Chapter 521: The Inn's Post-Battle Review

After crossing the corridor of the medical district, in a room under tight guard by Special Operations Bureau agents, Yu Sheng finally saw that "Black Dot soldier" that Luna had captured.

At this moment, the soldier was now stripped of all gear, only wearing a strange orange "protective suit" and lying stiffly on the bed. The suit was thick and structurally complex, seeming to contain a set of life-monitoring equipment, and there were several restraint buckles fastened to the hospital bed. In addition, two Special Operations Bureau agents in heavy power armor stood on either side of the headboard, their builds looking like Space Marines—but their insignia indicated these two were doctors...

Behind the hospital bed was a wide window, outside which was a chaotic view of an alternate space. The two alien creatures that had been killed outside the corridor just now were spinning past the window, their shattered shells interspersed with frozen blue-purple bodily fluids, the blood congealing like flowers in space.

A pure white and empty ward, a thick restraint hospital gown, doctors in power armor, and aliens floating past the window that had been killed by security guards—it looked like a scene of harmonious doctor-patient relations.

Yu Sheng followed Bai Liqing and stepped forward, his eyes falling on the face of that "Black Dot soldier," then raising his eyebrows in some surprise.

"An elf?" he muttered subconsciously.

The person lying on the bed had been removed of helmet and mask, revealing a head of brilliant golden short hair. Beneath the golden hair was an exceptionally handsome face, clearly male but almost describable as "beautiful," and a pair of very noticeable pointed ears poked out from under the hair, just like the "elves" that Yu Sheng knew!

Other than that, even more striking were the opponent's eyes—this "Black Dot soldier" had golden pupils clearly different from humans, and around the pupils were distributed tiny golden dots, looking... like a starry sky.

This appearance made Yu Sheng very surprised.

After all, it was hard for him to associate an "elf" with an alien in power combat armor holding a particle rifle and shooting at him from across a spatial rift...

But he was only surprised for a moment, because soon he thought of those gods from Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain who drove spaceships to the sun's orbit to bathe in the star's spiritual energy and comprehend the great cosmic dao...

Anyway, this world was full of outstanding people everywhere.

"They are Argelians. You should be seeing them for the first time," Bai Liqing's voice came from the side. "According to the classification of existing intelligent species, they are indeed a branch of 'elf/elf-like' beings. 'Starry pupils' are their typical feature. Different from Terra elves, Argelians do not have abilities in nature affinity or life affinity. Instead, they have many wonderful... talents in the field of stars."

At the same time, the "Argelian elf" lying on the bed also raised his head and looked towards the direction of the conversation.

The next second, Yu Sheng saw this "elf's" pupils sharply contract, and even those tiny golden dots like stars suddenly retracted into his pupils—he stared fixedly at Bai Liqing standing beside him, visibly tensing all over. After a few seconds, he squeezed out a voice from his throat: "... The evil spirit of the borderlands!"

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Bai Liqing: "... You have such a big reputation out there?"

Even Bai Liqing's own expression was a bit subtle for a moment. She tilted her head slightly: "I've only dealt with the Black Dot Group a few times..."

Yu Sheng suddenly became curious about Bai Liqing's "few dealings," but he didn't press further and quickly shifted his attention to the obviously nervous Black Dot soldier: "Remember my face?"

The Black Dot soldier's gaze wandered several times between Yu Sheng, Bai Liqing, and Luna not far away. He quickly calmed down and sighed softly: "Of course I remember. You were standing on the other side of the rift, surrounded by a group of... strange people. I passed out before I understood what was happening."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, noticing that the other party's "cooperation" exceeded his expectations—when he had previously interrogated those angel cultists and hermit society members, the "atmosphere" hadn't been this good.

He was puzzled for a moment, but before he could ask, he saw the Black Dot soldier on the bed sigh again, looking dejected: "I'm just a guard temporarily transferred to the scene, a D-level contract soldier. You caught me, but I don't know anything either... You might as well have caught our lab director."

Yu Sheng: "... Lab director?"

"The boss of the whole facility, her name is Lovell, she makes everyone call her 'Boss.' She was standing in the control area at the time... Oh, from your angle on the other side of the rift, you probably couldn't see her."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He suddenly realized that this Argelian, who appeared to answer questions fluently and cooperatively, might be another kind of difficult interrogation subject. If he was a slick talker, he might be even harder to deal with than those stubborn heretics.

Because answering every question could also mean answering every question wildly—this guy in front of him was definitely trained! Without some professional interrogation skills, this fellow could probably maintain twenty-four hours of intense fabrication...

