Lin Yi gently picked up Ithaway Bonnie and handed her over to Reinhart: "Take her out for rest first, leave it here to me."
Reinhar nodded, took Ithaway Bonnie, and walked out of the ward with careful arms.
After Reinhardt left with Bonnie, Lin Yi pressed a button in the room, which was an emergency call device equipped in all rooms, similar to a caller in a hospital, but here, it is rarely used.
For those incarcerated patients, the nursing home staff are more like demons from hell than redeemers.
"Send a group of awakened people to come, and send a few of them according to the degree of awakening from high to low." After Lin Yi pressed the button, he said to the communicator in a indifferent tone.
Then, he dragged a chair and sat in the middle of the room.
Not long after, the door of the room was pushed open and several awakened people in white uniforms entered one after another. "Dean, are you calling us?" The awakened man in the lead was a middle-aged man with a calm voice, but a hint of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
This group of awakened people is not formal staff of the nursing home, but the guards placed here by the council.
In order to prevent the nursing home from breaking away from his control, Speaker Harold specially arranged these "people of themselves" in key positions.
Although the daily affairs of the sanatorium are still dominated by Lin Yi, the power of the parliament has always been with him in some important links.
Among these awakened people, there are novices who have just been deployed from the military, with a little awkwardness and tension on their faces; there are also veterans who are already on the verge of their limits, with fatigue and depression in their eyes.
Their awakening levels are uneven, but without exception, they are all chess pieces carefully selected by the parliament. "It's not a thing to ask you to come here. Each of you comes to my position and stare at the pattern for a while, and tell me how you feel later. Remember, if you feel any discomfort, stop immediately."
Several awakened people looked at each other. Although they were full of doubts, they still walked to the position designated by Lin Yi in turn, and their eyes fell on the strange eyeball pattern.
The first person to go forward to try was a young awakened man who looked only in his early twenties and had a hint of tenderness on his face.
He stood in front of Lin Yi, staring at the twisted eyeball. After a few seconds, his face suddenly turned pale and his body trembled slightly, as if he had seen something terrible. "I... I felt a gaze, it seemed to be trying to swallow my consciousness." The young awakened man said in a trembling voice, then took a few steps back, gasping heavily, and a fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
Lin Yi nodded, signaling him to retreat aside, and then asked the next awakened person to come forward and try.
The next few awakened people stepped forward one after another, and their reactions were different.
Some people simply frowned and felt a sense of oppression; some people had pale faces and frivolous steps, as if they were captured by some invisible force; while others were almost unable to stand firm like the first young awakened person, and their eyes were filled with fear.
The last awakened man was a middle-aged man. He had the highest degree of awakening and was once a powerful general in the military.
Now his physical condition no longer allows him to continue fighting on the front line. The military sent him to a sanatorium, not only to allow him to use his remaining energy but also to ensure his safety.
After all, awakened people like him have long become the targets coveted by all forces.
The middle-aged man walked to the strange eye pattern and took a deep breath, as if he was adjusting his condition.
A few seconds later, his face became solemn, but instead of showing obvious fear or discomfort like other awakened people, he whispered: "Dean, this pattern... is indeed not simple. I can feel that it is connected to an unknown existence. The power is very powerful, but it seems to be limited by some kind of restraint and cannot completely descend into our world."
"Sure enough." Hearing the other party's words, a look of clarity flashed in Lin Yi's eyes.
This pattern only responds to awakened people or people with higher mental power. As for why it has no effect on Lin Yi, the reason is very simple - his soul strength has long exceeded the erosion range of this low-level means.
To put it bluntly, this pattern is just a trick to kill patient No. 17.
For an ordinary person, this kind of mental erosion may be enough to be fatal, but for slightly stronger existences, this method seems insignificant.
This is enough to prove it from the fact that many awakened people are not affected much. "Okay, thank you for your hard work in this matter." Lin Yi's eyes swept over the awakened people present.
"Everyone will go to the medical department to get a No. 4 potion later." He said this, and paused slightly, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man, with a touch of meaning in his tone, "As for you, you can get the latest No. 5 potion. If someone asks, just say I said it and let them come to me directly."
