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unfamiliar ceiling...

Yake opened his eyes again, and saw the bright fluorescent lamps and the plain concrete roof, which felt a bit like a field hospital.

"Where is this? My head hurts..." Yake covered his head, and the memories of the previous scenes gradually became clear.

"I remember being shot down...Why did I appear in the hospital? Did the Imperial Army win and rescue me?" While Yake was thinking, the patrolling nurse noticed that he was awake, so he pressed the button on the communicator. After a few clicks, the report said: "No. A7 has woken up, do you want to take him to ask? Okay, I understand."

Yake saw the black crystal on the back of the nurse's hand, and was stunned. It was the sign of the infected person. Only the infected person could have such a strong crystallization of soul power fluctuations.

The nurse seemed to have noticed Yake's eyes, and shook the back of her hand to him: "Are you looking at my spar?"

Yake nodded subconsciously.

"The spar that grows on the back of the hand does not affect daily life. I think it is pretty good-looking, so there is no surgery to remove it. Where the spar grows depends on luck. It is said that some people have spar that grows under the eyes. Like a tear mole."

Yake's focus is not on the spar, but the identity of the nurse. There is no doubt that she is an infected person, and according to her meaning, there are many infected people here.

"Is this a hospital for infected people?"

The nurse nodded: "Yes."

"Then am I captured? Why don't you kill me?"

"I don't know, and I have no right to answer you. Someone will interrogate you soon. If you want to know, you can ask them." The nurse said while injecting Yake with something.

Yake didn't resist, and he knew it with his toes. In this kind of place, the end of resistance, don't look at the weak girl in front of him, but she is an infected person, and the infection time is definitely longer than that of Yake. Whether the three-legged cat's kung fu can beat the little nurse in front of him or not.

"What did you inject me with? Can this be said?"

The nurse put away the needle in her hand, nodded and said: "This is a drug to stabilize the infection. After injection, it can inhibit the crystallization in the blood, reduce the probability of crystallization puncturing arteries and causing massive bleeding, and also reduce the difficulty of surgery to remove the crystallization. "

This knowledge seems to be common sense to the infected, and there is nothing worth hiding.

However, the whole picture can be seen at a glance, but it is not difficult to see from this tube of potion that the medical level of the infected is not low, and even the technical level of how to remove the crystals from the infected person is far beyond the empire.

The infected people in Yake's imagination are not what they are now. He often needs to fly a fighter plane and patrol the sky above the infected people. With his strong eyesight, he can almost see the daily life of the infected people clearly.

He remembered that the conditions were no different from those of refugees. The streets were dirty and full of garbage, and there were temporary shacks on both sides. All drugs are obtained through airdrops from colleagues.

No matter how you think about it, such modern medical facilities should not appear. The only relatively high possibility is that only a few high-status infected people monopolize the resources of the airdrop, which may maintain such excellent medical expenses.

But this made Yake fall into new doubts, if the facts are really the same as he guessed.That didn't explain why the infected would treat him so well as a captive.

Many doubts hovered in his heart, but he couldn't get a result.We can only wait until we are asked and try to get some information.

Anyway?He has already ruined the major affairs of the infected. Even if the infected have their own order, they must want to kill him when they meet him.

Yake ignored one point, that is, he himself is also an infected person. He has just been infected for more than a week, and he has no way to accept his new identity at all.

There was no window in the room, and Yake didn't know how long it had been. He only felt that his body gradually regained his sense of limbs, and the effect of the anesthetic gradually faded, replaced by unbearable pain.

Just at this moment, you violently pushed open the door of the ward to the guards, picked him up from the bed, and dragged him to the interrogation room.

He seemed to be in a huge building.The styles of the buildings are similar.Simple concrete walls and bright fluorescent lamps, monotonous without any extra color.

The interrogation room was different from what he had imagined. There were no hideous and frightening instruments of torture, only tables and chairs placed opposite each other. Compared with other rooms, the only configuration that was different here was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Yake guessed based on his service experience that the mirror should be a one-way glass, and someone might be watching him on the other side of the mirror.

Although Yake was already covered in cold sweat from pain and couldn't use his strength, the guard still locked his hands on the armrest of the chair. It seemed that the ritual of the handcuffs was much greater than his actual effect.

Sitting opposite Te was a middle-aged man who couldn't see his face clearly because he was in the standard posture of Ikogendo, half of his face was blocked by his hands with crossed index fingers.

"Name."

Yake looked at the interrogator who only showed half of his face, and rolled his eyes: "Didn't you already get my household registration card?"

The interrogator snorted, finally put down his hands, and filled out a form, asking, "Gender."

"You can do it yourself."

"You are very uncooperative. I can only say that this is a rather reckless decision for you." The interrogator closed the notebook: "You know what you have done. If you want to survive, I advise you to cooperate obediently."

"Then you should also understand that when one of my mechas charges against your more than 500 fighters, I am ready to die." Yake was unmoved by the threat.

The interrogator recorded silently and continued to ask blankly. Yake either said nothing or taunted him, but the interrogator didn't seem to care whether Yake was willing to answer, while the people behind the one-way mirror were busy According to the records, inferences can be made through various clues on Yake.

"So the target doesn't cooperate and is full of hostility, but it is easy to see from his performance that he himself doesn't know the answer to our question. As an ace pilot, he is very concerned about the strategy of the Imperial Army Knowing nothing, this is not normal.

A soldier with such a strong performance like him, even if his military rank is not high, is definitely entitled to know many secrets, and he knows nothing about the information that many ordinary soldiers know. "

[To be continued]

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