Chapter 216: Voluntarily Falling into a Trap
Double luck—no blood draw.
Bright medical room.
The girl wearing the golden mask attracted the curious gazes of several medical staff in the corridor.
She seemed to have gotten used to this and had no intention of taking off her mask. She just leaned against the windowsill with her arms folded, quietly observing Yang Ming.
Yang Ming sat obediently in front of the doctor, with several electronic goldfish swimming around him in the air; the most famous psychologist in this military hospital was trying to understand Yang Ming's condition.
"I'm not sick."
Yang Ming said with certainty.
"Yes," the old doctor pushed up his glasses, "Your face is rosy and your breathing is steady. You are probably not sick, but my department is called mental health. If you firmly believe that you are not sick, why don't we talk about it first."
"Okay, doctor," Yang Ming leaned back in his chair and relaxed, "I'll pay for the consultation."
"Are you a soldier? Or want to be one?"
"I've considered it before," Yang Ming said, "but now I'd rather become a local sheriff."
"Are you a noble?"
"In fact, he should be considered a reserve baron."
"Oh? This kind of title is really rare," the old doctor smiled with narrowed eyes, "Then how have you arranged your time in recent months? The more detailed the better."
"Wake up, watch the news, check the information, eat, and go to the police archives or wait for my partner to call for help..."
Yang Ming recounted "The Daily Life of a Detective" in detail.
The old doctor was a little surprised: "Your daily job is to help the police solve some difficult unsolved cases?"
"That's right," Yang Ming raised his glasses, his lips curled up slightly, "I like this job, but I usually act as a non-staff consultant for the police station. In fact, I have received several letters of recommendation, and I would like to try to come to the police station in the Imperial Star Circle to see if there are similar opportunities."
A girl's clear voice came from the side:
“As far as I know, the detective profession in the Imperial Star Circle is only a private detective and cannot be involved in criminal cases according to the law.
“You may be an excellent detective with sharp reflexes and observation skills, but your stage can only be in a star field with relatively backward technology.
"And this is the Imperial Star Circle."
Yang Ming shrugged: "How can we know if we don't try? Maybe I can find a new use for it."
The old doctor smiled and said, "It's like this... Captain, please don't speak for now. We are discussing the patient's condition."
The girl hummed.
The old doctor continued to ask: "Have you ever felt anxious or stressed?"
"Yes," Yang Ming recalled carefully.
“When was the last time you felt anxious?”
"Before leaving," Yang Ming said, "I didn't know what to wear to meet the friends who invited me to participate in the Fire Suppression Festival."
"The Fire Suppression Festival is a good festival... How is your anxiety level? Are there any specific manifestations?"
"I was just a little restless and kept looking in the mirror," Yang Ming said, "and I couldn't sleep well at night."
The old doctor lowered his head and took notes, constantly checking off items on a spreadsheet.
More than ten minutes later, the old doctor looked at the form in front of him, pondered for a moment, and his expression was somewhat solemn, which made Yang Ming breathe a sigh of relief.
The girl next to him asked, "Is the situation serious?"
"Serious?" The old doctor looked up at the mysterious guy and said, "I don't know what authority and connections you used to get the dean to call me over to see a mentally healthy guy. He doesn't have any stress trauma, and I don't even feel that he has any dark side. He is not sick!"
"I just said it," Yang Ming spread his hands.
The girl just shook her head slightly and said slowly: "In that case, I'm sorry to bother you so much."
"Thank you, doctor," Yang Ming stood up with a smile.
Before he could turn his head, he felt his wrist being grabbed by the other party.
Yang Ming almost reacted by punching the girl, but he quickly controlled his instinct and let the girl drag him out of the consultation room.
The old doctor couldn't help but stick his head out to look, and the nurse outside the door quickly made way for him.
"Madam! Madam! I am a gentleman! Your pulling and tugging is impolite, madam!"
Yang Ming shouted earnestly.
At the corner of an empty corridor, the girl shook off Yang Ming's arm, and her eyes behind the mask stared at Yang Ming with a slightly conflicted look.
Yang Ming said seriously, "You should believe what the doctor said, right? Captain, I don't know why you insist on saying that I'm sick, but from my body to my mind, every hardware and software in my body is extremely healthy."
"You should have seen the previous battle," the girl said coldly.
"Yes."
"We are cyborgs," the girl said calmly. "We are different from ordinary cyborgs who rely on injections or organ transplants to complete their transformation. We use gene writing technology to cultivate embryos and select the best ones to be born during the embryonic period. Then, we undergo ten or twenty years of cruel training to become powerful beings that protect the Imperial Star Circle. We are super cyborgs."
