[Saiwei Vacation Island Incident] has been a month now.
A pink coated sports car was speeding on the highway.
With the autopilot mode on, all the seats in the car were retracted back to the base.
A black-haired girl was watching her favorite new anime, while a young man next to her was asleep, a talisman attached to his forehead.
Different from what the girl had expected, there were still twenty minutes to reach the destination even after finishing all the episodes of the anime, completely bored, she ripped off the talisman from the young man’s forehead.
"Almost~ You’ve been sleeping since we got on the car, a little while longer won’t hurt.
Besides, the higher-ups have granted us an entire week’s holiday, you’ll have plenty of time to sleep later, come on and chat with me, I’m really bored."
Yu Ze propped up his body with a helpless expression, he had only slept around five o’clock last night, and he was extremely tired.
He grabbed a can of Coke from the car’s fridge and poured it fiercely into himself.
"What’s there to talk about?"
"What else could it be, of course, about the ’pituitary’. Aren’t you the one communicating this with the superiors? It took over twenty days just to complete all the tests, it’s my first time seeing this.
What quality does it belong to? What attributes?
Also, this pituitary coming from a Monster Avatar, why is it allowed to be used in other districts this time instead of at the Capital Research Bureau, even in an ordinary Psychiatric Hospital?"
Yu Ze shook his soda can, "Special circumstances require special measures.
Since the higher-ups approved the application by our fellow citizen, they must have their reasons. You’ll know the specifics once we get there."
"I hope it succeeds. This way, we’ll have a third Huaxian teammate, and we can speak Chinese!"
The girl was Yu Ze’s junior sister, also a member of the Special Action Group of the Capital Investigation Bureau.
The two were assigned to complete an important mission in Mingwang City, a mission concerning Luo Di, and afterwards, they would receive a full seven days off.
The girl had just stepped down from the driver’s seat, her face full of anticipation and excitement suddenly froze, as if perceiving some danger, her face changed dramatically.
The originally underage cute eyes turned ice-cold and filled with killing intent,
A small metal hammer slid out from her sleeve and grasped in her hand.
Her cold, unblemished eyes stared at the Fifth Hospital in front of her, but the next second, she returned to normal.
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The most difficult to deal with were just the Pseudo-People who had been confined in the intensive care area, not exceeding half a year, there was no so-called "danger".
But she knew very well that the feeling just now was not wrong, she had felt that there might be an individual in the hospital capable of killing her.
"Senior brother, this hospital... is a bit weird."
"Did you feel it too? Seems like you haven’t been slacking off in your training lately."
"Come on, senior brother, stop speaking in riddles, what is this hospital exactly?"
"[World Anchor], the world connected by our fellow citizen, must have a region highly similar and synchronous with it.
As long as our fellow citizen is here, he can easily project his consciousness to that world.
because of the high spatial synchronization rate, that world can also influence this hospital to some extent, so you felt the danger.
For some reason, our fellow citizen must stay in the Fifth Hospital until the integration with the pituitary is complete.
The Capital had also sent people here early for a field survey, and a comprehensive assessment was conducted to allow our fellow citizen to perform matters related to the pituitary here.
A researcher responsible for the pituitary implantation has also been specially arranged, let’s hurry and meet up with them."
The girl twirled her index finger around her temple and her pupils enlarged:
No wonder the two of us were arranged to come here together, the upper levels mean that if the acceptance fails, Luo Di must be killed immediately to prevent his loss of control from turning the World Anchor into a portal."
"Our fellow citizen will not fail. Let’s go."
The junior sister frowned, clearly displeased: "Huh! It’s my first time seeing you praising someone , senior brother..."
The two walked into the Fifth Hospital from the main gate, and upon reaching the lobby, they sensed the presence of two non-ordinary individuals.
Where the gaze landed,
two middle-aged men were conversing in the rest area, not just engaging in ordinary conversation but also communicating through Tai Chi Fist movements as they spoke.
The actions, seemingly slow and typical of elderly people, carried strong, continuous forces being transferred between their arms.
One was dressed in a white coat, wearing a nameplate with "Dean" on his chest, indeed the Dean of the Fifth Hospital.
Yet this dean, a man past his sixties, wore some uncharacteristic adornments for his age and position, such as the hook-shaped earrings piercing through his ears.
The other middle-aged man had a square face and a distinctive black mole on the upper part of his lip, dressed in the attire of the Investigation Bureau.
"Dean Hawkins, Deputy Director Wang Shuokang."
As Yu Ze approached to greet them, they ceased their Tai Chi Fist exchange, and sweat could be seen dripping from their foreheads.
The Dean looked at the time and repeatedly tapped his head.
"Oh dear, I didn’t realize how quickly time passes when practicing Tai Chi Fist. Wait here for a moment; I will go check Luo Di’s condition. If there are no issues, I will take you to him."
Although Dean Hawkins was Italian, he spoke fluent Mandarin.
His movements also did not resemble those of an elderly middle-aged man; he swiftly reached the elevator entrance in a few long strides.
Seeing such a vigorous Dean, Yu Ze seemed to figure something out, then turned to look at Deputy Director Wang, also drenched in sweat, noting the special pituitary embedded between his arms.
"Congratulations on the promotion, Deputy Director Wang. Has the Capital really entrusted you alone with the pituitary surgery operations?"
Wang Shuokang looked at the two young men from the Capital, both of Huaxia descent, and nodded, "I submitted a request to the superiors. Luo Di and I are quite familiar; it makes communication a bit easier."
It wasn’t long before the elevator returned to the first floor; the Dean stood there waving rapidly.
"Come on over, Luo Di’s condition is still manageable."
They took the elevator to the third floor, soon standing in front of the Dean’s Office, yet the room was locked and the interior was not visible.
The young girl, curious, asked, "Does Luo Di really live in this office instead of in a hospital ward?"
The Dean did not deny it, "Yes, Luo Di spends most of his time here in my office."
The girl’s curiosity reached a new height, eager to see what was so special about this so-called "fellow villager."
As the Dean took out a specially made key to unlock the door, she pushed the door open ahead of him.
Just as she stepped into the office,
the scene that greeted her was not a bright and tidy office, but a completely sealed area, an area utterly unrelated to an office.
Rows of metal hooks capable of inducing intense phantom pains hung densely from the dome above.
Heart-wrenching, soul-deep screams incessantly penetrated the walls, drilling into her ears.
The main purpose of their visit,
a youth named Luo Di was sitting cross-legged at a shrine in the depths of the Preaching Room.
A special, ring-shaped hook dangled from above, fully piercing through Luo Di’s neck, securing and restricting something.
But the girl’s attention was not on Luo Di,
because she felt a greater threat,
a threat capable of endangering her life and even her soul.
This threat was right beside her,
with a hand still holding the hook-shaped key used to open the door.
It seemed that just a touch could cause her whole body to be pierced, and the girl even fantasized about the suffering image of her skin pierced by hooks and suspended in midair.
She turned her head to look.
The previously cordial Dean had turned into a bald man in leather, his deep black eyes lacking any gloss, staring intently at her.
The hooks embedded in his mouth seemed to be beckoning her, inviting her to join the Punishment Room.
A ringing in the ears,
and suddenly the scene in front of her returned to normal.
The bald-headed Dean looked at the girl with puzzlement, unable to understand why she was blocking the doorway without entering.