Walk alone in the abyss

Double luck - no blood drawn.

Bright medical room.

The girl wearing a golden mask attracted the curious prying eyes of several medical staff in the corridor.

She seemed to be used to this, and she didn't intend to take off her mask, she just leaned against the window sill with her arms folded, quietly observing Yang Ming.

Yang Ming sat obediently in front of the doctor, surrounded by a few electronic goldfish swimming in the air; the most famous psychiatrist in this military hospital was trying to understand Yang Ming's condition.

"I'm not sick."

Yang Ming said firmly.

"Yes," the old doctor pushed his glasses, "Your complexion is ruddy and your breathing is calm. There is a high probability that you are not suffering from physical illness, but my department is called mental health. If you firmly believe that you are not ill, why don't we talk about it first?" chat."

"Good doctor," Yang Ming relaxed on the back of the chair, "I will pay for the consultation fee."

"Are you a soldier? Or want to be one?"

"I thought about it before," Yang Ming said, "Now I want to be a magistrate even more."

"Is that a nobleman?"

"In fact, it should be regarded as a reserve baron."

"Oh? This kind of title is really rare." The old doctor squinted and smiled, "Then how do you arrange your day in the past few months? The more detailed the better."

"Get up, read the news, check the consultation, eat, go to the police file room or wait for my partner to call for help..."

Yang Ming recounted "The Daily Life of a Detective" in detail.

The old doctor was a little surprised: "Your daily job is to help the police solve some difficult unsolved cases?"

"That's right." Yang Ming raised his glasses, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I like this job, but I usually act as a non-staff consultant to the police station. In fact, I got a few letters of recommendation, and I want to come later. Try the police station in the Emperor Star Circle to see if there is a similar opportunity."

A girl's clear voice came from the side:

"As far as I know, the detective career in the Dixing circle is just a private detective, and cannot be involved in criminal cases according to the law.

"You may be an excellent detective with keen reflexes and observation skills, but your stage can only be in a star field with relatively backward technology.

"And here is the Emperor Star Circle."

Yang Ming shrugged: "How will you know if you don't try? Maybe I can find a new application."

The old doctor smiled and said, "That's it... Please don't speak for the time being, the captain, we are discussing the condition."

The girl hummed.

The old doctor continued to ask: "So have you ever felt anxious or stressed?"

"Yes," Yang Ming recalled carefully.

"When was the last time you felt anxious?"

"Before departure," Yang Ming said, "I don't know what to wear to meet the friend who invited me here to participate in the Fire Pressing Festival."

"Fire Pressing Festival is a good festival... How is your anxiety level? Are there any specific manifestations?"

"It's just a little restless, looking in the mirror repeatedly," Yang Ming said, "I don't sleep well at night."

The old doctor lowered his head to record, ticking off a spreadsheet.

After more than ten minutes, the old doctor looked at the form in front of him, pondered for a while, with a somewhat dignified expression, which made Yang Ming heave a sigh of relief.

The girl next to him asked, "Is the situation serious?"

"Seriously?" The old doctor looked up at this mysterious guy, "I don't know what authority and relationship you used to let the dean call me to see a mentally healthy guy, he didn't have any stress trauma , I can’t even feel any dark places in him, he’s not sick!”

"I'll just say it," Yang Ming spread his hands.

The girl just shook her head slightly, and said slowly: "If this is the case, then it will be a bother."

"Thank you doctor," Yang Ming stood up with a smile.

Before he could turn his head, he felt his wrist being grabbed by the other party.

Yang Ming almost punched him in response to stress, but he quickly restrained his instinct and let the girl drag him out of the consultation room.

The old doctor couldn't help looking forward, and the nurse outside the door quickly stepped aside.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! I'm a gentleman! It's rude of you to babble, ma'am!"

Yang Ming yelled earnestly.

At the corner of the empty corridor, the girl threw off Yang Ming's arm, and stared at Yang Ming with eyes behind the mask, her eyes slightly tangled.

Yang Ming said seriously: "You should believe the doctor's words, right? Captain, although I don't know why you have to say that I'm sick, but my body and mind, every hardware and software in my body are incomparably healthy."

"You should have seen the previous battle," the girl said coldly.

"Yes."

"We are mutated people," the girl said indifferently. "Different from ordinary mutated people who rely on injections or organ transplants to complete the transformation, our kind of mutated people use gene writing technology at the embryonic stage to cultivate embryos, Born by meritocracy, and then after ten or twenty years of cruel training, they can become a powerful existence in the guardian star circle, this is a super-reformer."

Yang Ming frowned and pursed his lips, and reluctantly nodded: "Although I don't really approve of your self-proclaimed strength, your strength is indeed superior to that of ordinary soldiers."

