Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 521: The Travel Agency’s Postwar Analysis
Walking through the corridor of the medical ward, Yu Sheng finally saw the "Black Spot Soldier" that Luna had captured, inside a room closely guarded by Special Service Bureau officers.
The other party had already been stripped of their equipment and was only wearing an orange "protective suit," lying stiffly on the bed. The suit was thick and complex in structure, seemingly equipped with devices for monitoring vital signs, and was secured to the bed with several restraint buckles. Besides this, there were two Special Service Bureau officers in thick power armor standing on both sides of the bed, their figures resembling interstellar soldiers—but the markings on their uniforms indicated they were doctors.
Behind the hospital bed was a wide window, and outside it lay a chaotic scene of an Alternate Dimension. The two alien creatures that had been killed in the hallway earlier were now drifting past the window, their shattered bodies revealing frozen blue-violet bodily fluids, blood congealing like flowers in the universe.
The scene depicted a pure white and empty sickroom, heavy restraint clothing, doctors in power armor, and the alien creatures outside the window that had been killed by security. It was a harmonious portrayal of medical-patient relations.
Yu Sheng followed behind Baili Qing, stepping forward as his gaze fell upon the "Black Spot Soldier’s" face, and he raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.
"Elf?" he murmured instinctively.
The person lying on the bed had their helmet and mask removed, revealing a head of dazzling short golden hair beneath which lay an exceptionally handsome face. It was evidently male, yet almost describable by the word "beautiful," with conspicuous pointed ears peeking out from under the hair, just like the "Elves" Yu Sheng had heard of!
Beyond that, even more striking were their eyes—the "Black Spot Soldier" had distinctly non-human golden pupils, surrounded by tiny golden specks of light, looking almost like a starry sky.
This appearance surprised Yu Sheng greatly.
After all, it was difficult for him to connect an "Elf" with an alien firing a particle rifle at him through a spatial rift while dressed in power combat gear...
However, his surprise was brief, as he soon thought of the immortals from Qianfeng Ling Mountain who piloted ships to the sun’s orbit to bathe in the Spiritual Energy of the Constant Star, seeking comprehension of the universe’s principles...
What can I say, this world is truly full of exceptional people and vibrant lands.
"It’s an Algredian, probably your first time seeing one," Baili Qing’s voice chimed in from the side. "From the existing classification of intelligent species, they are indeed considered a branch of ’Elf/Elf-like.’ The ’Starry Pupils’ are their typical feature. Unlike the Terran Elves, Algredians don’t possess natural or life affinity abilities, but instead have many wondrous... talents in the field of the starry sky."
At the same time, the "Arglede Elf" lying on the bed raised their head, looking towards the direction of the conversation.
The next second, Yu Sheng watched as the "Elf’s" pupils contracted sharply, even the tiny golden light specks withdrew into the pupils—their gaze fixed intensely on Baili Qing standing beside, their entire body visibly tensed. After a moment, they forced out words from their throat: "...Evil spirit of Boundary Land!"
Yu Sheng was momentarily dumbfounded, turning to look at Baili Qing: "...Your reputation is that big out there?"
Even Baili Qing’s expression turned somewhat subtle, she slightly tilted her head: "Just had a few encounters with the Black Dot Group..." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Yu Sheng instantly became curious about the "few encounters" Baili Qing mentioned, but he didn’t pursue it further. Instead, he quickly focused on the Black Spot Soldier, who was evidently nervous: "Do you still remember my face?"
The Black Spot Soldier’s gaze shifted between Yu Sheng, Baili Qing, and Luna in the distance a few times, quickly calming down, and they sighed softly: "Of course I remember, you were standing on the opposite side of the rift, and there was a group of... peculiar people beside you. I didn’t understand what happened before I passed out."
Yu Sheng raised an eyebrow, realizing that the other party was more cooperative than he expected—when interrogating those Angel Sect and Hidden Monastery sect members before, the "atmosphere" wasn’t this congenial.
He harbored some doubts, but before he could voice them, he saw the Black Spot Soldier on the bed sigh again, face full of gloom: "I’m just a guard temporarily transferred to the scene, still a D-rank contract soldier, I don’t know anything even if you captured me... You’d be better off capturing our lab director."
Yu Sheng: "...Lab director?"
"The boss of the entire facility, her name is Lowe’er, she has everyone call her ’Boss,’ at that time she was standing in the control area... oh, from your angle on the other side of the rift you probably couldn’t see her."
Yu Sheng: "..."
He suddenly realized that this seemingly fluent and highly cooperative Arglede Elf in front of him might be another kind of tricky interrogation subject. If this was a slippery character, they’d likely be more indomitable than those cultists who stand their ground.
Because answering every question can also mean answering every question randomly—the fellow before him was definitely trained! Without a bit of professional interrogation skills, this guy could likely maintain twenty-four hours of high-intensity fabrications...
