Enforcer's Handbook

The abnormal android disguised as Gao Yuan disappeared.

Obanna heard the bad news as soon as he returned to the department, but he was not surprised.

The surveillance video in the interrogation room recorded the bizarre scene of the android's disappearance. Before Lu Xiang arrived, arms grew on the wall behind the android. They were white and flawless. They were obviously not human skin, but that of an android. What it looks like after being mass-produced and before being spray-painted.

This arm grabbed the android from behind and dragged him into the wall.

Lu Xiang in the surveillance video arrived a step too late after all. When she managed to open the password door of the interrogation room, the android had disappeared without a trace.

Oberner repeated this process countless times and saw the subsequent details countless times.

After Lu Xiang broke into the interrogation room, he punched the table in frustration. After a long time, he took out a note from his pocket.

The one-star rescuers told him that the creatures in the void recorded on this note were probably the legacy left by enthusiastic citizens.

They also said Lu Xiang mentioned reasons why she did not want to release the information.

For humans, the more they understand the void, the more susceptible they are to its influence.

Oberna decided not to focus his suspicion on Lu Xiang. The giant shadow he saw by the window last night still lingered in his mind. In addition to the trembling from the bottom of his heart, it seemed to be mixed with something. Plant something else.

It was like some kind of inspiration calling him through the fog.

This was the last time he replayed the video. In fact, with the operating system adapted for him by Lionheart Military Industry, as long as he watched it once, every detail of the surveillance would be imprinted in his mind. The subsequent mechanized repetitions were just what he used. The process of thinking.

Or more accurately, he didn't want to make a decision in such a hurry.

But now, after making the decision, his emotions have calmed down.

He took out a sticky note:

November 8, 2166, 14:21.

District 17, rescuer service center, monitoring room.

Oberna picked up a pen and wrote down the time and place on a sticky note. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had written with his hands. The built-in operating system allowed him to write without having to pick up a pen. The ability to convert the content you want to express into text, package it and send it to the recipient.

However, this is the inspiration given to them by enthusiastic citizens.

There was probably a reason why the other party used sticky notes to convey the information. In order to submit his situation and everything he had investigated to the company, Oberna decided to imitate the enthusiastic citizens.

After carefully recording the time, place and important values ​​of the prosthetic body, Oberner stored the sticky note in the storage room inside his body.

Then, he followed the guidance of the call and came to the interrogation room.

The tables and chairs in the interrogation room were crooked, and there were still cracks on them that Lu Xiang had smashed on the table out of frustration. Oberna closed his eyes and replayed every detail he saw in the surveillance video.

He slowly came to the wall, where the abnormal android was dragged in.

In order to ensure safety, the walls of the interrogation room have been specially reinforced. Even a drill cannot break through the wall's defense.

Oberna closed his eyes, but the structural information and data about the interrogation room wall were still accurately conveyed into his brain.

Oberna stood still in front of the wall. He stretched out his right hand and explored the place where the android disappeared.

His movements were extremely slow, and after about ten seconds, feedback came from his fingertips.

Cold, but not hard.

The operating system's receiver stopped reporting, but he didn't stop extending his hand. It felt like he was dipping his hand into the cold lake water. He didn't know how deep the lake was and what was hidden at the bottom of the lake.

Oberna simply stopped thinking and let his right arm continue to penetrate deeper, until after an unknown amount of time, he finally caught something.

The texture felt very hard and a little prickly. With the outline of the object, he could easily identify the object he touched.

A chip.

The Archon chip he lost!

Oberna's right hand retracted as if he was electrocuted. When he opened his eyes, he was still in the interrogation room. The wall in front of him looked normal. When he tried to move his hand forward again, he couldn't. Blocked on the other side by the cold wall.

He looked down at the chip placed in his palm. It seemed unchanged.

Almost without thinking, he placed the chip back in its original location.

This time, the scene in front of me finally changed.

The white surface of the wall was constantly being peeled off, disappearing into the air like floating ashes. A blood-like liquid seeped into the room through the holes in the wall, and gradually spread to his feet.

There were broken shackles on the chair, and a wide variety of interrogation tools were piled haphazardly on the table.

Most of the tools were stained with blood, as well as some minced meat that people didn't want to know the ingredients of.

This is still an interrogation room, but time seems to have retreated hundreds of years ago - only in that era, people would use backward and inefficient interrogation methods.

With his experience in the hospital, Oberner did not panic this time. After confirming the situation around him, he backed out of the interrogation room.

The corridors have also changed.

The walls on both sides turned into rusty iron sheets, and the compartments turned into cages.

There seemed to be some creature in the cage. He heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the railings, along with noises such as electric saws and electric drills.

He did not linger on the cages on both sides, relying on his memory to go up, through the blood-stained stairs, and arrived at the conference room.

In this conference room, he was attacked by the void for the first time, and the Archon chip was also lost here.

At the same time, something seemed to be aware of his arrival, and there were chaotic footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Oberna didn't hesitate and pushed the door open.

The structure of the conference room seemed to explain the origin of the wound on his head—it was an operating room, or so it seemed.

It reminded him of a prosthetic hospital, full of instruments used to open the human body.

The position he was in during the meeting was exactly where the operating table was, similar to a drill facing the operating table. This gave Oberner an absurd idea - there was someone on the other side while they were meeting, Use this drill to drill open his head.

There was a note on the table that had been there for an unknown amount of time, as if it had been waiting for his arrival.

The footsteps were closer.

He rushed towards the note and held it firmly in his hand.

The next moment, Oberna finally saw the true face of the pursuers, a group of unfinished androids. They had not been spray-painted and only had the most basic human outlines. The manufacturer had not yet had time to give them facial features, so Oberna had no time to give them facial features. Bernard couldn't tell what their expressions were at this moment.

Judging from their actions, these androids seemed angry.

The android pounced.

For a soldier who had been on countless battlefields, this was not a crisis at all, but immediately afterwards, Oberner's movements froze.

The prosthetic body didn't respond to him.

The operating system that existed in his brain also stopped working.

This brief gap was enough for these snarling androids to approach him.

The cold palms pressed against Oberna's face and body. What flooded into his brain was not the heartbreaking pain, but the trembling from the depths of his soul.

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong -!

He heard a knock on the door.

When his vision returned to clarity, he was in the conference room of the rescue department, leaning on the back of the swivel chair, and the androids were gone.

Director Oberna, Director Oberna? Are you okay?

The one who knocked on the door was Mo Ling. He remembered the name of this one-star rescuer.

I'm fine.

After breathing heavily for a few times, Oberna spoke.

Was everything just an illusion?

But the next scene made the coldness that hit his soul surge up again - he saw his right hand, as white and flawless as a newly produced android that had not yet had time to be painted.

The hand still held the sticky note:

Doll

Similar to the existence of bionic humans. 』

Note, they are social creatures. 』

『*Don’t be touched by them! *』

The content on the sticky note was scrawled and seemed to have been left in a hurry.

In order to emphasize the importance of the last sentence, the person who wrote this passage marked it with a special symbol.