Inside the case rested a piece of highly precise metal equipment shaped somewhat like a helmet. It was entirely silver-gray, and its streamlined design looked incredibly futuristic. However, the interior lining of the helmet was densely packed with tentacle-like neural contact points that emitted a cold, eerie glow. Compared to the civilian VR equipment from the game Letter from the Other Side that Emmy was familiar with, this device was clearly much more sophisticated and far more dangerous. This was police-grade, or perhaps even military-grade, technology.
Emmy's pupils contracted slightly. This was her first time seeing the legendary Mnemosyne Interface in real life. It was a piece of technology that was genuinely anti-human by design. It could bypass a person's verbal defenses and directly invade their cerebral cortex to forcefully extract memories buried deep within. It required no consent from the user and offered absolutely no privacy. It was the equivalent of slicing a person's soul completely bare and laying it out to scorch in the sun.
For some reason, looking at those icy contact points sent an inexplicable chill creeping up her spine. An instinctive terror made her subconsciously shrink back. Her hands, resting on the blanket, clenched tightly at the fabric. Everyone had secrets they did not want pried into. She did too. The secrets of her rebirth, the agonies of her past life... If this device ever read those...
James acutely sensed her abnormal reaction. Seeing her tense body and terrified eyes, he immediately reached out to cover her trembling hand. "Do not be afraid," he said in a deep, reassuring voice. "The core technology for this device was developed by my own experimental team. Other than me, no one can authorize its use. Every single time it is activated, it generates a strict, top-tier encrypted log to ensure no data is ever leaked."
He assumed she was worried about the technology being abused, fearing that someone might forcefully use it on her in the future the way he had just used it on Mercedes. Furrowing his brow, he continued to explain, "If it were not for the fact that Mercedes was the sole eyewitness to that accident and refused to tell the truth, I never would have violated regulations to privately use this method on her."
Emmy did not relax at his explanation. She looked up, her clear, bright eyes staring straight at him, her voice trembling slightly. "Would you ever use it on me?"
James froze. He clearly had not expected her to ask such a question. Seeing the deep-seated terror hiding in her eyes, a sudden thought flashed through his mind. She was terrified that he would pry into her mind. That meant she was hiding a secret. A secret so massive that she did not dare speak of it, even to him.

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