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Operator Shining's way of speaking isn't for fun, nor is it to attract attention; it's to combat the torment of Oripathy. Moreover, Shining's use of this style carries considerable risk, but it's a necessary measure to prevent her sanity from being consumed.

The white-faced owl can only repeatedly emphasize its existence in this way, like a sailor lowering anchor to avoid being overturned by the waves in a sea of ​​consciousness where strange sounds constantly echo.

If only the anemone could be like her. Actually, the anemone is good in every way, except that she has a mouth that only knows how to talk flirtatious nonsense.

The white-faced owl stood frozen in place, slowly opening its eyes. Its amber-like, intelligent golden eyes reflected Lin Lu's face.

"Doctor, I'm sorry."

The white-faced owl seemed to realize that it was experiencing abnormal sleep patterns again due to infection symptoms, and lowered its head slightly.

After waking up again, it took the white-faced owl a full sixteen seconds to review her previous conversations before she could recall her actions before falling asleep.

She remembered what had happened six minutes and forty-five seconds earlier in Dr. Kal'tsit's medical office.

This man, whom Amiya calls "Doctor," is abrupt and aggressive, groping Dr. Kal'tsit, one of the highest leaders of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals. He forces Dr. Kal'tsit into a light sleep through extremely rough and barbaric means.

The white-faced owl was confused.

A tiny head, a big question mark.

As a medical professional and researcher in life sciences and basic medicine, even after searching through all the knowledge in the database, I couldn't find out why Lin Lu could use just his hands to make Dr. Kal'tsit, who was above everyone else, go from repeatedly saying "no" to quietly muttering "don't stop."

After Dr. Kal'tsit was forced to rest, Amiya asked Shining to lead the Doctor to the ward where Operator Specter was located.

The white-faced owl was distracted the whole way, but in the end she couldn't stand it anymore and awkwardly pinned Lin Lu against the wall, forcibly asking him to put his hand on her head.

To be honest.

This was the first time Lin Lu had ever heard of such a request.

This is probably the fearless spirit of researchers who are willing to sacrifice in order to study unknown phenomena, pursue their own understanding, and solve existing mysteries.

Lin Lu was deeply moved. He believed that the innocent white-faced owl was simply trying to resolve its doubts and had no other intentions.

But he has.

As a seasoned pervert, Lin was already unable to resist seeing animal-eared girls, so how could he possibly refuse with such a legitimate reason?

Everything is for science, science!

Lin Lu carefully ruffled the white-faced owl's head, but before he could even appreciate its pleasantly warm temperature and its silky, smooth hair, which felt wonderful to the touch, white smoke suddenly billowed from the owl's head, and it instantly shut down.

Lin Lu's first reaction was, "Oh no, this is a honey trap."

My second reaction was, oh well, I'm going to get scammed anyway, so I might as well touch it a little longer.

Yo-shi~! Very good, very good, very good, very good, very good! White-faced owl, you are a truly remarkable creature.

However, it was clear that Lin Lu was overthinking things. The reason why the white-faced owl fainted on the spot was because of an attack of Oripathy.

The newly awakened White Owl tilted its head, its hair somewhat disheveled, and offered an explanation to the Doctor who had returned to Rhodes Island.

"Operator Shinyowl, symptoms include lethargy. The impact of Oripathy on Shinyowl lies in the amplification of its effects on its racial characteristics, hijacking the sleep command and severely interfering with the transmission of basic neural signals. The inability to predict how infection will lead to a significant decrease in its daily operational efficiency is the biggest impact of Oripathy on Shinyowl."

When the white-haired girl described her illness, her tone was only slightly undulating, as if she were talking about something extremely simple.

"On the other hand, Oripathy also brings new meaning to the White-faced Owl," the White-faced Owl said.

"New meaning?"

"Yes, we should not criticize something that exists objectively with a completely subjective attitude."

The white-faced owl strode toward the private ward, pointing to the translucent glass window on one side of the corridor, her gaze fixed on the distance.

"Oripathy gave White Owl a completely new perspective on everything before her. A new way of looking at herself, others, and this land. Perhaps... and the sky above her head." She turned to the side, hugging the thick notebook to her chest, and stood on tiptoe to look up at Lin Lu, who was a head taller than her.

