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"..."

When the girl, clutching a thick notebook, saw Kal'tsit on the sofa, draped in a worn-out coat and sleeping adorably, then turned her gaze to Amiya, who was smiling and greeting her, her eyes finally fell on the mysterious, shoulder-length white-haired man she had never met before, slumped in an office chair.

The mysterious man seemed completely drained, and the white-faced owl's gaze swept over Amiya's slightly disheveled and curled-up skirt.

"An error has occurred."

The white-faced owl tilted its head, took a few steps back, and closed the door again.

"Dong dong."

The knocking sounded again, this time a little heavier than before.

Startled by the noise, Kal'tsit frowned in annoyance, curled up, and rubbed against the coat covering her, as languidly as a cat.

Having not slept a full four hours like she had in a long time, her mind was foggy and confused, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. She wanted to continue resting, but waves of invisible panic crept up her spine and into her brain, and more and more worries settled in her heart, making her mouth dry and her throat burning.

"Um……"

Kal'tsit slowly opened her tightly closed eyelids, even though her body was protesting in the most brutal way with pain, reminding her that she needed to rest more. But her years of habit and the nightmare she could never escape still gripped her mind, forcing her to open her eyes and look ahead, even with a splitting headache, to confirm whether she was still alive.

She should have died on that day three years ago.

The hazy scenery gradually became clearer, and she could easily recognize the ceiling of her office-cum-bedroom, where she had basically been resting for the past three years.

"I am..."

Kal'tsit clutched her head, struggling to sit up. The pain, as if needles were piercing her brain, made her vision go black, and she almost fainted again.

This excruciating pain, almost to the point of incapacitating her, is a side effect of over-reliance on psychotropic drugs. She only needs one more injection to immediately relieve the pain, but once the drug's effects wear off, she experiences an even more intense stinging sensation and craving. It's like a devil's gift—she knows it will bring calamity, yet she can't resist it.

This level of pain is impossible to get used to, but Kal'tsit has better ways to distract herself from the pain.

She silently recited four words in her heart; they were the names of someone important to her whom she would never see again.

Whenever she thinks of her, Kal'tsit feels an unbearable pain, and even the strange voices echoing in her mind will obediently shut up.

"Teresa..."

"Snapped."

A warm hand gently pressed down on Kal'tsit's head, interrupting her self-harm.

In the past, Kal'tsit would have lost her temper on the spot, but now she just felt relieved.

Incredibly, she seemed to feel much clearer-headed, and a comfortable warmth flowed down her head, dispelling the nagging pain.

"Did you sleep well, Kal'tsit?"

Lin Lu stroked Kal'tsit's head with full force, rubbing her ears to find the most comfortable position.

So much so that Kal'tsit, still half asleep, didn't react, and remained dazed as he rubbed her head, overwhelmed by pure comfort in a sea of ​​tranquility.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, have some water."

Amiya felt a pang of heartache seeing Kal'tsit's haggard appearance and dry lips.

Kal'tsit, looking rather silly, took the water glass from Amiya, obediently pressing her lips to the rim to moisten her sticky, slightly dry lips before taking small, elegant sips. The warm liquid slid down her throat, quenching the burning dryness.

Lin Lu used both hands to massage the pressure points on Kal'tsit's head to make her feel better.

Kal'tsit comfortably squinted her eyes, enjoying a full thirty seconds of head massage before suddenly waking up, finally regaining consciousness.

She first glanced at the hooded coat covering her body, then with almost instantaneous speed, tucked it under the blanket beside her.

The whole sequence of movements was faster than when Lin Lu returned to reality from the deep spiritual realm a few hours earlier, and he put away the pure white panties on his head.

Amiya narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled, and remained silent.

Without anyone noticing, the rings on the ten fingers of her hands, hidden behind her back, glowed faintly red.

Chapter Seventy-One Out of Control

"Stop touching."

Kal'tsit tried to slap Lin Lu's hand away, but her physical strength was extremely poor, and she felt very strained even when she raised her hand.

