Bai Xi raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing Han Mo’s words.
Indeed, he had misunderstood their intentions earlier. Subduing them quickly would indeed bring peace.
With that thought, she didn't say anything more and instead asked Han Mo, "Is Principal Wei alright?"
Han Mo replied faintly, "The problem isn't severe, he merely fainted. If his breathing isn't restored within three minutes, there will be brain damage."
Bai Xi frowned. "This is what you call not severe?"
Brain damage could result in intellectual impairment at best, or a vegetative state at worst.
However, seeing his composure, she assumed he already had a solution.
Han Mo withdrew the hand he had placed on Wei Changhe's wrist and gently pressed it against his throat, applying a slight force…
Wei Changhe, whose eyes had been tightly shut and face purplish, suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up abruptly from the ground, greedily gasping for air. Unfortunately, it felt as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat. Despite his strenuous efforts, he could only inhale a small amount of air, and began to cough violently.
For a moment, his purplish face looked even more contorted.
Han Mo did not hesitate. He produced silver needles and pricked them into Wei Changhe's back.
He first placed his fingers on the man's back to swiftly locate the acupoints, and the needles penetrated with perfect accuracy. His movements were exceptionally fast; seventeen needles were inserted in less than a minute. Within that minute, the purplish hue on Wei Changhe's face gradually receded. Once all the needles were in place, he expelled a large mouthful of purplish-black blood.
Han Mo collected his needles and stated calmly, "The poison has been expelled. How are you feeling, Principal Wei?"
Wei Changhe felt as if the hand gripping his throat had been removed. He felt immense relief, though his breathing was still heavy. "Much better, thank you, Teacher Han."
Han Mo replied faintly, "You are too kind, Principal Wei."
Bai Xi furrowed her brow slightly. "Is he well now?"
Although she had absolute faith in Han Mo's medical skills, she couldn't help but ask. The Kui Hall was known for its ruthlessness; their actions were never minor. Yet, the poison administered to Wei Changhe was non-contagious, posed no threat of panic or widespread disaster, and didn't even require Han Mo to expend effort in concocting an antidote…
This was not the modus operandi of the Kui Hall.
Han Mo nodded. "It was a common poison, named 'Strangulation.' Contact with the skin is enough to poison someone. Once poisoned, one experiences dizziness and weakness, followed by chest tightness and headaches, and finally difficulty breathing, as if being choked. If left untreated, it typically leads to suffocation and death within thirty minutes. However, it does not transmit from person to person."
Upon hearing this, Bai Xi nodded faintly and then shifted her gaze to the office desk not far away.
The Kui Hall's actions were always purposeful. If the deliberate sending of this doll was not to spread poison and plunge Black Gold Academy into panic, then they must have had another objective.
Perhaps, besides the simple poison, the doll concealed other secrets.
On the office desk lay an opened express box, and nearby, an overturned trash can. Within the trash can lay a doll, only its head visible.
The doll was exquisitely crafted, with features so delicate that each eyelash was distinct. Its long black hair was like ink, half-pinned up, and it wore a striking crimson gown, a beautiful evening dress. A red jade bracelet adorned its wrist.
If Wei Changhe had merely received such a doll, he might have assumed it was a toy from his wife for his granddaughter and wouldn't have immediately discarded it into the trash.
However, despite the doll's beauty, it had been handled in a rather peculiar manner. Its once fair skin seemed to be stained with a sticky liquid. At first glance, it resembled blood, but there was no metallic scent.
The doll's eyes were open, its face blotchy with red and white, giving off an unsettling aura.
Bai Xi looked at the gown. It was the same gown she had worn during a past mission when she infiltrated an organization. The thought made her frown.
Both the gown on the doll and the vibrant red bracelet on its wrist indicated that the person who sent this doll believed it to be a representation of her.
Bai Xi pulled a pair of gloves from the deep pocket of her oversized work pants.
Having been with Han Mo for a long time, she had also habitually started carrying hand sanitizer and a pair of anti-poison gloves. Now, they proved useful. After all, Han Mo had mentioned that mere skin contact could cause poisoning, so she needed to be cautious.
She retrieved the somewhat eerie doll from the trash can and began to examine it carefully.
She soon discovered that the doll's head was hollow, as if something was hidden inside.
Bai Xi directly pulled off the doll's head and retrieved a communicator slightly larger than a thumbnail.
She couldn't help but suspect that besides formulating poisons, the Kui Hall also delved into the electronics industry, be it CDs, USB drives, or now, communicators.
Casually discarding the doll back into the express box for later disposal, she kept only the communicator.
If the red liquid was indeed poison, then anything that had come into contact with it today would need to be destroyed, and this room would require thorough disinfection.
Upon seeing the communicator, Wei Changhe immediately said, "War God, my laptop can connect to this communicator…"
Before he could finish, Bai Xi had already connected the communicator to her blue earpiece.
Upon connection, the communicator initiated a video call, not an audio one. The video displayed a person with their back to the camera. This time, Bai Xi's attention was not focused on the person, but on the room itself.
The room was neither too large nor too small, appearing unremarkable. What caused Bai Xi to frown was that the wall directly opposite the camera was plastered with her photos.
In a fiery red gown, Bai Xi stood serenely, holding a wine glass. The red wine in the glass echoed her attire, exuding an elegant and captivating aura.
In the silent room, a voice, described as having a "yandere" quality, spoke again, "War God, you are truly heartless, to pull off your own head and take out the communicator. Cruel, so very cruel, to inflict such harm upon yourself…"
After a pause, the voice suddenly chuckled, a sound that sent involuntary chills down one's spine. "However, that is precisely what I like about you."
Looking at the person on the screen and the scene before her, Bai Xi couldn't help but frown.
During that mission, she had felt someone pat her shoulder. However, it was a high-society cocktail party, filled with reporters. Being photographed was perfectly normal.
She had never imagined that these photos would somehow end up with the Kui Hall master, let alone in such abundance, of various sizes, covering an entire wall.
Indeed, he was the Kui Hall master. Calling him psychologically twisted before had been an understatement; he was the progenitor of perversion, a supreme, invincible, ultimate pervert!