Life Dungeon Game

"Of course, at that time I still didn't suspect you."

He Ao stopped and looked at the ordinary-looking, unusually kind psychologist in front of him. "Until I followed the vehicle from the Second Laboratory to this area and saw the familiar Wellme Vettland Hospital."

"I think you should remember that when I first came to visit you, I failed several times."

"certainly,"

Wells also looked at Heo,

“Many people come to me for consultation, and I can’t possibly open a special green channel for you. Although I really want to go directly to ‘treat’ your mother, I can’t make it so obvious. The more difficult the road to medical treatment is, the more you will feel that this doctor is someone you ‘begged’ for, rather than someone who came to you with ulterior motives.”

"Yes, you're very good at manipulating people's hearts."

He Ao turned his head to look at the night sky beside him. From where he was standing, he could see the small building where the second laboratory was located. "And he also has a strong desire for control. He won't let important things get too far away from him."

Wells also looked at the small building and fell silent.

Jess's repeated setbacks in seeking medical help left a deep impression on him, and also made him very fond of 'Dr. Wells' here.

When Dr. Wells's memories surfaced in He's mind, he immediately realized something was wrong.

Although he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong, he could sense that something was amiss.

Strictly speaking, when rational, Heo's intuition is far superior to Jess's, and his perception of hidden forces is also much more acute.

After realizing there might be a problem, Heo began to take stock of the memories in his mind.

Although he couldn't directly perceive the problem through his memories, he could...

Through the power of hyperremembering, all memories are etched into the mind, and then, like turning the pages of a book, one can peruse these memories 'page by page' from an observer's perspective.

Eleven years have passed, and Jess has many vague scenes in his memory. However, Heo is not clear about the actual problem. Hyperthymesia cannot remember vague scenes, so Heo can only keep recalling, judging, and sorting them out.

Although looking back now, the clues to identify the mysterious person were simple and the whole process was easy.

However, He Ao spent a great deal of effort in finding these crucial clues, during which time he also inscribed the magic circle on the wooden box and made other preparations.

To eliminate the interference of Wells's thinking, he repeatedly compared and contrasted the memories, a process that continued until this morning.

Only after confirming that Dr. Wells was very likely the one who took the hard drive and manuscript, and that he had used the same power as the mysterious man to interfere with Jess and the others' thinking, did he dare to roughly determine Wells's identity.

Of course, he also consulted some other materials.

For example, Wells's Institute of Psychology did not have many academic achievements, but it occupied the top three floors of the most important research building of the Wells Medical Foundation, which proved that Wells himself had a high status in the Wells Medical Foundation.

For example, the research building that was suddenly 'upgraded' in the last few days.

Based on this information, He Ao was finally able to identify the mysterious person, pinpoint their location, and arrive at the research building.

Although Heo had long suspected that Dr. Wells was the mysterious man, at that time his suspicions were not enough to support his decision.

After all, he doesn't have much time to act. If he misjudges and goes to the wrong place, all his efforts will be in vain.

Even so, Heo was not entirely certain that Wells was the Mystic, and his choice still had an element of gambling.

And as it turned out, his choice was correct.

“Jace, you are indeed very clever. You were able to identify me based on such trivial, even highly suspicious, details from eleven years ago.”

Wells turned his gaze to Heo, "Although I've always trusted your intellect, this time, I'm still amazed by your wisdom. If I had given you a little more time, I would most likely have failed this time."

"I think it's too early to draw conclusions now,"

He ignored Wells's praise. He was now very close to Wells, staring at him coldly. "Actually, I also have a question for you. Was my mother's initial mental problems really caused by the shock of my father's death?"

“I have already answered this question for you,” Wells said calmly, looking at Heo. “Your mother is a very optimistic and cheerful person, and a mentally healthy person does not need a psychologist.”

Therefore, we need to use supernatural powers to drive her insane first, so that we can legitimately approach her as Dr. Wells and lower her guard.

The election countdown on the building below is moving towards 00:02:47.

He Ao took a deep breath. "Was my mother's suicide really suicide?"

She is indeed self-

kill,"

Wells looked slightly regretful, as if lost in some kind of memory.

"She is as smart as you, and has a strong will. She sensed that I was trying to control her and pry into her memories. In fact, her unfinished manuscript already contains her speculation about my identity."

"Unfortunately, she is not a powerful superhuman, and she cannot withstand my power."

"Finally, before I could fully explore all her memories, she took advantage of my absence and, with her last bit of willpower, plunged the pen into her throat."

His gaze returned to He'ao's cheek. "She was smart. She knew she couldn't resist my power, and neither could you. So she proved one thing to me with her death: if I continued to try to control you by force, I might end up with the same result. This forced me to temporarily abandon my plan to directly control you."