Of course, this Black Dot soldier should know that falling into the Special Operations Bureau headquarters meant no hope of escape, and no one could possibly sneak in to rescue him. His wild answers were clearly just to buy some time—perhaps to divert the Bureau's attention, perhaps to give the people in that lab enough time to transfer data, perhaps to let some residual traces of the rift naturally dissipate...

In many cases, buying time itself is the goal.

But Yu Sheng didn't have so much time and energy to engage in this turn-based verbal sparring with a professional soldier who answered wildly and was trained in counter-interrogation.

He looked up at Bai Liqing: "I'm afraid this calls for an expert—the kind who knows the great memory restoration technique."

"I'll handle it personally. Repairing certain people's memories is my specialty," Bai Liqing answered expressionlessly. "But this may take some time—you all go back and wait for my news."

"Alright, I'll leave this to you," Yu Sheng nodded, then exhaled and casually pulled open a door beside him. "I'll go back first to attach Eileen's arms. Luna, let's go, time to go home."

As he spoke, he turned back and glanced at the Argelian lying on the bed.

The "elf" was firmly fixed to the bed by the restraint hospital gown, only his head could move. He still looked dejected, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the door leading to No. 66 Wutong Road, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Bai Liqing walked over, her body blocking the other's view of Yu Sheng's door.

"Well then, time for the next course of treatment," she said unhurriedly.

...

No. 66 Wutong Road, on the "alchemy table" in the attic, Eileen was obediently sitting on a stack of books, holding out both arms for Yu Sheng to see.

The slender doll arms were covered in cracks of various sizes, looking miserable—all a result of her attempt to forcefully hold up the collapsing spatial channel with her own power.

Luna was beside her holding a bowl of lotus root powder and slowly stirring it, while Hu Li was next to Luna, craning her head and looking on with anticipation.

Actually, at first the fox girl was responsible for mixing the lotus root powder, but she couldn't control herself from eating while stirring, so Luna couldn't stand it and took over the task.

"If only I had reacted faster," Yu Sheng muttered while examining the little doll's arm injuries. "I should have just rushed to the other side of the rift and made a mark. Then even if they closed the channel, it wouldn't matter—I could open the door and go over anytime..."

Eileen glanced at him: "That's a nice thought. With the fire density on the other side at the time, you wouldn't have run two steps before dying halfway—you think everyone can dodge bullets while dancing like a C-clasp?"

Yu Sheng thought for a moment: "Well, if I run hard enough, maybe even if I die, I can rely on inertia to fling my corpse to the other side?"

Eileen: "Still not viable. The distance is too far, there are too many people blocking on the other side, and the channel only takes a few seconds from closing to collapse—not enough time for you to accelerate."

Yu Sheng: "... Then we should have Hu Li launch me with her tail. After I explode over there, I can splatter all over the place. Spread evenly, the effect might be even better."

Eileen: "That line of thinking actually seems feasible!"

Yu Sheng clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling strange: "Isn't our post-battle review a bit too twisted?"

The little doll immediately widened her eyes: "You're the one who started it!"

Yu Sheng laughed and reached out to take the bowl of lotus root paste from Luna's hand. As he started to apply the paste to the little doll again, he muttered: "Let's not point fingers. Look at your miserable state—I just fixed these and they're cracked again."

"Hehe~"

Yu Sheng had long gotten used to the doll's carefree and shameless state.

The doll's arm was healing little by little, while Hu Li's tail swayed in the corner of his vision. Yu Sheng turned to look at the nine-tailed fox: "Eat later. This time Eileen's arms are cracked worse than last time; we need to fix her up first."

"Mmhmm, I know," Hu Li nodded vigorously, then wiped her drool. She then stared at the cracks on Eileen's arm, thinking. Without knowing what she was contemplating, she suddenly spoke with great seriousness: "Benefactor, I'm curious about something..."

"Go ahead."

Hu Li looked solemn: "You know, slurp… if we stuff meat into Eileen's arms now, wouldn't she be… slurp… could she be considered a kind of lotus root sandwich… slurp."

The attic fell silent immediately, lasting for a good four or five seconds. Eileen abruptly jumped up from the stack of books: "Stupid! Fox!"

Yu Sheng quickly pressed the furious little doll back down: "Sit down! Sit down! Not fixed yet, it's still soft… Hey! It cracked! It cracked again!"

"Ah, it cracked again! Stupid fox, you'll pay for this…"

"Benefactor! I want to eat lotus root sandwiches tomorrow for lunch!"

"This is not the time for that… Eileen, sit back down!"

The attic instantly became unusually lively. Luna, seeing this, only silently stepped back a few steps—the elegant Saint Lady stood in a peaceful corner, and then began uploading video footage to the database of the Extradimensional Inn.

8K high-definition.

Today, at No. 66 Wutong Road, it was still as peaceful as ever.

(End of chapter)