Chapter 113 Joining
"Awake."
"Um."
"How do you feel? Did the medical staff who just examined you say anything?"
"No problem."
"You must be hungry after just waking up. Do you want me to get you an apple to fill your stomach first?"
"No, I'm not hungry. Thank you."
"Your good partner has gone to clean up the dungeon and will probably be back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I came to see you first. If you need anything, feel free to ask. As one of the leaders of the Battle of Zhuolu, you should have enjoyed this right long ago."
"Yeah." Qi Heng paused for a moment, "Thank you."
It was a really enjoyable conversation.
The commander smiled and twitched his brows, and fell into a silent stare with the calm-looking boy opposite him. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Was this kid like this before? Why do I feel like I have turned into a robot after waking up from sleep?
It is indeed difficult to predict what will happen to minors during puberty. The commander sighed and decisively gave up on his roundabout way of speaking, intending to talk to the young man in a direct manner.
Before that, he ignored Qi Heng's previous refusal, took out a rosy apple from the fruit basket and stuffed it into the other's hand, then pulled over a stool and sat down, keeping his eye level with the boy.
"Do you know that you have a special physique?"
He folded his hands to support his chin, and asked with a smile: "While you were sleeping, those cultists coveted you like rats in the gutter, and scared your good friends."
"This question is very important. If possible, I hope you can recall the past carefully."
"..." The young man lowered his eyelashes and recalled what was said. He was playing with the apple in his hand, and the red color made his skin look even paler.
The officer quietly observed his expression.
"I don't really understand." After a while, Qi Heng slowly replied, "Someone once told me that my mastery of supernatural powers improved very quickly. Perhaps it was the convenience brought by my energy affinity. But since I didn't want to join any camp at the time, I didn't get my physique tested in the end. I just continued to accept commissions in the Twilight Zone."
"You are indeed energy-affinity." The officer added silently, then waited for the boy's reaction with some curiosity.
"Really?" Qi Heng asked in surprise, but his facial expression was still reluctant to show emotion. He still looked indifferent, like a human-machine, which made the superior feel frustrated. "But I don't think I am different from other energy-affinity bodies. It's just that we all have a higher perception of black fog and a higher affinity for energy. There is nothing else."
"No, no, no, that's too much of a different thing."
The commander corrected his statement and recalled the probability of the garbled code that he had derived from his ability a few days ago.
He pointed at Qi Heng's head and said, "You know, your mental network is extraordinary. It is as hard as steel, which even the high-level mental systems of our government would admire."
Qi Heng didn't understand so he asked, "Psychological department?"
"To put it simply, the people from Dawn wanted to use dreams to speed up your awakening, but at the critical moment they found that they had no way of invading your mental network to give you hints, so this method quickly failed."
The officer recounted the scene at a very fast pace when he wrote three thousand words.
"A young psychic with such a young ability has a mental network that can stop the progress of high-level mental systems. No matter how you look at it, it's a bit too unreal, right? This is not some Long Aotian novel."
The young man spread his hands and said, "So obviously, this is the 'other benefit' brought by your special physique."
The boy blinked and thought about it.
"It seems so." He remembered something from what he said and nodded in agreement, "When I was clearing the illusionary dungeons before, it seems that those things did not disturb my mind."
"That's right, isn't this a piece of evidence?"
The conversation gradually became smoother. The commander clapped his hands, narrowed his eyes, and smiled like an old fox: "According to what you said, if the Dark Nest knew about your physique at that time, they would not have taken action now. Looking back, the most reasonable time for you to be discovered should be the moment you were swallowed by the black fog during the competition."
"So, the peculiarity of your physique was discovered."
Qi Heng thought about it again, then nodded in agreement. He found that there was no need for him to speak anymore, after all, the person in front of him had already said all his lines.
The officer continued, his expression becoming more serious as he spoke: "In this way, we can confirm two things. The first is that the black mist held by the Dark Nest has the ability to obtain information. The second is that your physique is very attractive to them - such as research value."
"Whether it's your ability to carry black fog, or some other more outrageous speculation, it's all unknown until we understand your physique."
"In short." He stared at the boy's face, "Qi Heng, you are in a very dangerous situation."
The ward fell silent for a moment, and the officer waited patiently for the young man to digest what he had said. His eyes, which concealed a sharp edge, never moved away from the young man from beginning to end.
