Therefore, the nature of this incident is an extremely serious prison break.
After learning the details, Yi Heye and the person in charge immediately reported the situation to Director Li.
After hanging up the phone, Yi Heye prepared to rush to the recycling station to find out what was going on. He hurriedly turned around, said goodbye to the piercing technician, and prepared to leave.
The piercing technician, who had been standing beside him, paused for two seconds upon hearing this, then nodded and watched him leave.
Yi Heye strode out of the store, but at the last moment, he still looked back based on his intuition.
At this moment, the piercing technician had already turned around and touched the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.
Author's Note:
Jian Yunxian: Well, that's the eye of a lover, so I'll reluctantly agree (x)
Chapter 131 (Number 131)
Yi Heye stood at the door until the piercing technician turned around and went back into the store. Only then did he frown and leap onto the motorcycle.
Xiao Ming was very sensitive to Yi Heye's emotions and immediately sensed something was wrong from his aura: "What's wrong, Ye Bao? Did something happen again?"
“Hmm,” Yi Heye said, “The one we just caught must have escaped from Zone E.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ming immediately gasped, first uttering a string of swear words with a censored effect, and then stammeringly asked Yi Heye, "Bao, should we go back and get him checked out first? Could he have some kind of infectious disease?"
Yi Heye also sighed with worry, which was why no one wanted to approach Area E.
In addition to repeat offenders, Zone E also isolates a large number of people who are unable to integrate into society for various reasons, including patients with severe deformities from the era of great pollution, patients with unstable mental states, and patients suffering from serious infectious diseases, etc.
Area E itself lacked management, and the guilty and innocent, the healthy and the unhealthy were mixed together. Over time, their temperaments and diseases spread among themselves and spread widely.
This place is like a giant dye vat filled with all sorts of colors, where everyone is mixed together in a muddy mess, constantly stirring, and eventually turning into a filthy and ugly blob.
So it's very difficult to say whether that "college student" has any diseases, whether he carries any abnormal radioactive substances, or whether the recent arrest will affect Yi Heye's health.
"Damn it." Yi Heye was extremely annoyed at the thought. "That guy is an AI, so he shouldn't have any major problems. But just to be on the safe side, I still need to get a physical exam after work. It's better to be safe than sorry."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoming became even more worried, and a series of low moans came from the exhaust pipe. Yi Heye felt it was bad luck and slapped it on the forehead. The sensitive little motorcycle then dared not make a sound again.
In fact, although Xiaoming was treated violently by Yi Heye, his worries were not unfounded—what they were seeing now was just an isolated case, but who knew if there would be more people from District E who had escaped from outside the wall.
If they, laden with sin and disease, secretly lurk within this orderly society behind the walls, the result will be a tremendous disaster.
Thinking of this, Yi Heye, who originally had no interest or responsibility for human survival, also became nervous. He could only pray that this was just a very unexpected case. But when he thought of the piercing master's somewhat strange behavior, an extremely ominous premonition crept into his heart and wouldn't go away.
When he arrived at the recycling station in Zone C, the person in charge and a group of colleagues were standing nervously at the door waiting for him. They were all wearing airtight protective suits, seemingly worried that they might catch some unknown disease.
This situation made Yi Heye even more irritated. He remembered that he had just grabbed his arm, and with the psychological effect, he suddenly felt his palms start to itch and hurt.
Under the guidance of the person in charge, Yi Heye first disinfected his hands, then changed into protective clothing to check on the condition of the person being recycled.
As the person in charge led the way, he sighed and said, "After we checked his identity, C-9762 automatically shut down. No matter what we do, he won't answer. It's really difficult to handle."
Yi Heye frowned and followed, seeing the "male college student" who was isolated on the other side of the glass window, slumped in the interrogation chair, showing no signs of movement.
