People in Yu-Gi-Oh! The hyper-converged audience is also integrated

Chapter 303 The Perverted Audience (MD is online with a water machine!)

The room was deathly silent, except for the metallic eyeball rolling to the floor with a crisp "clink".

Li Guanqi and Zhang Zhiyu both gasped in shock, staring in horror at the spot where the nurse had just stood. It was now empty, as if erased by an eraser, with even the bloodstains gone.

"What...what's going on?" Zhang Zhiyu's voice trembled as she turned to Qi Mengsi.

The twelve hands share a common goal, but prefer to work alone. As a needle planted by the goddess, she is unaware of what the audience is up to.

Qi Mengsi remained expressionless, her eyes sweeping over the metal eyeball. She bent down to pick up the cold metal object, her tone flat: "The audience's needles really went in deep. I didn't expect even a nurse from room 505 to sneak in."

She played with the eyeball, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

The nurse's name was Ali. She had been following her for two years and always thought she was doing a good job with nothing unusual. Little did she know that even her informant was a ghost.

But she, who has been so cautious for the past two years, has just exposed such a big flaw.

Qi Mengsi paused, glanced at Li Guanqi, and fell into deeper thought.

A normal Ah Li would never say something so frivolous like, "Oh my, so you like this position?" or "Mr. Li, you're so cute." The audience's taste is too strong; have they been influenced by something?

Is it a coincidence? A hint of doubt flashed through her mind. It seemed that Li Guanqi was always present when there were unusual phenomena related to the audience.

"Did she just bump into you?" Qi Mengsi asked Li Guanqi, her eyes sharp.

Li Guanqi subconsciously touched the back of his neck, where a faint sensation seemed to linger. He answered honestly, with a hint of unease, "It seems... I touched my neck. What would happen if I were touched?"

This world is truly a murky place. A perfectly good nurse can suddenly become an enemy, disappear without a trace, leaving not even a trace of blood.

He finally understood why the survival rate in the medical department was so low.

The people around me are either undercover agents or ghosts; this work environment is too exciting.

"It's nothing." Qi Mengsi's tone was calm. "If you get bumped into, the 'audience' of the twelve-hour clock might enter your dream and talk to you once."

"Just ignore what she says. They're all crazy. Don't believe their nonsense."

She paused for a moment, then added, "If she challenges you to a duel in your dream, remember, don't accept."

"Uh, okay." Li Guanqi nodded blankly, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Entering a dream? And even a duel invitation? What kind of audience is this?

“He’s fine,” Zhang Zhiyu said, rubbing her forehead with a troubled expression, “but I’m definitely short a nurse, and room 505 is already short-staffed…”

"Aren't there six medical volunteers this year?" Qi Mengsi asked casually. "You can recruit one to help out."

As she spoke, she pointed at Li Guanqi and said, "He's one of them. Let him learn from you for a while."

"Huh? Him? You planted a bomb in 505?" Zhang Zhiyu was stunned and looked at Li Guanqi with a very complicated expression.

"Don't worry, Dr. Zhang, I can control my emotions." Li Guanqi quickly recovered, speaking calmly and trying to appear professional and reliable: "Please guide me in the future, Dr. Zhang."

“Okay, that’s settled.” Before anyone could object, Qi Mengsi took long strides, grabbed Li Guanqi’s wrist, and led him out of Lab 505.

The two arrived at a dark and long corridor.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air. Qi Mengsi took out two pieces of chewing gum from her uniform pocket, tore one open and put it in her mouth, and handed the other to Li Guanqi: "Chew it, don't swallow it."

Li Guanqi was taken aback, tore open the packaging with a puzzled look, and put the mint-flavored gum into his mouth.

The chewing gum crumbled between his teeth, sending a strong, cool sensation rushing to his head. Immediately afterward, a clear, cold female voice rang out in his mind.

"Can you hear me? I am the Twin Flowers."

Li Guanqi's pupils constricted sharply as he looked at Qi Mengsi in shock. This chewing gum... is it really that high-tech?! Direct brain communication?

“That’s right, high-tech.” Qi Mengsi’s voice responded in his mind, her face expressionless.

The two walked side by side in the corridor aimlessly, seemingly ordinary, but their communication was secretive and rapid.

"Listen carefully to what I'm about to say," Qi Mengsi said, her voice tinged with seriousness.

"Hmm." Li Guanqi's heart also tightened.

“The audience has a very strong sexual reaction to you,” Qi Mengsi suddenly blurted out.

"Cough cough!" Li Guanqi was really choked by the chewing gum, and he bent over and coughed violently. After he finally caught his breath, he struggled to reply in his mind: "You...you continue."

“The nurse Ali, who was just removed, has been with me for two years. She is usually very loyal and there has been nothing unusual about her,” Qi Mengsi said calmly. “When she took me into room 505, she was acting as usual.”

"It wasn't until Dr. Zhang played that video that she started to act strangely; her breathing became rapid, her heart beat faster, and her face flushed."

"A standard female sexual arousal response."

