Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Inside the cabin, there was absolute darkness and absolute silence.

The only things that could be perceived were the cool, elastic yet restrictive black fiber material beneath and behind, and the clean air with a slightly sweet smell brought by the circulating airflow inside the mask.

Baijiu's hands were originally resting naturally on the concave structure resembling armrests on his sides, but just as he uttered his question in a low voice—

"Click! Click! Click! Click!"

Four crisp, cold metallic clanging sounds came almost simultaneously from the wrist and ankle!

It is concealed under the fibrous material beforehand.

The matte metal shackles, matching the material of the cabin, popped out instantly.

Tighten, firmly securing his limbs to specific recesses in the bulkhead.

The force was so great that there was no possibility of escape, not even a chance to struggle. The icy touch penetrated the skin and pierced the nerves.

Immediately afterwards, a soft "hum" sounded.

Instead of ordinary lighting, the cabin was illuminated by a dark, viscous, and eerie blue light, as if from the bottom of the deep sea or the deep space of the universe, emanating from all directions, especially from the depths of the fibers that clung to his body.

The light, though not bright, filled the entire enclosed space, casting an unnatural, unsettling color over everything.

The dark lenses covering my eyes seemed to automatically adjust their light transmittance due to the change in internal light, but my field of vision was still a hazy expanse dominated by dark blue.

However, right in the center of this dark blue, against a pure black background, an extremely bright and sharp blue dot suddenly lit up like a supernova explosion!

It is not static, but rather possesses a sense of gravity that devours everything, like a microscopic black hole, or a singularity leading to an unknown dimension.

Centered on this point of light, concentric circles and layers of dazzlingly complex blue light patterns, data streams, and geometric shapes begin to silently spread, rotate, recombine, and annihilate in all directions... The speed is sometimes as fast as lightning, and sometimes as slow as the evolution of stars, forming a hypnotic yet oppressive dynamic visual spectacle.

These lights and shadows are projected directly onto the inside of the mask lenses, or rather, they act directly on his optic nerve.

At the same time, a voice rang out.

It didn't come from a speaker inside the cabin, but rather appeared directly deep in his ear canal, almost as if it were echoing directly in his skull.

It was a woman's voice, the timbre so perfect it was flawless, without any accent or emotional fluctuation. Each syllable was like a meticulously tuned instrument, yet it was as cold as metal at absolute zero.

Good evening, Mr. Baijiu.

The voice paused for a moment, as if giving him time to process this inhuman greeting.

I imagine you have many questions right now.

[Intelligent intelligence can tell you the answer.]

But the prerequisite is that you must... give up resisting.

The moment the words "give up resistance" were uttered—

"Uhhh-!!!"

It was as if a mental bomb had been detonated in Baijiu's mind!

Without any physical impact, it brought terrifying pain far exceeding that of the flesh!

Countless bizarre, distorted, and meaningless fragments of images, like a flood bursting its banks, forcibly breached the dam of his consciousness and surged in wildly!

That wasn't a memory, nor was it an imagination; it was more like a crude mix of countless visual information from different times, spaces, and even dimensions, and then crammed into his brain!

He "saw" steep, jagged cliffs shrouded in mist, his perspective constantly dropping;

In an instant, it transforms into a deep, dark underground cavern with the echoing sound of dripping water, where some kind of luminous fungus sways in the darkness;

The next second, it was an endless, raging, dark sea, with huge shadows swimming on the surface;

Next came a series of undulating, rugged mountains covered in snow, with howling winds.

Then it transforms into a boiling, bubbling volcano, filled with the acrid smell of sulfur, where lava flows like blood...

These images flash, overlap, and distort at high speed, causing intense dizziness and nausea, as if the soul has been thrown into a rapidly spinning kaleidoscope.

Finally, all the chaotic scenes suddenly came to a stop and froze!

What appeared before me was an incredibly vast, enclosed space with immeasurable boundaries.

There is no natural light here, only the monotonous, cold glow of indicator lights emanating from countless densely packed, impenetrably orderly server racks—green, red, and yellow, like the eyes of electronic insects.

These server racks, like a terracotta army, stand silently and solemnly, layer upon layer, row upon row, extending to the horizon and disappearing into the deeper darkness.

The air was filled with a low-frequency hum, the whistling of cooling fans, and a very faint smell of ozone.

This place doesn't resemble a factory; it's more like a colossal electronic tomb or a hive of thought, serving some inhuman will.

That cold, mechanical female voice rang out again directly in his tormented consciousness, carrying a cruel confirmation that was almost "pity":

You know this place.

"Huh...ha...huh..."

Like the receding tide, the forcibly inserted images vanished instantly, leaving only the sharp, stinging pain of an over-crammed brain and a dizzying blankness.

Bai Jiu began to breathe heavily, each breath aggravating the pain of his restrained torso. A layer of white mist quickly covered the inside of his mask, the cold, sticky sweat that instantly gushed from his forehead and nose.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his temples and slid into the fibrous material of his neck.

The cold shackles on his limbs served as a stark reminder of the constraints of reality, while the mental shock made him feel an unprecedented vulnerability. That place… that ocean of server racks… a vague yet terrifying sense of familiarity, mixed with a strong sense of repulsion, churned within him.

However, before he could even gather his thoughts, the voice returned, this time carrying an unmistakable sense of "patience exhausted":

Continuing to resist will only cause you more pain.

"Well--!!!"

Warning is action!

A high-intensity electrical pulse, stronger and more precise than before, seemingly acting directly on every nerve bundle, was suddenly released without warning from the fiber material that clung to his body and even from the metal shackles that held his limbs in place!

This is not an electric current designed to cause physical damage, but a neural interference pulse specifically designed to interfere with nerve signals, disrupt concentration, and induce extreme pain and confusion!

Baijiu's body arched violently under the shackles, like a shrimp thrown into a frying pan! All his muscles tensed up to the point of spasm, his teeth clenched tightly, but he could not suppress the broken groans of pain that escaped from deep in his throat.

My vision was completely swallowed by distorted light spots and darkness behind the mask, and all I could hear was my own amplified heartbeat and the roar of my blood rushing through my ears, as well as the omnipresent, crackling noise of electricity.

Pain, pure pain designed to destroy the will, like a black tide, once again overwhelmed him.