A man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure. Not to mention that Qi Heng does not have the ability to fight back now. It is like a child holding a treasure worth a fortune, which may be snatched away and kicked in the blink of an eye.
Only by finding a suitable safe house can you have room to breathe and space to grow.
The officer believed that this intelligent young man would choose the right path, and as a caregiver, he would do his best to gain more freedom and conditions for the other party.
But he was destined to be choked completely by this unusual young man.
Qi Heng lowered his head quietly. He gently stroked the apple and stared at Hong, not knowing what he was thinking about. He seemed to be thinking or simply distracted. Anyway, he didn't look distressed at all.
This boy is a little too calm. The officer thought so and felt helpless. He seemed to not care at all about what this physical condition would bring him.
The current scene is completely different from what I expected. Is it because those three people are not here or the boy’s expression ability has not been restarted? Are all minors so precocious nowadays? Isn't it too indifferent to people's life and death? ? This is a matter of life and death for you, right? ? ?
The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is. The feeling of powerlessness like punching cotton is familiar and indescribable, and the young man couldn't help but cover his chest.
"Anyway." He finally gave up on trying to find a trace of emotion on that expressionless face, and instead began to concentrate on the topic, intending to finish the task as soon as possible and go back to rest. "Are you willing to join the government? Qi Heng."
"This is the second time I've asked you this question. We will give you enough space to grow, arrange for the right teammates to support each other, and never let you be disturbed by the Dark Nest until you have enough ability to protect yourself."
Qi Heng raised his eyes the moment the young man extended the olive branch.
There was no third party involved in this invitation. There were only two guys who knew the whole thing and stared at each other quietly from a distance, their thoughts so dense that they could form a circle.
The dim light sprinkled on the white bed, and the slowly moving sun bathed the two in its residual warmth.
After a moment, the young man spoke softly: "What do I need to pay?"
"It's simple." The officer raised his eyebrows, "Your trust."
"All right."
Qi Heng tilted his head and laughed suddenly. When the smile appeared on his unpredictable expressionless face, he finally showed some youthful spirit.
He picked up the thin needle on the back of his hand. The medicine had been fully injected, so he simply pulled out the needle himself. His movements were very familiar. "I have to state in advance, Sir, I hate the operating table. If you need to study my physique, it is best to give me an injection of anesthetic without my knowledge."
Although the process was bumpy, the result was undoubtedly good.
The officer was startled for a moment, then raised his head and laughed a few times. He replied while smiling, reaching into his underwear as if to take something.
"Of course, no one likes a cold operating table, but you're worrying too much. Although Ke Yan looks like a mad scientist, she is actually very principled. Even if you are willing to lie on the operating table, she will probably just take a few tubes of your blood and then send you away."
He took out an object wrapped in layers of cloth from his inner garment, and then threw the unknown thing directly into Qi Heng's arms. The bulging suit jacket suddenly deflated.
The object was quite heavy, and Qi Heng picked it up with a little confusion, pinching the cloth with his fingertips and lifting it up.
"Return the item to its original owner." The officer clapped his hands and stood up.
"Those three people said that this item should belong to you. Now that you are awake, you don't need me to watch over it. Just take it."
The sharp dagger was placed in the center of the scattered cloth, revealing its unique aura. The supernatural prop condensed from pure energy emitted a faint light of pleasure after touching the boy's fingertips, as if it was very satisfied with its new owner.
A comfortable scent came from the area where his skin touched, as if feeding back his now-drained energy. Qi Heng paused and held the dagger in his palm.
The compatibility that is popular with people is excellent. The officer watched this scene with satisfaction, and was happy that he finally didn't have to carry this valuable item around.
High-level supernatural props can be bound, the procedure is not complicated, and they don’t even need to be carried with you. They can be summoned as long as the mind is conveyed, just like weapons.
The dagger had long since severed its connection with its previous owner and was now ownerless, so naturally no one could put it away. Since they could not establish a bond with Qi Heng while he was asleep, the trio had to carry him with them, and after leaving the government, they handed him over to their superiors for safekeeping.
But now that the boy has woken up, the nanny-like care can come to an end.
The officer asked worriedly, "Do you know how to bind it?"
Of course I know that. Qi Heng proved it with actions. He clenched the dagger tightly, trying to feel the vague connection.
