Chapter 521: Post-War Review of the Hotel
After passing through the corridor of the medical area, in a ward that was closely guarded by Secret Service agents, Yu Sheng finally saw the "black spot soldier" captured by Luna.
The man had been stripped of all his gear, lying rigidly on the bed in only a strange orange "protective suit." The suit was thick and complex, seemingly equipped with a vital sign monitoring device and secured to the bed with several restraint buckles. Two Secret Service agents in heavy power armor stood on either side of the bed, resembling Space Marines—but the markings on their bodies indicated they were doctors...
There was a wide window behind the bed, and outside the window was a chaotic scene of another space. The two alien creatures that had just been killed outside the corridor were spinning and floating past the window. Between their broken shells was frozen blue-purple body fluid, and the blood condensed in the universe like flowers.
A pure white and empty ward, a thick and restrictive hospital gown, a doctor wearing power armor, an alien floating past the window and beaten to death by the security guard - it was a scene of a very harmonious doctor-patient relationship.
Yu Sheng followed Baili Qing and walked forward. His eyes fell on the face of the "black spot soldier" and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Elf?" he muttered subconsciously.
The person lying on the bed had his helmet and mask taken off, revealing a head of shiny short golden hair. Beneath the golden hair was an exceptionally handsome face. It was obvious that he was a man, but he could almost be described as "beautiful". There was also a pair of very eye-catching pointed ears sticking out from under his hair, just like the "elf" that Yu Sheng knew!
In addition to this, what is even more eye-catching is the other party's eyes - this "black dot soldier" has golden pupils that are obviously different from those of humans, and there are tiny golden spots distributed around the pupils, which looks like... a starry sky.
This look surprised Yu Sheng very much.
After all, it was hard for him to connect the word "elf" with an alien wearing a power combat suit and holding a particle rifle shooting at him through a space channel...
But he was only surprised for a moment, because he soon thought of the group of immortals in Qianfeng Lingshan who drove spaceships to the solar orbit to bathe in the spiritual energy of the stars and comprehend the great way of the universe...
Well, this world is full of talented people and beautiful places.
"It's the Algradians. This must be the first time you've seen them," Baili Qing's voice came from the side. "According to the existing classification of intelligent races, they can indeed be considered an 'elves/elf-like' branch. 'Star-shaped pupils' are their defining characteristic. Unlike the Terran elves, the Algradians lack abilities related to nature or life. Instead, they possess many marvelous... talents in the realm of the starry sky."
At the same time, the "Algrad Elf" lying on the hospital bed also raised his head and looked in the direction where the conversation came from.
The next second, Yu Sheng saw the pupils of this "elf" shrink sharply, even those tiny golden light points that looked like stars suddenly disappeared into his pupils. He stared at Baili Qing standing next to him, his whole body visibly tense. After a few seconds, he squeezed out a voice from his throat: "...the evil spirit of the borderland!"
Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Baili Qing: "...You are so famous outside?"
Even Baili Qing's expression was a little subtle. She tilted her head slightly and said, "I've only dealt with the Black Spot Group a few times..."
Yu Sheng immediately became curious about the "several encounters" Baili Qing mentioned, but he didn't ask further. Instead, he quickly focused his attention on the obviously nervous black spot soldier: "Do you remember my face?"
The black spot soldier's gaze flickered several times between Yu Sheng, Baili Qing, and Luna, who was not far away. He quickly calmed down and sighed softly, "Of course I remember. You were standing across the rift, and there were a group of... strange people next to you. I fainted before I could figure out what was going on."
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, realizing that the other party's "cooperation" exceeded his expectations - the "atmosphere" was not so good when he interrogated those angel believers and hermits before.
He was puzzled for a moment, but before he could ask, he saw the black spot soldier on the bed sigh again, a look of melancholy on his face. "I'm just a guard temporarily transferred to the scene, a D-class contract soldier at that. I don't know anything even if you arrest me... You might as well arrest our laboratory director."
Yu Sheng: "...Laboratory Director?"
"She's the boss of the entire facility, her name is Lovell. She asks everyone to call her 'Boss.' She was standing in the control area at the time... Oh, you might not be able to see her from the perspective across the rift."
Yu Sheng: “…”
He suddenly realized that the Algrad man in front of him, who seemed to be very cooperative and answered questions fluently, might be another difficult interrogation subject. If he was a tough guy, he would probably be more difficult to deal with than those stubborn cultists.
Because he could answer any question, or he could answer anything he wanted—this guy was definitely trained! If I didn't have some professional interrogation skills, I'm afraid this guy could keep up a high-intensity, fabricated story for 24 hours...