After the words, the awakened people who were just a little nervous because they were treated as a "little mouse", became excited in an instant.
Especially the middle-aged man, who could not change his face even in the face of mental erosion, had a blushing face and thick neck, and had rapid breathing, as if he was drunk.
"Thank you, Dean!" The middle-aged man stood attentively, his body stretched straight, then raised his right hand and gave Lin Yi a standard military salute.
You must know that the No. 4 and No. 5 potion in Lin Yi’s mouth are life-saving straws for awakened people.
These drugs can effectively suppress the level of awakening in their bodies and delay the risk of out-of-control.
However, the inventory of this kind of drug is extremely scarce, and ordinary people do not even have the qualifications to touch it.
Even employees who join the nursing home can only obtain it under specific conditions.
As for ordinary awakened people? That's even more important.
Even a person of the execution corps commander level like Su Xiao’s predecessor can only apply under special circumstances.
Moreover, the resistance of this drug is extremely exaggerated. Usually, after using it once, the body will develop resistance, and the effect will be directly reduced by half after the next use.
The fourth and fifth generations of medicines represent the fourth and fifth generations of medicines respectively.
The military sent these awakened people to the nursing home for the compensation, and a month was only 200 tubes of fourth-generation medicine and 500 tubes of third-generation medicine.
From this point we can see how luxurious Lin Yi’s promise just now was.
However, for Lin Yi, the most important task now is to completely integrate his subordinates' strength into a piece of iron plate.
There is not only Lin Yi, the contractor in this world. According to the prompts of the Paradise of Reincarnation, this world can be said to be a battle between contractors.
Luckily, Lin Yi's location is temporarily safe.
As a special existence in the Zur Empire, the sanatorium cannot easily access it at present.
However, this security is only temporary.
Lin Yi is very clear that once other contractors realize the value of the nursing home, it will become the focus of competition among all forces.
So he must seize this short vacuum and build the nursing home into his own fortress.
As for resource consumption? That is not a question that Lin Yi needs to consider at all.
Anyway, these resources are all from nursing homes, and he only needs to make rational use of them and convert them into his own advantages.
Thinking of this, Lin Yi's eyes fell on the middle-aged man. "What's your name?" "Rudolph Auston." "Well, come here later." "Yes." Rudolf Auston responded respectfully, then quickly left the room.
Soon, Reinhardt returned to the ward at 17th.
As for Ithaway Bonnie, she has been handed over by Reinhart to the nursing home staff and temporarily placed in a safe place.
When Reinhardt came back, Lin Yi pointed to the pattern in the corner of the wall: "Reinhardt, I need you to immediately summon the elites of the execution organ to conduct a thorough study and seal this pattern. At the same time, strengthen the vigilance here and never let anyone get close to this room."
Reinhard nodded: "I understand, I will arrange it immediately."
About an hour later, dozens of members of the execution organ quickly assembled and entered the sanatorium.
Each of these elite members is experienced and has strong strength and rich experience.
After such a large-scale operation, it is naturally impossible to escape the attention of the parliament.
As the monarch, Harold is sitting in his study, flipping through the latest information.
His brow frowned slightly, and his eyes swept quickly across the page, as if he was looking for some important information.
Since Su Xiao killed the leader of the Ghost Ring Organization, the members of the Ghost Ring seemed to have disappeared overnight.
Even the execution agencies and the intelligence forces in Harold's hands were difficult to find traces of these remaining ghosts.
Even Harold dared not ignore this level of hidden ability.
"Ghost Ring...what are you planning?" Harold whispered to himself, with a hint of solemnity in his tone.
His fingers tapped the tabletop gently, as if thinking about the next move. During this period, Harold focused almost all his energy on dealing with the ghost ring.
He didn't care too much about some of his subordinates' small moves.
After all, in his opinion, these trivial matters are far less important than the threat of Ghost Ring. "Sir, this is today's information."
Just as Harold was correcting the documents, a figure in black robe suddenly appeared in front of Harold.