“Every day I think about how to analyze and calculate the information of Originium particles as they flow through my blood. How can I exchange them for something positive and more meaningful while they consume my organic resources? For me, this is the most valuable thing I have gained since being diagnosed with Oripathy.”

"A question worth spending the last moments of my life pondering."

The white-faced owl stared directly at Lin Lu, not knowing why she had spoken out her troubling thoughts without being asked to look them up.

Perhaps the doctor has a kind of magic that can make people lower their guard without realizing it, and unconsciously reveal the secrets buried deep in their hearts.

Lin Lu looked back into the girl's eyes, his gaze fixed on her, both waiting for a response.

When her emotional thinking was on the verge of collapse, she was able to choose to maintain her fragmented consciousness with strong rational logic. Even though White Owl consolidated her mind with the way a computer operates, and her words and actions displayed an aura purely composed of rationality, her eyes still shone with a human brilliance.

She is not a machine.

She was just a girl who refused to compromise.

"That's impressive," Lin Lu murmured in admiration.

"What are you trying to say?" The white-faced owl blinked, puzzled.

Lin Lu solemnly said, "Knowing that you are in an inconvenient situation, you are still able to uphold your original intention as a doctor and scholar. You are still curious about the unknown and dare to try and understand. I have read your file and know that your position at Rhodes Island is not just that of a medical operator. You are also responsible for the data archiving of PRTS. Just like Kal'tsit, you dragged your already tired body and mind, shouldered a heavy burden, and still insisted on moving forward towards the future."

Lin Lu's expression turned solemn, his joking tone vanished, and he said earnestly, "You deserve this respect."

The white-faced owl blinked slowly, its tiptoes landing gently, its unsteady breathing clearly audible in the quiet corridor.

"An error has occurred."

The white-faced owl lowered its head and muttered to itself in a low voice, "Warning, the system has recovered from a critical error and is applying the configuration from the last successful startup."

When the white-faced owl raised its head again, her heartbeat finally stopped filling her chest, and even her brain was buzzing.

"Please don't mind, Shining is already aware of the Doctor's positive evaluation. Now, please follow me to Operator Specter's ward."

The white-faced owl said calmly, then turned and walked towards the front of the corridor.

Her steps were incredibly light and quick.

Chapter 73 Rod Haha Team

Talking in one's sleep.

Mysterious whispers arose in the Ghost Shark's mind.

She couldn't describe what it was saying in words; she only knew that the voice in her mind was different from usual, and it seemed to be... happy?

What makes you happy?

It's like meeting a long-lost friend; the joy and surprise are mixed, but the greatest part is the incredible coincidence.

It was as if they had finally found their enemy, and their dormant hearts were stirred, wishing they could hug and comfort the enemy before starting the killing.

Panic spread through Ghost Shark's heart. At first, she was able to endure it, but an hour, two hours, and even three hours passed... The voice became more and more frequent, and it felt as if countless tentacles were wriggling in her mind, sending a sticky sensation through her five senses.

Ghost Shark's exhausted mind was repeatedly defeated by the relentless onslaught, ultimately suffering a crushing defeat and gradually fading from consciousness.

She woke up, and when she opened her eyes again, her bloodshot pupils were filled with tears. She was still herself, but she was not herself either.

When Specter was taken in by Rhodes Island, she was still able to maintain her composure, speaking politely and sincerely, claiming that she had just escaped from her prison and wanted to convey a message to Rhodes Island. However, before she could fully express her message, her consciousness was overtaken, and she gradually fell silent. Her last remaining shred of sanity left her with a tragic confession.

"Am I about to fall into the darkness orchestrated by conspirators once again...? Someone... will save me."

After failing to tear her nun's habit, Specter broke down on the spot, her self-destructive tendencies becoming extremely strong. The Rhodes Island operators responsible for taking her in spent considerable effort to subdue the mentally unstable Specter, and from then on, her direct doctor became Kal'tsit, one of Rhodes Island's highest leaders.

Only Kal'tsit could make a definitive diagnosis for her; other Rhodes Island doctors could only provide partial assistance.