Yang Ming frowned and pursed his lips, then nodded reluctantly: "Although I don't really agree with your self-proclaimed strength, your strength is indeed greater than that of ordinary soldiers."
"Most super-changers have abnormal mental health," the girl pointed out directly. "Bray is one of the super-changers with the most serious mental illness. He is also a very rare individual who has gained mental power enhancement. There have been more than 30 experiments conducted around him, which has completely distorted his personality."
"Oh, what the hell are you talking about?"
Yang Ming stared into the girl's eyes: "He is like an angel."
"This angel has a special ability, which is to change human cognition," the girl said, "He modified your perception of him."
"Why?"
"Because he wants you to be attached to him and obey him," the girl said slowly, "He has done the same thing to thousands or even more people, making them his so-called family. Bligh used his terrifying mental power to corrode these people, turning them into living dead who have no reaction to the outside world. He calls them works of art and collections."
Yang Ming: …
He cooperated and took two steps back, leaning against the wall.
The girl continued, "This is also part of an experiment. I'm telling you this in violation of the rules just to remind you to stay away from Bly. He's my subordinate, and I have to do this."
"No, that's not true."
Yang Ming argued: "Then why haven't I been diagnosed with a mental illness?"
"I don't really understand either," the girl said calmly, "Come with me to a research institute, I will try to help you, and it can be regarded as atonement for his sins."
Yang Ming felt a little strange in his heart.
This girl... to be honest, she's pretty good.
"What's your name?" Yang Ming asked suddenly.
"Confidential," the girl said calmly.
"Okay, Miss Confidential," Yang Ming said, "That's a great name... Can I go talk to Bly?"
The girl said: "It is difficult for people who are under mental control to get out of the barriers on their own."
"Miss Confidential..."
"You can call me Captain Catherine."
"Catherine, I know at least three different Catherines," Yang Ming smiled with narrowed eyes, "but I think you should take a look at the shell on your chest. It has been shining for a long time."
Catherine shook her head and held the communicator in her palm. Her expression changed several times and she cursed in a low voice: "These damn federal guys!"
She glanced at Yang Ming, then turned and left in a hurry.
Before leaving, she turned around and gave a few words of advice: "Stay away from our world, Mr. Detective, and use your intelligence and talents to benefit society!"
Yang Ming nodded with a smile.
He had to admit that because of those stoic and clear eyes, he began to be interested in Catherine's face behind the mask.
…
Catherine took Bly away and placed Yang Ming's luggage at the hospital entrance.
Yang Ming could only shake his head in frustration.
After walking around for a while, he decided to go to the Fire-Suppressing Festival alone.
However, before Yang Ming had time to hail a taxi, a luxurious, extended, floating commercial vehicle stopped in front of him and two ordinary cyborgs jumped out.
Yang Ming recognized them immediately. They were the man and woman who had monitored him and Godoy on the merchant ship.
And now, they reported Bly's name, took out the video message left by Bly, and gained Yang Ming's "trust".
"Mr. Hui, please come with us. The master has arranged accommodation for you."
"Thank you," Yang Ming nodded politely and calmly sat in the back seat of the luxury car.
After a two-hour drive, Yang Ming was brought to a manor located on the lakeside.
This manor is much larger than the one Kolev owns in the Kashi Federation, and it is built like a maze.
Yang Ming said with emotion: "I didn't expect that Bligh still has such strong financial resources."
The two modified humans looked at each other and smiled without saying anything.
Yang Ming knew very well why they were laughing.
——For Bly, who possesses the ability to control minds, it is extremely easy for him to obtain wealth; he only needs to create a few opportunities to meet elderly wealthy people, and he will receive a steady stream of "inheritance".
Among the many super reformers, Bligh's financial resources are definitely second to none.
Based on the principle of making the best of a living, Yang Ming settled down comfortably.
He took a bath in the three-meter-long bathtub to wash away the fatigue of the journey, and then had afternoon tea and dinner served by a robot maid.
Yang Ming turned into a photography maniac and took a whole set of "Manor Vacation" photos, and sent a copy to Godoy and Deputy Sheriff Merger.
Under the starry night sky, Yang Ming sat in a lounge chair beside the swimming pool, holding a cup of hot refreshing drink and a detective novel he found in the study, reading with great relish.
Two lines of small words passed across his glasses.
[Boss, the initial intrusion into the Yaha Star network has been completed.]
[Bray's mental power analysis report has been completed. Do you want to receive it now? ]
Yang Ming nodded imperceptibly, and lines of text began to appear at the bottom of his glasses.
A corner of Bray's secret was revealed in front of Yang Ming.
"How was your rest?"
Bly's voice suddenly rang out.
Yang Ming thought it was a virtual projection or holographic communication. He turned his head and took a closer look, only to find that it was Bly himself who was walking in the distance.
