Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 169 - 169 59 Taking a Break

169: Chapter 59 Taking a Break 169: Chapter 59 Taking a Break Night, Fixed Wing District, the home of an intelligence trafficker.

Kardesia shouted as she rushed to the door to greet the visiting doctor, “Save me, senior!”

If the doctor had been a bit slower, she would have been hugged by the blonde junior.

The doctor calmly placed a hand over Kardesia’s face and said, “You’re too dirty right now, clean yourself up and then come over.”

“Okay.”

“No no no, that’s not the main point!” A gray-haired young man exclaimed loudly from amidst a pile of high-calorie food.

“After cleaning up, I can get a hug?

Why?!

I’ve been a loyal customer for so many years, how come I don’t get that kind of treatment?”

Gongsun Ce clutched his stomach and collapsed onto the table, while the young lady silently withdrew her hand.

“I can give you a 9.9% discount.”

“Thanks so much for reducing the treatment fee by 1%, you stingy quack.”

The doctor, carrying a first aid kit, headed toward the bathroom.

As she passed a gentleman in a suit, she asked, “Do you need treatment?”

Shiyu Lianyi shook his head, “I—”

“He needs treatment,” the lady in a hat interrupted her boyfriend without giving him any chance to resist.

“Senior, can you lend me the first aid kit later?

I can treat him myself.”

“That will only cost the fee for the equipment.”

The two female university students entered the bathroom, leaving everyone else, except a middle schooler engrossed in eating fried fish, looking awkwardly at Mr.

Shiyu.

Qiluo, straightforward as she was, took the initiative, “Shiyu Lianyi, you~”

Mr.

Shiyu, looking embarrassed, said, “Everyone’s tired today; can we finish the serious business first and then disband?”

“Lady, about that Steel Soul T-shirt last time, is it possible—”

“Now is the time to use it.”

The two Imperial University students whispered loudly, forcing Mr.

Shiyu to seek help from the intelligence trafficker.

“Okay, let’s finish the important matters first, then the rest can wait.”

Mo Yuankai put down his fried chicken leg and spoke seriously, “Let’s start with the conclusion.

The music typically made by the deceased doesn’t usually have such a strong effect as it did this time.

Kardesia and Milais reacted immediately, and it’s connected to the arrangements made by the mastermind behind the scenes.”

“He used the ‘failed escape’ incident to implant a strong suggestion in the kids’ minds, then manipulated their information to make them sources of negative emotions.

On top of being infected, you all were calculated upon again this morning.”

Gongsun Ce lamented, “Don’t tell me that terrible date was—”

“I don’t know how many mistakes were your own, but the mastermind definitely tampered with it.

Bad mindset, strong suggestions, then the deceased’s song as a trigger,” Mo Yuankai raised both hands, “Boom, meltdown.”

Despite that.

The precondition for triggering these conflicts is the continued presence of secrets and fractures among them.

What the mastermind did was intensify these conflicts.

If the members of this small group could be honest with each other, even though misunderstandings might occur, it wouldn’t have ended as horribly as it did this morning—Mo Yuankai felt too lazy to preach any further.

He believed that those who experienced it personally would surely understand much more than a geek like him.

The intelligence trafficker looked at Milais, who was still engrossed in eating fish.

“So, both you and Kardesia need to visit the laboratory next.”

Milais almost choked.

“Do I have a say in this?!”

“You were first calculated upon by the mastermind, then triggered into a severe frenzy, and then pulled back by Miss Qiluo.

Think about how precious of a research material you are; you won’t find a second person like this in the entire city.”

Gongsun Ce tried to soothe him, “Don’t worry, this is a collaboration with official research, and the lab coats won’t kill you.

See the woman in a lab coat who just came in?

She’s a professional researcher who could take your heart out right in front of you, and you wouldn’t even feel the pain.”

With a click, an uninjured blonde lady emerged from the bathroom, as the doctor’s voice floated out at the same time, “Who’s next?”

“Ah!” Milais screamed and immediately hid under the table.

“Don’t scare the kid.”

“The doctor’s scary, okay?

How is that my fault?

Lady, you go first, I’ll go last.”

Qin Qianbai went for treatment, and Mo Yuankai continued, “Next is Miss Qiluo.

