“Ding Di~”
The sound of the communicator receiving a text message echoed in the basement.
[Tianmu] put down the broom in his hand, drove the wheels forward, and came to several communicators.
I have to say that the one-to-one communicator is the most rubbish invention in human history.
Looking at the several communicators in front of him whose signal styles were obviously very similar but could not synchronize data, [Tianmu] sighed from the bottom of his heart.
He turned on the screens one by one to confirm who received the message, and finally found the source of the sound.
Under Lin Qingliu's instruction, [Tianmu] has the right to know most of the information. Compared with an intelligent robot, he is now more like a combination of Lin Qingliu's personal secretary and nanny.
His functions include but are not limited to helping Lin Qingliu record data information, doing housework and expanding his secret basement. Now a passage leading to the first floor has been built here, and the exit is just under the bed in the clinic.
It was already night time, and the one doing business upstairs was a clone of Lin Qingliu's original body that was left here.
Soon, the text message was shown to the clone who had just closed the shop.
If the clone sees it, it means the original body has also seen it.
In the lounge of the spire, Lin Qingliu was browsing some files of Hope City using the terminal's permissions.
Some doubts were answered, but more doubts arose.
The biggest question now is, what happened in the end of the rebellion mentioned in "Wan Juan"?
Lin Qingliu always felt that there was a period of vacuum, and he could not find the corresponding records anywhere.
At this moment, his other body saw the text message from Wencheng.
Although the wording was still as cold as ever, Lin Qingliu had roughly guessed the other party's state.
Wencheng, something went wrong as expected.
If the other party's initial awareness of psychological counseling and hypnosis was still within the normal range, then the time when "Wanjuan" started to announce the names of the dishes was the time when Lin Qingliu really confirmed that the other party had a problem.
He didn't believe that such a name would be repeated so easily, nor did he think that the army's apparent supreme commander would be an ordinary person. At least in terms of leadership ability, he was definitely not as good as the other party at the moment.
Lin Qingliu passed through the transparent curtain wall and turned into a shadow falling downwards.
Although no one dared to follow or target him now, Lin Qingliu still subconsciously remained hidden. After all, it was Dr. Lin who was seeing patients now, not Arthur.
Of course, if Wencheng knew that the Speaker personally treated him, no one knew how he would react.
Deliberately controlling his pace, Lin Qingliu arrived at the military headquarters half an hour later.
After showing his ID, Lin Qingliu was quickly taken to the door of Wencheng's room by the guards.
After knocking twice on the door, there was a quick response from inside.
"Come in."
The voice was calm but contained a hint of weakness and anger, as if it was a mixture of many emotions, but in the end it seemed calm.
Lin Qingliu sat opposite Wencheng and looked at the slightly frail middle-aged man in front of him.
At this time, Wencheng was sitting on a chair, as if he was about to be swallowed by sleepiness, his head slightly tilted, and his eyes opened and closed from time to time.
"Please...wake up."
Lin Qingliu noticed something was wrong with the other party in one second.
As a military leader, you should never have such confused thinking at any time.
"Your abilities."
Wen Cheng forced himself to be alert, adjusted his sitting position and asked:
"When your ability is activated, there is a chance that you can see the other person's memories, right?"
He was like a desperate gambler, hoping that the other party could help him relieve his symptoms, but he didn't want his secrets to be discovered by others.
Lin Qingliu would naturally not agree to such a good thing. He pretended not to hear the deep meaning of the other party's words and said excitedly:
"Sir Wencheng, after practicing for the past few months, I can now see the target's memory fragments with 100% accuracy!"
Wen Cheng's mouth curled up with a helpless expression, and after a brief silence, he said:
“This is not a good thing.
“I have some problems with my memory and thinking, please use your ability to help me alleviate them.
"Just name the consultation fee and we can start the treatment now."
Wencheng got up and went to his single bed, lying down on it very naturally.
"Trust me, you don't want to see my memories."
After saying this, he could no longer hold on and immediately lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
That's not necessarily the case.
Lin Qingliu looked at the middle-aged man lying on the bed and began to wonder if this was a trap.
He longed for more information, and reading memories was indeed a good choice.
However, without the other party's permission, or using hypnosis reading by force, it will be regarded as an act of attack by the Spire, so Lin Qingliu cannot take action against those councilors before initiating the trial.
And now, right in front of him is a memory storage device that has lost its status as a congressman, has lived long enough, and has no resistance to his current self.
Is there such a good thing?
But if you think about it carefully, Lin Qingliu is now really able to defeat most humans, and the few weapons that may threaten his safety can also be resolved through his authority. It can be said that he has the best timing.
As long as the bait in front of you doesn't come from some malicious mycelium life outside, there will be no problem.
Putting the chair next to the bed, Lin Qingliu seemed to have returned to his own clinic.
He closed his eyes and his thoughts gradually penetrated into Wencheng's brain.
---
Lin Qingliu had never seen such a broken memory.
Wencheng's brain seemed to be filled with two things, one was the painting that was about to fade, and the other was the puzzle that had returned to its disordered state.
No matter which one it is, it is no longer self-consistent at this point, just like a big tree without the support of its trunk, unable to continue to maintain its current state.
Wencheng looks to be no more than 40 or 50 years old, but the fragments of his memories are enough to fill his entire mind space.
Sensing the huge workload that was about to be placed on him, Lin Qingliu in the conscious state sighed helplessly:
Another old immortal.
Lin Qingliu's consciousness split into two, and each began different tasks.
The broken puzzle needed to be restored, the faded painting needed to be recolored, Lin Qingliu wandered in the illusory memory and saw the culprit that caused all this—
A memory fragment with the number 2875.
With this as the center, Lin Qingliu found an anchor point in the memory timeline, just like the first piece whose position was confirmed in the puzzle process.
Then he began to carefully screen and piece together, constantly using that memory fragment as the center to gather Wencheng's memories bit by bit.
As for the faded painting, it was repainted by another consciousness.
Everything in Wencheng is slowly unfolding in front of Lin Qingliu.
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