There was a hint of fatigue between his brows, his slightly curly long hair was casually scattered, he was wearing a silk nightgown, and a pair of crystal-clear high heels on his feet.
It's really fascinating.
—If he were a woman.
"Are you done with your work?" Yang Ming immediately stood up and asked with a smile.
"Yes," Bligh said with a smile, "I said in the letter that I am also responsible for protecting this planet. Those terrorist organizations controlled by the New Federation CIA always take advantage of our empire's grand ceremonies to show off to us and prove to their superiors that they are doing their job."
Yang Ming said seriously: "This is actually a very sacred mission."
Bly sighed softly: "He is essentially just a security guard."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Please sit down," Bray motioned for Yang Ming to take a seat, then he slid his fingers gently, and another recliner flew straight over ten meters and landed next to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming asked in a low voice: "What kind of ability is this? Telekinesis?"
"Spiritual power," Bly said slowly, "The biomagnetic field, or in other words, the potential hidden in our human brain, has been stimulated by me."
Yang Ming exclaimed: "Very cool."
"Cool?" Bly sighed as he took a seat and stared at the water in the pool. "This actually cost me a lot."
"Sorry, I don't know that..."
Bray shook his head gently and looked at Yang Ming lovingly.
Yang Ming avoided his gaze and said seriously: "Ya Yu actually told me a lot."
"I know that woman is always against me," Bly spread his hands, "You won't listen to her, right?"
Yang Ming said: "I don't quite understand, what does collection mean?"
Bly remained silent with a faint smile on his face.
Yang Ming's heart skipped a beat.
Is this pervert going to attack him?
Yang Ming was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Bray?"
"I am very lonely," Bly sighed softly, "Since the day I was born, I have been lonely, lonely and trapped. I don't know where I should go or what the meaning of my existence is."
Yang Ming subconsciously glanced behind him.
Several modified humans slowly walked over carrying trays. They had dull expressions, slow breathing, and their mental states were obviously abnormal.
The tray contained the 'holographic helmet' and related accessories.
Bly said to himself: "Can you understand me, Hui?"
"Understand?"
Yang Ming deliberately trembled: "How do you want me to understand you? Is what they said true? Would you turn your friends into collections like living dead?"
"We could have had a very fulfilling month's vacation, Hui."
Bly turned his head to look at Yang Ming and said seriously:
"I have made plans . We can watch the fire dance of thousands of people together, participate in the grand parade together, take photos with those interstellar travelers who look like frogs, and watch the stars set on the beautiful beach.
"I have already planned it out. If that bitch Yayu hadn't suddenly harassed us, our memories would have been very fulfilling."
Yang Ming: …
Damn, is the real purpose revealed?
He stood up and made a move to leave, but two self-suspended laser pistols were pressed against his forehead.
Bray murmured, "When facing life-threatening situations, mental suggestion will always fail. After all, survival is the instinct of living things... Hui, can you stay with me? Our spirits can blend without limit, and we will become true partners."
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
In that case.
"Can we be alone for a minute, Bly?"
Yang Ming whispered:
"Your captain actually told me all this, but I still chose to believe you. I believe you are not a murderer. You are gentle, like an angel."
Bray was stunned.
Yang Ming asked again: "Can you give me a chance to convince you?"
Bly stared at Yang Ming, then laughed and said slowly: "I'm very pressed for time and have to rush back later... But if you insist, Hui, you can tell me now."
"Well, I want to say..."
call out--
A hot light suddenly appeared in the air, followed by a short sound of breaking through the air.
A triggered protective energy shield appeared above the manor, firmly blocking the micro-missile launched from nowhere, and a huge "firework" bloomed in the air.
Bray's face changed drastically. He turned over and jumped up, looking up.
Yang Ming also looked up in surprise and subconsciously kept a distance from Bryla.
He had already planned to subdue Bligh, and then slowly think of a way to use mental countermeasures on him; just before he was about to make his move, this "big firework" suddenly appeared.
What's going on?
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the girl standing quietly on the hoverboard in the air.
Catherine.
She changed into a tight combat suit. The golden mask that looked like a Chinese character "回" was flashing with a faint light. In her hand, she held a chainsaw-like long knife that was taller than her body.
"Bly."
Her calm voice echoed clearly inside and outside the manor.
"You really are lying to me."
Bly's face was a little pale, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said coldly: "Captain, my patience is limited."
Several micro-missiles left the launch port under the skateboard and shot towards the protective shield above the manor with tail flames.
Catherine had already turned over and jumped off the hoverboard, and the gears of the long knife in her hand began to spin rapidly, like a human-shaped bomb, smashing straight into the manor!
