Third Hall dark chamber.
Shushing sound—
Shushing sound—
A woman leaned over, taking notes of something.
"Are you a demon?"
"…No." —Lie.
"Second question, do you know Shuang Xuyao?"
"I don't know!" —Lie.
"Have you been cursed by a demon?"
"…Yes!" —Lie.
This was recorded.
Suddenly, the woman stopped writing.
She stood up and respectfully bowed to the three seated high up in the front.
"Lords of the Third Hall, Ding Hui asks, shall we continue? According to the agreement, she wants this person."
Three people on the high seats.
One tasting tea.
One reading books.
One with eyes closed, resting.
"No need."
The tea taster put down his cup and stood up to leave.
"Let her do as she pleases."
Closing the book, that person looked out of the window.
"...Continue."
The one resting slowly opened his eyes.
With the tea taster gone, the other two remained seated high up.
...
Interrogation room.
"They said to continue," Ding Hui said with a smile.
"…"