Chapter 526 527. Mental torture
Alcibiades is a dissolute and beautiful man with extremely high EQ and IQ.
When he wants to capture someone's heart, he cannot stalk him like a licking dog, as if he doesn't want to be by his target's side all the time.
After he verbally introduced a task to Lan En, he left without any delay.
To be honest, Lan En still wanted to pester him. This way I have a reason to punch him in the stomach
But unfortunately, this punch couldn't come.
Lan En turned his wrist in boredom and came to a workshop that occupied a large area.
There are many marble or bronze sculptures placed in the open space around this workshop.
There are eagles spreading their wings on the pedestal and ready to fly, naked warriors fighting sea monsters. There are various styles.
But the keynote is generally to show the strength and beauty of muscles and body. Very typical ancient Greek sculpture style.
This is the sculpture workshop of Phidias.
In Athens, artists and philosophers were highly respected. Therefore, with Phidias's sculptural attainments, the size of his personal workshop can even be about the same size as the warehouse in Piraeus Port.
When Lan En walked in through the open door of the workshop, there were scaffolding, pulleys and other equipment inside, as well as large pieces of marble raw materials.
The tools for making large sculptures look similar to those used by quarryers at first glance.
"Is anyone there? Mr. Phidias?"
Lan En's shouts in the workshop echoed.
On the second floor of the workshop, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground after the demon hunter's shout.
Lan En crossed his arms and looked quietly towards the direction of the sound.
After a while, a walnut-sized marble block was thrown out from the second floor by a trembling hand.
The good-quality stone did not even fall within two meters of where Lan En was standing. It made a small hole in the sand and stopped moving.
"Leave, leave! I called the guards! Pericles arranged guards near the workshop! If you know what you are looking for, leave quickly!"
The timbre of the voice was quite manly, but the words and tone he spoke were not. Like a frightened child.
Lan En's footsteps were almost undetectable on the loess ground, and he easily approached the pillars of the workshop.
Then he adjusted his breathing, and the [Light Body Technique] gave his body good buoyancy in the air.
Then he made a short dash forward, stepped on the wooden pillar twice, and reached out to reach the second-floor platform more than four meters high.
The loudest sound made during the whole process was like an ordinary person walking and stepping on the ground.
So when Lan stood behind Phidias, looking down at the master sculptor squatting behind the second-story fence, he was still looking downstairs with lingering fear.
“Go, go?”
Phidias only exposed his eyes and looked downstairs.
“No, Mr. Phidias.”
The sudden voice from behind made the master sculptor sit down suddenly on the ground. He turned around hurriedly, only to see Lan En leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking down at him expressionlessly.
"Alcibiades said that you have been feeling in trouble recently, so he paid and issued a commission to me, asking me to help you."
Introduce yourself first and clearly, Let the other party not even have a chance to panic.
Lane has now learned well from the memories of the Emperor's Children how to judge and influence the mood of the crowd.
So Phidias almost instinctively took hold of Lan En's outstretched hand and was pulled by him to stand up.
"Do you need to go find him to confirm?" Lan En said to him after pulling up the mission target.
Phidias opened his mouth and shook his head.
"If you are a mercenary and you have a face like this, then I understand Alcibiades' reason for hiring you. This does seem like something he can do."
As he spoke, he walked to the side, picked up the hammer and chisel he used to carve from the ground, and put them away.
"I'm sorry, if I had met you before, I would have been tempted to draw a mold of your face first and then start carving it. But now I don't even want to make the order I've already placed."
Fidi Yas is a middle-aged man with a black beard and hair. He also wears a robe that exposes his right shoulder and half of his chest, but perhaps for the convenience of work, he wears a short robe that only reaches his thighs.
He was supposed to be in the prime of life, with a leisurely job that would allow him to have enough food and clothing, but now he had two thick dark circles under his eyes, feeling as if he was mentally weak.
"Can you tell me what happened? From what Alcibiades said, it makes me feel like it was done by a fanatical admirer. But seeing you being tortured like this, I don't believe it. "
Lan patted Phidias on the shoulder, making the man feel some rare sense of security.
So he finally sat down peacefully for the first time in a long time, put his head in his hands and buried his face.
“Those are a group of demons!” He said in a muffled voice, with a slight cry.
“I’m not talking about the kind of demons in mythology, but their vicious hearts are exactly the same as those in mythology!”
“They followed me, chased me, and went home. , workshop, opening my letters, going through my things”
Phidias listed many behaviors in succession, which in Lan En’s dictionary can be compared with a group called ‘fanatic fans’ Match the number.
But then, Phidias' buried head lifted slightly, and a frightened eye appeared from the gap in his arm.
The panic in those eyes was so frightening.
This is not the pressure that a mere ‘fanatic fan’ can put on people.
Lan En realized this immediately.
“And those demons, those demons. They deliberately let me know that they were doing these things! Many times, they deliberately let me find out!”
From this sentence, Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.
This gets a little interesting.
Let the person under surveillance discover his or her situation. The psychological pressure of being exposed to hidden threats but unable to do anything and have nowhere to escape will continue to rise until the person is driven to death!
In Lan En's home world, there was a world-famous writer who was forced to have a mental breakdown and commit suicide by his country's intelligence agency in this way.
And that writer has always been known for his 'tough guy spirit'.
Even so, he looked like a frightened child when he committed suicide.
And in this era when even physical diseases have only been researched in a preliminary direction, there are actually people and organizations that can study the principles of mental torture to this extent?
Reminiscent of Elpino’s unrelenting smile when he was about to die.
Lan En feels that he may have gained something.
"They took the initiative to let you find out that you were being watched. Have you seen anything?"
"Silver, silver helmet and visor. They portrayed the visor as a wise old man. I had a glimpse of it in the window of my house. I will never forget that look at night!"
Looking at the huddled old man. Phidias was in a ball, and the corners of Lan En's frivolous mouth were slightly raised.
‘The Cult’ has caught its tail!
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(End of this chapter)