The room next to the lecture hall is the waiting room.
The room was square, with patches of wall cancer on the walls, and it looked like it hadn't been renovated for a long time. Chairs were neatly arranged in the room, and surveillance cameras were hung in the four corners. Except for the boy who was whipped, the rest were sent inside, waiting for a one-on-one interview with the interrogator, in order to lay a foundation for their initial impression and personality assessment.
There were many interrogators sent by the Evil Tower to conduct the evaluation, and more than a dozen people were called away at one time.
Sitting next to Xu Qingran was the brother and sister they met in the elevator. After the panic that lasted for half a day, the sister seemed to be even more confused and helpless, and she only dared to hold her brother's hand and never leave.
While waiting, he discussed with the system the Type D Psychic he had just heard about.
He remembered that his childhood sweetheart's father, Lu Wennian, valued this type D person very much. And Xu Qing'an's expression at the time was obviously very envious. Now that he heard that it could also play a role in restricting type E people, he became a little interested.
System Encyclopedia: "D-type soul power (full name Dominator), also known as the ruler."
Similar to Type E, they are one of the rarest types of Psychics, and they also only make up a very small number of the population, and may even be lower than Type E. They are so called because they can "control" the strongest humanoid weapons, namely Type E Extremists.
It is said that as long as you control the D type that matches the E type, you can completely control them.
Therefore, D-type personnel are both precious and important to the Empire. In addition to being able to free powerful E-types from the evil tower and use them for the Empire, D-types can also become powerful logistics for the military. The main reason is that the mental pool of D-types is quite special. They have a mental power recovery speed that is 2-30 times faster than that of ordinary people. The higher the level of the mental pool, the deeper the mental power and the faster the recovery speed.
Therefore, their mental strength can be shared with comrades who have been over-exhausted.
"In contrast, as a person with super talents, the E-type has the slowest mental recovery speed among all types, 4-5 times slower than ordinary people. If they encounter trouble alone, the slow mental recovery speed will greatly increase the threat to their lives."
That’s why Type D is their most suitable partner. A strong Type D can not only fight and carry, but can also provide reinforcements to teammates through simple mental interactions, improve their endurance and ensure safety.
It's simply the E-type dream type.
After the system finished speaking, it added: "However, even if these two types are recognized as the best combination, the probability of matching is not high. People of these two types are very strange and have their own different ideas and personalities."
"Type D is fine, they are compatible with all types of people, and have a higher chance of being single. Type E has a bad temper and is very picky, so I can only say that they deserve to be alone!"
"… "
Xu Qingran took out a fever-reducing pill from his pocket, put it into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it directly.
It was interesting, but he didn't particularly like any of them.
Especially for type D, when they join the army, they not only have to kill monsters but also be a nurse. If there is another person who is highly compatible with them, they will also have to carry a burden.
He looked down at the small word "unknown" on his watch and thought, I hope the world won't cheat him. It's already annoying to have Shen Tingyu who needs a strategy, and he doesn't want to be forced to match with some E-type psychopath.
As time went by, more and more people were called out of the room, and none of them came back. They were probably sent to the next place. Xu Qingran's row was the last batch. When the guards led them out, they suddenly called out the older brother of the brother and sister in front.
"Just you, come with me, the interrogator who will be talking to you is on the other side."
When the younger sister saw her brother was about to be taken away, she instantly lost her sense of security and held onto his arm tightly: "No, I don't want to be separated from my brother!"
Xu Qingran, who was walking behind them, was also stopped.
Looking in the direction the guard pointed, one could see the dark and deep end of the corridor, leading to an unknown place. Looking at the people who were taken away for interrogation, none of them were placed so far away, which made it hard for people not to think and hesitate.
The guard was unreasonable and said fiercely: "It's just a question. As long as you two don't make any big mistakes, you can meet soon! Let's go, don't waste time!"
After hearing this, the girl cried and hugged her brother even tighter, refusing to let go.
Xu Qingran looked at her, his head aching slightly from the continuous crying.
"What? You specially picked someone to bring to such a far place. Are you planning to take advantage of him?" The young man's voice was still slightly hoarse, and he seemed particularly contemptuous and calm amid the crying.
The guard who was busy dealing with the two children rolled his eyes when he heard this.
I thought to myself - who do I think I am to deserve the unspoken rule of the guy in the room
He turned around and was about to complain, but after seeing the appearance and figure of the person who spoke, he swallowed it back silently.
It’s hard to say.
The crying sound slowly stopped, and two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, looked straight at the particularly handsome young man behind them, as if they had seen a savior.