"Most of the super-reformers are mentally abnormal," the girl woke up directly, "Bligh is one of the most serious mental illness of the super-reformers, and he is also a very rare individual who has strengthened his mental power. More than 30, which also completely distorted his character."

"Oh, what the hell are you talking about?"

Yang Ming stared into the girl's eyes: "He is like an angel."

"This angel has a special ability, which is to change human perception," the girl said, "He has modified your perception of him."

"Why?"

"Because he wants you to be attached to him and obey him," the girl said slowly, "he has done the same thing to thousands or more people, making them a so-called family; Power corrodes these people, turning them into unresponsive living dead, which he calls works of art, collectibles."

Yang Ming: ...

He took two steps back in coordination and leaned against the wall.

The girl continued: "This is also the content of an experiment. I told you this against the rules, just to remind you to stay away from Bligh, he is my subordinate, I have to do this."

"No, it's not true."

Yang Ming argued: "Then why haven't I been diagnosed with a mental illness?"

"I don't quite understand either," the girl said calmly, "Come with me to a research institute, and I will find a way to help you, which can be regarded as atonement for him."

Yang Ming felt a little strange in his heart.

This girl... has one thing to say, and it's pretty good.

"What's the name?" Yang Ming asked suddenly.

"Confidential," the girl said calmly.

"Okay Miss Confidential," Yang Ming said, "This name is great...can I talk to Bligh?"

The girl said: "It is difficult for a person who is controlled by the mind to get out of the barrier by himself."

"Miss Confidential..."

"You can call me Captain Catherine."

"Catherine, I know at least three different Catherines," Yang Ming squinted and smiled, "But I think you should look at the shell on your chest, it has been shining for a long time."

Catherine shook her head, holding the communicator in her hand, her expression changed several times, and she cursed in a low voice: "These damned Federals!"

She glanced at Yang Ming, turned around and left in a hurry.

Before leaving, she did not forget to turn her head and say a few words: "Stay away from our world, Mr. Detective, and put your intelligence where it is beneficial to society!"

Yang Ming smiled and nodded.

He had to admit that because of those stoic and clear eyes, he became interested in Catherine's face behind the mask.

...

Catherine took Bligh away and left Yang Ming's luggage at the hospital gate.

Yang Ming could only shake his head to express helplessness.

After turning half a circle, he went to visit the Fire Pressing Festival by himself.

However, before Yang Ming had time to take a taxi, a luxurious extended suspension business car stopped in front of him, and two ordinary reformers jumped off.

Yang Ming recognized at a glance that this was the man and woman who had been monitoring him and Godoy on the merchant ship before.

But now, they announced Bligh's name, took out the video message left by Bligh, and gained Yang Ming's 'trust'.

"Mr. Hui, please come with us, my lord has arranged accommodation for you."

"Thank you," Yang Ming nodded politely, and calmly sat in the back seat of the luxury car.

After two hours' drive, Yang Ming was brought into a manor located by the lake.

This manor is much larger than Kolev's manor in the Cass Federation, and the inside is built like a maze.

Yang Ming said with emotion: "I never thought that Bligh would have such strong financial resources."

The two reformers looked at each other, each smiling without saying a word.

Why they laughed, Yang Ming knew very well in his heart.

——For Bligh, who has the ability to control the mind, it is extremely simple to obtain wealth; he only needs to create a few opportunities to meet the elderly rich man, and he will receive a steady stream of "inheritance" injections.

Among the many overhaulers, Bligh's financial resources are definitely second to none.

In line with the principle of what comes, what comes is safe, Yang Ming settled down comfortably.

He took a bath in the three-meter-long bathtub to wash away the fatigue of the journey, and then had afternoon tea and dinner served by the robot maid.

Yang Ming turned into a photo craze, and took a whole set of pictures of "Manor Vacation", and sent a copy to Godoy and Deputy Sheriff Mog.

At night under the starry sky, Yang Ming was sitting on a deck chair by the pool, holding a cup of hot refreshing drink and a detective novel he found in the study, reading with gusto.

Two lines of small characters were scratched on his glasses.

[Boss, the initial invasion of the Yaha Star network has been completed. 】

[Bligh's psychoanalysis report has been completed, whether to accept it now. 】

Yang Ming nodded indistinctly, and lines of text began to appear at the bottom of the glasses.

In front of Yang Ming, another corner of Bligh's secret was revealed.

"How's your rest going?"

Blaine's voice suddenly rang out.

Yang Ming thought it was a virtual projection or holographic communication, turned his head to look carefully, but found that the person walking in the distance was Bligh himself.

There was a little tiredness between his eyebrows, his slightly curly long hair was loose, he was wearing a silk nightdress, and under his feet were a pair of crystal-clear high-heeled shoes.

