Chapter 28: Lost Fight

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Two days later. The night before the trade fair lucky draw.

The entire floor of the outpost was put on alert and converted into a temporary inner lounge for the upper floors of Arale.

Although Su Xi shared the video with Foxtail Sasaki almost immediately, the seriousness of the matter was more difficult than she expected. Now the Black Mine Square has become a closed iron jar. You can only enter but not leave.

A gathering of the three main characters, Suxi and Arale. Two screens were playing a comparison video before and after the restoration.

A remodeled and restored short video. Less than five seconds long, no sound, and very shaky camera.

In the original video, in the first three seconds, a huge blurry black shadow with slender legs and feet with thorns dancing wildly, instantly dismembered a struggling tall man. The next second or so was filled with blood, and a strange light spot flashed constantly in the blood.

In the video that was remodeled and restored by Xiguang, in the clear video, the black shadow is actually a human corpse that is so swollen that it is no longer human-like, with limbs that have rotted and fallen off, and a human face with a messy beard that is bulging like a tumor on the back. Although the facial features are unclear due to the purple swelling, after comparing with the bones, it is obviously the real "George" without a doubt.

"Mr. Zuowei, have you remembered anything?" A white hand gently pressed down Neimengda's shaking shoulder. The blue U-quality spiritual tentacles slowly spread out from the cobblestone jade medium grasped by this hand, entwined the delicate wrist with affection, and then reached straight into Neimengda's tightly closed eyebrows, "Is the person opposite calling you?"

Inner Mongolian Dazuo slowly opened his eyes and entered a deep hypnotic state with a dazed look. This was their fifth attempt.

"Is he calling your name?" The deep and ethereal voice seemed to come from the dark deep sea looking up at the blue sky, and bits of light descended, illuminating a small area in the dark abyss.

"He... is asking for help... I..."

However, the almost dark ocean in my brain quickly swallowed up this little bit of light.

The video was silent. George's mouth opened and closed, "Ne... Meng... Da..." His eyes were bulging with bloodshot, and blood and pus mixed with the peeling skin fell down, showing a kind of silent horror and fear!

"I-I need to go--I need to go somewhere..."

"Where are you going? Inner Mongolia?"

"My...mission...a mission that I cannot resist even if I die..." The male beta who was in deep hypnosis seemed to be asking questions, as if he was resisting something, and his skinny body began to tremble and shake more and more.

"Do you remember what he said to you at last?" The indigo U-shaped tentacle once again tried to probe at the center of Inner Mongolian Dazuowei's brow, but it seemed to have knocked down a transparent barrier and could not go deeper.

Finally, the fifth mental hypnosis failed.

Inner Mongolian Da with his eyes half-closed. Su Xi with a tired look. Sasaki with a serious face.

And, in the dim light of the screen, Leila Asay had a complicated expression.

I have tried countless times in the past two days. I have exhausted myself mentally countless times, but I have only obtained a few simple keywords, such as "lucky prize" and "guidance of the spiritual compass". Inner Mongolia Dazuowei's spiritual realm has been artificially built into a strong spiritual barrier wall.

Unable to break through!

Su Xi closed her eyes tightly and wiped away the bloodshot from the corners of her eyes. She wanted to try again. After all, judging from the keywords she had obtained before, everyone at the noisy trade fair could be parasitized and repeat the fate of the real "George" in the video.

Whether out of humanitarianism, some other unnecessary sympathy, or consideration for her own safety, Su Xi wanted to try again beyond her own capabilities.

Leila frowned, grabbed her hand, and pulled it off hard. "Enough!"

Su Xi opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

The three-dimensional projection of 'Xiguang' held her in a virtual embrace, "Sister, you are amazing! You can achieve this level just by studying the manual on guiding spiritual power by yourself."

"Let's think of another way," Foxtail Sasaki came over to comfort him, "This is not just about you."

"Spiritual power is something that needs to be taught by someone seriously. Be careful not to waste it if you just think about it!" Pierrigley said in a rough voice, but Su Xi could hear his sincere concern. She nodded in thanks. The other party touched the metal prosthetic ear and turned away a little embarrassedly.

Su Xi smiled tiredly, "According to Xiguang's analysis, he must be at least a platinum mentor-level figure, who gave him a mental hint."

"So, he didn't hide it from you, Leila." Su Xi turned her head and looked into those gloomy golden eyes. "He really didn't know."

"Confirm that you have scanned Neimengda?"

"Yes, he is 'clean'. According to the motives of the fake George, he should be the only one who knows about it."

"Let's check on the fake George." "Where did he go?"

'It's a big deal'

“I felt uneasy.”

"Just wait for tomorrow's lucky draw. I don't think it will take that long."

"Soon, there will be an answer."

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The day has come. The first prize-giving day of the 'Mobile Fortune Fair'.

In the spherical space of Black Mine Square, the trade fair hosted by the Interstellar Circus was being held in a lively atmosphere, without any fear of being hunted by star pirates. Singing and dancing went hand in hand with bloody weapon fights, and many rare and exotic objects, homemade mechas, and energy transactions were completed under the Chamber of Commerce's explicit and implicit rules.

Su Xi was wandering in the E-level trading area wearing a dugong, looking for Inner Mongolia Dazowei who had suddenly disappeared an interstellar hour ago. Originally, Leila Asai and the others did not agree with an omega doing such a thing, but Su Xi convinced them with the help of her telepathic perception.

This is the E-level trading area under the trade fair's grading system, which belongs to the "Interstellar Circus" where transactions are carried out openly. Due to the limitation of the venue, not all spaceships can be docked in the square. The weaker mobile merchants from various star fields have to build simple tents in this area to serve as stalls.