The guard cleared his throat and was about to restore his dignity when he heard the young man say, "Both of them are still minors. I don't recommend it."
Then she raised her eyes slightly, and the look under her long eyelashes was clear and cold.
"If you want to dive, dive me. I'm an adult."
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In the temporarily vacated interrogation room, there was only a small table and two chairs placed facing each other.
Shen Tingyu held a fountain pen in his hand, tapping the pen cap on the table from time to time. He looked down at the old interrogator's name tag on his chest, which the warden had found from somewhere, and suddenly laughed softly at the empty room.
Every time he came to the Evil Tower, he had to stay for at least a few days before returning to report, otherwise he would be punished by the commander-in-chief of the Golden Wing Battalion as a passive worker and his merits would be deducted. So it was not a big deal to come and help examine the E-type potential people.
But when people actually sat in this room, they suddenly felt that this action was childish and ridiculous.
After waiting for a while, no one came over. Just as I was about to get up and end this farce, I suddenly heard a noise at the door.
"Take off your coat and take out everything on your body." Someone finally came to the front of the room. The guards on duty strictly followed the rules to search for contraband on the person to be interrogated. They only let the person in after confirming that he would not pose a threat to the interrogator in the room.
There is a kind of person who will leave a deep impression in others' minds at the first sight.
This was Shen Tingyu's thought after seeing the young man sitting in front of him.
He looked to be in his teens or twenties, and was stunningly handsome, with a fair complexion like that of a young master from an aristocratic family who had never suffered the slightest hardship. But in those beautiful, affectionate peach blossom eyes, there lay two bottomless cold pools, as if hiding countless blood blades that could freeze anyone who looked into his eyes.
The most important thing is that he has been very confident since he came in, and he has no fear even if he may have to face unknown punishment.
This is an interesting soul.
Shen Tingyu thought, it was also a soul that had killed someone.
He stopped tapping his pen, and a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes.
This time, the old tower leader did bet on a seedling with a high probability of being type E. He thought it was a bit fun, but he didn't like it very much.
After all, similar soul types will only make him want to destroy it with his own hands.
While thinking, his eyes inadvertently swept from the bandage on the other person's neck to the black casual clothes he was wearing.
Then his eyes paused and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What is your name?"
At the same time, Xu Qingran was also looking at the interrogator in front of him.
It was a bit unexpected.
The man's hair was very black, as black as ink, but his eyes were very blue and beautiful, like an endless deep sea. He had a very strong energy, probably because his spiritual pool was at a very high level. If someone with a weak mind looked into his eyes, they would probably fall into the abyss in his eyes.
Xu Qingran was mainly surprised that his temperament was not in harmony with this shabby and simple evil tower. He was indeed very good-looking - this was Xu Qingran's highest evaluation of the appearance of a person he met for the first time. His demeanor was calm and elegant like an aristocrat, and his collar was buttoned up to the highest point, looking abstinent and distant.
Although he didn't show it deliberately, one could still sense that he had the natural aura of a superior.
He thought that maybe he was the leader of the interrogators, so it was no wonder that he had to go through special procedures.
Then he glanced at the name tag on his chest, and his expression suddenly became subtle.
“Niu Yaoyao, haha.” The system screamed, “Help! How can such a noble face be given such a name? Such a beautiful face is wasted!”
It was rare for Xu Qingran to agree with its point of view.
The interrogator, surnamed Niu, was wearing the traditional black and gold color scheme of the Golden Wing Battalion. His voice was a little deep, but it was enticing, and his pronunciation was clear, allowing people to concentrate on his questions.
He remained calm and replied in a hoarse voice, "Xu Qingran."
What was neither surprising nor surprising was that the other party had heard of this name: "It turns out that the person who has been making a lot of noise online these days is you."
Xu Qingran did not comment.
"You're bolder than I thought..." The man said in a light tone, glancing at his clothes. When his eyes met his, there was a hint of an unknown smile on his face, "You're even bolder."
Xu Qingran frowned slightly and subconsciously lowered his head following his little gesture.
On the all-black round-necked shirt, two rows of short white English words were printed in a monotonous design.
Translated into Chinese, it only has two words.
—Fuck me.
Xu Qingran was silent for half a minute.
This may be the consequence of not choosing clothes when going out.
The other person in the room was also very patient and did not interrupt his emotional immersion.
Until he raised his head again, there was no trace of shame on his face, but he leaned back in his chair in a relaxed posture.
He raised his eyes, and the carefree look in his eyes was filled with a hint of coldness: "There are many people who want to sleep with me, but so far, no one has succeeded."
He sneered: "Why? Commander Niu, do you want to try it too?"
(End of this chapter)