Interrogating AI prisoners has always been a very difficult task. Unlike humans, AI can freely control its own consciousness. Faced with certain interrogation methods, humans may be forced to confess due to mental torture. However, when AI encounters questions it does not want to answer, it can simply cut off its interaction with the outside world and remain like a dead person, refusing to answer their questions.
But this kind of thing never happened to Yi Heye.
At this moment, due to his uncertainty, Yi Heye's emotions had reached the point of being irritated. He impatiently asked the person in charge, "Is the quality of your protective suits up to standard?"
The person in charge paused for a moment, then assured, "Absolutely no problem, this is for infectious disease medical staff."
Yi Heye nodded, turned around and went into the isolation interrogation room.
Under the tense gaze of the staff, Yi Heye, dressed in protective clothing, walked straight up to the young man, looked down at him, and stared at him with murderous intent in his eyes.
"You still have a chance to open your eyes," Yi Heye said coldly. "Once I finish counting down, it will be too late for you to regret it."
The male AI didn't react yet, but the group of staff behind him were silenced by his terrifying aura.
Soon, losing patience, Yi Heye raised his right hand: "Three."
As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand gripped the male AI's neck tightly.
But AI doesn't need to breathe when it shuts down, and some people outside the door can't understand the meaning of what he's doing.
"two."
When they counted to the second number, everyone saw Yi Heye exert a lot of force with his metal left hand. If this force continued, the AI might be destroyed on the spot.
"one."
Everyone stared intently at the AI's almost deformed neck. The moment Yi Heye's gaze darkened, the young man struggled violently, opened his eyes with a "snap," and physiological tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Uh...uh...ooh..."
Amid the young man's extremely painful groans, Yi Heye slowly released his grip—
Most AIs can choose to block out pain sensations, so normal interrogation methods are almost useless against them, but Yi Heye has a courage that others do not have.
He sent the AI to the brink of death, triggering its last layer of self-protection. Its intuition told it that it was capable of anything, and if it didn't speak, it would really die.
The young man was indeed startled awake.
He looked at the hunter in front of him, who seemed to be possessed by a god of death, and recalled the terrifying scene of him being tackled to the ground in the street. Despair crept into his eyes, which had just escaped death.
Yi Heye gave him no chance to react, and pulled out a gun again, pressing it against his head: "Do you have any infectious diseases?"
The young man shook his head, his face pale: "...No."
Although asking him directly would be unconvincing, Yi Heye felt much better after hearing the answer—he told him directly that the person had not lied, but that didn't stop him from getting a full physical examination at public expense.
Yi Heye then asked a barrage of questions: "How did you get out? Did anyone come out with you, or secretly assist you? Who gave you the idea to escape?"
The young man opened his mouth: "I...I..."
Seeing that the guy was stammering and not saying anything, Yi Heye became impatient again and pressed his finger on the trigger.
Upon seeing this, the young man's breathing quickened, and he hurriedly stammered, "No, no... it was all my own decision, I dug the tunnel myself..."
Upon hearing about digging a tunnel, Yi Heye sneered, "Do you know how many meters the foundation of the E-sector's isolation wall is? One hundred and thirty-two meters. You dug a tunnel more than a hundred meters deep yourself and managed to evade the border guards' inspection. You're really something."
The young man's face turned completely ugly, because he couldn't utter a single word.
Yi Heye patted his face with the barrel of his gun: "Speak."
The young man shook his head nervously: "No... I can't say..."
"Can't?" Yi Heye pondered these two words and nodded. "It seems you not only have accomplices, but what else do they have to threaten you with, right?"
The young man quickly denied it: "That's not true!! It's not like that!"
Yi Heye looked at him and laughed again: "So you're quite loyal to your friends."
The young man completely deflated. He took a deep breath and then, in a fit of desperation, said, "You might as well just shoot me."
Yi Heye stared at him with his bloodshot eyes for a long time, then turned and walked out of the interrogation room expressionlessly.
Now that things had come to this, he could see that it was impossible to get any more information out of the young man.
He didn't want to waste any more time here; he needed to go back early for a checkup, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight.
