Alien Hotel.

Chapter 521 The Inn's Post-War Retrospective

After passing through the corridor of the medical area, in a ward under the close guard of Secret Service agents, Yu Sheng finally met the "black spot soldier" who had been captured by Luna.

The other person had been stripped of all equipment and was now lying stiffly on the bed wearing only a strange orange "protective suit." The suit was thick and complex in structure, seemingly equipped with a vital signs monitoring device, and had several restraint buckles securing it to the bed. In addition, two Secret Service agents wearing heavy power armor stood on either side of the bed, their physiques resembling those of Space Marines—but their insignia indicated that they were doctors…

Behind the hospital bed was a wide window, outside which was a chaotic scene of another dimension. The two alien creatures that had just been killed in the corridor were now floating past the window, spinning around. Between their shattered shells was frozen blue-purple fluid, and their blood was congealed in the universe like flowers.

A pure white and empty ward, heavy and restrictive hospital gowns, doctors wearing power armor, and an alien floating past the window, killed by security guards—it all seemed like a scene of harmonious doctor-patient relations.

Yu Sheng followed Baili Qing forward, his gaze falling on the face of the "black dot soldier," and then he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"An elf?" he muttered subconsciously.

The person lying on the bed had his helmet and mask removed, revealing a head of dazzling golden short hair. Beneath that golden hair was an exceptionally handsome face. It was clearly male, but it could almost be described as "beautiful." A pair of very striking pointed ears peeked out from under his hair, just like the "elves" that Yu Sheng knew!
Besides that, what's even more striking is the other's eyes—this "black dot soldier" has golden pupils that are distinctly different from those of humans, and tiny golden dots are distributed around the pupils, making it look...like a starry sky.

This appearance greatly surprised Yu Sheng.

After all, he found it hard to connect the "elf" with an alien wearing a powered combat suit, wielding a particle rifle, and firing at him through a spatial portal...

However, his surprise was only momentary, because he quickly thought of the immortals of Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain who flew their spaceships to the solar orbit to bathe in the spiritual energy of stars and comprehend the great Dao of the universe...

Well, this world is full of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

“They are Algladians. This is probably the first time you’ve seen them,” Baili Qing’s voice came from the side. “If we classify them according to the existing categories of intelligent races, they are indeed a branch of ‘elves/elves’. ‘Star-shaped pupils’ are their typical feature. Unlike the Terra elves, the Algladians do not have the ability of natural affinity or life affinity. Instead, they have many wonderful… talents in the field of space.”

At the same time, the "Algred elf" lying on the hospital bed also raised its head and looked in the direction from which the conversation was coming from.

The next second, Yu Sheng saw the "elf's" pupils shrink sharply, even the tiny golden specks of light, like stars, seemed to disappear into his pupils—he stared intently at Baili Qing standing beside him, his whole body visibly tense, and after a few seconds he finally managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat: "...The evil spirit of the border region!"

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Baili Qing: "...You have such a big reputation outside?"

Even Baili Qing herself had a slightly subtle change in expression. She turned her head slightly and said, "I've only dealt with the Black Dot Group a few times..."

Yu Sheng immediately became curious about the "several interactions" Baili Qing mentioned, but he didn't press for details. Instead, he quickly focused his attention on the soldier with the black dot who was clearly nervous: "Do you remember my face?"

The soldier with the black dot glanced at Yu Sheng, Baili Qing, and Luna not far away several times. He quickly calmed down and sighed softly, "Of course I remember. You were standing on the other side of the rift, and there was a group of... strange people next to you. I didn't even understand what was going on before I passed out."

Yu Sheng raised an eyebrow, realizing that the other party's "cooperation" was beyond his expectations—the "atmosphere" wasn't this good when he interrogated those angel cultists and hermits before.

He was puzzled for a moment, but before he could ask, he saw the soldier on the bed sigh again, looking distressed: "I'm just a guard who was temporarily transferred to the scene, and I'm only a D-level contract soldier. I don't know anything about arresting me... You might as well arrest our lab director."

Yu Sheng: "...Lab Director?"

"She was the head of the entire facility, named Lovell. She made everyone call her 'boss.' She was standing in the control area at the time... Oh, you probably couldn't see her from the perspective on the other side of the rift."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He suddenly realized that the Algerian man in front of him, who seemed to be answering questions smoothly and cooperating well, might be another kind of difficult interrogation subject. If he was a tough nut to crack, he might be even more difficult to deal with than those stubborn cultists.

Because he can answer every question or give random answers—this guy in front of me is definitely trained! Without some professional interrogation skills, this guy could probably maintain a high-intensity fabrication 24/7…

Of course, this soldier with the black dot should have known that he had no hope of escaping from the Secret Service headquarters, and that no one could possibly sneak in to rescue him. His rambling answers were clearly just a way to buy some time—perhaps to divert the Secret Service's attention, perhaps to give the people in that lab enough time to move the data, or perhaps to let some traces left by the rift dissipate naturally...