"This...this shouldn't be considered abnormal, right?" Li Guanqi tried to explain, his voice a little weak. "It's normal to have some reaction after watching those kinds of films. Everyone's body is different. Don't blame the nurse if you can't handle it..."

“That’s what I thought at first too,” Qi Mengsi said calmly. “But she kept staring at you, and under the influence of the film, she almost couldn’t control her desires.”

"Didn't you notice her unusual reaction and overflowing possessiveness when Dr. Zhang suggested that you find an intimate partner?"

"This—" Li Guanqi blushed and his mind went blank. A thought suddenly popped into his head, making him extremely embarrassed, "So...so it wasn't you."

He had always thought that the chilling aura behind him was coming from Qi Mengsi, but he never expected it to be from the nurse.

"What does it have to do with me if you find an intimate partner?" Qi Mengsi retorted, her tone slightly strange. She quickly changed the subject: "Never mind, that's not the point."

"The important thing is that, through this incident, I've gained some insight into your situation."

"My main contact point is the audience member. I've clashed with her many times, and the audience clearly pays special attention to you. Even in the last Slit-Mouthed Woman incident, there was an element of the audience's intervention. This shows—"

She paused for a moment, and Li Guanqi subconsciously held his breath.

"You really are my informant," Qi Mengsi concluded, and began to imagine the rest.

"When you were following the audience, she caught you, but she fell in love with you. However, you are on opposing sides. She couldn't bear to kill you, but she didn't want to let you go easily either, so she erased part of your memory, but she has been watching you silently all along."

"You charmed a clock and dumped her, tsk tsk, you're quite the character now, what a remarkable romance story."

"Therefore, you can match my code, but you can't remember many things. Your symbiotic card remembers, and you gain a lot of spiritual amplification."

Qi Mengsi paused for a moment, as if waiting for his reaction: "What do you think of my reasoning?"

“Perfect.” Li Guanqi readily accepted the roles of “informant” and “audience lover” without the slightest hesitation.

The story sounds a bit cliché, but when you think about it, it's actually pretty damn reasonable, at least better than what he made up himself.

He rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment, and muttered to himself, "By the way, what exactly are those ghosts? How did they just disappear like that? And how did you identify them? You can't just stab every suspicious thing you see, can you? What if you stab the wrong one?"

“Ghosts are illusions created by the audience, only they are realistic enough.” Qi Mengsi played with the metal eyeball, her fingertips lightly tracing its surface, her voice calm and even. “As long as there is one person who absolutely believes that this thing does not exist, it will disappear.”

"Absolutely believe?"

"No, but in a natural state we can't be absolutely certain. We need 'evidence' to support our beliefs. For example, the nurse Ali just now. If I didn't have any evidence, no matter how much I mentally suggested that she was a figment of my imagination, she wouldn't disappear." "But she just exhibited a series of abnormalities, such as sudden provocation and sexual arousal, suddenly reaching out to you, waving a knife at me, and roaring angrily."

"These anomalies will serve as evidence to convince me that she is a figment of my imagination."

"So when she swung her knife at me, I couldn't dodge. If I did dodge, I was absolutely convinced that the collapse would happen and she wouldn't disappear."

Li Guanqi gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine: "Wow—what if, I mean what if, she's not some figment of imagination? Wouldn't you have been stabbed for nothing?"

“I might be happier if I were to take this blow,” Qi Mengsi sighed softly. “At least that way, it would prove that Ali…did not betray me.”

She turned her head, her gaze falling on Li Guanqi. A hint of a smile flashed in her cool eyes, exuding charm: "From now on, it's up to you."

"Look at me?" Li Guanqi looked completely bewildered. "What can I do? I'm not as perceptive as you, and I certainly wouldn't dare to stab someone in the back."

“But you,” Qi Mengsi drawled, her smile deepening, “you have a special radar for ‘audiences,’ or rather, for female ‘idols.’ You have a fatal attraction for them.”

She looked Li Guanqi up and down with great interest, as if admiring a rare treasure. "Think carefully, is there any girl around you who has shown you a particularly obvious... attraction to the opposite sex? The kind of liking that can't be hidden."

"You must have noticed it too, but you just don't want to admit it, or you don't dare to think about it in detail."

"You mean Tang—" Li Guanqi's eyes widened suddenly as that charming figure flashed into his mind. He instinctively wanted to refute, "No, no, she... she doesn't seem like it. She's usually quite normal..."

Before he could even recover from this startling guess, Qi Mengsi dropped another bombshell: "Besides her, there's another person you need to be especially careful about."

"Who?"

“Zhang Zhiyu, Dr. Zhang.”

"No way!" Li Guanqi exclaimed in his mind, his voice distorted. "Dr. Zhang is fake too? Is there not a single normal person left in this Soul-Binding Division? I'm going crazy!"

“Dr. Zhang’s condition is not yet fully certain.” Qi Mengsi’s expression also became more serious. “However, recently, the 505 research labs of various departments have been attacked by terrorists of varying degrees. In the Shenwu Department alone, there have been three attacks, and Dr. Zhang has survived all three attacks unharmed.”

