Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 85: The Undead in the Old Industrial Area

"Hmm, 'The Undead of the Old Industrial Zone', 'The Black Skull'. Haha."

Gabey nodded slightly.

Ever since the last time a Jade Pharmaceuticals executive was attacked and killed in a high-end sanatorium, Jade Pharmaceuticals has set up a special action team to investigate the matter - to be more precise, to investigate the "anti-corporate organization" behind it.

Because similar things have happened more than once, but it was not until this time that it really attracted attention. This is obviously an organized and ritualized behavior, and it is also a provocation to Jade Pharmaceuticals.

After tracking all the way, the young man in front of them was the one who was successfully arrested.

In the recent attack on a senior nursing home, the other party even personally participated as one of the attackers.

And just now, the other party finally couldn't bear the pressure and revealed most of the information.

[The ghosts of the old industrial area].

This is the name of this newly formed anti-corporate organization, and its purpose is to take revenge on the instigators of the "Old Industrial Zone Explosion" - obviously, compared to the "accident" statement, its founders chose to believe that the "Big Explosion" was another point of view that the companies headed by Jade Pharmaceuticals abandoned the old industrial zone as an "inferior asset".

According to the young man, he accidentally entered a deep web website, which contained a brief introduction to the "Ghosts of the Old Industrial Zone" and a discussion group. After tossing and turning for a while, he joined the discussion group.

The group remains silent all year round. Only when a task is issued, an account with no name and a black skull as its avatar will come out to speak and recruit people. Young people don’t even know how many people are behind this avatar.

They called it the Black Skull.

"I have told you everything I know, you..."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Because the man in front of him - he recognized this guy. He was the head of the security department of Emerald Pharmaceuticals in Palose, a corporate dog among corporate dogs.

But at this moment, the other party turned around, pushed the door open and left the room.

"Forgive me, sir."

Watching Gaboy leave, the man who had been standing near him without saying a word sighed.

The man was wearing the standard uniform of a security department employee and looked to be in his early thirties. He turned his head and looked at the young man. "Alas, we lost a good man some time ago. You may have heard of his name, Dennis Serra, our senior executive specialist."

"Alas, it's not easy to find a pilot who has the talent to operate an advanced exoskeleton, so the commander has been in a bad mood recently. Please understand."

The young man was stunned for a moment.

But at this time, he didn't have the heart to care about these things.

"I have told my father everything I know."

"Ignorance is not a crime."

The man smiled gently and said calmly: "We are a legitimate company, Jade Pharmaceuticals. How could we embarrass an innocent old man?"

Hearing this, the young man became angry and wanted to curse out loud, but he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat, and after a moment of silence, he asked again, "How many years do you plan to keep me in prison?"

"You have committed a serious crime, my friend." Upon hearing this, the man shook his head, then counted on his fingers one by one: "Illegal possession of weapons, intentional murder, disrupting social order, damaging property. Twelve charges, and this is just 'a few years in prison'? My friend, do you need me to explain the law to you?"

"Death penalty?"

Perhaps it was because the man’s attitude was quite friendly, or perhaps he had already expected it, but after hearing the positive result, his tense mood relaxed instead, and the young man’s expression suddenly calmed down a lot.

"Ha, anyway, I killed two company dogs! It's not a loss to have someone to die with me! I..." "Wait a minute, friend, wait a minute, who said you would die?" The man interrupted the other party: "Who said you would be sentenced to death?"

The young man was stunned.

He raised his head in disbelief and couldn't help asking, "You, you guys... won't kill me?"

"My friend, you are worth more than you think."

As he was speaking, the smooth ground near the restraint chair was suddenly cut apart in regular lines, and an angular, high-tech device slowly rose up, slowly wrapping the entire restraint chair and even swallowing up the young man inside.

The young man was startled: "What is this?!"

"Sorry, I'm not from the medical department, so I can't tell you the full academic name, but to put it simply, this device is used to extract a person's 'memory'."

The man smiled and raised his index finger, gently tapping his temple:

"You know what? A person's 'memory' is actually not as reliable as he thinks."

“Even if they swear that they have personally experienced something, there will often be some discrepancies in the details because it has been so long - but they themselves will not think that this is false, because they will subconsciously rely on ‘imagination’ and ‘intuition’ to fill in these details, even if this is no longer true.”

"What we think we remember can go wrong, but our memory can't."

Hearing this, the young man understood everything in an instant, and was shocked and angry: "Did you just interrogate me simply to play with me?!"

"No, we are not that bad."

The man shook his head and spread his hands. “If a person’s attitude is very resistant, then the memory that is forcibly extracted will mostly be fragmented and incomplete.”

"So the interrogation step is necessary. It's not very useful to use the fragmented memory directly, but it is very useful to verify and supplement the information obtained from the interrogation."

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

The man turned his head and said sternly: "You are a criminal. Now you put on such a bitter and vengeful expression, making me look like a bad guy."

The young man glared, but he was no longer able to speak.

One end of the cluster line was connected to the "brain-computer interface" that had been forced to unlock long ago, and the other end was connected to the device, with indicator lights on it lighting up one by one. At the same time, a bright silver helmet slowly and steadily descended, covering the young man's face.

"Personally, I suggest you relax and stop resisting. Otherwise, when we extract your memory later, you'll probably become an idiot."

The moment before the vision fell into complete darkness.

The man's final words rang in the young man's ears.

"Ah, right."

"We will not pursue your father's case, but your crime must be made public - so we can't guarantee what others are going to do."

"But don't worry."

The man took a few steps back and put his ID card, which was slightly sticking out of his chest pocket, back into his pocket. On the card, one could vaguely see the words "Senior Executive Specialist Xu Tong".

"Your companions, and this so-called 'ghost of the old industrial area'..."

"They will be with you soon."

(End of this chapter)