The issue of Specter's condition actually involves a secret organization, and Kal'tsit was doing this for the safety of the other operators.

Therefore, the operator Specter's private hospital room is not only her bedroom, but also her own personal prison.

At this moment, out of control, she is trying to break free of her cage.

"Tsk..."

The heavily armed operative on the patrol ship frowned; he'd heard plenty about the reputation of the private wards. Those staying there were either people with problems, captured enemies, or strangers whose identities were still unknown, receiving temporary treatment out of humanitarian concern.

But whoever it is, they must have formidable strength, otherwise they wouldn't be placed in a private ward that requires someone to guard them.

Among them, the name Ghost Shark is particularly memorable.

No one can forget her bewitching laughter, which seems to evoke the deepest fears in people's hearts.

"Hehehe...haha...hahahaha..."

That's right, her laughter is so loud it makes your palms sweat.

It should be noted that the walls of the private ward have been specially treated to have excellent sound insulation, but even so, it still couldn't stop her wild laughter.

"I've had enough... If they really run away, I'm not confident I can stop them."

The heavily armed operator muttered to himself, still aware of his own limitations; he couldn't afford to offend any of the patients or doctors present.

If he hadn't inadvertently remarked in the cafeteria that Hibiscus's food tasted like the sewer rats of Coldridge Prison, he wouldn't have been sent here. This story teaches us: never mess with medical operators, and especially never mess with medical operators in pharmaceutical companies.

"Hahahaha! Ahahaha! Hahahaha! Everyone, spend money! Everyone, spend money!"

A wildly loud and maniacal laugh suddenly erupted from behind the heavy-armored operator. He hadn't heard a single footstep beforehand, which startled him so much that he almost flung his one-handed shield behind him. But after catching a glimpse of the newcomer's light green hospital gown out of the corner of his eye, the heavy-armored operator quickly withdrew his hand and held the shield in front of him.

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Although the Doctor's fame has spread throughout Rhodes Island, it doesn't mean that everyone knows the Doctor.

Moreover, the PRTS profile describes the "doctor" as a man completely covered up in a hooded coat, with his hands in his pockets. Just looking at the pictures, a strong sense of criminality emanates from him; he's the type who would be arrested on the spot by military or police if he walked alone on the streets of Colombia. After all, people who dress like that are often naked underneath. Some psychopaths enjoy unilaterally molesting women returning home late at night, deriving a twisted pleasure from it.

The heavy-armored operator's wariness stemmed entirely from his seeing the other person's hospital gown and mistakenly assuming that the person had escaped from a private ward.

In fact, Lin Lv's behavior is consistent with the image of a patient in a private ward.

Lin Lu first smiled politely at the heavily armed operator, then walked around him to the ward, knocked on the door, cleared his throat, and prepared to form the Rod Haha team.

"Hahaha, heh heh, umm, hahaha! Boxer briefs! Boxer briefs!"

"Hehehe... Hahahaha."

The laughter of men outside the ward door overlapped with the laughter of women inside the ward.

Amidst the double shockwaves, the young and tender mind of the heavy-armored operator was severely impacted. He abruptly raised his hand and pressed it tightly to his chest, feeling as if his heart was about to burst.

The heavy-armored operator glanced helplessly and desperately at the exit. His instincts told him to run, run fast! If he didn't run, he'd end up laughing out loud too!

Extremely infectious and manic laughter echoed down the corridor. If it weren't for the spacious separation between each room and the specially treated, highly sturdy and isolating walls, all the patients in the individual wards would have burst into laughter together, marking the final chapter of the Heavy Armored Operator's career development plan.

"Instructions transferred; we will handle the rest."

The White Owl's voice, like a floating plank amidst a sea of ​​cheerful "hahaha," brought tears of joy to the eyes of the heavy-armored operator as they watched the white-haired girl gracefully emerge from the only exit. Although the White Owl's hair flew upwards in fright at Lin Lu's laughter, making her seem utterly unconvincing, the heavy-armored operator in charge of the defense believed her words.

On Rhodes Island, the medics are always right.

The relieved heavy-armored operator made way, but instead of running away, he stood guard outside the door.