He wrapped himself in a bathrobe, quickly dried his hair, and couldn't wait to install the robotic arm.
The moment the brain-computer interface was connected, a familiar yet chaotic sensation rushed into the brain.
Intense pain shot through his entire body, Yi Heye's breathing became erratic, and his face turned somewhat pale, but he knew that every cell in his body was trembling quietly.
He leaned against the wall and, after about half a minute, finally straightened up.
As the pleasure and pain disappeared together, a strong sense of guilt surged up—
Yi Heye felt like a pervert because he had become obsessed with the feeling of pain.
This repeatedly eroded his self-esteem, yet he couldn't resist the stimulation from his senses.
I felt ashamed, but I really couldn't help it.
Yi Heye leaned back on the sofa and calmed himself down for a while before turning on the holographic projector. He planned to browse the bounty website to prepare for tomorrow's work.
To motivate hunters, brokers created a ranking system that converts each person's work progress into points for ranking, and registered hunters are passively involved.
Since entering the system, Yi Heye has quickly climbed to the top of the leaderboard. His score is now nearly three times that of the second-place player, with a long string of numbers hanging at the top, giving off a sense of loneliness at the top.
He scrolled through the internal intelligence group that the hunters had spontaneously created. It had been about three months since anyone had spoken. He found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it.
Yi Heye muttered to himself, "No wonder he can't accumulate points if he's not proactive at work."
However, unbeknownst to him, the other hunters had secretly formed a small group to facilitate teamwork and boost their scores, and they deliberately excluded him.
Xiao Ming actually knew about this, but in order to protect its master's fragile self-esteem, it chose to pretend to be ignorant.
At this moment, Yi Heye, who had no friends because he was too strong, had already made a work plan for tomorrow. He checked a few bounties on the interface, got up to boil water, and prepared to make himself a cup of milk before going to bed.
The interface suddenly switched, forcibly opening a video call channel.
Yi Heye disliked having his plans disrupted abruptly, so he sat back on the sofa, a little annoyed, and opened the call.
The caller ID showed Zhou Wenkai, his direct superior at the Administration Bureau, an elite man in a suit from high society, one of the types Yi Heye disliked the most.
A quick calculation revealed that they were probably here to protest the issue of reporting. Thinking of this, the sheep-walking youth's annoying smile reappeared in his mind, and Yi Heye's expression became even uglier when he clicked on the video.
Zhou Wenkai said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Yi."
Yi Heye remained silent, signaling him to speak quickly if he had something to say, or to spit it out.
Zhou Wenkai spoke rapidly: "Today the inspector sent a report about you..."
Yi Heye then abruptly ended the call.
The next second, Zhou Wenkai called again quickly, but Yi Heye simply didn't answer and turned to look for milk powder in the drawer.
As the phone calls continued to bombard him, the water boiled and the steaming milk was ready. Yi Heye looked at the cup, which showed 85 degrees Celsius, and decided to let it cool down a bit before drinking it.
At this point, Zhou Wenkai finally gave up the harassing phone calls and instead sent a voice message.
"Xiao Yi, we'll leave the whistleblower report alone for tonight. I have another work-related matter to discuss with you. Please take this call."
Upon hearing that it was work-related, Yi Heye put down his cup, turned around, and called back.
As soon as the call connected, Zhou Wenkai's projection appeared in the living room. Yi Heye was wearing a bathrobe with wet hair, while the guy was still dressed in a formal suit, which made people feel very unnatural.
Zhou Wenkai: "During this period, the organization may assign you an action partner, and future operations may require the two of you to work together."
Yi Heye's expression darkened, and the silence made the atmosphere extremely tense.
Zhou Wenkai quickly sped up his speech: "This is just a temporary protective measure for you. It will be readjusted once the storm has passed. Recently, because of the SHEEP incident, all departments are conducting self-examinations and self-corrections. You still have reports against you that haven't been dealt with, so don't cause any trouble at this critical juncture."
Yi Heye: "Are you finished?"
Zhou Wenkai: "...That's all."
Yi Heye slammed down the call and smoothly added Zhou Wenkai to his blacklist.
Having worked alone for so many years, what Yi Heye hates most is partnering with others, let alone this so-called partner, who is nothing more than a lackey used by the bureau to monitor him.
The culprit behind everything is that bastard who broke his promise.
That half-smiling face flashed through his mind again, and the hallucination on his arm made his whole body stiffen—now this guy, along with that disgusting SHEEP, had become tied for first place on Yi Heye's list of most hated people.
The mood indicators on the wristwatch began to show abnormalities. Yi Heye took a deep breath and skillfully opened the holographic network.
For some unknown reason, whenever he couldn't vent his anger, he would put on a fake account, sneak into SHEEP's fan forum, and read the posts that made him even angrier, which would make him feel much better.
The forum is called "Sheep's Dew," and there are tens of thousands of registered users.
"That's so stupid." Yi Heye browsed the screen full of exaggerated flattery speechlessly. Some people had even built a thread with more than ten pages of posts recording "Boss Mei's" classic quotes every day.
Yi Heye also has a sheep account. When he gets angry, he sneaks in to fight fire with fire. Through persistent poison therapy, Yi sheep has quietly become a level seven advanced sheep.
Yi Heye quickly browsed through the list, and inevitably his name appeared wherever SHEEP was mentioned.
"When will Mr. Sheep be able to stir-fry the cheetah?!"
