Ark Chess Player.

"That's it..."

Lin Lu looked at his employee card thoughtfully. The warm touch made him feel aroused. Could it be that Kal'tsit had been keeping the card in her hand all along?

“Lin Lu, listen carefully. I will conduct regular physiological examinations for you. Also… the authority to record your vital signs and state of consciousness is limited to me, understand?” Kal'tsit said seriously, her eyes fixed on Lin Lu, not giving him a chance to change the subject or avoid the topic.

Lin Lu's gaze lingered on her face. Although his vision was somewhat dim, he could still detect the blush on Kal'tsit's face under the vision of the Spirit Realm.

It seems that Kal'tsit wasn't completely unaffected by what he shouted from the mast; she was just being stubborn and putting on a brave front.

Lin Lu smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I understand."

"Good that you understand... What are you looking at?" Kal'tsit raised an eyebrow.

"nothing."

Kal'tsit involuntarily frowned.

As a woman, it would be strange not to be angry if a man you like stared at you for dozens of seconds and then said it was nothing.

It's like after you've finished, the other person pulls up their pants and says, "It was so-so."

Kal'tsit said coldly, "Tomorrow we're going to the mobile city-state of Lungmen to conduct business negotiations with politician Wei Yanwu regarding the infected population. Remember to be prepared; this is very important for us. I'll inform you of the details before we depart. Remember to get up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, don't oversleep."

After saying that, Kal'tsit turned and left. She had already wasted too much time today, and countless tasks awaited her.

The thought of this made her even angrier, and she almost stomped her feet on the spot.

Lin Lu watched Kal'tsit's retreating figure and couldn't help but smile.

"So, where is my single room?"

Lin Lu held the black mobile terminal, which was probably designed for combat personnel; the material was quite hard. He felt it could even serve as bulletproof, and as a projectile, it might be able to smash a hole in a wall. However, it didn't feel bulky at all; the unique design of the frame made it relatively easy to hold.

A feeling of nostalgia welled up inside him, and Lin Lu excitedly lit up the screen, just like a child getting a game console for the first time.

Just as Lin Lu's finger touched the screen, an emergency communication light came on.

As if fate were playing a cruel joke on Lin Lu, he was made to hear this distress signal.

"How many times... never mind."

A hoarse, weary voice came from the mobile device's speaker; just listening to it made one feel heavy-hearted.

Lin Lu subconsciously held his breath and held the phone to his ear, listening intently.

Amidst the cacophony of messages, he heard the sound of flames burning, the roar of people, and the sound of gunfire.

"This is... cough cough, cough... huff..."

The sound of rough fabric rubbing against skin filled the air, and the speaker seemed to be adjusting their breathing.

"This is Zoya from Valery's squad of the Chernobog Military Police Department, requesting support from the Ursus Third Army. Repeat, requesting support, cough cough."

The girl's weak voice sounded as if she would die at any moment, so hoarse that it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying, like a candle that was about to burn out, with only a last glimmer of light left.

"The first to third floors of the ruined building have been breached by the infected. We are forced to defend the top floor, and people are dying every minute and every second. Our food supplies ran out three days ago, our drinking water is gone, and our supplies are almost gone. We request reinforcements, we request reinforcements... Please, please... reply to me, reply to me."

After receiving no response, a desperate, self-deprecating laugh came from the girl.

"dad……"

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Chapter 85 Dr. Lin Lu

"..."

Lin Lu silently put down his phone.

During this time, Lin Lu tried to call out, but the other party seemed not to hear him.

It's like how people in medieval coastal cities would stuff waterproof paper used to transmit messages into glass bottles, plug the opening, and throw them into the vast ocean.

The notes sealed in drifting bottles often contain important information, communicating across the vast ocean and into the unknown.

Perhaps the message in a bottle will break during its journey and be submerged in water, leaving it helpless and lost.

Perhaps the message in a bottle will drift on a deserted island, left to the passage of time, never to reach its next destination.

Perhaps the message in a bottle will arrive at a beach in some city during the ebb and flow of the tide, be picked up by a stranger, and read the contents of the paper out of curiosity.

Message in a bottle, also known as a wishing bottle.

This distress signal was like an invisible hand strangling Lin Lu's neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Lin Lu, somewhat agitated, checked his mobile terminal, activated the PRTS system, and searched for the source of the brief voice message.

This place is far, far away from Chernobog, the city occupied by the Reunion Movement! Heaven knows why he received such a message. He's not some worthless Third Army; only the local citizens of Chernobog would be fooled by the stupid new emperor, happily waiting to die. Even Lin, who had just woken up, could see through this obvious scheme, so why couldn't others understand it?

Perhaps only the so-called nobility could evacuate in advance with the help of informants from a few even more noble individuals.

Those who are left behind are pawns, discarded pieces.

A beautiful day ends with the end of Chernobog Doomsday 2.

Lin Lu didn't know why he felt so irritable, and there was no one he wanted to protect in Chernobog.

This matter had nothing to do with him. He was neither a soldier nor a savior, and Ursus had absolutely no connection to him.

"...Just treat it as if you've answered a scam call."

Captain, hurry back to the Hyperion! The deck has been covered in dust without you around... Captain, come out and clean it up!

Lin Lu seemed to have found an excuse to put the distress signal out of his mind and switch the PRTS system to navigation service.

Suddenly losing his appetite, Lin Lu gave up the urge to go to the cafeteria. All he wanted to do now was go back to his dorm, bury his head in his soft pillow, and not think about anything.

The surrounding scenery seemed to lose its color, and he couldn't even hear what the other operators were saying when they greeted him. He simply nodded silently and followed the navigation. His heart felt like it was being weighed down by a stone, and his heartbeat slowed. His head buzzing, Lin Lu gripped his phone tightly, following the system's directions until he reached his dormitory.

Lin Lu looked up and noticed a thin layer of dust on the magnetic card scanner.

He raised his hand, his fingers lightly tracing the rusted nameplate, revealing the contents written on it.

"Dr. Lin Lu".

This is indeed where he once lived.

Lin Lu subconsciously turned his gaze to his back, where there was another identical room right across from his.

For some reason, he inexplicably took a few steps forward.

But the name on the doorplate made him stop in his tracks.

"Theresa."

Lin Lu no longer remembers who this person is.

But her presence seemed to be everywhere, leaving traces of her in every place.

Lin Lu gripped the employee card tightly in his hand and stood in front of Theresa's door for a very long time.

Finally, he slumped his shoulders helplessly, turned around, slapped his employee card on the scanner, and pushed open the door to his dormitory room.

It's not the right time yet...

The hatch automatically retracted into the wall, and a crimson light rushed out, as if a rift had opened in hell.

Lin Lu stood there, stunned.

Facing the door were countless decorative plaques covering the entire wall, their crimson light shining through them like a blood-red sunset falling before one's eyes.

Lin Lu stepped into the room, closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Only after his heartbeat gradually calmed down did he slowly open his eyes.

The soft, white-orange light illuminated the entire room, as if the previous blood-red scene had been nothing but a dream.

He almost fell into the past, but fortunately he was able to return to the present.

Lin Lu's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the decorative plaques. He walked to the wall and raised his hand to run his hand over the dazzling array of plaques.

The signs were much cleaner than I had imagined. Lin Lu, whose mind was preoccupied with emotions, belatedly realized that the room was very clean and the air was fresh.

Not right.

If my room has been closed for the past three years and has never been opened, then the moment I opened the door, I should be surrounded by a cloud of dust and bacteria.

Lin Lu thought to himself, and subconsciously pulled out his mobile terminal, using his highest level of access (level 8), to search for the room's entry and exit records.