Renault and the others still didn't know that Wen Xishu had infiltrated. They always believed that only eight people had entered the island.
All others had already become slaves to the serotonin, accepted the world's rules, and became part of the vast, uniform scenery.
But Horn still couldn't be reached.
Antoine:
"That little guy in the wheelchair? What commotion can he cause? Renault, being overly cautious isn't good either. All we need to do is wait."
Renault was not angry:
"I will continue investigating. There must be clues in the hospital that can give us answers. If I find any, you must follow my orders at once."
Given Renault's third Ability User power, stronger than the fourth and fifth combined...
Antoine and Nikola were very polite:
"Of course, always ready to heed the call."
Renault seemed to have suddenly thought of something and began walking towards a mysterious storeroom in the hospital.
Just then, Renault's 'behavior norms manual' started correcting Renault's behavior, causing Antoine and Nikola to immediately realize something was off.
Because their manuals were also reminding them, Law Enforcer Renault's behavior was in violation, he must be stopped at once.
"Renault! Don't go there!" Antoine shouted.
Renault said:
"I suspect that Horn has some huge conspiracy that may ruin the captain's plans. Listen, if we all follow the rules, those who don't will become invincible."
"I thought of a possibility, and I must verify it."
Antoine was taken aback, not expecting Renault to be so desperate.
Nikola sighed:
"Delaying my enjoyment of serotonin... what a bother."
Despite saying that, Nikola and Antoine followed.
...
...
Industrial Zone.
Unlike other commercial, residential, and entertainment zones, this place was extremely somber. Huge spherical factories occupied nearly one-sixth of the city's area.
This industrial sphere building was what everyone believed to be— the place leading to glory.
Of course, that was the propaganda. Only those with their prefrontal lobes removed were eligible to enter here.
The enormous spherical structure had twenty-five doors. Twenty-five entrances.
Wen Xishu and Horn were at the seventh entrance.
However, both their expressions were blank.
Wen Xishu walked standing, while behind Horn, a doctor was pushing his wheelchair.
Actually, it wasn't the doctor's first time here, or rather, not the first time transporting "items" here.
So he was familiar with the process.
No "noble" names were needed; for registration, just a number would suffice. Then, two prefrontal lobe-removed "nobles" could enter the spherical building and receive arrangements.
But this time, the doctor seemed a bit nervous.
Because...
Although both new "higher-ups" had a linear scar on their foreheads, with stitches just like previous "higher-ups," this time it was different—
Wen Xishu and Horn hadn't had their prefrontal lobes removed.
The prefrontal lobes in their hands— came from the hospital's organ storeroom and weren't their own.
But to the inspectors, seeing this scene, they wouldn't ask more questions. They would only envy those who no longer had their own thoughts and could precisely follow the behavior norms manual, enjoying the highest quality, joyful life.
Everything went smoothly.
Wen Xishu and Horn quickly entered the spherical building.
Even as the doctor left, he didn't dare to report Wen Xishu.
Because he had already committed a great sin. He had delivered the two most dangerous loose cannons to the city's most prestigious, upper-class place.
So he'd best keep his mouth shut, otherwise...
Neither the city's law nor the terrifying methods Wen Xishu showed while forcing him, he could endure.
...
...
Inside the spherical building, there was no one guiding Wen Xishu and Horn. They acted on their own.
Because once the prefrontal lobes were removed, everything was controlled by the behavior norms manual.
According to the doctor, the manual controlled all the "higher-ups" who lost their thought ability via serotonin.
People would turn into pure instinct-driven puppets, avoiding harm and pursuing benefits.
The manual implant strictly monitored their bodily hormones, knowing when they could sleep, eat, or need to excrete.
Of course, occasionally some extra tasks... like filming "higher-ups" videos for the outside world.
In the monitoring zone, Horn had a blank expression, pushing his own wheelchair, while Wen Xishu kept the same pace, equally expressionless.
The giant spherical building occupying one-sixth of the city had rest zones, functional zones, and work zones. Most times, when these people returned to the rest zone, they only needed to sleep, eat, and excrete.
There was also monitoring here, but to a lesser extent. Electronic eyes were sparse in the rest zone, mainly focusing on the work and functional zones.
Wen Xishu and Horn soon arrived at the rest zone—
Seeing many people neatly aligned, faces void of desire and expression, with scars on their foreheads symbolizing "higher-ups," all dressed in pure white lab gowns representing glory...