It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 600 Return
Pei Xianjue was surprised and turned to look at Huangfu Miaomiao.

“Meteor’s deck has an Omniscient Eye card, which is very powerful,” Huangfu Miaomiao said. “Within two meters, I can see the opponent’s cards, and if we touch their body, I can see the most memorable fragments of their memory.”

Upon hearing this, Baozi immediately said, "This is a good idea. If there really is a murderer using mind control skills, Miaomiao will definitely be able to find this person."

Pei Xianjue frowned and remained silent.

After thinking for a while, she shook her head. "Feng Ling emphasized that Miao Miao should be hidden well and that no one should know that Miao Miao is in the isolation area. Unless there is more concrete evidence pointing out that there are doubts about the case in the inpatient department, we should not let Miao Miao take risks."

Huangfu Miaomiao shrugged and turned back to sit on the sofa to watch cartoons.

Pei Xianjue didn't want her to go, so she didn't go. Having finally escaped, she really didn't want to get involved in any more trouble.

Baozi said, "Then I'll make time to go to the second inpatient department tomorrow, and I'll report back to you if there are any new developments."

"Okay, let's do it this way for now." Pei Xianjue nodded.

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The next day, Baozi took advantage of his lunch break to go to the second inpatient department.

His card ability is to sense emotions. Most of the time, he consciously shuts down his card ability to avoid being too affected by external emotions, because sensing emotions itself is draining on him.

Now that he's stepped into the inpatient ward, he's turned on the switch of his senses, and the various colors representing emotions immediately fill the surroundings: anxiety, panic, repression, fear, despair, pain, hatred...

Baozi felt a headache coming on.

The first floor contains functional rooms such as treatment rooms, pharmacies, and offices, while the second floor and above are all wards.

The situation on the second and third floors was relatively good. Both patients and volunteers were relatively calm, with only some mild anxiety.

However, starting from the fourth floor, the intense emotions escalated step by step, perhaps because the symptoms of infection became more and more severe for patients on the upper floors.

The patients on the tenth and eleventh floors were the most severely affected, having basically lost their minds, acting erratically, and exhibiting the most chaotic emotions.

The volunteer who jumped from the building used to work on the eighth floor, so Baozi focused his inspection on the eighth floor.

The nurse rushed past him, anxious and distressed; the patient pressed his deformed wound and wept softly, revealing his grief and sorrow.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, the seven emotions and six desires—everything remains the same.

You can't judge anything based on emotions alone. Some cold-blooded murderers can kill calmly, while others won't act easily even if they have overwhelming hatred. Therefore, if more clues are not found, the suicide incident cannot be investigated as a criminal case.

Baozi returned to the first floor, borrowed a meeting room, and personally met with Ling Feiran.

When Ling Feiran received the interview notice, she couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

She had only expressed some uneasy thoughts during the psychological counseling process, and she did not expect that someone from above would actually be sent to her.

Just now, Liu Wen and Zhao Xiaolei both asked her curiously why someone was investigating, and whether there was something hidden about the suicide incident.

Ling Feiran felt even more uneasy. She vaguely responded to Liu Wen and Zhao Xiaolei, then headed to the conference room, anxious and worried that her loose tongue might cause trouble for everyone.

When Baozi saw Ling Feiran, he asked about yesterday's events in a businesslike manner.

Ling Feiran then recounted the events following her fall from the building the previous day, including the unusual emotions she had sensed.

Baozi asked, "Could you tell me about your cards?" Ling Feiran hesitated for a moment before replying, "Ghost... and West Wind Demon."

Baozi said, "That's right. Demons are more sensitive to malice, but this trait usually has strict distance requirements. You have to be close to them to detect the malice they release. That's why you encountered this situation..."

He paused, pondered, and said, "It's probably because the emotions of those infected resonated with each other, and the malice increased greatly during the resonance process, so even though the floor was very high, you could still feel it."

Ling Feiran's heart skipped a beat, "What if they..."

"If they really dare to attack the volunteers, they will only bring about their own destruction," Baozi said seriously. "Our attack and defense departments are not just for show."

As he spoke, his expression softened, and he said to Ling Feiran in a deep voice, "However, these are just speculations for now. Before we find conclusive evidence, we should try not to make a fuss to avoid causing panic among the volunteers, which would also hinder our work. I hope you can understand."

To reassure Ling Feiran, Baozi continued, "My ability is to see emotions. I just inspected every floor. Poor living conditions and stressful environments always easily breed a lot of negative emotions. Some patients do have dissatisfaction and resentment towards us, but most patients are grateful to us. You can rest assured that I did not find any extreme hatred here."

Ling Feiran thought for a moment and tentatively asked him, "Then you can also see the volunteers' emotions?"

Baozi nodded slightly, "Yes, everyone is exhausted, and some are frustrated and resentful. Your workload is indeed very heavy. The medical department will be sending more people over soon..."

“That’s not what I meant,” Ling Feiran pursed her lips and said softly, “What I wanted to ask was… what kind of emotions do volunteers experience when they treat patients?”

Baozi paused slightly, "I feel a little frustrated, disheartened..."

"Is that all?" Ling Feiran asked. "Is there any sympathy? Pity, tenderness, or empathetic understanding? Is there any of that?"

“There are some…” Baozi recalled the colors she had just seen. To be honest, she did have some of those emotions, but not many.

It's not that the volunteers are cold-blooded, but the overwhelming workload leaves them no time to sympathize with the patients. Even going to the toilet becomes precious, so how can they have time to sympathize with others?

Ling Feiran said, "If there is no strong pity for the patients, why would the death of a patient cause a mental blow to the volunteers, to the point that they cannot think straight and choose to jump off a building? Even if a doctor fails to save his patient and falls into a low mood, it would not lead to suicide, would it?"

Baozi fell into deep thought upon hearing this. This matter did indeed seem a bit strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was unusual about it.

Seeing that Baozi remained silent, Ling Feiran assumed that her superior was dissatisfied with her and said awkwardly, "I didn't mean to cause trouble, but things are strange, so I couldn't help but ask a few more questions..."

Just then, a clear and melodious flute tune drifted into the room.

Baozi was stunned, then got up, opened the door, and listened for a moment. "It's coming from upstairs."

“There’s an infected person here named Amir who can play various musical instruments. I heard his card is ‘Musician,’ and music has a calming effect.” Ling Feiran paused for half a second, then cautiously asked Baozi, “Is there anything wrong with his music?”

Baozi shook his head. "The atmosphere around here is indeed gradually calming down. So far, we haven't found any negative impact from the music."

Ling Feiran breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Baozi turned to look at her. "Anyway, thank you for the information. I will arrange for people to reinvestigate the cause of the volunteer's fall."

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On the virtual screen, the notification icons for unread new messages kept flashing.

Amir sighed softly, put away his flute, raised his hand to open the message box, and a message popped up that had been copied and pasted at least twenty times:
[Witch: The meteor said you'd come back if I told you the plan was almost complete, damn it, hurry up and answer! The drunkard's back too!]

(End of this chapter)