Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 651 - 650: Closure

This was the first time Yu Sheng saw such unfiltered anger on Luo's face—also the first time he had encountered the uniquely colorful language of Algerde, even if he didn't know what that so-called "Usoob Bug Nest" meant, he could feel the impactful force from that sentence on the screen. How to put it... you could say this lady was powerful with her words, and much more cultured than Erin.

Moreover, he deeply understood Luo's anger at this moment.

"Initially, it was the Hidden Monastery that discovered the Zolda Black Stone, but they didn't tell me what that thing actually was, just provided me with some information," on the screen, lines of text kept rolling, occasionally mixed with some garbled symbols, "They asked me to recommend a researcher whose spiritual talent matched the best to come into contact with that 'stone'—at the time, they hadn't told me anything about 'Eden', just offered a sky-high price, and I had no reason to refuse..."

Luo's gaze was icy: "So you 'recommended' me, didn't you?"

"I kept the spiritual energy data and... biological samples of many people here, your data was the best, and your neural specimens showed an extremely high active response to the Zolda Black Stone," the brain in the tank twitched and squirmed slightly, bubbles gurgling in the biomass solution, "So it wasn't me who chose you, it was the Zolda Black Stone that chose you—it was also you who chose that 'stone'."

Luo took a deep breath.

Yu Sheng looked at the text on the screen, but couldn't help but recall the scene he witnessed at the polluted Black Stone Space Station—within the pollution field of the Zolda Black Stone, Luo's "spiritual body" stood quietly in the lab, the souls of everyone around had been twisted and infiltrated by the power of the Dark Angel, yet her figure remained clear and stable...

Now everything made sense. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Erin stood up from Yu Sheng's shoulder, struggling to pat a mechanical limb behind Luo, the little puppet's tone uncharacteristically tinged with sympathy: "You're kinda unlucky, huh."

Luo's mechanical limb twitched subconsciously, perhaps still having a bit of PTSD from the "Red-eyed Evil Dwarf," while Erin seemingly didn't react, the little puppet thought for a moment and then shifted her tone: "But on the bright side, if it weren't for this incident, you'd still be a Black Spot Warlord, right? No chance to reject darkness and embrace the light..."

Luo gritted her teeth: "...Then I should thank you—and your 'World Bridge'."

Erin: "You're welcome! We're sisters!"

Yu Sheng coughed softly from the side, interrupting their pointless exchange: "Ask this brain one more thing, besides the 'transaction agent' and a 'delivery location' it connected with, what else does it know about the Hidden Monastery—especially that cult's hiding place."

Luo immediately nodded and turned back to continue communicating with the brain in the tank.

Taking the opportunity, Yu Sheng began to further confirm the condition of the entire Deep Rock Fortress, meticulously examining the structure of the facility with the connection of blood.

To his disappointment, this fortress seemed to hold little value for him—it was purely a "hiding place," at best could be a "house for perverts," most zones of the fortress were for Old Qiao's residence and "recreation," warehouses and "exhibition halls" were commonplace, mainly to satisfy his twisted and cruel hobbies, as for production and research facilities... Yu Sheng couldn't quite figure them out.

But that was normal, after all, this secret hiding place, no matter how large, was just a "rat hole" dug out from an asteroid, its local planetary system was even more barren and desolate than Luo's territory, the only advantage here is its distance from all flight paths, and the surrounding dangerous gravitational fractures, making it fairly safe and concealed.

Most of Old Qiao's assets—including factories, mines, trade stations, and the accompanying security forces—were certainly elsewhere.

This should be left for Luo to handle later, as a Black Spot Warlord, she should be quite familiar with this internal struggle-eat-everything-up culture of the Black Spot enterprise.

Over an hour later, Luo finally completed her "interrogation"—under the extreme nothingness brought by sensory deprivation, the prolonged torment from the distortion of time, and the growing pressure of fear, the brain soaked in the tank exhibited high cooperation, Old Qiao even began showing signs of personality collapse during his answers, his former arrogance and swagger all transformed into weakness and pleading, his consciousness of resistance disappeared without a trace.

"I've told you everything I know," the simple display screen showed line after line of green text, Yu Sheng noticed that the garbled symbols at the end of those lines were even more than before, the jumping pixels seemed to showcase an avalanche occurring on the consciousness level, "Luo, please, let me out of here... I can serve as your mechanical servant! Even as a wetware host! Luo? Luo, are you listening?"

Luo interrupted his rambling: "One last question."

A response appeared almost instantly on the screen: "Okay, I'll definitely answer, definitely!"