Li Guanqi's lips twitched: "Just because someone was lucky enough to survive, you suspect they were a mole? Isn't that logic a bit... too hasty?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it," Qi Mengsi shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. "Anyway, you should follow up and observe for a while."

"I'm just an intern, I have no power or influence, how am I supposed to follow up?" Li Guanqi spread his hands, looking helpless.

Qi Mengsi curled her lips: "After tonight, you'll be more than just an intern. When we get back, I'll help you register your Dark Division permissions."

Looking at Li Guanqi's surprised face, she continued, "Within the administrative system of the Bureau of Spirit Control, you can choose not to obey any other person's orders, except for the direct orders of the Director."

"When carrying out the tasks I assign, no matter how big a mess you make, I can take the blame for you. You don't need to have any worries. Our direct superior is the highest authority of the Spirit Control Division—the King."

“Wang Shou…” Li Guanqi murmured, repeating the phrase.

“Alright,” Qi Mengsi patted his shoulder, her movements swift and decisive, “After you take a nap, a new token will appear on your supercomputing ring, with an icon that is a twin flower of intertwined red and blue.”

"In the future, if you encounter personnel or machines from the Soul Reaper's Division blocking your way during missions, just show this icon."

Li Guanqi looked at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I might be just another needle in a haystack?"

The two had unknowingly walked to the outside of the medical building. Qi Mengsi looked up at the sky, but it was dark and she couldn't see clearly.

With a hint of indescribable melancholy, she sighed softly, "It doesn't matter anymore. There's so much pretense anyway, one more person won't make a difference."

She paused, then changed the subject, her tone becoming serious again: "And—be careful of tonight's dream. Do not accept any duel invitations. In the dream, you can't beat the 'audience.' She can 'imagine' your hand, graveyard, and deck at will."

"Then... what will happen if we lose?" Li Guanqi was taken aback, and an ominous premonition arose within him.

Qi Mengsi glanced at him and asked casually, "Do you know what 'yandere' means?"

"I know a little." Li Guanqi raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat. "Could it be—"

“It’s that ‘could it be’,” Qi Mengsi’s voice deepened, carrying a hint of coldness. “In a dream, you fight against the ‘audience.’ If you lose, you will be trapped in the dream she has woven forever.”

"And her attitude towards you was like that... like that."

"You know what I mean."

Li Guanqi was sweating profusely. This "audience" was too cruel!
What kind of ultimate dark game is this?
If you lose the duel, you'll be trapped in her dream forever, forever becoming her "Star Fury"?
“But,” he sighed, pressing on, “how can I be aware that I’m dreaming? What if I agree without even realizing it?”

Qi Mengsi frowned, a troubled look on her face: "This... is indeed quite troublesome, you'll have to rely on yourself."

"You can pay attention to any illogical details in your dreams to make inferences, or you can give yourself strong psychological suggestions before going to sleep, constantly telling yourself, 'Don't fight, never fight...'"

She sighed, "The dream incision that Ali planted in you can only last for one dream. As long as you can get through tonight safely, everything will be fine." There was a hint of self-blame in her voice, "It's my fault, I was a step too slow."

"I just can't believe that Ali... would betray me."

"Alright, alright." Li Guanqi took a deep breath and nodded solemnly. "I'll do my best."

Late at night, Li Guanqi dragged his tired body back to the dormitory. The dormitory was dimly lit. Xia Sheng was lying on the bed reading a book, fiddling with some kind of instrument. When he saw Li Guanqi come in, he raised his head slightly, then lowered his head back to read.

Yu Wancha, wearing a helmet, fought in the metaverse, punching and kicking as he fought, shouting passionately, "Rank, UP!"

"XYZ conversion!"

The others were exhausted, yawning and preparing to go to sleep.

Li Guanqi climbed into bed, straightened the bedding, closed his eyes, and began frantically giving himself mental suggestions: "No duel, no duel! I'll fight anyone who asks me to duel, I'd rather die than duel..."

He kept muttering to himself until his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

The lights were turned off, the power was cut off, and the surroundings gradually quieted down. The chirping of insects outside the dormitory window also gradually faded away.

The world was plunged into deep darkness.

"Ring—ring—ring—"

A sharp, piercing ringtone rang in his ears, and Li Guanqi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly in bed.

It was already daylight, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The dormitory was still the same dormitory, with the bed, desk, and wardrobe just as he had before he went to sleep.

"Ouch—my back!" My roommate in the next bed cried out, grimacing and rubbing his lower back. "Yesterday's training intensity was insane! The aftereffects are amazing!"

"I feel like I'm going to fall apart after three months of this!" another roommate groaned as he stretched his stiff neck.

Xia Sheng and Yu Wancha were not significantly affected by the training experience and remained calm.

"Hiss—" Li Guanqi moved his body, and a strong soreness came from his limbs, especially the muscles in his thighs and arms, which were sore and swollen, as if they were filled with lead.

Yesterday's training intensity was truly extraordinary.

Li Guanqi frowned. He tried to recall yesterday's training content, but could only remember a three-kilometer cross-country run with a ten-kilogram weight.

(End of this chapter)