This time, it’s the laboratory’s fault—actually, it’s their fault every time—so you can rest assured, Cecil’s people won’t bother you about this matter again.”

He finished his cheese-fried chicken, set down a large serving of barbecued pork rice, picked up his low-sugar milk tea, and took a sip.

“But, based on today’s events, we all understand how tricky the capability to control information is.

Frankly speaking, it’s hard to guarantee that similar incidents won’t happen again.

For safety precautions, the officials would like you to cooperate with some related experiments, promising no harm will come to you.”

“This isn’t coercive in nature, I must ask for your intention…” the intelligence trafficker carefully chose his words, “or rather, your intentions.”

“…”

Qiluo removed her hairpin, and her pink hair naturally fell loose behind her head.

Her facial features remained unchanged, but this single action significantly altered the impression she gave.

“Qiluo” clasped her hands together, smiling in response.

“I understand the official’s concern and am aware of the gravity of the situation.

We guarantee full cooperation with the official plan, but I think this exceeds the basic duties of someone in the entertainment industry.

May I consider this an officially appointed job…

a job for which I will be compensated based on my labor?”

Her demeanor had undergone a great change from before.

Her smile remained beautiful but no longer carefree as in the past; it appeared more reserved like that of an industry insider; her way of speaking was also different, making it hard to believe that these words came from the same person.

No longer childishly naive, she seemed much more mature.

“Of course you may.

I am only responsible for asking your opinion, someone else will discuss the specifics with you later, thank you for your understanding.”

“Thank you as well for your help, Mr.

Mo Yuankai.”

After the intelligence trafficker’s conversation with “Qiluo” ended, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

The bathroom door opened again, and Qin Qianbai walked up to the dining table, staring at “Qiluo” for a couple of seconds.

Kardesia slapped the table and stood up, expressing everyone’s thoughts, “Who in the world are you?!

”

“Qiluo” covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, “I am Qiluo.

The other Qiluo, the me before I lost my memory.”

“Lies!

There’s no way the real Miss Qiluo could turn into someone like you!

Little Qian, take her down!”

“I’m on it.”

“Please don’t, my hand hasn’t healed!

I need to hide myself now!”

The three university girls mixed it up while the four gentlemen politely diverted their gazes.

“I seriously say if Miss Qiluo had shown this from the start, I would’ve 100% suspected her of causing mischief.”

“I feel the same.”

The doctor peered out halfway, oblivious to the chaotic scene, “Who’s next?”

Qiluo’s expression changed, reverting to her previous demeanor, and she cried out, “I’ve changed back, my hand really hurts, please treat my hand!”

The eldest brother decided to ignore the turmoil among the female members and proceed with the routine.

He raised his milk tea, “Let’s leave it here for business.

Everyone has worked hard today.

To celebrate our once again saving the city in the sky, cheers!”

“Why aren’t the wines opened?” “There are kids here, no drinking.” “Ah, I need treatment, let me out—” “No letting out.” “Change back!” “Can I go now?” “If no one’s treating, then please settle the bill.”

This time, the atmosphere at the dinner table was unlike before, completely like a class reunion where everyone spoke their own words.

Mr.

Shiyu poured himself a cup of tea, amidst the noisy and laughing toasts.

“Cheers.”

·

After Gongsun Ce got treated and came out, he noticed one less person beside the dinner table.

The rest were deeply engaged in conversation, seemingly immersed in the bustling atmosphere and unwittingly ignoring the one who left without saying goodbye.

“I’m going out to buy an ice cream, I’ll be right back.”

He called out and walked out, strolling along the red-brick paved pathway.

The landscaping of the community was well-maintained, with spring buds adorning the branches of landscape trees, and neatly trimmed flower bushes on both sides of the road.

The clock just struck 9, and there were quite a few residents walking around, the sounds of runners panting, pleasant chattering, children’s playful noises…

And a girl’s singing voice.

The gray-haired young man pricked up his ears, discerning carefully.

“…♪~”

The ability to manipulate information could cause turmoil affecting millions in some people’s hands, while in others, it was merely used to sneak out for a song.

He followed the direction of the singing, finding a gazebo hidden in a small grove.

The pink-haired girl was sitting on the edge of the gazebo, swinging her legs and humming to the night sky.

With her back to the young man, she said without turning her head,

“Good evening, Gongsun Ce.”