Realizing that the enemy was unstoppable, Jess's mother sacrificed her life to prevent Wells from taking further action against Jess.

That's why in that final letter, she advised Jess to abandon the investigation and not get involved in the matter any further.

This was the last thing she could do for her child.

"last question,"

Heo raised the bone axe and calmly looked at Wells in front of him. "Are you human?"

"of course."

Wells reached his arm behind him.

"Actually, before this, I always hoped that you weren't human."

He Ao activated his super memory, jumped to the right, and hurled the bone axe in his hand.

The sharp axe blade sliced ​​through the air, but it wasn't heading towards Wells; instead, it flew towards the area behind Wells, which had been concealed by him.

In that instant, Wells suddenly turned to the side, his sturdy bone armor covering his body, forcefully blocking the bone axe that Heo had thrown. Then he grabbed something behind him and jumped to the other side, increasing the distance between himself and Heo.

At that moment, He Ao also saw clearly the object that Wells had been hiding behind him.

It was a small, cylindrical workbench covered with purple patterns, but those patterns no longer shimmered.

In the very center of this pattern, on the workbench surface, stands an empty test tube rack.

He Ao's gaze shifted to Wells, who had already retreated some distance. In Wells' hand, a test tube containing a purple potion was being held tightly.

The potion shimmered with a faint purple glow.

He Ao focused his divine sense on the potion, but even under his divine sense, the potion's power was unstable and could easily go out of control.

The original stabilizing agents were the nineteen researchers below, but now some of them are dead, and some have been rescued by He Ao, so they can no longer provide the 'ingredients' to maintain the stability of the agents.

Although the mysterious figure seemed to have prepared a backup plan and managed to maintain the stability of the drug for a short period of time, according to He Ao's understanding of gene drugs, this level of gene drug was still a semi-finished product.

A half-finished product that barely reaches grade B did not meet the requirements originally designed by Wells.

"Is this what you wanted?"

He Ao retracted the bone axe, the hard handle striking his palm with a dull thud.

There is one minute left until the end of the election.

He Ao's gaze swept around, and under the dim night sky, people's surging thoughts were being pushed to an extreme.

A vast mind is like an endless sea, and these surging thoughts are like huge waves surging out of the ocean.

Heo stared at Wells. "It seems this is a 'ritual',"

“You know a little more than I thought, but to be precise, this is a ‘welcome’,”

Wells corrected Heo's words, a twisted fanaticism appearing on his indifferent face, "A 'welcome ceremony' prepared for the return of a great being to this world."

"Where did you come from?"

He Ao reached out and grasped the wooden box on his back. "I think this world is already crowded enough."

Chapter 598 The Shadow Under the Night in Vitland (Two Chapters Combined into One)

Throat lozenges.

Hesy opened her hand and handed the candy wrapped in silver plastic to DeSanke in front of her.

A silent wind swept through the empty venue; the speech had long since ended.

"Thanks,"

DeSanker gave a hoarse thank you, picked up the candy, peeled it open, and popped it into his mouth. He looked up, his gaze fixed on a huge advertising screen not far away, which displayed a countdown to the midterm elections.

There are several such countdown screens on this street.

"I remember there were always screens displaying countdowns during elections. Was this the work of some conglomerate?"

Hesy moved a stool and sat down next to DeSanchez.

“A media company,”

DeSanker slowly replied, "Vitland Entertainment Media, this is one of their marketing methods. They are very good at marketing, and the prices are not high. My initial campaign plan, including the group building and private traffic pool solutions that I am still using, were provided by them."

Hai Xi looked up and stared at the huge advertising screen, watching the massive countdown.

A silent tremor ran through the depths of her soul, leaving her vaguely uneasy.

In the sky, there seemed to be hazy clouds swirling around.

-

“Jayce, you need to understand,”

Wells, holding the gene serum, stood in the howling wind, arms outstretched, "We are all ants, but ants cannot stop the footsteps of great beings."

"But it seems that your great being needs the help of an ant like you,"

He Ao pulled out the wooden box from behind his back without expression. "I wonder if it's because he's not great enough."

Wells' expression froze.

In the silent stillness, a torrent of thoughts, like waves that could easily tear apart a giant ship, swept across He's soul.

A hazy, ethereal mist, accompanied by a howling cold wind, swept across He Ao's face.

This surging tide of thoughts seems to overflow from the depths of people's minds, coalescing into a tangible reality that can be discerned.

Now, even those with a slightly higher level of inspiration can feel this illusory ocean tide.

He Ao activated his super memory, stood atop the towering building, and looked around.