Chapter 126
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Chapter 126: Master Hand
An hour earlier, Ji Yongxing had initially planned to simply discuss his idea of concealing the artificial intelligence within armor.
However, upon returning to his single dormitory, he found a kitten waiting for him.
Fulan brought the latest news about Lin Qingliu:
“Dr. Lin has been appointed as the Captain of the army’s psychological treatment team. If you have anything to convey, you can ask Fulan to relay it. Of course, it would be even more convenient with a communicator.”
Upon hearing the first part, Ji Yongxing was not surprised. He often listened to the radio and had immediately thought of Dr. Lin when he learned that the army was recruiting psychologists to help soldiers with their mental health issues.
Dr. Lin is not only a highly skilled and amiable psychologist but also a preacher who readily speaks of the greatness of the Lord at the slightest provocation.
With both these qualities, Ji Yongxing always felt an inexplicable trust toward him.
As for the communicator, Ji Yongxing had a habit of collecting and repairing discarded items since childhood, but he never sold them to classmates; all those repaired items were stored in a box.
Upon hearing that Fulan could provide him with a communicator, Ji Yongxing quickly opened his assembled computer and swiftly searched under the bed.
Within seconds, he heard a slightly timid electronic voice and a distorted meow from behind him:
“H-h-hello, I am [Skydome].”
“Meow! The monitor is talking!”
In Ji Yongxing’s unprecedented speechlessness, the comedic scene began.
After a fruitless discussion, Fulan, with the communicator around her neck, returned to Lin Qingliu’s clinic.
After hearing about the kitten’s experiences, Lin Qingliu fell into deep thought.
Was there a way he could solve Ji Yongxing’s problem?
Yes, but not at the moment.
Fulan was still at the First Level, so Lin Qingliu’s "Wondrous" path had only unlocked the abilities of the first two levels.
The Third Level ability, "Assimilation," would allow for the replication of lifeless materials within a certain scale.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingliu turned to look at his divine cat and thought, Fulan, you must do your best; you can’t let me down.
Not understanding her owner’s intention, the kitten showed a puzzled expression and rolled onto her back.
“Never mind, it’s none of your concern; go play.”
“Meow~”
In recent days, Lin Qingliu experienced genuine busyness.
Earning money from the army is no easy feat.
He led nearly twenty psychologists, roaming through four military camps in the eastern outer city, helping many people open up their hearts.
He has become increasingly skilled in using Dream Illusion path abilities, and he has truly felt the beauty of dreams.
Many soldiers with psychological issues would unconsciously return to their happiest moments while In Dream.
Those moments involved either family or loved ones; only in those places could they truly achieve relaxation and be their most authentic selves.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingliu’s approval rating remained at one hundred percent. He believed it wouldn’t be long before he was entrusted with more important tasks, after all, not all psychologists possessed "abilities" like he did.
In a basement in the outer city, Zhuang Mian was employing the Great Memory Restoration Technique on a stubborn casino owner.
Hope City is far from an ideal utopia, and when dealing with such unsavory characters, a certain degree of forceful law enforcement is inevitable.
After all, what kind of upstanding individual would attract the attention of the Clean-up Team?
Previously, the mission assigned to Zhuang Mian by her mentor, Wayne, had been executed flawlessly by her and her team.
Due to their exemplary performance, another backlogged case was entrusted to her.
A thief known as "Master Hand" had recently plundered several casinos in the outer city, even targeting two banks.
Few were aware of this.
If the public knew how unreliable the banks were, no one would deposit their information coins in the future.
And if they discovered just how lucrative the casinos were…
Well, that wouldn’t be a good thing either.
Thus, the Public Security Team had been conducting a low-profile investigation into the matter, which could have continued at a leisurely pace.
But just last night, the home of a high-ranking factory employee in the inner city was thoroughly ransacked.
The intruder made off with all the information coins and antiques, leaving behind a heart-shaped gesture on the white wall.
"Master Hand" had ventured into the inner city?!
The thief’s activities in the outer city had been of little concern to the inner city’s elite.
But now that he had crossed into their territory, he would have to face the consequences.
The factory office director was merely a mid-level employee, but if the thief could infiltrate his home today, who knew whose home would be next?
Thus—
The Ministry of Internal Affairs was mobilized!
As always, Zhuang Mian deftly entered the casino owner’s dream, immersing herself in the sensation of being utterly robbed.
She delved into the casino owner’s dream to verify whether the mark left by the thief matched the one from the previous night.
As for the original mark, it had been erased by the casino owner himself out of sheer humiliation.
Given the sensitivity of the situation, the security bureau had no photographic evidence on record.
From the case files, it was speculated that "Master Hand" might be a team, or perhaps there were copycats at work.
Upon seeing the crude heart-shaped drawing, Zhuang Mian meticulously examined the stroke order. After a thorough analysis, she concluded that the casino owner’s encounter was with a different "Master Hand" than the one from the previous night.
The simple drawing in the dream bore clear signs of repeated tracing, suggesting that the person who left the mark was not particularly skilled at drawing.
In contrast, the markings at last night’s crime scene, along with several earlier ones attributed to the same individual, while differing slightly in detail, all exuded a sense of effortless flair.
Even if a line wasn’t perfectly executed, there were no attempts to correct it.
Zhuang Mian left the casino owner’s dream with a sense of disappointment. Apprehending such individuals fell squarely within the purview of the Public Security Team in the outer city.
As for whether the casino owner would be arrested after her departure?
Zhuang Mian wasn’t particularly optimistic.
Meanwhile, as she was performing the Great Memory Restoration Technique, the archivist at the inner city security bureau hurried back to the archive room.
“Mr. Luke, there’s a new case report here.”
Luke looked up from the files, rubbed his neck, and asked wearily,
“Does it concern me?”
“It does. ‘Master Hand’ struck again last night, marking the first incident since the incident at the research institute, and this time, the location shifted from the outer city to the inner city, perfectly aligning with your two criteria.”
Luke’s eyes lit up instantly:
“Bring it here!”
He casually closed the Eastern District Security Bureau’s report on the "Heart Snatcher" profile and began to read intently about "Master Hand’s" latest escapade.