Of course, this Black Spot soldier must have known that he had landed inside Secret Service headquarters, with no hope of escape, let alone anyone coming to rescue him. His random answers were clearly just a way to buy time—perhaps to divert the Secret Service's attention, perhaps to give the people in the lab enough time to transfer the data, or perhaps to allow any remaining traces of the rift to naturally dissipate...
Many times, procrastination is the goal itself.
But Yu Sheng didn't have enough time and energy to engage in this kind of round-based verbal battle with a professional soldier who answered questions randomly and had received anti-interrogation training.
He looked up at Baili Qing and said, "I'm afraid we need an expert here, someone who knows how to restore memories."
"I'll handle it myself. Restoring certain people's memories is my specialty," Baili Qing replied expressionlessly, "but this may take some time. Just go back and wait for news from me."
"Okay, I'll leave this to you," Yu Sheng nodded, then he exhaled and casually opened a door nearby. "I'm going to go back and fix Irene's arm first. Luna, let's go home."
As he said this, he turned around and glanced at the Algrad man lying on the hospital bed.
The "elf" was firmly fixed to the bed by a restraining hospital gown, with only his head able to move. He still looked worried, but his eyes involuntarily drifted towards the door leading to No. 66 Wutong Road, and there seemed to be some curiosity in his eyes.
Baili Qing walked over, blocking the other person's gaze and Yu Sheng's door with her body.
"Well, it's time for the next course of treatment," she said slowly.
…
At No. 66 Wutong Road, on the "alchemy table" in the attic, Irene was sitting obediently on a pile of books, stretching out her arms for Yu Sheng to see.
The slender doll's arms were covered with cracks of various sizes, making it look miserable - this was the result of her trying to use her own strength to forcibly hold up the space channel that was about to collapse.
Luna was holding a bowl of lotus root powder and stirring it slowly, while Hu Li was leaning his head next to Luna, looking at her expectantly.
In fact, it was the fox girl who was responsible for helping to prepare the lotus root powder at the beginning, but she couldn't control herself at all because she was stirring it while eating. Luna couldn't stand it anymore and took over the job.
"I wish I had reacted faster," Yu Sheng muttered as he examined the wound on the doll's arm. "I should have rushed directly to the other side of the rift and marked it. I wouldn't have to worry if they closed the passage later. I could have opened the door and gone through again at any time..."
"You had a good idea," Irene glanced at him. "With the intensity of the enemy's firepower at that time, you couldn't run two steps forward before you were dead. Do you think everyone can dance and dodge bullets like C-shaped buckle?"
Yu Sheng thought for a moment and said, "If I run faster, maybe even if I die I can use inertia to throw my body to the other side."
Irene: "It's still not working. The distance is too far, and there are so many people on the other side blocking it. Besides, the passage only takes a few seconds from closing to collapsing, which is not enough time for you to speed up."
Yu Sheng: "...then I should have Hu Li use his tail to launch me over there. After I explode, I can be spread all over the ground. If I spread it evenly, the effect might be even better."
Irene: “This idea seems feasible!”
Yu Sheng smacked his lips, suddenly feeling something was amiss: "Isn't this post-war review of ours a bit perverted?"
The little puppet's eyes widened immediately: "You were the one who started it!"
Yu Sheng was delighted. He took the bowl of lotus root powder from Luna and began to putty the lotus root again while muttering, "Don't blame anyone. Look at your miserable state—this thing that was just repaired is cracked again."
"Hehe~"
Yu Sheng had long been accustomed to the puppet's heartless and shameless state.
The puppet's arm healed bit by bit, and the fox's tail swayed in the corner of his eye. Yu Sheng turned his head to look at the nine-tailed fox and said, "Eat later. This time, Irene's arm is more severely cracked than last time. We need to repair it first."
"Yeah, I know," Hu Li nodded vigorously, wiped her saliva, and then looked at the crack on Irene's arm and pondered. No one knew what she was thinking about. She suddenly said seriously, "My benefactor, I'm curious about something..."
"explain."
Hu Li said seriously, "You say, slurp... If we stuff meat into Irene's arms now, then she will... slurp, can she be considered a lotus root clip... slurp."
The attic suddenly fell silent for about four or five seconds. Then Ailin Teng jumped up from a pile of books and said, "Silly! Fox! Raccoon!"
Yu Sheng quickly pushed the angry little doll down: "Sit down! Sit down! It's not fixed yet, it's still soft... Ouch! It's cracked! It's cracked again!"
"Ah, it's broken again! You, silly fox, pay for it..."
"My benefactor! I want to eat lotus root clams for lunch tomorrow!"
"Now is not the time to talk about this... Erin, sit back down!"
The attic suddenly became extremely lively, but Luna just took a few steps back silently when she saw it - the elegant saint lady stood in a corner away from the world, and then began to upload the video to the database of the Alien Hotel.
8K high definition.
Today, No. 66 Wutong Road is as peaceful as usual.
(End of this chapter)
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