Strange ceiling


    When yak opened his eyes again, he saw the bright fluorescent lamp and the simple cement shed roof, which felt like a battlefield hospital.


    "Where is this? My head hurts... "Yak covered his head, and the memory of the previous scenes gradually became clear.


    "I remember being shot down... Why did I appear in the hospital? Did the imperial army win and save me? " While yak was thinking, the patrol nurse noticed that he was awake, so she pressed a few times on the communicator and reported, "A7 is awake. Do you want to take him to inquire? OK, I see. "


    Yak saw the black crystal on the back of the nurse''s hand and was stunned. It was the sign of the infected person. Only the infected person could have such a strong crystal with soul power fluctuation.


    The nurse seemed to notice Yak''s eyes and shook the back of her hand at him: "are you looking at my crystal?"


    Yak nodded subconsciously.


    "The crystal stone on the back of your hand does not affect your daily life. I think it''s pretty good. There''s no surgery to take it down. Where the crystal stone grows depends on your luck. It''s said that someone''s crystal stone grows under their eyes, like a tear mole."


    Yake''s focus is not on the crystal stone, but the identity of a nurse. There is no doubt that she is an infected person, and there are many infected people here according to her meaning.


    "Is this the hospital of the infected?"


    The nurse nodded, "yes."


    "Am I captured? Why don''t you kill me? "


    "I don''t know and have no right to answer you. Someone will interrogate you soon. You can ask them what you want to know." The nurse said as she injected Yak with something.


    Yak didn''t resist. He wanted to know with his toes what would happen if he resisted in such a place. Although his sister was soft and weak in front of him, he was infected, and the infection time was definitely longer than yak. As for Yak''s three legged Kung Fu, can he beat the little nurse in front of him or two.


    "What did you give me? Can you say this? "


    The nurse put away the needle in her hand, nodded and said, "this is a drug to stabilize the infection. After injection, it can inhibit the crystallization in the blood, reduce the probability that the crystallization will puncture the artery and cause massive bleeding, and reduce the difficulty of taking out the crystallization."


    This knowledge seems to be common sense for infected people, and there is nothing worth concealing.


    However, from a glimpse of the whole leopard, it is not difficult to see from this tube of medicine that the medical level of the infected person is not low, and even the technical level of how to remove the crystals from the infected person is far higher than that of the Empire.


    Yak''s imaginary infected people are not what they are now. He often needs to fly fighter planes to patrol over the infected people. Relying on his strong eyesight, he can almost see the daily life of the infected people.


    He remembered that it was a condition no different from that of refugees. The streets were dirty and full of garbage. On both sides were all temporary shanty towns. The people living in them were generally yellow and skinny and ragged. Not to mention surgery or hospitals, they even had to get the most common drugs through airdrops from their colleagues.


    No matter how you think, such modern medical facilities should not appear. The only greater possibility is that only a few infected persons with higher status monopolize the airdrop resources, which may maintain such excellent medical expenses.


    But this makes yak fall into new doubts, if the facts are really the same as he guessed. There''s no way to explain why the infected person treated him so well as a prisoner.


    Many doubts hovered in his heart, but he couldn''t get a result. We can only wait until we are asked and try to get some information.


    Anyway? He has broken the event of infected people. Even if infected people have their own order, they must want to kill him.


    Yak ignored that he was also infected. He had just been infected for more than a week and had no way to accept his new identity.


    There were no windows in the room, and yak didn''t know how long it would take. He just felt that his body gradually recovered limb sensation, and the effect of anesthetic gradually faded, replaced by unbearable pain.


    Just then, you roughly pushed open the door of the ward to the guard, picked him up from the bed, and dragged him to the interrogation room.


    He seems to be in a huge building. The architectural styles are similar. Simple concrete walls and bright fluorescent lamps are monotonous without any extra color.


    The interrogation room is different from what he imagined. There are no ferocious and frightening instruments of torture, only relatively placed tables and chairs. Compared with other rooms, the only configuration here is a huge floor mirror.


    According to his service experience, yak guessed that the mirror should be a one-way glass, and someone might be watching him on the other side of the mirror.


    Although yak was in a cold sweat and couldn''t exert his strength, the guard locked his hands on the armrest of the chair. It seemed that the ritual of the handcuffs was much greater than his actual effect.


    Sitting opposite the special is a middle-aged man who can''t see his face clearly. He can''t see his face clearly because he is in the standard posture of Dingyuan hall. Half of his face is blocked by his index finger crossed hands.


    "Name."


    He looked at the interrogator who showed only half face and turned his eyes. "You have not got my registered residence card?"


    The interrogator snorted, finally put down his hand, filled in a form, and asked, "gender."


    "Do it yourself."


    "You are very uncooperative. I can only say that it was a rather reckless decision for you." The interrogator closed the notebook and said, "you know what you''ve done. If you want to live, I advise you to cooperate."


    "Then you should also understand that when I launched an assault on your more than 500 fighters with a mecha, I was ready to die." Yak was unmoved by the threat.


    The interrogator recorded silently and continued to ask expressionless questions. Yak either didn''t say a word or spoke sarcastically, but the interrogator didn''t seem to care whether yak was willing to answer. At the same time, the people on the back of the one-way mirror were busy recording and making inferences through various clues on yak.


    "So the target is not cooperative and full of hostility, but it is easy to see from his performance that he himself does not know the answer to our question. As an ace pilot, he knows nothing about the strategy of the Imperial Army, which is not normal.


    A soldier with his strong performance, even if his rank is not high, must be qualified to know many secrets, and he knows nothing about the information that many ordinary soldiers know. "


    [to be continued]


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