Harold has long been accustomed to this situation.
He raised his head and glanced at the other party, then waved his hand, signaling the other party to report the key points directly.
The man in black robe saluted respectfully, and then whispered: "Sir, today's information shows that the execution agency suddenly mobilized dozens of elite members into the Imperial Nursing Home. The scale of the operation is large and the purpose is unclear. In addition, the deputy director of the nursing home has recently frequently contacted Reinhardt, the commander of the execution agency, and has mobilized a large amount of resources."
Harold's brow frowned slightly, and the pen in his hand paused.
A trace of thought flashed in his eyes, as if he was quickly analyzing this sudden message in his mind.
"The sudden large-scale operation of the execution agencies and nursing homes... This is no small matter."
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In the Zur Empire, the status of the execution organs and sanatoriums was like the Jinyiwei and the East Factory and the West Factory in history.
They are violent institutions directly under Harold's direct jurisdiction and have extremely high power and independence.
These two have always been checks and balances, and they maintain a delicate balance between them.
If they join forces suddenly, it can only mean one thing- there is some huge threat that has forced them to let go of their opposition and deal with it together.
"The storm is coming." Harold pinched the bridge of his nose, and a hint of worry appeared on his face.
The man in black robe lowered his head and still had a respectful voice: "According to the informant's information, some abnormal situations seem to have occurred in the nursing home recently, especially the death of Patient No. 17. The deputy director of the nursing home is very concerned about this matter and is conducting a secret investigation. His actions are very hidden, but our eyeliner still caught some clues."
A coldness flashed in Harold's eyes: "Patient No. 17? The staff member who was sent to the nursing home for offending Congressman Bell? Is there anything special about his death?"
The man in black nodded, his voice lowered, as if talking about a certain taboo: "According to our intelligence, patient No. 17 mentioned some information about the "King of Immortality" before his death. President Lin seemed to believe that this information was related to Councillor Bell. He was trying to connect the two. Although there is no conclusive evidence yet, his investigation direction has pointed to Councillor."
Hearing this, Harold's hand, who was correcting documents, shook suddenly, and a long ink mark on the nib of the pen drew a long mark on the paper, like some ominous omen.
Harold's fingers gently tapped the table, as if calculating the direction of each move.
"Send someone to secretly monitor the actions of the two people and report them to me immediately if there is any situation."
"Also, as long as they do not violate the taboos, let them check it. I want to see how many dirty things are hidden here."
Harold's tone was terrible, as if the low pressure before the storm was so heavy that it was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.
The ghost ring has already made him anxious. Before he could take a breath, new troubles followed one after another.
These enemies hidden in the dark are like a group of greedy borers, constantly gnawing on the foundation of the empire, completely angering him.
Harold's eyes fell on the documents on the table again, and his tone was filled with a hint of coldness: "Also, continue to investigate the remaining forces of the Ghost Ring. They suddenly disappeared, it must be the help of other forces. I want to see who is against us."
Harold waved his hand and signaled the man in black to retreat.
The man in black robe saluted respectfully, and his figure gradually disappeared into the shadow.
"Sanatorium, execution mechanism, Bell, ghost, Immortal King... It seems that the situation in the empire is more complicated than I thought." Harold sighed, curled up in a chair, his originally tall body now seemed hunched and old, as if all his energy had been taken away in an instant.
His eyes fell on the documents on the table. The long marks scratched by the pen tip seemed particularly dazzling under the dim light, as if an incurable wound reminded him of the severity of the situation in front of him.
At the same time, in the nursing home, Lin Yi stood in the dean's office of the madman asylum, staring calmly at Herbert Abbott sitting behind the desk.
Dean Herbert is over 60 years old, and his gray hair and tired face make him look older than his actual age.
He raised his head and looked straight at Lin Yi, with a hint of temptation in his tone: "Director Lin, your actions seem to be a little...frequent recently."
Lin Yi smiled slightly and said calmly: "Director, I am just performing my duties. The patients in the sanatorium need our care, and the safety of the empire also needs us to maintain."
