death of hope

Chapter 1001 "Psionic Storm" (75) The Director's Instructions
"What... just happened?"

"It's nothing... Well... it's getting late, let's go back to the hospital, don't delay your treatment."

"Hmm~ Thank you Tetsuya-kun for showing me around the temple fair!"

Yuna's smiling face made him feel so ashamed that he didn't dare to look her in the eye.

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To avoid being followed, Li Ang paid the driver five times the usual rate and made a series of demands.
The driver, clutching the banknotes, grinned with his big yellow teeth, his forehead wrinkles crinkling with laughter.
"Thank you, boss! My kid's birthday present is sorted!"

The taxi with its lights off circled back and forth in the Shangcheng District, only heading out of the city to the development zone after confirming it was safe to do so.

It was late at night when they returned to the Psionic Research Institute.

Li Ang will place Nai An (confined) in the isolation ward of area B14, inject her with sedatives, watch her fall into a deep sleep, entrust her to his colleagues on the night shift, and make do with the night on the sofa in the rest room.

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The next day, Li Ang knocked on the director's office door and recounted his experience at the temple fair the previous night in detail.
Joseph praised him for his carefulness, and the old man searched for relevant information on the computer, pondering for a long time while resting his chin on his hand on the screen:

“Several of these strange churches pop up in this city every year.”
This "Star Mystic Cult" was designated a cult by the Federation years ago and should have been banned long ago, yet they are allowed to roam freely...

"Hmph, the federal agents are incompetent, and the police department is a bunch of good-for-nothings, letting these lunatics cause trouble everywhere. Honestly, the tax money is better spent feeding pigs." Joseph's disappointment with the Terra Federation government was palpable.

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“Indeed, the security situation in Shin-Sapporo is getting worse and worse,” Leon nodded and continued:
"Last night, if the gangsters on that street hadn't intervened, I probably would have drawn my gun and killed all those cult members myself."

Those guys were really weird; the leader called Zero "Saintess" and mumbled a bunch of incomprehensible scriptures.

“It’s called a cult precisely because it’s so bizarre,” Joseph seemed to remember something, snapped his fingers, and raised an eyebrow:
“I remember now, the ‘Star Mystic Cult’… those lunatics have a grudge against our institute.”

"Huh? Is that so?"

"Those lunatics seem very interested in psionicists, but not for academic research; they have other ulterior motives."
Xiao Li, before you started working here, our institute's test subject number 40 escaped during transport. The corporate soldiers followed the tracker signal and tracked him to a cult meeting place hidden in a dark alley, where they found the charred body of subject number 40, bound to a cross.
I was away on a business trip at the time, but later I saw photos of the scene. There was a twelve-pointed star drawn on the ground, along with tallow candles and bronze coins, suggesting that some strange ritual was taking place.

In the center of the assembly hall was a stone shrine, inside which was enshrined a grotesque and disgusting statue of an evil god.
In short, the Star Mystic Cult is a bunch of superstitious, incurable lunatics.

You might expend a lot of effort to eliminate one, only to have three or four more pop up the next day. After all, there are plenty of illiterate people in this city, and those idiots who would rather read heretical texts than memorize the multiplication table.
Spending real money and company resources to wipe them out is a complete waste. Let those fat cops who eat donuts and can barely walk worry about them.

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After saying this, Joseph looked relaxed, seemingly not taking it seriously.

Li Ang was very worried after hearing this, especially the part about burning at the stake, which made him uneasy.

He also dreamed that Yuna would survive the experiment, marry him, and that he would inherit the family business, making her the Countess of Vilnius…

Such unrealistic fantasies, over time, can develop into a pathological way of thinking.

(She's mine... No one in this world has the right to hurt her... except me...)
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Joseph noticed Leon's dark circles and the bloodshot in his pupils:
"Good job, young man. You're getting a day off. Go home and rest." "Thank you, Chief. I'm perfectly sober...it was just a suggestion..."

Just to be on the safe side, we won't let Zero out anytime soon, in case those lunatics...

"Change the plan? No, no, no, that won't do!" Before Leon could finish speaking, Joseph interrupted decisively, refusing the offer.

"The recent experiments have gone exceptionally smoothly, with complete data extracted each time. There have been no accidents for the past few months, unlike in the past when several people would die every now and then."
The researchers on the project team no longer have to work with trepidation, and their research efficiency has greatly improved. The relationship between psionic energy and brain neurons has entered the demonstration stage, and the large model for AI-assisted computation is becoming more and more perfect.

Last week at the high-level online meeting, I presented a PowerPoint presentation that silenced all the skeptics. I no longer have to be scolded, and I can finally hold my head high in meetings. I have regained the trust of the board of directors, and the head of the family said that he will continue to allocate funds to the research institute.

All of this is thanks to the solution you proposed, Xiao Li; your reasoning is absolutely correct.

By restoring some of Zero's cognitive abilities, taking her back to her past life scenes, providing emotional support, stimulating the brain to release dopamine, and maintaining an optimistic mood, the accident of a mental breakdown and psionic rampage can be prevented.

Your medication dosage was just right, limiting her brain's compensatory functions, allowing her to remember some things without completely recalling them, thus ensuring a stable output of her excessively abundant spiritual energy.
Everything was so perfect, there was no need for any change.

I'm not suggesting, I'm ordering you, Xiao Li.
You must maintain this deception and continue playing the role of this silly girl's boyfriend.
Keep her mental state and her psychic energy stable. Only you can do that, kid.
After knowing each other for so long, you should understand that what I want is not wealth, but something else, a higher pursuit.”

Dr. Joseph smiled and waited for the other to finish his sentence, and Leon's reply did not disappoint him:

"The Nobel Prize in Psionics—no Terran human has ever received this honor before… You will become a founder of the discipline, your name etched in history."

Don't worry, I will play my part well and help you succeed...

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As the secretary left the director's office, she saw Joseph and Leon shake hands and embrace warmly.

Everyone knew the old man had a terrible temper; few people could enter his office without getting yelled at, and broken teacups were often swept out of his office.

This newbie, who had just joined the company, had been promoted and received a raise in quick succession, with all his expenses fully reimbursed. He had become the director's favorite, and anyone with even a little bit of workplace knowledge was trying to curry favor with him.

The female secretary fawned over Li Ang, praising his elegant demeanor and aristocratic air, and even deliberately tugged at her skirt to flaunt her figure. Li Ang merely responded politely with a cold face.
Just a few months ago, this female secretary spoke ill of him, saying that he was a homeless man picked up by the director, a lowly illegitimate child, and like the previous psionic safety officer, he would die in an accident sooner or later.

In such a short time, the secretary completely changed her attitude, acting as if she couldn't wait to marry him. The entire workplace is filled with people like this, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.

Leon Vilnius, though young, has experienced more than most people's entire lives, witnessing the vicissitudes of human existence.

(They are all sycophants, who despise the poor and love the rich.)
Yuna, Yuna, the more I experience, the more I understand how precious you are.
There is no girl as innocent, kind, and good as you... who embodies all the beauty and gentleness in this world...

If only we could have met in some other way...