouds.
Inside the wide and deep hall, all the monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison:
"Namo Amitābha..."
In such a scene, the old monk had already reached the top floor of the Sikara Temple at some point.
He stood on the edge, using "clairvoyance" to look at the monks, and smiled slightly:
"I will cut off the skin bag, see through the illusion, and enter a new world."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk suddenly jumped out.
His figure fell rapidly, and with a bang, he crashed into the ground.
In the rapidly fading visions, Jiang Baimian and the others saw the old monk lying on the steps, his head half-split, with bright red and milky white flowing together, spreading rapidly.
"..." At this moment, all the members of the "Old Task Force", including Shang Jianyao, were stunned.
The first part of what they had just seen could barely be called wonderful and dreamy, solemn and sacred, but now it had the feeling of a murder case or a ghost story.
Was this cutting off the physical skin bag? Why was it so evil, so terrifying? Long Yuehong inexplicably suspected that the monks in the temple might tear off the human skin masks on their faces at any time, revealing the blue faces and white fangs hidden underneath.
After a few seconds, everything they saw disappeared, and Shang Jianyao sighed:
"Why not choose to hang himself?"