Chapter 38 Conjecture

After everyone left, I lay on the bed and looked at the place on my arm where my eyes had grown before.

But there was nothing there now. I looked at it for a while, feeling around inch by inch, but I didn't feel any unusual structure at all.

Exactly the same as usual.

It can't be a one-time thing...

I have no experience with this kind of thing, and I have no idea how to figure it out on my own.

In this regard, I can ask other members of the Investigation Bureau for advice. I can ask them when my injuries get better.

Putting aside the matter of eyes growing on my arm for the moment, I turned to sorting out the recent information.

There is still only a little information known at the moment, but maybe I can think about it in reverse.

I carefully reviewed my recent experiences. Ever since I was infected with the red thread, it seemed like I was being pushed by an invisible force.

It seems that the key point is when the red thread is infected.

I tried hard to recall the scene.

However, apart from An Xiaowei's voice and that prayer about the true Lord God, I can't recall any other details. I only remember that there seemed to be a voice whispering in my ears at that time.

Wait! Whisper?

I suddenly felt like I had grasped some key information.

Every time I heard that inexplicable whisper, I had a tendency to lose control.

Could it be that the mutation is related to this whisper that came from nowhere?

On the first day of joining the Investigation Bureau, Song Nanxing said in a conversation with the captain that I was the least likely to get out of control due to infection, but I almost mutated completely. They suspected that someone from the Apocalypse Sect had done something to me.

Isn't An Xiaowei a member of the Apocalypse Sect? And she was there when I was infected!

I slowly recalled more details.

Although I was infected at first, I didn't hear any whispering sound until An Xiaowei found me. I vaguely remember that she touched my head and seemed to do something, and then I felt a pain as if my solar plexus was chiseled.

And those whispers that came from nowhere appeared after that!

If I hadn't just happened to hear the Morse code-like audio rhythm typing out my name, I would probably have lost control at that moment.

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized what the key point was that I had been overlooking.

Morse code—it’s been so long since I’ve heard that sound.

To be precise, it is not that we don’t hear it, but that it sometimes appears in a different form, not necessarily through the medium of sound.

Every time I was on the verge of losing control, my head would twitch with random pain, but it was obvious that every time it hurt, I could barely find a trace of rationality in the pain.

Now that I think about it, the pain wasn't random at all. Sometimes it was a long, subtle pain, and sometimes it turned into a short, sharp pain.

This kind of long and short frequency is almost the same as the principle of Morse code!

I took a deep sip of the drink in my hand and a bold hypothesis came to my mind.

The whispers in the mind and the Morse code did not come from the same entity. At least for now, the two things were mutually exclusive.

Judging from past experience, Morse code doesn't seem to have much ill will towards me. At least so far, the messages it conveys haven't been harmful to me.

Even the timing of its occurrence is very interesting. It doesn't happen often, but every time it happens, it happens when my life is in danger.

Well, propose a hypothesis and verify the conjecture!

The question is how to verify it, I thought.

If life must be in danger, then the price is too high. What if we pretend to be in danger?

Maybe I can find a chance to try it...

After making up my mind, I decided to take a nap first. After all, I could only take the next step after my injury healed.

After a light sleep, I moved my back and it seemed to be less painful.

I got up from the bed and walked to the window. There were many other injured team members in the infirmary.

After briefly greeting them, I left the infirmary and planned to move around a bit.

After lying down for a whole day, I could hardly breathe.

I don’t know if it was because of my improved physique or the mutation, but my injuries healed very quickly. In just a few days, almost all the wounds on my body were healed.

I went to the training room and planned to practice to get a feel for it.

During these days of injury, I have been lying down almost every day, and my limbs have degenerated.

After briefly practicing shooting and swordsmanship, I recalled my previous combat experiences and tried to apply the experience gained from actual combat to daily training.

At this moment, the door to the training room suddenly opened, and Chen Yubing walked in. Seeing me, she smiled slightly and asked, "Are you healed?"

"Almost well." I nodded.

Chen Yubing didn't say anything else. He picked up the gun, found a target and started practicing shooting.

The training room of the entire base is available for use by team members. Each person can receive thirty rounds of practice bullets every day. The internal materials of the bullets are replaced with ordinary materials for consumption.

As for other weapons, such as the Miao Dao I use and the Tang Dao used by Chen Yubing, there are also more spacious training rooms for practice.

Sometimes I wonder how big this underground base is.

"Yubing, do you still remember the eyes on my hand?" I walked over and asked her.

"Remember, did you encounter any problems?" Chen Yubing put down the gun and looked back at me.

I rolled up my sleeves, exposing my arms, but still nothing.

"You want to know how to control it?"

I nodded. After all, although I used it during the battle, after the eye disappeared, I tried several times but couldn't make it come out again.

Chen Yubing glanced at my arm and said, "It's certainly difficult to control it at first. Try to recall the scene when this eye first appeared, and imagine yourself in that situation now."

I did as I was told, but still nothing happened.

I opened my eyes in frustration and shook my head, "No, I don't feel the same as I did then."

Chen Yubing pondered for a moment and looked up.

"Pack up and go to the ground."

"Go to the ground?" After just a moment of confusion, I understood what she meant. The eye on my arm appeared when I almost lost control, and the reason for my loss of control was not only the whisper, but also because I smelled blood.

And on the ground, there are mutant monsters.

After a simple tidy up, Chen Yubing contacted Song Nanxing to explain the situation.

"It's such a fun thing, take me with you." Song Nanxing's voice came from the other end of the pager.

Ten minutes later, Song Nanxing and Gang Jue appeared at the door of the training room.

"Why are you here too?" Chen Yubing raised his eyebrows and looked at Gang Jue.

"I think it's fun too. I want to go."

My mouth twitched a little, and I said with a dark face: "Brothers, do you treat me like a monkey?"