Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"If you have to blame someone, blame the Twin Queens for building that dilapidated tower to tempt me!"

"So this was your plan."

Huang's voice suddenly came from above.

Before he could react, his vision suddenly went dark, and then a warm embrace held him tightly.

Huang waited for a long time from the fifth-floor window, seized the opportunity, and captured Qi Yan in one fell swoop, grabbing him with one hand onto the fourth-floor window frame.

"Qi Yan, you didn't expect this, did you? While you were unconscious, we had already contacted the doctor and had him devise eighteen interconnected plans to target you!"

Huang laughed and subdued Qi Yan with one hand, then led him back to the room.

At the same time, the door was shattered by black magic. Amiya's face turned dark with anger, and her gaze was fixed on Qi Yan.

"Alas, my life is over."

Qi Yan sighed deeply, then burst into curses: "That idiot Doctor, he can still trick me even when he's not here. If he has the guts, he should never show his face in front of me again."

"If I don't beat him into a stone coffin and transform him into the administrator's sister, I'm not Qi Xiaobai!"

"Mr. Qi Yan is speaking in incomprehensible language again."

Amiya walked up to Qi Yan, freed him from Huang's embrace, and placed her hands on his shoulders, applying slight pressure.

Qi Yan was immediately forced to sit on the bed.

"Amiya, calm down, what are you doing?" Qi Yan was horrified.

"Mr. Qi Yan, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Amiya said with a smile. "The Doctor also reminded me that forcing you to do nothing will only make you uncomfortable, so why don't you talk to me?"

"Well, for example, we could help Dr. Kal'tsit with her money-making schemes. What problems do you think this plot of land still faces?"

Upon hearing Amiya talk about her money-making scheme, Qi Yan's attention was successfully drawn in:

"There are too many hidden dangers. I'm too lazy to set up defenses and too lazy to screen teams. As for the Sarkaz, they would struggle to even count how many people are on their own teams."

So while nursing homes may appear benevolent, in reality, people from various factions have long since infiltrated them.

Amiya nodded and sat down on either side of Qi Yan with Huang, keeping a close watch on him from both sides.

"Then, Mr. Qi Yan, why don't you write down the list of the undercover agents, and then we'll go and find them?" Amiya said gently, as if coaxing a child.

"I don't have that ability," Qi Yan waved his hand.

Amiya finally showed a hint of surprise:

"Is there something Mr. Qi Yan doesn't know?"

“There are many solutions, but I’m not without options.” Qi Yan smiled confidently. “The Duke of Caesar has a man nicknamed ‘The Poet in the Grey Hat,’ who should be staying in the nursing home area right now.”

All you need to do is grab him, let him wander around the nursing home, and all the infiltrators will be exposed.

Amiya and Blaze exchanged a startled glance.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Qi Yan asked, puzzled.

“The poet has now joined our ranks,” Amiya replied.

“And they’ve already been following Vina around the plot of land,” Huang added.

(That's it, I mean my butt is too sore today, I'll fix it tomorrow.)

Chapter 682 The Poet Opens the Box and Sends a Gift

"Your Highness, is there anything I can help you with?"

The poet followed Vina closely, swaying his head from side to side, appearing unusually proactive.

Vina pursed her lips and remained silent.

She wasn't entirely at ease with the poet; if possible, she didn't want him to be out of her sight for too long.

The poet noticed Vina's attitude, adjusted his hat, and wisely kept quiet.

Vina wasn't really interested in talking to the poet; she was thinking about other things.

She had actually met with Baird last night, but because of the rules set by Qi Yan, Anmon strictly enforced the curfew even after Qi Yan 'went to sleep'.

The Rhodes Island team didn't want to break the rules just because of their relationship with Qi Yan, so Vina had no choice but to arrange a time to meet Baird again.

Now, during the nursing home's lunch break, Vina immediately led the poet, Morgan, and others to the square.

At this moment, Morgan and the others felt a mix of excitement and worry as they thought about their upcoming reunion with Baird.

They couldn't imagine how Baird had managed to live alone under the Sarkaz's control all this time.

The poet, being an intelligence agent, was highly skilled at reading people. He noticed that these girls had something on their minds, so he obediently shut his mouth and quietly played the role of a background character.

But as the group strolled through the square, the poet's professional instincts kicked in, and he subconsciously began to examine his surroundings.

Upon closer inspection, he indeed discovered some clues.

"Your Highness, I really have something to report," the poet asked cautiously.

Vina's heart skipped a beat. She knew the poet wasn't the kind of person who was annoying, so if he insisted on talking to her at this time, it must be something important.

Seeing Vina nod to him, the poet secretly pointed to a figure at the edge of the square who was about to leave:

"That girl is strange."

"Something's strange?" Following the poet's pointing finger, Vina spotted a woman dressed in a nurse's uniform. "Be more specific, what did you find?"

"She was wearing a nurse's uniform, so she should have been quite knowledgeable in medical care, but she was nowhere to be seen during last night's emergency."

The poet analyzed the situation clearly: "There are two possibilities. One is that her original clothes were torn, and this nurse's uniform was just something she found and put on."

Secondly, she was busy with something last night and avoided Sarkaz, thus missing last night's events.

"Isn't your reasoning a bit too far-fetched?" Vina frowned.

"Please listen to me patiently, Your Highness."