"One person wrote in blood, begging for a live broadcast of the entire stir-frying process!!"
"I really want to see Mei Zong play with the leopard too, hahaha!"
Yi Heye picked up the keyboard, wanting to curse but then stopped himself. Finally, he decided to get up and drink some milk to calm down. Suddenly, the little sheep in the forum background moved.
Yi Heye frowned and stared intently at the lamb.
Immediately afterwards, the static sheep head suddenly blinked and met Yi Heye's gaze.
Yi Heye immediately stood up alertly and forcibly turned off the projection bracelet, but soon the spherical projector next to him also began to spin, accompanied by a strange tremor, like an egg about to hatch, which might break at any moment.
Yi Heye stared warily at the ball, his hand already stealthily reaching for the drawer where the gun was stored.
At this moment, all the electrical appliances in the room began to make strange noises.
The sound grew louder as it approached, a booming sound mixed with the clear bleating of sheep, as if a large flock of sheep were galloping in from afar.
At the same time, the alarm lights of all the appliances in the house turned on strangely, and the room was instantly filled with red light, as if countless blood-red eyes were staring at him.
Under the red hue, a dark shadow extended from behind the ball—the two horns on a lamb's head. But in Yi Heye's eyes, the image on the screen looked more like a demon with sharp horns.
The moment the trembling stopped, the bleating of the sheep inside the room also abruptly ceased. With a "whoosh," the small ball bounced twice in place, and the holographic webpage that had just been urgently closed was projected back onto the screen.
On the page, the level 7 Meimei account hadn't logged out yet. Yi Heye glanced at the screen at "Yi Meimei" with a sheep avatar, and a strong sense of social death washed over him.
Just as he was thinking that it would be better to completely destroy the projector, and no matter what, he had to smash the ball in front of him and not allow him to take away the memories in front of him, the small ball suddenly came close to Yi Heye's nose.
A picture of SHEEP's signature shark tooth smiley face appeared on the screen:
"Let me see who likes me so much."
Yi Heye reacted extremely quickly. The instant he met the other person's gaze, he pulled out a bath towel with a movement that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, darkness fell, and the bath towel, like a giant net, completely scooped up the ball. Yi Heye quickly tied a knot at the top, then with a "bang," slammed the ball to the ground.
The ball made a "squeak" sound the moment it hit the ground, probably because it was stunned.
Yi Heye knew that the guy had escaped, but he did not let his guard down and kept staring at the ball.
Sure enough, after a brief silence, the fax machine whirred and printed out a piece of paper with a line of text on it—
"I've prepared a small gift for you; I hope you like it."
At the end is a beautifully drawn little sheep, signed: Your SHEEP.
Author's Note:
#Major Exposé of the Black-Clad Demon#
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1. Ye Bao's infatuation is a psychological issue, and the reasons will be explained later, with efforts made to heal it. It does not involve any maternal or sexual fantasies.
2. If you experience similar symptoms and they are affecting your life and health, please seek medical treatment promptly.
Chapter 4, No. 004
Yi Heye stared blankly at the line of words for a long time, until the milk in the cup had gone cold, before he finally realized what it meant.
He cursed and began rummaging through the house, trying to find the so-called "meeting gift".
There was nothing there. Yi Heye found nothing suspicious, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
The household appliances in front of him had returned to normal, but thinking back to how they had stared at him with their red eyes just a few minutes earlier, Yi Heye suddenly felt that the whole house was dirty.
He opened the disinfection software and thoroughly checked everything connected to the internet in his home—leaving no trace behind, as if everything that had just happened was his imagination.
This feeling of being completely controlled by the other party made Yi Heye so angry that he was about to explode, but he also felt inexplicably excited—it seemed like he hadn't felt this kind of thrill in a long time, with his blood being stirred up by his prey.
He went back to the fan forum and even posted a provocative thread to lure that guy out again, but this time, apart from being scolded by real fans, nothing happened.
Damn it. Yi Heye glanced at the words on the cup again, and as if sensing something, his right eyelid twitched.
What on earth is this guy trying to do?!
After finally finishing the glass of milk, Yi Heye checked the time and realized it was well past his usual bedtime.
He forced himself into bed, and under the calming effect of the milk, his eyelids began to feel heavy. Just a second before he fell asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Damn. After a long reaction time, he finally belatedly realized what was happening—
Damn it, that guy is SHEEP.
The prey I've been longing for for so long has actually come knocking on my door?
That night, Yi Heye barely slept. Whenever he started to feel sleepy, a suspicious sheep's face would flash through his mind, instantly waking him up. This cycle repeated itself, which was quite torturous.
In the end, he couldn't tell whether what was disturbing his mind was the electronic sheep on the big screen or the fat sheep the man was leading.
That night, in Yi Heye's intermittent sleep, a man's voice kept ringing in his ear, speaking to him with a smile:
"Darling, I've prepared a special gift for you. I hope you like it."
The next morning, in the dirtiest corner of District D13.
The entire dirty street was cordoned off from the outside, with layers of police cars blocking the narrow alley entrances. In the very center of the cordon, a male corpse lay in a pool of blood.
The deceased was a burly man wearing a black studded leather jacket. His head had been pierced from back to front by a lethal weapon, and his expression was contorted in agony.
The body was surrounded by police officers from the Security Bureau. The tall man leading the team was named Pei Xiangjin; he had a serious expression and an imposing presence, and was the youngest senior officer in the Security Bureau.