Abyss Solo-Chapter 477 - 216 Voluntarily Entering the Trap

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In the bright medical office.

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

She seemed already accustomed to this and didn’t have any intention of taking off the mask, just leaned against the windowsill with her arms crossed, quietly observing Yang Ming.

Yang Ming sat honestly in front of the doctor, surrounded by a few electronic goldfish swimming in the air; the most renowned psychologist in this military hospital was trying to understand Yang Ming’s condition.

"I’m not sick."

Yang Ming declared confidently.

"Yes," the old doctor adjusted his glasses, "seeing your rosy complexion and calm breathing, your body most probably isn’t in pain, but my department is called Psychological Health. If you’re sure you’re not sick, let’s just have a chat."

"Sure, doctor," Yang Ming relaxed against the chair back, "I’ll cover the consultation fee."

"Are you a soldier? Or do you want to become one?"

"I considered it once," Yang Ming replied, "but now I want to be a local sheriff."

"Then are you a noble?"

"In fact, I should be counted as one, a baron in preparation."

"Oh? Such a title is quite rare," the old doctor squinted and smiled, "so how have you been organizing your day for the past few months? The more detailed, the better."

"Get up, read the news, eat, head out to the police archives room or wait for my partner to call for help..."

Yang Ming recounted a typical "detective’s daily life."

The old doctor listened with some surprise: "Your day-to-day job is helping the police solve difficult cases?"

"That’s right," Yang Ming adjusted his glasses, with a slight smile, "I enjoy the work, though I usually operate as a consultant outside the police office, in fact, I have received a few recommendation letters, and I’m thinking about seeing if there are similar opportunities in the Emperor Star Circle’s police office in the future."

A clear voice from the girl nearby sounded:

"As far as I know, the detective profession in the Emperor Star Circle is just a private detective, and by law it can’t be involved in criminal cases.

"You might be an excellent detective with sharp reflexes and observational skills, but your stage can only be in a star domain where technology is relatively lagging.

"And here it is the Emperor Star Circle."

Yang Ming shrugged: "How’d you know without trying? Maybe I can find a new place to make use of myself."

The old doctor laughed, "That’s right... please, would this captain refrain from speaking for now; we are discussing health matters."

The girl responded with a hum.

The old doctor continued to ask: "Have you ever felt anxious or under great pressure?"

"Yes," Yang Ming recalled carefully.

"When was the last time you felt anxious?"

"Right before departure," Yang Ming said, "I didn’t know what to wear to see the friend who invited me to join the Fire Suppression Festival."

"Fire Suppression Festival is a good event... How severe was your anxiety? Any specific symptoms?"

"Just a bit restless, kept looking in the mirror," Yang Ming said, "and I slept somewhat unsteadily at night."

The old doctor took notes, continually checking boxes on an electronic form.

More than ten minutes later, the old doctor pondered slightly while looking at the form in front of him, his expression somewhat grave, causing even Yang Ming to hold his breath. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

The girl next to him asked, "Is it serious?"

"Serious?" The old doctor glanced up at this mysterious person, "I don’t know what authority or connections you used, but you had the director call me over to see a psychologically healthy person; he has no stress-induced trauma and I feel nothing dark within him; he is not sick!"

"I told you," Yang Ming spread his hands.

The girl merely shook her head slightly, saying softly, "In this case, I’m sorry to have disturbed you."

"Thank you, doctor," Yang Ming smiled as he got up.

He hadn’t had a chance to turn around when he felt his wrist being suddenly grabbed.

Yang Ming almost reacted reflexively to punch but quickly restrained his instinct, letting the girl drag him out of the consultation room.

The old doctor couldn’t help but crane his neck to look as the nurse outside quickly cleared a path.

"Lady! Lady! I am a gentleman! This pulling and dragging is quite impolite, my lady!"

Yang Ming cried out earnestly.

At the deserted corridor corner, the girl flung Yang Ming’s arm away and gazed at him through the mask, her eyes showing a hint of conflict.

Yang Ming said seriously, "You should believe the doctor, Captain. I don’t know why you’re insisting that I’m sick, but from my body to my mind, every part of my hardware and software is incredibly healthy."

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

"Yes."

"We are transformed people," the girl said calmly, "unlike ordinary transformed people who undergo injections or organ transplants for transformation, our kind of transformed people are developed using genetic writing technology on embryos, selective birth, then undergo brutal training over ten or twenty years to become powerful beings guarding the Emperor Star Circle, that is Supermodified people."

Yang Ming frowned and pursed his lips, barely nodding: "Although I’m not keen on self-proclaimed greatness, your strength does indeed surpass normal warriors."

"Supermodified people’s mentality is often abnormal," the girl pointed directly, "Bryant is one of the most mentally ill Supermodified people, also extremely rare for getting spiritual power enhancement, and performed over thirty experiments around him, which completely distorted his personality."

"Oh, what nonsense are you saying?"

Yang Ming stared into the girl’s eyes, "He seems like an Angel."

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