It is indeed charming.

—if he was a woman.

"Are you done?" Yang Ming immediately got up and asked with a smile.

"Yes," Bligh said with a smile, "I said in the letter that I am also responsible for protecting this planet. Those terrorist organizations controlled by the new Federal CIA will always take advantage of our empire to hold such grand ceremonies. , come and put eye salve on us, and prove to their superiors that they're working."

Yang Ming said seriously: "This is actually a very sacred mission."

Bligh sighed softly: "Essentially, he's just a security guard."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Sit down," Bligh signaled Yang Ming to take a seat, then he slid his fingers lightly, and the other recliner flew straight for more than ten meters, and landed beside Yang Ming.

Yang Ming asked in a low voice: "What kind of ability is this? Mind power?"

"Spiritual power," Bligh said slowly, "biomagnetic field, or in other words, the potential hidden in our human brain, was stimulated by me."

Yang Ming praised, "It's very cool."

"Cool?" Bly sighed and sat down, staring at the water in the pool. "It actually cost me dearly."

"Sorry, I don't know about this..."

Bligh shook his head gently, and looked at Yang Ming affectionately.

Yang Ming avoided his gaze, and said seriously: "Actually, Ya Yu told me a lot."

"I know, that woman is always against me," Bligh spread his hands, "you won't listen to her, will you?"

Yang Ming said: "I don't quite understand, what exactly do collectibles mean?"

Bly was silent, with a faint smile on his lips.

Yang Ming's heart skipped a beat.

This pervert is going to attack him?

Yang Ming was silent for a few seconds, then asked again: "Bligh?"

"I'm lonely," Bligh sighed softly. "From the day I was born, I've been lonely, lonely and stuck. I don't know where I should go and what the meaning of existence is."

Yang Ming subconsciously looked behind him.

Several reformers came slowly with trays. Their expressions were dull, their breathing was calm, and their mental state was obviously abnormal.

There are 'holographic helmets' and related accessories in the tray.

Bligh said to himself, "Can you understand me, Fai?"

"Reason, understand?"

Yang Ming deliberately trembled: "How do you want me to understand you? What they say is true? Would you make your friends into collectibles like living dead?"

"We could have had a full month's vacation, Hui."

Bligh turned his head to look at Yang Ming, and said seriously:

"I have already planned that we can watch tens of thousands of people stepping on the fire dance together, participate in a grand parade together, we can take photos with those interstellar travelers who look like frogs, and watch the stars end on the beautiful beach.

"I've already planned it all. If it wasn't for the sudden harassment by that bitch from Yayu, our memories will be very fulfilling."

Yang Ming: ...

Ma De, is this just a pity?

He got up and made a gesture to leave, but two self-levitating laser pistols were pressed against his forehead.

Bligh murmured: "When facing the danger of life, spiritual suggestion will always fail. After all, survival is the instinct of the living body... Hui, can you stay with me? Our spirits can blend indefinitely, and we will Be a true partner."

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

In this case.

"Can we be alone for a while, Bligh?"

Yang Ming said in a low voice:

"Your captain actually told me all this, but I still choose to believe in you. I believe that you are not a murderous maniac. You are gentle, like an angel."

Blaly flinched.

Yang Ming said again: "Give me a chance to persuade you?"

Bligh stared at Yang Ming, then laughed dumbfounded, and said slowly: "I'm very tight on time, and I have to rush back later...but if you insist, Hui, you can talk now."

"Okay then, I want to say..."

call out--

A scorching light suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a short burst of air.

A trigger-type protective energy shield appeared above the manor, firmly blocking that tiny missile launched from nowhere, and a huge 'firework' burst out in the air.

Bligh's complexion changed drastically, he turned over and jumped up, looking up.

Yang Ming also raised his head in astonishment, and subconsciously distanced himself from Brila.

He had already planned to take a shot to restrain Bligh, and then slowly figured out a way to implement a mental countermeasure against Bligh; just a second before he was about to make a shot, this'big firework' suddenly came.

what's the situation?

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the girl standing quietly on the hoverboard in the air.

Catherine.

She changed into a tight-fitting battle suit, and the golden mask that looked like the word "Hui" was shining faintly, and she was holding a chainsaw-style long knife that was taller than her body.

"Bly."

Her calm voice resounded clearly inside and outside the manor.

"You really are lying to me."

Bligh's face was a little pale, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said coldly, "Captain, my patience has a limit."

Several micro-missiles left the launch port under the skateboard, and shot towards the protective cover above the manor with their tail flames.

And Catherine had turned over and jumped off the hoverboard, and the long knife gear in her hand began to rotate rapidly, like a human bomb, hitting the manor straight!