Luo took a soft breath, typing her question into the interactive system word by word, as if trying to turn those words into spikes, nailing them one by one into Old Qiao's brain: "The things you took from me at the time, where are they now?"

The screen once more filled with a large mass of garbled symbols, then Old Qiao's response—his fear and caution seemed soaked into each line of text: "Your spinal bone... is on display shelf 127 in this room, your skin... that piece of skin was improperly preserved, I later threw it into the recycling furnace. As for the organs that were cut off, the organs..."

Luo's face was grave: "Where are they?"

A large number of bubbles suddenly appeared in the tank, the surface of the brain twitched violently, as if rationality was making its last struggle, but emptiness and pain soon overwhelmed rationality, Old Qiao's memory broke through the barriers constructed by fear and caution, turning into text output on the screen: "...I fed them to that assistant named Su, I know she once helped you, the day I learned you got 'promoted' from Ursula's lab, I tricked her into eating your heart and liver."

Luo's breathing noticeably halted for a moment, the mechanical limbs behind her twitched slightly, and tiny electric sparks surfaced on their surface: "...Where is Su?"

"Dead... It was an accident! It really was an accident!" Every character on the screen trembled violently, and garbled symbols frantically scrolled at the end of the paragraph, "I sent her to repair the reactor..."

For some reason, at that moment, Luo's expression became extremely calm.

She just stood there quietly, watching the shriveled brain soaked in the storage tank with a face as calm as water, letting time slip by.

Tiny sparks flickered on her mechanical limbs, tracing along the connecting cables into the tank, jumping between electrodes and nerve bundles.

Minutes later, lines of text began to refresh faster and faster on the monitor next to the tank, interspersed with a large amount of garbled text, the fragmented sentences filled with pleading.

A few more minutes passed, and those words could barely form sentences anymore, with chaotic symbols occupying almost the entire screen, and brief curses and dreamlike gibberish appeared among the pleas, along with a lot of meaningless repeated single characters.

The biomass solution in the tank was tinged pink, with bubbles foaming frantically, as if boiling.

The text on the display disappeared, leaving only the occasional error symbols. The consciousness in the tank had shattered, leaving only dying murmurs drifting like a ghost through the temporary circuit formed by chips and brain nerves.

Luo slowly turned her head, her starlight-like eyes flashing with a glimmer. She looked at Yu Sheng: "Boss, I, I want to handle the wrap-up myself..."

"Okay," Yu Sheng nodded even before she finished speaking, "then we'll wait for you outside for a while."

"...Thank you." Luo lightly nodded.

Yu Sheng responded with a hum, but suddenly stopped before leaving with the others, as if remembering something, and reminded, "By the way, clean up well, and don't take too long—Changfa is still waiting for you to go back and grill mushrooms with her."

"Okay."

Yu Sheng then left the hall with Hu Li and the others. They stayed outside for a while until Luo sent a message, and only then did they return.

The tank was already empty, with a lingering pungent, burnt smell in the air.

The last cell of Old Qiao had vanished from this world.

Yu Sheng looked at the now-empty tank, then at the seemingly calmed golden-haired elf next to him, and rubbed his chin: "You didn't eat it, did you?"

Luo, who seemed to be silently contemplating something, almost burst out at this point, her eyes widening as she looked at Yu Sheng: "How could that be! I'm not a pervert—"

Before she could finish, Erin interjected, shaking her head: "But Yu Sheng often picks up things to eat outside."

Luo: "...?!"

Yu Sheng quickly waved his hand: "No no no, I've never done anything so perverted—at most, I've eaten solid things, and I make sure to cook them when possible. Luo, if you..."

"I burned it! I burned that thing!" Luo finally couldn't hold back, her eyes widened, her neck slightly flushed, and her expression was a bit hard to maintain, "You guys, no, you can't do this, I'm, my emotions are all over the place..."

But Yu Sheng only sighed lightly, quietly looking into the eyes of the Arglede Elf in front of him until she awkwardly began to avoid his gaze, and he slowly said, "Because this is the time when you can't let your emotions run wild—a single Old Qiao is already troublesome enough."

"I..."

Luo hesitated for a moment, seemingly just now realizing something.

It wasn't until then that the mechanical limbs behind her, which had been restlessly swaying, finally slowly calmed down, and the dense electric sparks crawling on the surface of the living metal slowly dissipated—as a faint sound of metal deforming filled the air, they gradually retracted into Luo's body, reforming a silver "skin" that extended from her neck down to her waist.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"You're welcome, we're all friends."