Chapter 178
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Chapter 178: Utilization of Waste
“The suppressor continuously releases electrical signals and chemicals, suppressing the ability that originally belonged to you.”
“Eh?”
Luke seemed to suddenly understand. Instinctively, he raised his right side where he had been injured and realized he was left with only one arm. He began to awkwardly reach with his left hand towards the back of his neck.
Sure enough, he felt a small bump different from bone near the back of his head.
“Why did I never notice this before?”
He couldn’t help but ask this question instinctively.
“Because along with the electrical signals and the suppressor, there is also a trace of anesthetic that can mask your body’s discomfort, making you subconsciously ignore the anomaly in that area.
“As time goes on, even when the anesthetic stops releasing, you have already become accustomed to that feeling.”
With this realization, Luke was left with no doubt, only a deep frustration that felt difficult to dissolve.
Since his father’s death, he had become a puppet.
His efforts, his ambitions, his ideals and goals were all just jokes.
Most laughable of all, the side his father had been loyal to was deceiving him, while the enemies he had been pursuing were the ones revealing the truth.
He sat in silence on the chair for a long time.
After a while, it was Lin Qingliu behind him who finally spoke.
Unfortunately, his target was not Luke but El and Li Rui.
“There’s an iron cage in storage room two; put him in there.”
“Understood, but how long should we keep him there?”
El looked at Luke, who was mentally and physically devastated, and felt a hint of sympathy.
Perhaps it wasn’t sympathy; it was just that he had used Luke for some time and felt a vague desire to repay him, just like how he had saved Zhuang Mian during the rainy night ambush. Though she had only unwittingly helped him, he always held a simple idea of gratitude.
“How would I know how long to keep him?”
Lin Qingliu shrugged:
“I haven’t figured out how to handle him yet. Leave him with three days’ worth of nutritional paste; let’s see if he can survive.
“After that, he can be used to catch fish for the Council or some other purposes.”
Luke listened in a daze as the two pulled him up from both sides and led him towards the storage room.
As they entered storage room two, a corner of the room had already been cleared out. Iron bars formed a space large enough for one person to lie down in.
“Get in!”
They threw Luke inside and quickly locked the door.
They placed three tubes of nutritional paste near the cage, no, the cell, and then left, closing the storage room door behind them.
The light outside gradually faded, and darkness enveloped Luke.
Outside the storage room, the three people followed El into the dark tunnel once more.
Lin Qingliu led the way, carrying the nutrient jar that held Luke’s arm. El walked in the middle, while Li Rui, as Lin Qingliu’s subordinate, walked at the back, afraid to speak.
Instead, the boy struck up a conversation with the doctor at the front:
“Doctor, why is there a cell in the warehouse?”
Lin Qingliu turned his head with a hint of confusion:
“You really didn’t think of that?”
The boy shook his head.
“That was used to hold Wang Xiao.”
“…Never mind, forget I asked.”
“But is it really okay to keep him in there?”
“Don’t worry. His mind is in turmoil right now; he needs a place without sound or light to confront his own thoughts.”
“But what about his injuries…”
“Then you have even less to worry about.”
Lin Qingliu smiled:
“With no strenuous activity and plenty of nutrients, he’ll heal quickly. Aren’t you living proof of that?”
The three people arrived at the spot El had marked earlier. He and Li Rui disappeared into the wall, while Lin Qingliu continued alone, eventually emerging in the basement of his new home.
What was once filled with rocks and dirt now revealed a large, empty room.
This was the underground base Lin Qingliu had created using his abilities.
Though it looked somewhat crude, it was indeed lacking in many things.
But that didn’t matter, as soon a batch of guns, a supply of medicine, and a small multifunctional machine would be delivered here.
While the electrical connection issue hadn’t been resolved yet, Lin Qingliu believed that, with his experience as a thief, the generous Hope City wouldn’t mind.
Carrying the nutrient jar back to the innermost examination room, Lin Qingliu fished the arm out of the nutrient solution.
He skillfully activated the special vision granted by the [Museum] path, combining it with his [Spatial] ability to remove a metal ring bound to the ulna, which was flashing with green light.
He examined the tech-laden object closely, his brow slightly furrowed.
It seemed the technological level in Hope City was a bit too advanced…
Was this really from the river?
Lin Qingliu couldn’t say for sure.
He carefully placed the item back inside the arm, preventing it from detecting the surrounding life force vanishing and self-destructing.
Then Lin Qingliu placed the jar at the back of the examination room, thinking that professional matters should be left to professionals.
Opening the large door, Lin Qingliu saw Fulan returning from hunting in the wild, responding to his call.
The kitten had been offline—no, it had been in the wild for a while—and could now transform into over a hundred common types of household trash.
Though he wasn’t sure if this was something to boast about, progress was progress.
Lin Qingliu looked at the colorful little cat in front of him and sniffed lightly:
“Did you take a bath?”
“Mm-hmm! How could Fulan come to meet the great master without a bath?”
Lin Qingliu remained indifferent to the kitten’s flattery; after all, he had raised it himself.
Since Fulan carried a portion of Lin Qingliu’s blood, which was in a dormant state, whenever Lin Qingliu called, Fulan would immediately hear his voice.
Wasn’t that a kind of summoned beast?
“Do you have any new tasks for Fulan, master?”
“Simple, just monitor a prisoner; you’re quite familiar with that.”
“Rest assured, Fulan will definitely complete the task~”
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Meanwhile, in a small cell that no one could find,
Luke was trying to calm the storm of emotions within him.
Guilt for his father, disappointment in himself, and anger at how others toyed with him swirled in his mind, making it impossible for him to find peace.
He had only been locked in here for a few hours, but it felt like years had passed.
He didn’t know how many times he had shaken the metal bars of his cage, but with only one hand, he lacked the strength to do much.
Just as his shoulder collided with the bars, a faint sound of something dropping echoed.
Had something been knocked over?
Luke extended half of his palm out of the cage and began to grope around in the darkness.