To save Lyudmila and the other critically injured operators from the brink of death, she hadn't had a proper rest in the past two days. Moreover, she also had to be wary of the Doctor returning in another form. After gathering the elite operators back to the ship, Kal'tsit administered a near-fatal dose of a psychotropic drug, undoubtedly pushing her body straight towards the brink of collapse.

"Touch it again, and it won't hurt anymore."

Lin Lu said gently, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

"Where are you coaxing the child?"

Kal'tsit raised her eyes; this was the only way she could protest at the moment.

However… since it can’t be stopped, then let’s just enjoy it. Kal’tsit narrowed her eyes as Lin Lu’s hand pressed precisely on the spot where she felt a stinging sensation. Sometimes gently stroking, sometimes firmly and steadily, he rubbed and kneaded, a continuous flow of heat surging from his fingers, causing her to let out a soft moan.

She noticed Amiya's gaze, and their eyes met unintentionally.

Amiya smiled, a radiant smile, like the sun in spring rain.

"Ahem." To conceal her change in expression, Kal'tsit lowered her head, sipped her water, and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

Lin Lu replied casually, "Not long, maybe five or six hours."

"What—cough cough, cough cough! What did you say?!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Kal'tsit choked on water, her throat aching with indescribable pain, and she couldn't stop coughing.

Lin Lu quickly patted her back to calm her down, but Kal'tsit, who was seething with anger, shook off his hand without saying a word.

Kal'tsit suddenly stood up from the sofa, almost stumbling and falling, but luckily Amiya caught her in time.

Five or six hours?!

In such a long period of time, how many things have not been handled in time, and how much work has been delayed as a result! With the current turbulent situation, where is there any time to rest!

Kal'tsit was frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof. Her extreme, almost twisted sense of responsibility forced her exhausted body to squeeze out a last bit of strength. The lingering stinging pain returned, which she took as a positive boost to lift her spirits. She pressed Amiya's shoulder, trying to get back into her office chair.

"Kay, Dr. Kal'tsit! Calm down!"

Amiya hurriedly hugged the emotionally distraught Kal'tsit tightly, shouting, "It's alright! While you were resting, the Doctor helped with the work. Although the Doctor has only recently returned to Rhodes Island and has forgotten the past... the Doctor is still as smart as ever! Hehehe, things that you taught me for a long time before I figured out, the Doctor can understand at a glance."

Kal'tsit finally caught her breath and turned to look at Lin Lu, who was somewhat lost in thought.

"Is Amiya telling the truth?"

"……Um."

Lin Lu slowly withdrew his hand that had been flung away and said calmly.

He didn't know why, but the moment Kal'tsit shook his hand away, a pang of sorrow shot through his chest.

It's like she did this to me before, and not just once or twice.

"..."

Despite her cold exterior, Kal'tsit was aware of her impulsive reaction, but she refused to utter a word of apology.

The person who truly needs to apologize is absolutely not her, absolutely not...

Just as the atmosphere was turning cold and even Amiya sensed something was wrong, the sound of a door being pushed open quietly came from behind.

A female operator with soft white hair peeked through the crack in the door at the three members of Rhodes Island's top leadership, while simultaneously writing something down in a thick notebook.

"What's wrong, Dr. White Owl?" Kal'tsit asked.

"Information exchange interface activated. Operator Shiny Owl greets you."

The white-faced owl put down its pen, closed its notebook, and entered through the main entrance with an air of nonchalance.

Sure enough, she had opened the door incorrectly; opening it again resolved the issue.

There must have been a system malfunction just now to see Dr. Kal'tsit's adorable sleeping face.

"Please wait, loading data..." White Owl raised her head, her golden eyes seemingly gleaming. She blinked and said in an incredibly clear voice, word by word, "According to the information, Specter, who is in private room number seventeen, went out of control twelve minutes ago."

Shining took two steps towards Kal'tsit, took out a printed agreement from a thick notebook, and said with a slight emotional fluctuation in her tone: "According to the agreement you signed, only with your permission can Specter be injected with an abnormally high dose of sedative drugs. Shining hereby inquires whether you agree immediately?"