Often, the purpose is simply to procrastinate.

But Yu Sheng didn't have that much time and energy to engage in this kind of back-and-forth verbal battle with a professional soldier who was trained in counter-interrogation and gave nonsensical answers.

He looked up at Baili Qing: "I'm afraid we'll need an expert, someone who knows how to restore great memories."

“I handle this personally; restoring certain people’s memories is my specialty,” Baili Qing replied expressionlessly. “But it may take a while—just go back and wait for my news.”

“Alright, I’ll leave this to you,” Yu Sheng nodded, then sighed and casually opened a door beside him. “I’ll go back and get Eileen’s arm set. Luna, let’s go home.”

As he spoke, he turned back and glanced at the Algerian man lying on the hospital bed.

The "elf" was firmly strapped to the bed in a straitjacket, only his head able to move. He still looked distressed, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the door leading to No. 66 Wutong Road, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Baili Qing walked over, blocking his gaze from Yu Sheng's view of the door.

“Well then, it’s time for the next course of treatment,” she said slowly.

……

At No. 66 Wutong Road, on the "alchemy table" in the attic, Eileen was sitting obediently on a stack of books, stretching out her arms for Yu Sheng to see.

The slender doll's arms were covered with cracks of all sizes, looking pitiful and wretched—the result of her trying to use her own strength to forcefully hold up the collapsing spatial passage.

Luna was holding a bowl of lotus root starch and stirring it slowly, while Huli was next to Luna, craning his neck and looking at her expectantly.

Actually, the fox girl was initially in charge of preparing the lotus root starch, but she couldn't control herself as she ate and stirred it. Luna couldn't stand it anymore and took over the job.

"If only I had reacted faster back then," Yu Sheng muttered as he examined the wound on the little doll's arm. "I should have just rushed to the other side of the rift and marked it. Even if they closed the passage, I wouldn't have been afraid; I could have just opened the door and gone over again..."

“You have a good idea,” Eileen glanced at him. “With that level of firepower on the other side, you wouldn’t have been able to run two steps before you were dead halfway there—do you think everyone can dodge bullets like a C-shaped button?”

Yu Sheng thought for a moment: "If I run fast enough, maybe even if I die, I can use the momentum to throw my body to the other side?"

Eileen: "It's still not working. The distance is too far, and there are so many people blocking the way. Besides, the passage only takes a few seconds to close and collapse, which isn't enough time for you to speed up."

Yu Sheng: "...Then we should have Hu Li launch me over there with his tail. After I explode there, I'll be covered in ash, and the effect might even be better if I spread it evenly."

Eileen: "This idea seems promising!"

Yu Sheng clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling something was off: "Isn't our post-battle debriefing a little bit abnormal?"

The little doll immediately widened its eyes: "Wasn't it you who started it first!"

Yu Sheng laughed, took the bowl of lotus root starch from Luna's hand, and started scraping putty on the little lotus root again while muttering, "Don't talk about whoever you are, look at your miserable state - the repaired one has cracked again."

"Hee hee~"

Yu Sheng was already used to the doll's heartless and shameless state.

The doll's arm was healing little by little, while the fox's tail swayed in the corner of his eye. Yu Sheng turned his head and glanced at the nine-tailed fox: "We'll eat it later. This time, Eileen's arm is more severely cracked than last time. We need to fix it for her first."

“Yes, I know,” Hu Li nodded vigorously, wiped her drool, and then looked at the crack on Eileen’s arm in thought. She seemed to be pondering something when she suddenly spoke quite seriously, “My benefactor, I’m curious about something…”

"explain."

Hu Li said with a serious face: "You know, slurp... if we stuff meat into Eileen's arm now, wouldn't she... slurp, wouldn't she be considered a kind of lotus root sandwich... slurp."

The attic fell silent for a moment, about four or five seconds, before Eileen jumped up from a stack of books: "You silly fox!"

Yu Sheng quickly pressed the furious little doll down: "Sit down! Sit down! It's not fixed yet, it's still soft... Ouch! It's cracked! It's cracked again!"

"Ouch, it's cracked again! You silly fox, you owe me..."

"My benefactor! I want to eat lotus root sandwiches for lunch tomorrow!"

"This is not the time to talk about this... Eileen, sit back down!"

The attic suddenly became unusually lively, but Luna silently took a few steps back – the elegant saintess stood in a secluded corner and began uploading videos to the database of the Otherworld Hotel.

8K high definition.

Today, No. 66 Wutong Road is as peaceful as ever.

(End of this chapter)