What?
He is actually a believer?
Then the previous speculation about the mutual hostility between the "Mind Flayer" and the "Believers" was completely wrong!
what is going on?
Hearing the man opposite him introduce himself, Luke's pupils instantly lit up, as if he wanted to remember the face of the man in front of him.
But it was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that he could not remember the man's appearance.
It was a very vague feeling. When you didn't focus on the face, you wouldn't feel anything unusual.
But when he focused his attention, he found that the other person's face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and it seemed that the facial features were constantly twisting and separating.
He, he couldn't catch any features from him. Even the fact that the other person was a man was identified by his body shape and voice.
"I know what you care about most. You want to know the cause of your father's death, right?"
Looking at Luke's hopeful eyes, Lin Qingliu smiled:
"You chose the wrong enemy from the beginning.
"When your father died, our Believer was at the scene, but he entrusted me with the communicator that could gain your trust. So guess who he was guarding against? Hmm?"
Lin Qingliu patiently tried to get Luke to give the answer himself.
But the little fat boy in front of him seemed to have a brain crash and remained silent for a long time.
Seeing this, Lin Qingliu sighed and continued to finish off the enemy:
"The crisis of the infected riot that day was resolved thanks to the help of us [believers], but what does this have to do with your father's death? Have you ever thought that these two things are not contradictory?
"The most important point is, when you saw your father, there should be nothing wrong with his body, right?"
Hearing those last words, Luke began to rapidly recall the circumstances of his father's death.
That day, that memory was something he would never forget.
He quickly thought of one thing. He thought of the fact that his father had no wounds on his body and the expression on his face when he left peacefully.
"When your father died, the veins on his neck turned noticeably black. That was a symptom of the special poison. It seems that these abnormalities had disappeared when you arrived at the scene.
"Come on, tell me, what does this mean?"
Luke's brain worked quickly, and then he said in a weak tone:
"Someone, someone dealt with the scene beforehand."
"Very well, so what is the purpose of this?"
"Yes, it is to avoid unnecessary suspicion on my part."
"What can you do when you trust them completely?"
"I will, with revenge."
“Congratulations, you got the answer right. You finally realized that you are actually just a good knife, and it seems that your brain is not so good.
"Because they're not even telling you the whole truth."
"That's just your one-sided statement."
"Indeed, but what if I can provide more evidence? For example, I can explain why your ability failed after you were injured."
Luke fell silent again. He had too many doubts, and this was a very important one among them.
Yeah, why would the ability disappear?
Injury should only lead to a shift in ability output and instability, but...
What if the problem isn’t the ability, the injury, but the missing part?
Part? Right arm?
Luke looked at his lost right arm soaking in the nutrient tank at the end of the laboratory, and his memory flashed back to that day a few months ago.
City of Hope, Central Spire, Enhanced Surgery, and Councillor Nia.
If what the other party said was true, then everything he did after seeing his father's body was actually within the plan of the Council of Hope.
The other party has put in so much effort, but what he actually wants is just one's submission.
No, it’s not surrender, they just want to use me, so how should they use me?
Eradicating the "Believers" was just an idea that he had proposed on his own initiative, not a task that he hoped the parliament would actually assign him.
Then perhaps there is only one thing they actually want, which is for me to undergo surgery, become the new Holy Shield, and maintain the protective shield of Hope City.
Judging from my current performance, my ability is not inherited from my father, nor is it enhanced, but more like a gift from surgery.
Luke's eyes changed instantly. He scanned his body with his consciousness and discovered that although he had lost an arm and was in an extremely weak state, he no longer had the feeling of heaviness and burden on his shoulders that he had after the enhancement surgery.
"Ha, it looks like you figured it out.
“Yes, it was the organization that you didn’t even dare to suspect that planned all this.
"How ridiculous! They have already stood at the top of nearly 10 million people in Hope City, yet they still have to secretly plan and use these tricks to do these things."
Lin Qingliu had stood behind Luke without him knowing. He was holding Luke's shoulders personally, and there were a few bloodstains on his white coat.
“Look, what a contradictory conclusion!
“With such a powerful force, the Hope Council doesn’t want to control it themselves?
"Don't tell me they're being selfless or trying to maintain some balance.
"If they were truly selfless, they wouldn't have tricked you into being their revenge guinea pig.
"All balances are caused by insufficient strength. Why should everyone share when one person can have it all?
"Such a powerful force, they actually bestowed it on an outsider, a person who is not a member of the parliament. Why do you think this is so?"
Luke responded to Lin Qingliu with silence.
"You thought about it, but you didn't want to say it."
"Because, although this power is strong, it can cause harm to the body."
"That's right, that's the only answer.
"If you don't want to get dirt on your hands, you have to wear gloves.
“This glove was your father’s, and now it’s you, Luke.
"There's no need to hope for their mercy. That's impossible. I guess you didn't consider their future when you used disposable gloves or something like that, did you?"
Luke lowered his head and fell silent. After a while, he spoke again:
"Since this ability is just a gift from that surgery, then where did my original ability go?"
“Good question.”
Lin Qingliu clapped his hands:
“It is said that the first thing a blind person throws away after regaining his sight is his cane. I see that you are one of them.
“When you have such powerful abilities, why don’t you ask yourself where your weak abilities have gone?
“I don’t think you can’t really feel the difference between the two abilities, you just don’t want to think about it.
"Now I can tell you that you have an ability inhibitor implanted in the back of your neck. It's just beneath your skin."
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