Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Family Doctor

"Ding ding~"

The sound of a Text Message echoed through the basement.

[Skydome] set down the broom and glided forward on its wheels toward the communicators.

It had to be said that one-on-one communicators were the most useless invention in human history.

Looking at the communicators before it, all with similar designs yet unable to synchronize data, [Skydome] couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of exasperation.

It turned on the screens one by one, checking which one had received the message, until it finally identified the source of the sound.

Under Lin Qingliu’s instructions, [Skydome] had access to most information. More than just an intelligent robot, it now functioned as a combination of Lin Qingliu’s personal secretary and caretaker.

Its duties included, but were not limited to, assisting Lin Qingliu in recording data, handling household chores, and expanding his secret basement. A passageway leading to the first floor had been completed, with the exit hidden beneath the bed in the examination room.

It was already evening, and a clone of Lin Qingliu was managing the establishment upstairs.

Soon, the Text Message was displayed to the clone, who had just closed the shop.

Seeing the message on the clone meant the main body had also seen it.

In the lounge of the spire, Lin Qingliu was using the terminal’s permissions to browse through some documents related to Hope City.

Some of his questions were answered, but more doubts arose.

The biggest question now was what exactly had happened during the rebellion mentioned by "Infinite Scroll."

Lin Qingliu felt there was a gap in time, a period for which no records seemed to exist, no matter where he looked.

At that moment, his other body received a Text Message from Wencheng.

Though the wording was as cold as ever, Lin Qingliu had already deduced the other’s condition.

Wencheng was indeed in trouble.

If Wencheng’s initial caution toward psychological counseling and hypnosis had been within normal limits, it was when "Infinite Scroll" began listing names that Lin Qingliu truly confirmed something was wrong.

He didn’t believe such a name could be repeated so casually, nor did he think the highest-ranking military commander would be an ordinary figure—at least not in terms of leadership. Lin Qingliu knew he currently couldn’t measure up to that.

Lin Qingliu passed through the transparent curtain wall, dissolving into a shadow as he descended.

Though no one dared to track or target him now, Lin Qingliu instinctively maintained a concealed state, as it was Dr. Lin making the visit, not Arthur.

Of course, he couldn’t help but wonder how Wencheng would react if he knew the Speaker himself was personally attending to him.

Deliberately controlling his speed, Lin Qingliu arrived at the military command center half an hour later.

After presenting his identification, he was swiftly escorted by a guard to Wencheng’s room.

After two light knocks on the door, a voice responded from within.

"Come in."

The voice was calm but carried a faint trace of weakness and irritation, as if multiple emotions had blended together, only to surface as complete composure.

Lin Qingliu sat across from Wencheng, observing the slightly frail middle-aged man before him.

At that moment, Wencheng was sitting in a chair, as if on the verge of succumbing to drowsiness, his head tilted slightly, his eyes fluttering open and closed.

"Please… try to stay awake."

Lin Qingliu instantly noticed something was amiss with the other person.

As a leader of the army, there should never be such confusion in one’s thoughts at any time.

"Your ability."

Wencheng forced himself to focus, adjusting his posture as he asked,

"Your ability, when activated, has a chance to see the other person’s memories, correct?"

He was like a gambler with nothing left to lose, hoping for help to alleviate his symptoms while fearing that his secrets would be exposed.

Naturally, Lin Qingliu would not agree to such a request. He pretended not to catch the deeper meaning in Wencheng’s words and excitedly said,

"Lord Wencheng, after practicing for the past few months, I can now see the target’s memory fragments one hundred percent of the time!"

Wencheng’s mouth curled into a wry smile, and after a brief silence, he said,

"This is not a good thing.

"My memories and thoughts are in disarray. Please use your ability to help me alleviate this.

"Name your fee for treatment; we can start right now."

Wencheng got up and approached his single bed, lying down on it very naturally.

"Trust me, you won’t want to see my memories."

After saying that, he could no longer hold on and lost consciousness.

Not necessarily.

Lin Qingliu looked at the middle-aged man lying on the bed and began to ponder whether this could be a trap.

He craved more information, and reading memories was indeed a good option.

But without the other person’s permission or forcefully using his ability to hypnotize and read memories would be seen as an attack by the spire, so Lin Qingliu could not act against those Congress members before initiating judgment.

And now, right in front of him, was someone who had lost their Congressman Identity, lived long enough, and posed no resistance to his current self— a living memory storage.

Such a lucky opportunity?

Yet, upon further reflection, Lin Qingliu realized he could easily overcome the majority of humans now, and the few weapons that might threaten his safety could be neutralized through his permissions, putting him at a significant advantage.

As long as this bait wasn’t from some malicious mycelium life outside, there wouldn’t be any problems.

He placed the chair by the bed, and Lin Qingliu seemed to have returned to his examination room.

He closed his eyes, and his thoughts slowly delved deep into Wencheng’s brain.

—

Lin Qingliu had never seen such fragmented memories.

Wencheng’s brain seemed filled with two things: one was a faded scroll, and the other was a disordered jigsaw puzzle.

Neither was coherent at the moment, like a big tree without a trunk, unable to maintain its current state.

Wencheng appeared to be only in his forties or fifties, but the memory fragments were enough to fill the entire realm of thought.

Sensing the enormous workload about to fall upon him, Lin Qingliu, in his consciousness state, couldn’t help but sigh,

"Another old soul."

Lin Qingliu’s consciousness split in two, each beginning different tasks.

The broken puzzle needed to be reassembled, and the faded scroll needed to be recolored. Lin Qingliu navigated through the surreal memories and identified the culprit behind all this— a memory fragment marked with the number 2875.

Centering himself around it, Lin Qingliu found an anchor point on the memory timeline, much like the first piece confirmed in a jigsaw puzzle.

He then began the careful selection and assembly, gradually gathering Wencheng’s memories around that memory fragment.

As for the faded scroll, it was redrawn by another part of his consciousness.

Wencheng’s entire being began to unfold slowly before Lin Qingliu.