A chill breeze blew by, and Wei Tianyang’s expression stiffened, standing like an iron rod in the open space of the park.
"Have you confird the information?" Wei Tianyang asked.
"My status and power in this circle are just like your strength, not sothing that anyone can use. Information that reaches has gone through several levels of verification, so I can tell you that the information I provide is accurate without a doubt," Spencer replied with a steady voice.
Wei Tianyang didn’t distrust Spencer’s connections and resources; he was just temporarily overwheld by the situation.
"I understand," Wei Tianyang sighed.
"What’s the matter? Has Libitelli withheld information from you?" Spencer had already sensed the issue.
"I actually don’t care that they’ve withheld information from , but there seems to be an undertone of deception in the whole thing," Wei Tianyang said.
"That’s strange... Have you already entered that restricted area?" Spencer inquired.
Wei Tianyang heard him closing a door and the sound of pouring wine, presuming that he had returned to his study, ready to have a thorough discussion.
"Not only am I in the restricted area, but I’ve also been in contact with the Phase Three patients there," answered Wei Tianyang.
"Good, good... Let’s sort this out... What’s your sensory impression of those patients? Do they look strange? What did they say?" Spencer continued to probe.
"As far as I can see, they’re no different from normal people, no weirder than the war-torn civilians of Chicken Snake Country. There’s running water and electricity in the city, the military is airdropping supplies, and they don’t seem like what the Libitelli governnt told at all—that every person there has a single personality. To , they seem like independent beings... Damn it, they’re just normal people!" Wei Tianyang exclaid.
"Don’t jump to conclusions just yet. Let think, the virus is said to be transmitted through language, right? What are their protective asures?" Spencer asked again.
"A pair of headphones that block out the human voice, displaying subtitles through AR glasses, allowing to communicate safely with the patients. However, they can block out the subtitles at any ti, claiming it’s to filter out dangerous information, but I feel like they’re deliberately hiding sothing," Wei Tianyang said.
"No wonder... Wei, it’s difficult to make a judgnt now, because... I’ve indeed heard about so things that can influence one’s mind through written information, known as ’ contamination.’ The awkward thing now is, you can’t take off the headphones to verify whether they are deceiving or concealing sothing from you," Spencer explained.
"What is contamination?" Wei Tianyang asked.
"People receive a ssage and then react; that’s contamination. Like popular s on the internet, a song that everyone has heard and can sing, a brainwashing jingle... that sort of thing. A single line of text can make you unconsciously perform a corresponding action. They’re probably afraid of that, especially since... you are Wei Tianyang, and if you lost control, the consequences would be unimaginable," Spencer said.
"But what if they are blocking the truth?" Wei Tianyang said.
"That’s why I say it’s hard to judge now—you can’t take off the headphones to verify the outco," Spencer said.
Wei Tianyang was currently hanging the headphones around his neck and had turned off the mic. He hesitated but didn’t think for long before deciding not to take the risk.
There was no evidence to prove that he was immune to this virus, and he didn’t want to test it personally, after all, he only had one chance...
The city itself was a bit odd too; subjective reality and objective reality seed to blur together, everyone was showing a presence in two spaces, which he definitely considered abnormal.
"Do you have any suggestions? Spencer?" Wei Tianyang asked.
Now, he could only hope for solutions from Spencer; he had no experience with viruses, s, or leaks.
"My suggestion is to find the Hasegawa Pharmaceutical research center in Lusimin. Only by going there and taking a look can you determine what they’re really researching," Spencer proposed.
"I’ve thought about that. But searching for a place in a city isn’t easy," Wei Tianyang replied.
Right now, he lacked the ability to fly; just the thought of trekking through a city populated by hundreds of thousands on foot was maddening.
"I can tell you where their research facility is... but if anyone else finds out, I’d be committing espionage... Plus, with the device they’ve given you, you’re running out of ti and don’t have much of it to deal with this," said Spencer.
"Send the location on the map, and I’ll handle the rest," said Wei Tianyang.
"I... I need to think about it... It’s easy to leave a trail. It’s one thing to tell you this information, but the research facilities of each pharmaceutical company are basically corporate secrets. If I use espionage to dig up stuff and leave evidence, I can’t stay in the pharmaceutical alliance. Whether I can help with this or not... I really need to consider it..." Spencer hesitated.
"Damn it, I’m already here in this restricted area. In soccer, when a forward enters the penalty area without taking a shot, they’d be ridiculed," Wei Tianyang said with a wry smile.
"This is too risky... I might not be able to enjoy the benefits. If my leaking of information gets out, United Pharmaceuticals won’t be able to survive in the circle. Wei, I can only say I’m sorry..." Spencer said.
"Don’t you want to know what Hasegawa Pharmaceutical is really researching?" Wei Tianyang asked.
There was a pause from the other side.
"Their results might just be there, you know. The blockade was so hasty, many company employees may be trapped inside. The whole affair might be related to their research. I’m standing right here; with just one word from you, I could unearth the secret, and yet you choose to give up?" Wei Tianyang teased.
"Damn it... You were truly trained by Zhao Ling... I can’t be explicit, I can only give you a hint," said Spencer.
"A hint is enough, so tell , where are they?" Wei Tianyang said.
"A place where a lot of people sleep," Spencer said.
Wei Tianyang chuckled twice, then said, "Go to hell, Spencer, what kind of hint is that? If you wanted, you could sleep on the railway tracks."
"Those people are asleep forever, Wei. They fell asleep for various reasons and then... never woke up again. That’s all I can say," Spencer said.
After he finished, the call was cut off, and only the dial tone was heard from the receiver.
Wei Tianyang didn’t need to think too hard to guess that Spencer was referring to the morgue.
The question was... which morgue?
Lusimin City had several hospitals and several public security bureaus that all had their own morgues. Although in these tis, bodies weren’t stored for long, hospitals still had these places for temporary preservation of bodies, and as for the public security bureaus? They were purely for forensic analysis to determine causes of death.
Although the exact location wasn’t clear, the search range had definitely narrowed down significantly.
Wei Tianyang put his headset and glasses back on, Giovanni and President Fogen’s Office were already in a ss.
"Wei! What’s going on?! Did you turn off your communication? Or..." Giovanni said, alard.
"I’m fine, I just cut the signal because I had to get past a big group scrambling for an airdrop," Wei Tianyang said.
"We need to conduct a linguistic test on you..." said Xue Bi.
"la, li, lu, le, lo. Is that good?" Wei Tianyang preempted.
"This is..." Xue Bi looked troubled.
"Not enough?" Wei Tianyang countered.
"That’s enough, it’s enough, he’s normal," President Fogen suddenly interjected.
"Good," said Wei Tianyang.
He had turned the tables; Xue Bi’s attitude clearly proved that the string of syllables couldn’t be used as an effective screening thod. They were indeed trying to deceive him.
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