The poet waved his hand and continued, "I think the first possibility can be ruled out. First of all, given Sarkaz's ability to act, if they saw her nurse's uniform, they would definitely take her away by force without saying a word."

Therefore, whether she is a real nurse or not, she should have been present at the scene.

"Do you think the Sarkaz would recognize a nurse's uniform?" Morgan interjected with a laugh.

poet:"……"

Vina and the others couldn't help but chuckle.

The poet shook his head vigorously, insisting:

"Even if Sarkaz doesn't know her, do you think the other people around that girl don't know her either?"

Moreover, this wasn't the only factor in my judgment. Another point was that, in addition to her nurse's uniform, she carried many bags and strange, unidentifiable ribbon decorations.

Although the bag was clearly empty, likely handed over by the Sarkaz during their supply collection, she still didn't abandon these burdens—a typical occupational hazard for a field medic.

"So you're convinced that there's something wrong with that young girl?"

Indra rolled his eyes, maintaining his usual impetuous temper: "Everything must be based on evidence. Don't bring your bad habits from when you were working for nobles with you."

If everyone relied on reasoning to convict people like you, what would distinguish us from those nobles?

"You... There's an old saying in Yan, 'Prevention is better than cure,' and another saying, 'A thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole.'" the poet retorted. "But this is wartime. We don't have time to play the game of courtroom investigation and evidence gathering."

"I think you're just up to no good and want to cause trouble." Indra's temper flared up instantly.

"Okay, stop arguing."

Vina quickly stepped between the two, stopping the conflict in time.

Just as she was about to say something more, Amiya's voice suddenly came through the communicator she was wearing on her ear.

After hearing the message from Amiya, Vina looked at the poet with surprise.

"What happened?" the poet asked, somewhat bewildered.

Qi Yan said you are free to move around this plot of land and investigate whatever you want.

Vina earnestly relayed what Amiya had told her: "He said that if anything happens, he will cover for you. Even if you encounter a powerful enemy, you can run to him and he will protect you."

The poet was so startled by this unexpected surprise that he gasped.

"What merit do I possess to deserve Qi Yan's attention?" the poet asked, lacking confidence.

"You can go and ask him directly."

Vina didn't care at all; she was already used to Qi Yan's bizarre actions. She turned around, leaving the poet behind, and continued to look for Baird with Morgan and the others.

The poet hesitated for a moment, then slowly straightened his back and his whole being became more energetic.

"Your Grace, do you see it?" the poet muttered to himself, seemingly out of nowhere, as he gazed at the sky. "I have risen!"

The unexpected surprise left the poet completely bewildered.

But he quickly regained his composure thanks to his amazing willpower.

"There must be some shining quality in me that I don't even know about myself, but Qi Yan saw right through me after only meeting me once. What terrifying insight."

The poet clenched his fist, his fighting spirit slowly rising: "I must make a name for myself, and then use that to get in touch with Qi Yan and learn from him!"

With that in mind, the poet no longer hesitated and decisively set his sights on the woman with the film that he had just suspected.

After this delay, the other person had already disappeared from the square.

The poet was not in a hurry. He was extremely confident in his tracking ability. There was no way that a mere kitten could escape his grasp.

The poet wandered around a dark underground parking lot, so startled that he took off his hat and scratched his head.

"Qi Yan, this is truly unbelievable." The poet muttered in disbelief, "The other party's tracks were clearly right here, so how could I lose them?"

Something's not right. I don't believe she could shake me off. She must be somewhere in this parking lot, searching here bit by bit.

With this in mind, the poet put his favorite top hat back on and began to check the parking lot one by one.

Meanwhile, in a passageway in the corner of the parking lot, several pairs of eyes were fixed on the poet's figure from afar.

Why is Caesar's grey top hat here?

"That's not the point. The point is that he suddenly barged in and started searching the parking lot. If this continues, we're going to be discovered."

"We cannot expose ourselves before we have made contact with Rhodes Island."

"You mean..."

Inside the passage, a person raised their hand and made a throat-slitting motion.

The others nodded firmly and simultaneously drew their weapons, ready to launch a sneak attack.

Under their watchful eyes, the poet meticulously searched every possible hiding place, even lying on the ground to carefully search the gaps under the car.

The distance between the two sides continued to shrink.

"This is the only corridor left in the emergency exit."

The poet stared at the tightly closed corridor door before him, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and reached out to push the door open.

Chapter 683 The Adventures of the Lumbar Spine

At that moment, the knife was only 0.01 centimeters away from my head. I thought I was about to... It seems a little familiar?

The poet's mind went blank, his thoughts began to wander uncontrollably, but his body almost instinctively leaned back, perfectly bending over to dodge the blade that was about to strike him.

The cold blade grazed his nose, and the chilling wind it generated almost made his heart stop.

"Ouch, my waist!"

The poet let out a mournful cry, one hand supporting his waist and the other on the ground, and crawled backward in a strange posture.

"Damn it, these guys in grey top hats are just as agile as monkeys!"

"Don't let him get away!"

The door to the emergency exit was kicked open, and several Sarkaz rushed out.

The poet was terrified by the scene. Ignoring his aching back, he used all his strength to flip himself over and flee on all fours.

Even in this life-or-death moment, he didn't forget to raise his hand and straighten his hat, which was about to fall off.

The sound of something cutting through the air came from behind.