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Chapter 1014, page 1009: Characteristics of Extraterrestrials
“Of course.” Upon hearing this, the girl immediately became interested and whispered, “Alien spies have completely invaded our world, especially outside mental hospitals. You can find several aliens on any street. They have spread all over our world.”

"If you get captured and taken outside, never mention aliens."

Mar and Eng also deliberately lowered their voices and leaned closer:

"So, is it okay to mention it in a mental hospital? Aren't there aliens here?"

The girl glanced at the others in the distance, then lowered her voice further:
"Well, I've almost never seen any aliens, because every hunter who discovers aliens is imprisoned by them in some way. That's why they framed me as a madman."

“I suspect that those aliens may have even infiltrated and corrupted the church.”

Hearing this, Ma En felt even more troubled. Although the Divine Eye seemed to retain some intervention in the future, there did seem to be some crazy talk in her words that were hard to tell whether they were true or false.

It's as if the church sent her here.
Distinguishing between these statements is likely a tricky problem.

Marx and Engels also chimed in:

"Will things be that bad?"

Ning Changkong also showed concern:

“I don’t know, but I’ve lost contact with many of my former colleagues. I suspect they were also sent to similar places by alien spies and imprisoned, just because we saw through the truth.”

Instead of dwelling on her conspiracy theory, Marne asked:
"What do aliens look like? Can ordinary people like us tell them apart?"

The girl said solemnly:
"Aliens have many appearances. They are somewhat like a hybrid of crabs and spiders. Some have heads as big as sponges filled with water but unable to be squeezed out, while others just have skulls that are a bit sharper than ours."

"But they all have one thing in common: a black line on the back of their heads."

Marx and Eng said in confusion:
"Line, what kind of line?"

The girl's expression turned to one of reminiscence:

"Although it's called a thread, I can't really tell if it's solid or liquid. It's a bit like the thick sauce you usually use when you eat. It's in a state where it's just been pulled up and hasn't broken off from the main body yet."

"And all these lines are connected to the sky."

Marx and Engels showed a curious expression:

"Heaven?"

Ning Changkong nodded:
"To be precise, it's outer space. If you look along those lines, you'll find that they all disappear into the direction of the sky's end, and no matter what instrument you use, you can't see their ends, as if they all have infinite length."

"But I believe that the other end of the line is these alien spaceships, and they are definitely using this line to maintain contact with their kind and constantly send back classified information about our planet."

"As for how ordinary people can distinguish them, I don't really have any good way. I can sense that these aliens have the same temperament, but I can't explain what it is."

"And I first learned they were aliens, and only after a long period of contact did I realize that this quality was widespread among these creatures. If you really want to know..."

"Well, if I had the chance, I could give you a complete list of aliens so you could make contact with them yourself, but right now I'm locked up here by them, and they've confiscated everything I own."

“My friends have all disappeared too, otherwise I could have sent you to find them.”

Marx and Engels suddenly asked with some curiosity:
"Aren't you afraid I might be a servant of aliens?"

Only then did the girl belatedly show a sympathetic look, raising her hand to pat Marne on the shoulder:

"Looks like there really is something wrong with your head. If you're an alien's servant, then I'll have to wonder if I'm an alien myself." Hearing this, Maren seized the opportunity to ask the question he'd just missed:

"What is my true nature in your eyes? Have you ever examined the difference between the image of me you have of me and the real me?"

Ning Changkong took half a step back and casually sized him up a few times:
"Here we go again? Okay, actually you're not much different from the real you, just a few years younger. But while you're still quite charming, you're not my type, and you're a bit too young for me..."

Faced with her sudden criticism, Mar and Eng interrupted her somewhat helplessly:
"I'm not asking about my appearance. Is there anything else that's more unique about me? For example, do I have any special organs or strange symbols on my body?"

The interrupted girl realized she had gone astray:
"Oh, yes, what's special about you is your clothes. You always wear this somewhat exquisite custom-made suit. Although it looks rather understated and not very formal, you might mistake it for casual wear if you don't look closely."

"But to be honest, it's a bit strange for you to wear clothes like this all the time. First of all, the size of these clothes is a bit too loose for you, as if you stole someone's clothes."

"Apart from that, the strange symbols on your back are worth noting."

"Control, exploit, destroy, that's what it means, right?"

Mar and Eng blinked:

"I do not know either."

The girl shrugged:

"That's all there is to it."

Marx and Eng then asked:

"Then how do you know I'm not an alien servant? Is it because you know me very well?"

The girl shook her head:

"If you know, you know. It's that simple."

This sounds like something a prophet would say, but it does absolutely nothing to help with the current situation.

Marx and Engels did not delve into the matter further, but instead asked:
"So what should we do next? Go and look for traces of aliens?"

But the girl looked somewhat angry upon hearing this:
"Don't talk about capturing aliens like it's child's play. Do you think I'm some kind of crazy lunatic? It seems you're more affected than I thought."

"You should rest and recover first. If I need help when I'm capturing aliens, I'll come looking for you. Until then, all you can do is prepare."

Upon hearing this, Mar and Eng realized their mistake in their attitude and then began to explain...

Boom, boom, boom.

The knocking interrupted him, and immediately came a thick, viscous sound from outside the door, like that of the deep sea:
"Marne, are you inside?"

Ma En looked around at the people, wanting to ask if they knew the guy outside, but before he could actually say anything, he noticed that the atmosphere was a bit off.

After a moment's hesitation, he finally asked:

Should we open the door?

Kania, who was instructing the others, turned around, looked at Ma En with some confusion, and then immediately put on a serious expression:
"Ma En, did you hear something again?"

(End of this chapter)