Chapter 596: Chapter 325: Anomaly Strikes, Song Yin’s Vigilance (Part 2)
This office belongs to Song Yin.
At this moment, he sat in the dark, watching the computer screen, and adjusted the screen brightness to be even lower.
"There’s definitely a problem!
There’s definitely a problem!"
Seeing this suggestion of random checks in the group, he pondered for a while.
"If it’s random checks... that works too."
Because his intuition told him that the range of this abnormal influence was probably quite large already!
Even with random checks, problems would surely be found.
He made a suggestion in the group.
[Professor Lin, Professor Ye, Professor Xu, and I, the four of us will create the tests for psychological health.]
[For random checks, every Sequence, every rank, every department must have people randomly selected.]
[Test results will be evaluated by the four of us together.]
Seeing that other experts in the group agreed to this plan, Song Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
...
The front yard of the winery.
The barbecue was still sizzling on the grill, releasing oil.
The admin and workers, in groups of three or five, were eating, drinking, and having a great time.
"Hehe, I didn’t expect when I came here that our newly established unit would have such high benefits?"
"This is basically the highest level of benefits in the West State Immortal Committee, right?"
"Our confidentiality level is also high; no posting on Kuai Dou, no posting on Moments, even private chats are audited."
"So what? Our confidentiality is valuable!"
"With Double Eleven coming up, if I hadn’t joined this unit, my wallet wouldn’t withstand my wife’s shopping spree."
"Hahahahaha."
"Shall we toast Expert Bai Mo?"
"You better stop! Don’t bother him!"
"Hey? I got a message here, asking me to cooperate and do some kind of psychological health test, you guys stay chatting, okay!"
Behind Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu and Wu Qingyun were eating meat while looking at their phones.
Wu Qingyun was keeping an eye on the movements in the high-level group.
Fang Xiaoyu had just received the notification for the psychological health test.
...
The cool evening breeze blew, taking away the aroma of the barbecue and the laughter and joy from the scene.
By the table, after finishing the test paper, Professor Zhang sent the answers to several experts for review... that’s right, Professor Zhang was selected to take the test. Everyone unanimously agreed that if there were any anomalies, Professor Zhang, most likely to be influenced, belonged to Sequence Seven.
Professor Zhang didn’t think it was an insult or belittlement.
Because he himself, thought the same.
"I... um... have indeed felt a bit sleepy recently.
"But it should be nothing, right?
"Spring fatigue and autumn lethargy, it should be normal..."
Just as he was talking, several professors gave their test results.
[Professor Zhang is all normal]
[Professor Zhang is all normal]
[Professor Zhang is all normal]
The last one, a comment from Song Yin.
[Professor Zhang is all normal]
Professor Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.
"Haha, it seems Song Yin is overthinking."
Then he saw in the group, the sequential judgment results given by the experts for others.
Almost all were consistently normal.
Occasionally a few, given evaluations like [Mild Anxiety] [Mild Depression] [Weak Willpower].
But the work at the Immortal Committee was inherently stressful, having so few mentally unhealthy people is not a strange thing.
Behind Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu had a face full of depression.
Her test result was [Mild Anxiety]
"I’m really unhealthy now..."
Recently, she often worried about her parents’ retirement and finding a partner, constantly having trouble sleeping.
Today’s test confirmed she has mild anxiety!
Professor Zhang and Bai Mo both grinned.
"A false alarm."
"Hahaha."
"Keep drinking and chatting."
...
In the pitch-black office.
Song Yin sat in front of the computer, the screen illuminating his pale face.
"No problems detected?
"Could it be that I overthought?"
His face was vacant, his eyes blank, starting to recall every thought and notion he had just had.
Despite the test results coming out, he still felt something was off!
He always had an illusion, as if... as if his brain was covered by something, interfering with his judgment, affecting his thoughts.
He stared at the screen, looking at the test paper he participated in, looking at each question, looking at the test results collected, recalling the knowledge he had learned and the research he had done.
"Question thirteen, when you face leadership...
"Question fourteen, do you get tense and tired over trivial matters..."
Each seemingly simple test question made up the entire paper.
