"What Project Fifty-Five?" Unexpectedly, Dr. Mara replied, "I don't think we have a Project Fifty-Five at all."

"Oh... really..." Feng Bujue smiled and said nothing more.

Dr. Mara glanced at him with a puzzled look, and then left the room.

After the electronic door closed, Jue-ge thought, "It seems... the power of this project is particularly significant when applied to NPCs. Even when discussing 055 with me, she was unknowingly affected..." He tried to tug at the handcuffs on his hands and feet, but couldn't open them at all. "This explains why Billy suffered a mental backlash. But there's another question..." he thought. "What was that sound I heard in the corridor earlier? Logically, 055 wouldn't engage in combat with anything with cognitive abilities... What exactly was that sound..."

His doubts didn't last long, as the "buzz" of the electronic door reopening interrupted his thoughts.

"Hoh~ That was quick." Feng Bujue turned his head and looked at the person who came in.

It was a man in a black suit, looking to be in his fifties. His face was stern, his eyes cold, and he looked like a seasoned veteran at a glance.

"Rudy Austin..." The man strode over and sat down opposite him, getting straight to the point. "That's probably not your real name, is it?"

Feng Bujue smiled slightly. "Heh... Before asking someone else's name, shouldn't you introduce your own... um..."

Halfway through his sentence, the other party suddenly swung his arm and delivered an old-fashioned punch, right into Jue-ge's stomach, causing him to grunt.

"I'm Kozmo, nice to meet you." Kozmo said coldly as he withdrew his hand.

"Hehe..." Jue-ge wasn't angry, and after the stagnation in his chest eased slightly, he laughed, "You have a rather unique way of greeting people."

"You haven't answered my question yet," Kozmo continued expressionlessly.

"I'm curious..." Feng Bujue said, "If I just keep refusing to answer your questions, what can you do to me?"

Kozmo replied calmly, "First, I'll beat you until you have a stomach hemorrhage..."

"Oh~" Feng Bujue seemed quite relaxed.

"... as a warm-up." Kozmo's second half of the sentence was a second late.

"... Crap!" Jue-ge's interjection was also right behind him.

"Therefore, I suggest you cooperate obediently," Kozmo continued. "You're going to have to talk in the end anyway..."

"Hmph... I doubt that," Feng Bujue sneered.

*Pfft—*

The next second, Kozmo raised his hand and punched again, this time hitting Jue-ge in the face.

Of course, technically... it was Rudy Austin's face.

"Sss..." Feng Bujue felt a soreness in his nose and a coolness in his philtrum, and soon... two streams of blood flowed down his nose and into his mouth.

"Whether you want to play the tough guy or the madman, it doesn't matter..." Kozmo said. "Those tricks don't work on me." He paused. "As long as you're definitely a rational, physiologically normal human, I have ways to make you talk."

"Heh..." Feng Bujue licked the blood from his lips. "Then let's give it a try."

And so... a brutal interrogation began, with punches landing on flesh.

On one side was an experienced, seasoned, and cold-blooded Level 5 personnel. As long as it was for the mission, he could ruthlessly apply extreme pressure to the old, weak, sick, and disabled without hesitation.

On the other side was a player with no fear, extremely high tolerance, and not actually in his own body. He could endure all kinds of atrocities without having to worry about permanent damage.

This combination of attack and defense, if they could successfully engage in a duel... would undoubtedly compose an immortal legend in the interrogation world.

Unfortunately...

"Sir, there are some situations here, you'd better come and take a look."

Before Kozmo could even finish his warm-up, Agent Steven's voice came from the walkie-talkie on his body.

"Got it, I'll be right there." Kozmo picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, then looked at Jue-ge. "This isn't over, Mr. Austin, I'll be right back..."

"Tch..." Feng Bujue spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, grinned, and looked up. "Next time you come, you better bring some tools. Hand-to-hand interrogation is too monotonous, I'm almost falling asleep."

Kozmo stood up and stared at Jue-ge for a few seconds. "Okay... you wait."

With that, he left the room.

"Huff... son of a b*tch..." As soon as the other party left, Jue-ge cursed. "He punched me for a full nine minutes... knocking off 64% of my survival value... Fortunately, he stopped from time to time to ask questions or something, otherwise I might have died here..." While mumbling, he tried to move his body to check his injuries. "Hmm... no broken bones, slight soft tissue contusions and bruises all over are nothing, it just hurts a little."

He glanced at the game menu and didn't see any abnormal bleeding status. His survival value and stamina value were also recovering at a very slow (equivalent to the physical fitness of the character in the script) speed.

"Looking at this situation... I won't die anytime soon, but..." Feng Bujue muttered, "How do I get out of this situation..."

...

At the same time, outside the interrogation room.

"What's wrong?" Kozmo quickly walked through the corridor and arrived at a spacious monitoring room.

This was the security monitoring center located in B7.

As soon as Kozmo entered the monitoring room, Steven greeted him: "Sir, the re-containment of 106 has been completed. It seems... after hunting a certain number of 'prey,' it entered a 'dormant state' on its own." He paused for half a second. "In addition, the recovery of 173 has also been completed."

"You called me out just to report these things?" Kozmo said impatiently. "If there's nothing else, I have a very important prisoner over there to interrogate..." Saying that, he turned to leave.

"No, sir, there's something else." Steven stopped Kozmo and said, "Just now, the members of the Nine-Tailed Fox team have all left the base."

"Hmm?" Kozmo's expression changed slightly. "Why? Their work shouldn't be finished yet, right? About that..." He seemed to struggle to remember for a moment, "... that Project 055's containment, how did they do?"

"Uh... I asked about that too, but they refused to talk about it," Steven replied. "Also... including myself, everyone, we don't know if 055 has returned to its containment measures. In fact... we can't even be sure if 'it' has ever escaped from its containment measures."

"Alright..." Kozmo thought for a moment. "Since Nine-Tailed Fox wants to leave, let them go. I think they know what they're doing." Saying that, he subconsciously looked up. "By the way, how's that puppet doing now?"

"It's been put back into containment measures," Steven replied. "But the recovery report says... it seems to have lost all its anomalous properties and become an ordinary puppet. However, it is currently impossible to determine whether this phenomenon is permanent."

"Hmm..." Kozmo nodded thoughtfully. "In my opinion, this may also be a disguise."

"I suspect that too, sir," Steven quickly replied. "That puppet is very cunning and could very well create such illusions in order to achieve some purpose."

"Hmm..." Kozmo pondered for a few seconds and then asked, "Have Dr. Jonathan and his team returned to their posts?"

"Yes, they have returned to B3 and started working," Steven replied.

"That's good, have them take Billy to the lab for testing now," Kozmo continued. "If Billy has really become an ordinary puppet, then after the test, directly label it as neutralized (referring to any item that has been destroyed or has lost its special properties, extra dimensions, or adverse effects. Items under this level should have a record of the item's previous information in a memorandum), and destroy it." He straightened his cuffs, wiping off the blood on them. "Anyway, this is a potential keter-class project, it's best to take this opportunity to get rid of it."