"...Wait a minute, let me think about it."

Kal'tsit didn't take the agreement directly from her; instead, she clutched her aching head and fell into deep thought.

Lin Lu, who was standing to the side, recalled Specter's information in his mind. He remembered that in the operator file provided by Amiya, this person was classified as one of the special operators who needed special attention.

Guardian Operator Specter, although no Originium crystals have formed on her body surface, contrary to the appearance, her nervous system has suffered a fairly severe infection.

As an infected person, she not only lacked the talent necessary to use Originium Arts, but also the necessary knowledge to deal with them. Her physical functions were also greatly weakened due to the Originium infection. It seemed that Oripathy was the purest poison for her, capable of robbing her of everything, not just her life.

Even under such unfavorable circumstances, Operator Specter's offensive capabilities and destructive power during missions still rank highly. She is an exceptionally skilled blade, but also an unstable time bomb. She resolutely carries out all orders, completely disregarding any obstacles or hindrances. This leads to a lack of battlefield adaptability, making her prone to danger. Without a skilled tactical commander in command, even with Specter's exceptional individual abilities, she cannot unleash her full potential.

"I……"

Kal'tsit pondered for a long time, but still couldn't easily take the agreement from White Owl's hands.

She knew better than anyone else present what the consequences of injecting an overdose of medication would be.

Even though Specter went out of control last time, engaging in demolition work directly in the combat zone, which exposed their operation and turned their stealth into a full-scale assault, the cleanup work afterward almost wiped out the entire bounty they had earned, despite successfully fulfilling the employer's requirements in the Contingency Contract. Kal'tsit could only console herself by saying that this was an opportunity for the operators to gain practical experience, and silently swallowed her bitterness.

"I'll deal with it."

Surprisingly, it was Lawyer Lin who proposed the solution.

“If even by my standards you think her loss of control requires injections, then it won’t help even if you go.”

Lin Lu tightened his slightly loosened belt, patted his chest to make sure the things hidden inside wouldn't fall out.

If Ibitas's pure white panties were to fall out during a moment of showing off, then the career of a tactical commander would be over, right?

"Amiya, you stay here and take care of Kal'tsit. Let her rest a little longer. If she doesn't listen... it seems like you really can't do anything about her."

Lin Lu scratched the back of his head, his gaze sweeping from Kal'tsit's cat ears down to her feet, his expression gradually becoming more serious.

"what you up to?!"

Kal'tsit instinctively tried to back away, but Amiya grabbed her tightly, preventing her from leaving.

"Amiya?!"

"Dr. Kal'tsit, you need to rest."

Amiya pouted and muttered softly, "The Doctor is important, and you are important too. I want both of you."

"Let go of me, Amiya! Lin Lu, you—don't come any closer!"

"For the greater good, sleep now."

Lin Lu slowly raised his hands and reached towards Kal'tsit's cat ears.

The white-faced owl stared at everything unfolding before its eyes, its entire body tensing up and instantly going mad.

"Erotic content occurs."

Chapter Seventy-Two: Bai Gugu

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"White-faced owl?"

"Bai Gugu?"

"I'll poke—"

"An error has occurred!"

Lin Lu raised his hand and poked the white-faced owl that was standing still, but he didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so interesting.

Like a startled cat, the white-faced owl straightened its back instantly, revealing the girl's pleasing figure through her white coat to Lin Lu. Her seemingly soft, feather-like white hair also stood upright, which was particularly interesting.

If he weren't afraid of being seen as a pervert, Lin Lu would have really had the urge to poke her a hundred times.

He could spend a whole day poking at her like that and not get tired of it.

Teasing a clueless mecha girl—that's how simple a man's pleasure is.

However, Lin Lu knew very well that the White-faced Owl was a real person, not a machine, much less an artificial girl.

In White Owl's personal file, there is a special note from her colleague, Himer, an operator who also belonged to Rhine Labs.