Resurrection Empire-Chapter 984 - 378: Mysterious and Cryptic

Although Ren Zhong also knew this idea was inexplicable, intuition told him that it was very likely the truth.

A person who managed to evade the "Net's" surveillance since the age of eight and survived till now, shouldn't be captured so easily ten years later, especially after the "Net" has been eliminated.

Moreover, Ren Zhong felt that if he could directly see the abnormality in this person, there was no reason other Source Star people were all fools; they should more or less have some sense of it.

But strangely, No. 38 was so easily sold as "scrap" by the Mengdu Group, which was truly baffling.

Based on today's anomalies in the game arena, Ren Zhong even believed that the commotion in the Mengdu Group's laboratory could be related to No. 38.

Ren Zhong further speculated that No. 38 likely mutated to develop some kind of ability similar to mental control.

He could "infect" and control his target upon close contact, like hypnosis.

But Ren Zhong still had doubts.

Other members of the Self-help Alliance did not show obvious signs of being under mental control; only at the initial contact with No. 38 did they appear somewhat abnormal, but once integrated into the group, their thoughts remained agile, their logic clear, and their behavior showed no abnormalities.

After the initial short contact, they truly seemed to wholeheartedly trust every word of No. 38, as if they had known each other for decades.

Furthermore, the total number of the Self-help Alliance had exceeded a thousand people, and Ren Zhong could not imagine how strong one person's spiritual power or hypnotism had to be to stably control so many people simultaneously.

This was also unreasonable.

This unreasonableness was precisely what puzzled Ren Zhong.

He again brought up the game arena's footage in the hibernation space, observing the No. 38 who had been forcibly hypnotized.

The young man was not tall, and he looked harmless, with a number on his shoulder, beneath which was a thumbnail-sized QR code pattern.

Enlarging the QR code for scanning would reveal his volunteer information, showing he was from the Mengdu Group's Biological Laboratory.

This should be the "scrap label" reapplied with indelible paint after he was captured and returned to the laboratory a few days ago.

Ren Zhong was scanning the label at this moment, also seeing the comments given by Mengdu Group staff, which generally stated that this person was unremarkable, held no value, posed no threat, and could be sold with other failed samples as goods to extract some residual value.

"What exactly is this person's ability, and what is his goal?"

Ren Zhong pondered this question.

After a long time, he slightly shook his head in the hibernation space.

He could not obtain a definite answer.

During this time, Ren Zhong had carefully considered whether to give Hu Yang the order to get rid of No. 38 at any cost the next day.

The most practical method was to instruct her to pretend to accept the opponent's negotiation request, lure the person over, and then shoot from a distance without face-to-face contact.

But this idea was quickly extinguished by Ren Zhong as soon as it arose.

Ren Zhong asked himself if he could easily sentence someone to death based on unfounded "evil."

After all, until now, No. 38 had not committed any murders. Even snatching people from Hu Yang's hands was only human nature.

Everyone was doing the same.

If he truly ordered Hu Yang to attack the opponent due to subconscious wariness, it would be unfair, and would make him no different from the "Net" that sentenced people to death based solely on data models.

With this mindset, Ren Zhong restrained the murderous intent and fell into a deep sleep instead.

Upon waking, Ren Zhong and Zhou Ya each went to the restroom in the booth area for a quick wash, then each laid down to wait for the game to start after a simple breakfast.

Zhou Ya occasionally glanced at Ren Zhong, lying on the sofa lost in thought, knowing he was probably calculating something again, feeling intrigued but not daring to ask.

After a long time, as time approached 6:50, Ren Zhong finally lowered his hand, adjusted the couch back upright, and sat up, his eyes flickering with strange brilliance.

Zhou Ya: "What's wrong?"

Ren Zhong: "This game will soon be over."

Zhou Ya: "Huh?"

With a piercing alarm, the time promptly reached 7:00 AM.

All the contestants who were still asleep at the previous moment were startled awake by the piercing alarm, quickly opening their eyes, and scrambling up from the cold, damp ground, stretching their bodies, and communicating expectantly or helplessly with the players behind them.