High-level props naturally have the characteristics of high-level items. Although the dagger is second-hand, it still has the dignity that it deserves. Even someone with the same affinity as Qi Heng would find it difficult to bind to it when its energy is exhausted. The officer thought so and was about to stop the boy's actions.
But in the next second, a dazzling light came into view, causing people to subconsciously close their eyes. The surging energy emanating from the dagger suddenly spread outward, lifting the hair of the two people present, and then dissipated in an instant.
The binding was successful, and the time it took was no more than five seconds, which was faster than ninety-nine percent of the psychics in the country.
The officer felt the gust of wind blowing across his face, and the long, uncut hair on his forehead hit his face, causing that part of the skin to itch. He opened his eyes and looked expressionlessly at the young man and the dagger in the other's hand that was flashing like joy.
Soon, the dagger turned into a little light in the palm of the hand and disappeared from sight.
…
Is this correct?
The commander fell into deep thought.
Is this what is called compatibility, which is enough to solve all problems? Or is this a rare and undignified prop that will be attached to its beloved owner once it finds one? Is that why Bai Zhou confiscated the dagger?
The commander gave up thinking.
"It seems that you two are quite suitable for each other. You should seize the opportunity to use the props." The officer patted the boy's shoulder. He was worried about his thin figure under his palm. "I will ask them to bring you dinner in advance. Eat an apple first to satisfy your hunger."
The illusion of doubting life could not catch up with the speed of his superior's ability to accept it. He soon smiled again: "I will go back to work first. There are still a lot of messes waiting for me to deal with."
Obviously, no one in such a huge government was willing to chat with this "unfriendly" teenager, so before leaving, he considerately handed Qi Heng's fully charged mobile phone to him, saved his own number in it, and then quickly left for the next venue.
The ward became empty again.
Qi Heng watched his superior go away. The young man raised his eyebrows and gently took a bite of the rosy apple. The flesh is crisp and tender, and the sweet juice pours into your mouth, refreshing and quenching your thirst.
Maybe because the fruit was delicious, he looked in a good mood. The phone, which hadn't been touched for half a month, felt cold to the touch. After a short boot-up animation, the first thing that caught my eye was a series of mysterious green bubbles that appeared "swish", filling the entire screen in a blink of an eye, which was extremely spectacular.
The first is the information of a small group of four people. The posting time is random, not limited to "praying for Qiheng to wake up soon", "discussing what to bring when visiting Qiheng tomorrow and @the bedridden patient" and some miscellaneous chats, as well as some photos of activities that the teenagers have not participated in.
The others were private chats in small windows with Si and An as the main participants. Most of them were sent in the early morning, and some interesting things and self-talk were sent to Qi Heng like memos. Even if the young man's mouth turned into a keyboard, it would still be a great tool for talking. He single-handedly surpassed the other two and reached the highest peak in the number of words.
The time started half a month ago and continued day by day until the three people's mobile phones were confiscated when they wanted to enter the copy.
…
"Go to hell, Black Mist: We are outside the dungeon now, the sticky feeling of the Black Mist is about to get on me, so sick. Sister Qingyuan was so considerate to send us a message (the captain and Xiaoye are watching nearby!)"
"Go to hell, Kurogiri. I was so worried that you would wake up when we were out, but we sent so many messages, it should be enough for you to see us slowly when we come back, right? This is the result of our concerted efforts for half a month! The captain has checked his phone as many times during this period as he did in the whole of last year!"
"Go to hell, Black Mist: You must take your medicine on time, and even if you are picky about your food, you must have a balanced diet. It would be best if you can quickly restore your cheek flesh so that I can pinch it (this is what Xiao Ye said)"
"Go to hell, Black Mist: It's cold these days. Even if you have recovered your strength, don't go to the rooftop to enjoy the breeze and the view. Even a superpower user might catch a cold and have a fever (this is what the captain said)"
"Go to hell, Black Mist: The above two combined are what you and An Ge want to say to you! Take good care of yourself, Xiao Heng, we will quickly clear the damn Black Mist and come back to see you! Then let's go to the rooftop of the east building to watch the stars together!!"
…
The sun has set.
The light in the ward disappeared and gradually became dim. The only source of light was the light from the mobile phone, illuminating the boy's softening gaze.
He pursed his lips slightly, unconsciously outlining a faint arc, and smiled quietly where no one knew.
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