The reviewers judged the mental condition of the test-takers based on the answers to the whole paper.
"Oh, Professor Ye’s test result shows his willpower weakened, not normal...
"Oh, Professor Ye’s test results indicate that the willpower hasn’t weakened, it’s normal..."
He mumbled, speaking in a confused manner, making contradictory judgments.
"Oh, Professor Zhang’s test results indicate that the willpower has weakened, it’s abnormal..."
"Oh, Professor Zhang’s test results indicate that the willpower hasn’t weakened, it’s normal..."
He rubbed his forehead, feeling something was not quite right.
He pinched his forehead hard.
"Just now... was my thought... altered?
"Is such a thing possible?
"The Martial Dao Will of Immortal Martial Sequence Seven?
"That’s impossible!
"The influence range of Martial Dao Will is very small."
Slap!
He slapped himself in the face.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
He alternated slapping his face, leaving red palm prints, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.
Then he ran to the nearby refrigerator, took out a box of ice, "splash" dumped it into the washbasin, "splash" turning on the water, bent over to wash his face with ice water, then dunked his head in, washing it with ice water.
Splash...
His head emerged from the ice water, hair stuck to his scalp, ice water dripping down his cheeks.
But he still felt something was wrong!
As if his mind was covered with a strange veil, preventing clarity and correct judgment.
He simply drew a small knife from his waist, "puff" stabbed it into his left hand.
"Ah..."
He screamed in pain!
It was a serrated knife dipped in chili water!
Intense pain, like high voltage, surged from the hand wound, up the nerves, up the spine, into his brain!
Amidst the severe pain, his mind achieved a moment of clarity.
"Oh? Right, all my evaluations of the three professors were wrong!
"These people being spot-checked, they’re not fine, they all have problems, their willpower has weakened!"
Song Yin immediately took out his phone and sent a voice message to the group.
"The cognition of me and the three professors has been altered, and almost all of the 200-plus people spot-checked have issues, their willpower has weakened."
After saying this, he suddenly felt ridiculous.
"What am I saying? The test results clearly were fine, everyone’s willpower hasn’t changed.
"I should delete this voice message, can’t let it be sent out."
He couldn’t see that his face had turned hideous, his expression distorted, even bleeding from seven orifices!
It seemed something in his brain was fiercely confronting him!
So much so that blood was flowing from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears...
"I... I am Song Yin...
"I guard the gate of Pure White Hell!"
He bit through his tongue!
The metallic taste of fresh blood filled his mouth, pain surged into his mind.
He released his hold and sent the voice message to the large group.
But after sending, he felt wrong again.
"What exactly am I sending?
"Isn’t this causing trouble?
"Quick, retract it!"
Puff!
He pulled out the knife stabbed into the back of his hand, but saw flesh and blood flying, the wound gushing blood.
"I am Song Yin!
"I guard the gate of Pure White Hell!"
Relying on the brief clarity the pain brought, he lifted the phone and, with a "snap", smashed it to the ground, then "bang bang" stomped it with his foot, breaking the screen.
...
In the front yard of the distillery.
The barbecue was nearing its end.
The waiter brought plates of fruits and desserts from the kitchen.
"Wow, this cake is really good, can I take it home for my daughter?
"Go ahead, haha, we can’t finish it anyway."
"It’s all cream, it won’t taste good overnight."
At the nearby dining table, Bai Mo looked at the phone screen, clicked on Song Yin’s voice message, but before he could listen, the message was retracted.
"Huh?"
[Administrator retracted a member’s message]
Administrator?
The administrator of this large group is none other than Professor Zhang and Chairman Chen Shu?
Bai Mo looked up, seeing Professor Zhang’s face full of frustration.
"This... I slipped!
"I’ll send a message to ask, what’s with Song Yin?"
Bai Mo nodded.
He appeared expressionless, but was in fact on guard internally.
Unexpectedly... there really was something abnormal!
Song Yin was in the prison office, that bloody appearance, that resistance against himself, he had already seen it!
Moreover, Professor Zhang sitting next to him, probably wasn’t right either!
"West State Immortal Committee, what on earth is going on?"
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