Dean Herbert nodded slightly, but the suspicion in his eyes did not dissipate.
He leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his hands on the table, and his tone was meaningful: "Responsibility? President Lin, your work seems to have exceeded the scope of the nursing home. The execution agency is not a subordinate of the nursing home."
Lin Yi's eyes remained calm: "Dean, the execution agency and the nursing home are institutions serving the empire. We have only carried out necessary cooperation in certain matters. For the benefit of the empire, this kind of cooperation is inevitable."
"Is that right?" Herbert smiled and did not continue to entangle with Lin Yi on this matter. "I hope you don't forget this sentence. Also, there are not many materials for potion No. 5, so give it to your own people first. You can deal with other potions at will." After saying this, Herbert waved his hand at Lin Yi, indicating that he had other things to deal with.
Lin Yi raised his eyebrows after hearing Herbert's words, obviously not expecting that Herbert called him over to say these two sentences.
He had already made a whole set of rhetorics and was ready to deal with Herbert's doubts, but he didn't expect that it would be useless in the end.
After leaving the office, Lin Yi looked back at Herbert. The old man who was nearly sixty years old was leaning on the chair at this moment, with a lazy expression, as if he was just an ordinary old man, and had nothing to do with the power of the giant Imperial Sanatorium.
But Lin Yi knew that all this was just a carefully woven illusion.
How can a person who can sit in the position of the dean of the Imperial Sanatorium and sit firmly for many years be just an ordinary person? The sanatorium, which is the institution that is on the surface responsible for treating patients, is actually one of the most secret violent institutions in the empire, and is even half a level higher than the execution agency.
Whoever believes that Herbert is just an ordinary person will definitely be eaten by the other party.
You should know that since Harold came to power, the dean of the Imperial Sanatorium has been Herbert, but the vice president has been replaced for a total of six.
The fate of each deputy director is self-evident. He either disappears quietly or is transferred to the marginal department, and there is no news since then.
Herbert's status has never been shaken.
Although Herbert's words just now were obscure, the meaning was obvious enough - he would not interfere with Lin Yi's actions, at least not for the time being.
This is undoubtedly good news for Lin Yi.
When Lin Yi returned to the office, Rudolph Auston had been waiting here for a long time.
He sat in a chair in the corner, with his hands crossed on his knees, breathing smoothly, and obviously the effect of the No. 5 potion is very significant.
When Lin Yi came in, Rudolph immediately stood up.
Lin Yi nodded and signaled him to sit down: "Rudolph, I need you to do something for me."
"Just give your order."
"Does there many people in the army know you?"
Rudolph shook his head and replied, "Not many. I was mainly responsible for lurking and assassination missions in the Fourth Group before, and rarely contacted other combat troops. My identity has always been confidential, and only a few senior officials know about my existence."
Lin Yi nodded, as if he was satisfied with this answer. "Very good, I need you to secretly investigate the whereabouts of Councillor Bell. Remember, this matter must be kept confidential, and don't let anyone know except you and me."
After hearing Lin Yi's order, a trace of surprise flashed in Rudolph's eyes, but he quickly returned to his peace.
"I understand."
Rudolph Auston did not ask Lin Yi why. As a member of the assassination force, he knew very well that the more he knew, the faster he died.
In this case, he only needs to be responsible for carrying out the task and does not need to ask why.
"Need other help?"
Rudolph hesitated for a moment, then said, "Dean, if possible, can I let my other brothers participate? They are all professional lurkers, and with their help, this mission can be carried out more smoothly."
"Can you keep the secret?"
"We have all undergone professional anti-interrogation training. Once captured, we will not leave any information to the enemy."
Lin Yi was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes. Go and gather your people together. From then on, you will be the Crow Squad under the sanatorium. But you will not have any organization, and once you are captured, I will not rescue you. Do you understand?"
"Import." Rudolph Auston's voice did not fluctuate at all, as if what Lin Yi said was just a very ordinary thing.
Lin Yi looked at Rudolph with a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
"Go and act as soon as possible. I need results, the faster the better." (End of this chapter)