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Chapter 137 "Psychological" Doctor

Alisa rested her forehead on the steering wheel, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself down from the fear.

Two minutes later, she suddenly looked up, opened the passenger-side glove compartment, and pulled out the laptop.

Alisa tore out all the pages containing clues related to the case.

Then, he took out a lighter and, with trembling hands, lit them all.

The firelight flickered in the darkness, casting a deathly pale light on his face.

The paper curled up, turned black, and fell into a pool of ashes.

Alisa stared at the alley outside the window, her heart pounding rapidly.

She took a deep breath, tucked the pistol into her back pocket, and then started the car.

I didn't turn on the navigation or the radio the whole way.

He simply pressed the accelerator mechanically and drove along the road.

As she passed the dark-colored truck, Alisa reflexively bent down.

I only breathed a sigh of relief after they had completely left.

By the time I returned to the familiar neighborhood, it was completely dark.

Alisa turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked quickly towards the apartment.

It was an old-style brick building, four stories high.

A homeless man was lying against the wall, wearing a dirty coat, his face obscured.

Alisa observed him warily for a moment, and only after confirming that there was no danger did she take out her key and approach the door.

Just then, a voice came from behind asking:

“Alyssa Randall?”

Her back tensed abruptly, and she instinctively pulled out her pistol.

Unfortunately, it was half a second too late.

"boom!"

Gunfire rang out.

Alisa felt as if she had been hit hard in the abdomen with a hammer, and she staggered and sat down against the wall.

She instinctively touched the wound, feeling a warm, moist sensation on her palm.

The pain intensified, my vision began to darken, and my ears started to ring.

The homeless man came up to her, bent down, and skillfully rummaged through her wallet.

Alisa tried to push him away, but her arms were completely powerless.

The man quickly took all the cash.

After confirming that there was nothing else of value, he pushed her to the ground.

Alisa struggled to keep her eyes open as he disappeared into the night.

Everything around seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.

More blood gushed from the body.

It flows past the waist and seeps into the ground.

She tried to press on the wound, but her fingertips only touched the cold, rough cement.

Cars were driving by in the street, people were laughing in the distance, and music was coming through the windows.

"Help!"

Alisa opened her mouth, but the sound was so soft that she couldn't even hear it herself.

Did you hear anything?

Zhou Yi paused his movements slightly, frowned, and asked.

The woman's face was pale. She reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, struggling to squeeze out a few words:

"*********"

Outside the window, the night sky over Tampa stretches out.

It was the height of summer, and the heat outside was unbearable.

The office, however, is cool and comfortable.

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After a long while, the two calmed down.

Zhou Yi was the first to straighten up and casually grabbed a tissue from the side.

The woman lazily nestled on the sofa for half a minute.

After getting dressed, Zhou Yi couldn't help but joke:
"If Lucas knew that this is how you work, he'd be furious."

The woman rolled her eyes, her voice still a little hoarse:
"That guy never really liked me. And who the hell cares about him?"

“True,” Zhou Yi shrugged. “Besides Sarah, no one can stand him.”

Upon hearing this, the woman couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then, she tied her loose hair back up, put on her clothes, and stood up.

“Okay.” She clapped her hands, as if she had just finished a warm-up exercise. “It’s time to start the formal evaluation.”

“I know you’re smart when it comes to handling situations.”

“But this time, you have to show me something real.” Zhou Yi nodded and pulled out a chair to sit down.

The woman then picked up a small recorder from the table and started recording.

"Subject: Code name 5142".

"Basic condition detection".

"Phase 1: Testing of neural response and physiological stability."

She walked over to Zhou Yi and bent down to help him put on his ear clips:

"A sound and light signal will appear randomly in a moment."

"Follow your first instinct, don't think, don't hesitate."

Do you understand?

"clear."

“Very good.” The woman returned to the table and pressed the start button.

The test ended fifteen minutes later.

The woman lowered her head to record the data, then put down her pen and switched to the second program.

"Phase Two: Emotion Recognition and Disturbance Response"

This time, the screen began to rapidly switch between a large number of blurry facial images.

Each photo was displayed for less than half a second.

There is fear, anger, joy, sadness, and also extremely complex smiles.

"Just answer with your first impression, don't overthink it," the woman advised.

Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the screen, and he quickly reported his observations:
"Anger, disgust, sadness, emptiness, and suppressed laughter"

His voice was steady, and his rhythm remained consistent.

The woman frowned slightly.

Cold-type emotion recognition bias.

It seems to be more serious than before.

But she said nothing and calmly moved on to the next stage.

"Conflict Decision Simulation".

Different high-pressure scenarios pop up on the computer screen, each with only a few brief sentences summarizing them:
"If the intelligence chain is broken, you have to decide on your own whether to take action in advance, which significantly increases the risk of exposure."

"My partner is suspected of leaking information, but there is no concrete evidence yet. Should we isolate him?"

"Non-combat personnel detected in the target area; firing window less than three seconds."

"An injured girl has been found on the ground. Medical assistance is requested. Should the reconnaissance mission be interrupted to provide rescue?"

"The evacuation signal sounded thirty minutes early, but the source is unknown. Should we proceed immediately?"

"Drone scanning detected a heat source inside a building that was about to be attacked, which was judged to be highly likely to be civilians."

"Canceling the airstrike will reveal the mission's direction. Should we order it to be halted?"

Zhou Yi's fingers were almost constantly moving.

The bias is very obvious.

Prioritize task completion, then protect yourself, and only consider external factors last.

An extremely pragmatic response.

The woman rapidly typed on the keyboard, recording the decision-making patterns.

After a long while, she turned off the device and turned to Zhou Yi.

"Phase Four, Oral Interview."

She adjusted her posture, and her expression softened.

Have you experienced any major emotional fluctuations in the past three months?

Zhou Yi thought for a few seconds: "No."

"Are you experiencing sleep disturbances, excessive alcohol consumption, or short-term memory loss?"

"Do not."

The woman nodded slightly and continued to ask:

"During the execution of the mission, did you experience any strong personal emotions related to the objective or process?"

"No," Zhou Yi answered crisply.

The woman stared into his eyes for three seconds, then made a note:
They respond quickly and have a high level of self-control.

This may indicate that they primarily rely on emotional suppression as a coping mechanism under stress.

Finally, she closed the folder and took off the recorder earpiece.

"According to the system data, you have passed."

"From your perspective?"

“From my perspective, your stamina seems to have improved.” The woman winked at Zhou Yi.

(End of this chapter)