There is definitely something wrong with my assistant (Part 2) “You also saw…

He didn't say anything the whole time.

I didn't urge.

The doctor came and untied the gauze one by one. Under the gauze were mottled scars.

New wounds piled on top of old ones, spreading all the way inward.

The wound on the forearm has already split open.

The doctor bandaged him quickly, wrapping his mottled arm back in gauze.

The part I held, the wrist that occasionally showed when he raised his arm, was the only part that was not injured.

To make it easier to bandage the wound, he took off his suit jacket and wore only a shirt.

The shirt was faintly visible in the sunlight.

I suspect that beneath this shirt, there are layers of gauze.

My personal doctor has signed a confidentiality agreement and keeps his mouth shut. I would like to give him a full physical examination, but judging from his expression, he probably won't agree.

I could force it, but there seems to be no point in doing so.

After the doctor left, the assistant lowered his eyes, turned down his sleeves, fastened his cufflinks, and put on his coat.

In this way, he looks like a perfect all-round assistant.

He looked up and met my gaze.

This time he wasn't smiling, and the expression on his face was so complicated that I couldn't even read it.

This expression only flashed by for a moment, and the next moment, he put on a smile that I was familiar with.

"Boss, this is why I've been taking leave so frequently recently."

"I'm recovering from my injuries."

I didn't ask him who hurt him.

He can't speak.

I just said calmly, "You know, there seems to be more than I thought."

His eyebrows curved slightly, "Yes, President."

"But there are many things I can't talk about. You have to see them for yourself."

He looked at me, his tone strangely serious, like a promise.

"Boss, I will never hurt you at any time."

I closed my eyes.

"Stretch out your hand."

He was stunned for a moment, then obediently stretched out his hand.

I opened his emergency contacts and it was blank.

I set up my phone.

"The contract you signed is for life, and the company has an obligation to protect the legal rights and interests of its employees."

"…You are my most promising employee. Don't let me down."

Release his wrists.

He arched his eyebrows at me.

"Okay, President."

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The country's special department is specifically analyzing the attackers who appear around me.

Their abilities seem to be getting stronger.

The scope of memory modification by attackers is getting wider and wider.

The skills that the attackers who appeared out of thin air had become increasingly powerful.

The soul that has taken over the body of someone else is becoming closer and closer to me.

According to speculation, the priority of a soul-traveling person occupying my body will be considered comprehensively from two aspects: "intimacy" and "contact time" with me.

Fortunately, my father and mother have a honeymoon every year and travel all over the world. Otherwise, given the moral integrity of the attackers, it is hard not to suspect that they would use scripts such as "Father is Loving and Son is Filial" and "Son and Lover" to ruin my parents' reputation.

After discussing the soul-traveling invasion incident, the review group found that those who had a higher priority than my eldest brother's family were my company's employees at the manager level and above.

Because they have spent more time with me and we are not related by blood, I am more likely to accept them.

Among these people, the one with the highest priority is my assistant.

I had anticipated this.

It's not just because I spend a lot of time with my assistant every day, but also because, according to Master Zhen's description, the female assistant by my side in my previous life almost became my wife.

Given my sudden shooting behavior, I presumed that the female assistant was also a Raider.

Zhen Shaoye once mentioned that after the female assistant, there were countless people who wanted to replicate the female assistant's path.

Since there were people who wanted to replicate the past life, perhaps there will be some in this life as well.

After all, when this world is "restarted", other worlds will not be affected. In the eyes of the strategists, the female assistant's strategy path is a ready-made strategy manual.

In this case, the position of assistant becomes particularly coveted.

I frowned, thinking of the wounds on my assistant's body.

Could the injuries on the assistant be related to this speculation?

Since the assistant's importance has been taken into consideration, the institute has allocated a copy of the newly developed test product, the Attacker Shielding Device, to the assistant first.

The shielding device can effectively block the invasion of attackers. On the one hand, it releases energy to interfere with the possession of external souls. On the other hand, it stabilizes the spirit, making the soul and the body fit more closely and the connection more closely, thus increasing the degree of suffering of possession.