Of course, this Black Spot Soldier must be aware that escaping from Special Service Bureau’s headquarters is impossible, and there’s no way someone would come in here to rescue him. His random answers were clearly meant to buy some time—perhaps to divert the Special Service Bureau’s attention, or to allow ample time for those in the lab to transfer data, or for certain remnants of the rift to naturally dissipate...
Many times, delaying itself is the purpose.
But Yu Sheng didn’t have the time or energy to verbally spar with a professionally trained soldier who answered randomly.
He looked up at Baili Qing: "This might require an expert, someone skilled in the Great Memory Recovery Technique."
"I’ll handle it personally, restoring certain memories is my specialty," Baili Qing replied, her expression unchanged, "but this might take a little time—you can go back and wait for my news."
"Alright then, I’ll leave this to you," Yu Sheng nodded, then exhaled, casually opening a door to the side, "I’ll go back and help Erin with the arm. Luna, let’s go home."
Turning his head, he glanced at the Algredian lying on the hospital bed.
The "Elf" was securely fastened to the bed in a restraining hospital gown, with only his head free to move. He looked quite forlorn, yet his gaze unwittingly drifted to the door leading to No. 66 Wutong Road, a trace of curiosity in his eyes.
Baili Qing walked over, blocking the view between him and Yu Sheng’s door.
"Well then, it’s time for the next treatment." She said unhurriedly.
...
At No. 66 Wutong Road, on the attic’s "alchemy table," Erin was sitting dutifully on a stack of books, extending her arms for Yu Sheng to see.
Her slender puppet arms were covered in cracks of various sizes, looking quite pitiful—this was the result of her trying to use her own power to hold up the collapsing space portal.
Luna was beside her, slowly stirring a bowl of lotus root starch, while Hu Li peeked over eagerly with a head full of curiosity.
Initially, the fox girl was responsible for mixing the lotus root starch, but she couldn’t control herself, mixing and eating at the same time, so Luna eventually took over.
"If I had reacted a bit faster at the time," Yu Sheng mumbled while examining the small doll’s arm wounds, "I should have just rushed to the other side of the rift and marked it. Even if they closed the passage afterward, I could reopen it whenever I wanted..."
"You have quite the imagination," Erin glanced at him, "but with the firepower density on the other side, you couldn’t have made it two steps without getting halfway dead—you think everyone’s like a C-type buckle, dodging bullets while dancing?"
Yu Sheng pondered: "If I had run a bit harder, maybe inertia would have flung my corpse to the other side even if I died?"
Erin: "Still not feasible. It’s too far, and there were too many people in the way on the other side, plus the passage collapses in seconds, not enough time for you to speed up."
Yu Sheng: "...Then I should have had Hu Li use her tail to launch me over, and after exploding on the other side, I might’ve smeared everywhere, maybe achieving even better results."
Erin: "This idea seems plausible!"
Yu Sheng smacked his lips, suddenly feeling something was off: "Isn’t our post-battle analysis a bit twisted?"
The small doll glared immediately: "Didn’t you start this!"
Yu Sheng chuckled, reaching out to take the bowl of lotus root starch from Luna, and began spreading the paste on the little puppet again: "Let’s not blame each other, look at you—just repaired and already cracked again."
"Hehe~"
Yu Sheng was long used to this carefree and shameless state of the puppet.
The puppet’s arm slowly healed, and Hu Li’s tail swayed in Yu Sheng’s peripheral vision, prompting him to glance at the Nine-Tailed Fox: "Wait a bit before eating, Erin’s arm is worse this time, it needs fixing first."
"Mm-hmm, I know," Hu Li nodded vigorously, wiping her mouth. Then she looked at Erin’s arm and mused, seemingly pondering something serious before speaking, "Savior, I’m curious about something..."
"Go ahead."
Hu Li put on a serious face: "Tell me, slurp... if we stuff Erin’s arm with meat now, does that mean... slurp, she could be considered a kind of lotus root sandwich... slurp."
The attic fell silent for a moment, lasting four or five seconds, then Erin leaped from the stack of books: "Silly! Fox! Girl!"
Yu Sheng hurriedly pressed down the angry little puppet: "Sit down! Sit down! It’s not fixed yet, it’s still soft... Hey! It cracked again!"
"Ah, it’s cracked again! Silly fox, you owe..."
"Savior! I want to eat lotus root sandwich for lunch tomorrow!"
"Now’s not the time for this... Erin, sit back down!"
The attic suddenly became quite lively, but Luna just silently stepped back a few paces—standing elegantly in a corner detached from the world. She started uploading footage to Otherworld Inn’s database.
8K high definition.
Today at No. 66 Wutong Road, everything was as peaceful as ever.