The white tents gathered into a moving stream, which could be easily lost if you were not careful.

Suddenly, she saw Neimunda coming out of a white tent. After confirming that it was her, she immediately contacted the Arale people and turned on the synchronized video on her personal terminal. Then she quickened her pace to catch up. A huge mechanical dog followed her closely. This was a patrol-type mechanical beast that Leila borrowed from her for self-defense.

Su Xi followed Inner Mengda's thin figure from a distance. In just one night, this Beta male seemed to have been tortured and became even thinner.

The hypnosis they had used on Inner Mondazowei before did not help solve the mystery. After the hypnosis ended, Inner Mondazowei was also very unbelievable when he saw the video of himself being hypnotized, but strangely, he seemed to subconsciously avoid exploring what happened to him, and only remembered that he had to report to the First Fortress and then return to the Central Galaxy.

"I remember that the department you report to should only have a permanent office in the First Fortress. Why don't you report directly to the Central Galaxy Headquarters?" When Leila Asai asked this question casually while eating candy beans, Inner Munda was speechless, but he immediately forgot the doubts that had just been inspired.

"Go back to the First Fortress! Go back to the First Fortress..." He was heard muttering to himself all night long in the surveillance video.

However, in front of everyone, Inner Munda still had a kind and mediocre face, still with a smiling and amiable look, but he did not propose to borrow a transport boat to return to the First Fortress, or other specific actions to "return to the First Fortress".

Just blindly, anxiously waiting and searching for something...

For whatever reason, Inner Mondazzo was secretly monitored by Arale and his people, and his terminals related to external communications were confiscated.

What was he looking for in the D-level trading area?

What led him here?

Su Xi followed closely, thinking at the same time.

However, suddenly, a beast-eared alien who was only as tall as her waist bumped into her, and the hood was lifted up, revealing a strand of honey brown curly hair. Su Xi narrowed her eyes slightly, ignored the other party's intention to apologize, and signaled the tall mechanical dog with the Arale logo to separate the crowd that deliberately rushed to her.

He wrapped himself in the isolation hood again, looked around, and in less than three seconds, Inner Mongolia Dazuowei was lost!

"Xiguang?!" Su Xi raised her hand to touch her earlobe and asked in doubt. There was an ear-studded communicator inside.

The mechanical dog's eyes flashed scarlet light, and it instantly read all the surveillance images in the vicinity. Xiguang's voice came into the earring: "Don't worry, sister! I'm watching! There's no need to waste your mental energy to track it for the time being!"

'Three o'clock! That's where he went, 380 meters away.'

So fast! Su Xi didn't care about attracting attention, she mounted the giant mechanical dog that was half her height, and grabbed the riding rope that had been prepared long ago! The mechanical dog ran silently and flexibly in the market.

Only a very faint smell remained in the air, and then the owner of the smell reluctantly wrapped the isolation tent tightly.

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The smell of the noisy D area. The merchants openly display ordinary goods to deceive the imperial law supervision, but the real "good" goods are behind the blue tents. Therefore, compared with the E area, this area has obviously more guards and mercenaries.

Hall and his team, who successfully infiltrated and disguised themselves as mercenaries often carried by traders, were working in harmony to survey the place where the signal was interrupted.

The tall man, who was always neat and meticulous, now had a wrinkled collar with two buttons missing, and looked lazy. Although the alpha's extremely charming pheromones were restrained, in this bright and bustling D-level trading area, there were always some coquettish people who were not afraid of death and approached him.

This was the designated connection point in the last message. He controlled his temper and responded perfunctorily, occasionally saying a few words.

A few strands of silver hair hung down, hiding an impatient look, and his deep blue eyes were filled with desert-like indifference and cynical ridicule.

The smell in the market was noisy, with the most common smells of mediocre Betas, of course, there were also various strong alphas and the occasional inferior omega pheromones. This mixed impact on his senses did not make him uncomfortable. Instead, he calmly distinguished the various emotions and information expressed in his companions' pheromones.

It was an ordinary market morning when the most dangerous and important mission was being carried out, and at the same time, the atmosphere was peaceful and there was no chaos.

A wisp of magnolia stood upright on a branch in the early morning, facing the air flow brought by the passers-by, and was very weakly and passively brought to his side. It was faint and orchid-like, like the wings of a butterfly gently caressing his eyebrows. Hall was stunned! The index finger holding the cigarette moved slightly. He pushed away the person who was pestering him and looked around inconspicuously.

The fantastic and magnificent scenes in the insect core dream trap instantly filled his mind. If he was not extremely confident in his ability to distinguish between reality and illusion, he would have mistakenly believed that he was still in the insect core dream trap.

How could that be?!

His nose flared slightly. It was not an illusion! He turned his head suddenly. The pheromones of the alpha's hunting instinct exploded in the air. The petite figure in a black robe was submerged in the crowd.

Lost control! Hall frowned slightly. He was always very self-controlled, and soon completely suppressed the pheromone fluctuations of his hunting instinct. However, a trace of indescribable, subtle regret arose in his heart. It was difficult to tell whether it was for his out-of-control instinct or for losing this almost imperceptible trace of taste.

At this time, Chris's anxious voice came from the earphone, "Team B, please note that the situation has changed! The target is no longer in the designated location."

"Repeat, the target is not in the designated location!"

Hall recovered his inappropriate distraction and replied: "Group B received it."

"Chris, redeploy the plan."

The ice-blue eyes calmed down, and the patterns on the pupils flashed with thin silver lines under the refraction of light.

Open your eyes again, without any unnecessary emotional fluctuations.

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