The shielding device is in the style of a tie clip, simple and elegant, pretty good.

I took the shielding device and planned to give it to my assistant on my way back to the company.

Just as everyone was discussing whether or not to send someone to protect and monitor the assistant, the screen of my smart computer suddenly lit up red.

Emergency call to emergency contact?

The intelligent brain automatically locates and plans a clear route on the screen, pointing to a villa area next to the company.

The assistant lives there.

The group took action immediately and I got on the flying car directly.

Flying cars are fast, and the Air Traffic Act is currently being drafted. Once the bill is passed, flying cars can be fully launched into the market.

Currently, there are only a few flying cars that are qualified to fly, and mine is one of them.

However, the flying car that was customized was a single-seater and could not carry anyone, so I went there first.

On the road, the red light on the intelligent computer not only did not fade, but became brighter and brighter.

This is an alert for an ongoing threat to the Assistant.

The car took me directly to the second floor. I climbed through the window and smelled a strong smell of blood.

My brows jumped, I held the dagger in my hand and walked towards the direction where the smell of blood was the strongest.

I stopped at the door of the bathroom.

It was very quiet inside the door, with only the faint sound of water.

I took a few steps back and kicked the door open.

The door opened and a strong smell of blood hit me. I saw the assistant sitting in the bathtub, holding a dagger in his right hand. He cut a gash on his left arm. Blood gushed out of the wound, dripping onto his white shirt, his black trousers, and into his bathtub.

The faucet was open, and the water was washing away the blood, but because it was not draining fast enough, a layer of water accumulated in the bathtub.

The water was stained with blood and turned into a tank of blood red.

The assistant sat in the blood and was stabbed again and again.

While he was doing all this, he was actually still laughing, showing a kind of calm madness.

I snatched the dagger from his hand, tied his hands behind his back, and pinned him to the wall.

"do what?!"

I was shocked and angry.

He tilted his head, pressed against the wall, and looked at me. The moment his eyes met mine, I felt the tense body under my hands relax.

The expression on his face suddenly began to change, as if there were two different souls fighting for control of the body.

Raiders.

We must return to the research institute as soon as possible to carry out the peeling experiment.

The wound on the assistant's arm was still bleeding, staining his shirt red.

His lips were pale.

Damn, how much blood did he bleed!

No wonder he had to take a leave of absence. With such a large amount of blood loss, he was like nothing happened and came back to work after resting for a few days!

I held down his wrists with one hand and used my belt to tie his wrists with the other hand. After controlling him, I pulled open the tie and used it as a bandage to stop his bleeding.

Fortunately, he was weak due to blood loss, otherwise it would have taken some effort for me to control him.

Backup also arrived, and the group sent the assistant to the research institute.

After a simple bandage, the blood-soaked assistant was taken into the laboratory for a peeling experiment.

The experiment was quick and this time it seemed to be successful, as the assistant came back after the first peel.

Through the glass, the assistant fluently answered questions about the researcher's basic information.

All fifty questions were passed, and there were no abnormalities in the behavioral test. The researcher allowed the subject to pass.

I looked at the assistant's smiling face and always felt something was weird.

The Assistant may occasionally look like a robot, but it's not really a robot.

He also has mood swings.

I narrowed my eyes and called him, "Assistant."

"I am here."

He looked at me, smiling.

I waved my hand. "The peeling was not successful. The experiment continues."

When the assistant faced me, her smile wasn't so fake.

More importantly, he didn't call me president.

My assistant always likes to add "President" before every conversation with me.

The second time...

The third time...

The fourth time...

It was not until the seventh experiment that the baffle opened, and through the transparent glass, he looked at me and smiled with his eyes curved.

"President."

"The experiment was successful."

The laboratory opened, and the assistant walked out of the door, staggering slightly. The rescuers hurried forward and prepared to treat his wounds.

He was so weak that as soon as he got out of the door, he was placed flat on a stretcher.

Looking at his pale lips, I walked towards him with a frown.

He said softly, smiling at me, "You saw me again."