Despite feeling unwell, Yi Heye came out, got a detailed understanding of the situation from the recycling station, and copied the data. He quickly took off his protective suit and rushed back for a checkup.
Fortunately, with today's advanced technology, full-body checkups are convenient and quick. After returning to the bureau, Yi Heye used the most advanced medical examination equipment in the health room to scan his body repeatedly. Then, he disinfected the health room with disinfectant before returning to his dormitory to self-isolate.
After he had closed the door, Director Li, though old but not very bright, finally realized what was happening and made a quick call to Yi Heye:
"By the way, have you had a medical check-up? They reminded me, I need to be careful not to catch any diseases!"
"Don't worry, the other party is an AI. I just questioned him, and the probability of him being infected is very small," Yi Heye quickly reassured him. "I also went to the health room for a check-up when I got back, and the results will be out tomorrow. I disinfected the places I just passed through and I'm currently isolating in my room."
Hearing this, Director Li felt a little relieved, but was still worried. He said he would arrange for someone to bring him food later and told him not to worry.
After hurriedly finishing his call, Yi Heye rushed into the bathroom without looking back.
Although he had never directly entered Block E, which was just a wall away from his house, he had seen related television documentaries.
He had only glimpsed what the people inside looked like; those horrific skin diseases, liver diseases, and deformities, even with the images blurred, were enough to keep him from eating all night.
Although the probability of contracting the disease is extremely low, if that tiny probability were to happen to him, he might really feel like dying.
His anxiety made him take a very long time to shower, so long that the waterproof bandage on his collarbone was soaked through.
Yi Heye finally felt he had washed enough. He stood in front of the mirror, dried his body, and then slowly peeled off the soaking wet band-aid.
The two small black dots that had just embedded themselves in their bodies on their collarbones were now slightly red from being soaked in water.
Like a pair of red-rimmed eyes, shrouded in mist, making him look like he was about to cry.
Yi Heye then thought of Jian Yunxian. He seemed to see that person looking at him with such a wronged expression, as if he was worried about his health, or as if he was protesting the separation.
Yi Heye sighed and picked up the ointment to disinfect the wound—this was his first day with these two nails, and he didn't want to face extremely bad inflammation and ulceration before he had even started anything.
Yi Heye was very skilled at applying medicine to himself, but that didn't stop him from accidentally touching fresh wounds with a cotton swab.
The spot where the nail was embedded became painful when touched, a sensation that actually satisfied Yi Heye's craving for pain that he hadn't been able to experience today.
He applied the medicine somewhat roughly, and the slight pulling and stimulation of the ointment caused waves of pain. Yi Heye gradually became aroused, his breathing became rapid, and his left hand, which was supporting him on the edge of the sink, involuntarily clenched.
This stimulation reminded him of the pain Jian Yunxian had deliberately inflicted on him that night. That perfectly timed stimulation had kept him excited, just like the current stimulation and some associations intertwined, causing him to have a direct reaction.
As he reached down with his right hand, he was still thinking about Jian Yunxian's face. When he looked up, he saw in the misty mirror that, besides his body which was slightly flushed from the stimulation, there were also two translucent jade beads on his collarbone under the light.
Those eyes, so similar to Jian Yunxian's, seemed to be red-rimmed, staring intently at her naked body.
Author's Note:
Wild Treasure: It's not that I'm overthinking it (pale)
Chapter 132 (Number 132)
Perhaps because he had been subjected to too much stimulation during this period, Yi Heye had actually become desensitized to such things.
Although his pride prevented him from letting go of a bit of shame, a greater sense of enjoyment soon followed.
He began to try to look directly into the nails. As the rhythmic physical stimulation and the increasingly clear associations in his mind gradually merged, Yi Heye felt a tingling electric current creep up his entire spine.
He sighed, bent down, and gazed intently at the two dark jade stones. This was the first time in his life that he felt his imagination was so rich.