At this moment, the data on the computer detector suddenly changed dramatically. Through the glass, Noah Bates saw her consciousness in the brain seem to have a moment of clarity, washed over by the question and exploding suddenly.
Hate...
Violet Don fell into a dark void, surrounded by a voice repeatedly questioning her.
"Do you hate or dislike anyone?"
Hate... Violet Don stretched out her hands towards herself, but it was pitch black, she couldn't even see where her hands were.
Did she hate someone?
Faces flashed through her mind, those lost memories started stirring again, her consciousness that originally sealed them could not control them at all. In the next second, like the abruptly opened Moonlight Treasure Box, those memories infiltrated Violet Don's mind by the minute. Blood, wounds, pain, betrayal, she covered her ears, but all around were the mournful howls of memories, sharp, long roars, injuries all over.
Why... why delve into my past...