"I RNM!"
Jiang Ling pulled off the VR device next to her ear, opened her eyes, and saw that everyone present looked similar. She knew what the sand dollar had done.
The person in charge sat strutting along atop a prone mechanical dog, his teeth bared and eyes closed, a look of profound satisfaction. His eyebrows twitched, and he occasionally flexed his biceps to sway from side to side, like a novice playing a racing game for the first time. Around his neck was a reliable, older model, but its fault light was constantly flashing.
His pretense was a bit too deliberate. Not only the trainees, but even the two guys who had been bickering with each other earlier could see his problem. They exchanged glances, approached him silently, and almost simultaneously attacked, pinning him to the ground. Then, one of them held down one of his arms and tied him up with shoelaces they had pulled from somewhere.
With this show on, how could anyone still focus on training in virtual space? They all stood up, carefully crossed the area covered with half-dried fluorescent paint, and surrounded this strange person in charge.
The technician squeezed into the crowd, snatched the VR device hanging around his neck, and slapped him in the face.
"Who are you?" someone asked him.
"I am a citizen of Donghai Station, and I am the person in charge of the virtual reality simulation training room. My name is Qin Huang." He answered fluently.
"Hahahaha, citizens of Donghai Station, hahahaha, person in charge of the simulation training room, hahahaha, Qin Huang, hahahahahahahahaha!" Everyone really lived in Bengbu, and even though they had received professional training, they still burst into laughter.
This is because no one has ever called themselves a citizen of a certain station, they only say that they are from a certain station; this room is not called a simulation training room, or rather, most of the training rooms in this station are called a certain simulation training room; as for the name Qin Huang, he is one of the founders of the Countermeasures Bureau, he has a good reputation, and most people in the East China Sea Station know what he looks like.
Liu Haiyang pushed away the two people who were suppressing him, turned over the guy who claimed to be Qin Huang, so that his fat face was facing everyone, then he grabbed his collar with one hand and lifted him up.
"Tell me quickly, how did you infiltrate?" he asked with narrowed eyes.
"I am a citizen of Donghai Station, I am the person in charge of the virtual reality simulation training room, and my name is Qin Huang." The impostor repeated this sentence like a stuck tape recorder.
"Chen, no, Fan! Is it you?" Liu Haiyang was a little anxious and shouted at him word by word.
"I, I, I am, yes, yes, Qin Huang." His lips moved rapidly, somewhat like those malfunctioning humanoid machines in 20th century science fiction movies, and then, like those robots that were about to self-destruct, a lot of sweat seeped out of his forehead and was evaporated by the rapidly rising body temperature.
Less than three minutes later, his pupils dilated and his chest stopped rising and falling - he was dead.
Liu Haiyang loosened his collar, stood up, and slowly took two steps back. From his shocked eyes, it was clear that the scene he "saw" was not much different from what Jiang Ling saw.
The imposter's mind was a mess, literally a mess. Much like those Jiang Ling had encountered before, their memories were like ancient buildings infested by termites, hidden beneath a vibrant exterior, countless twisted caves with a certain rhythm. They would live as the mastermind predicted, like the walking dead, completing the tasks imposed upon them one by one—their souls long dead, their bodies long overdue.
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