Although Ren Zhong also knew this idea was inexplicable, intuition told him that it was very likely the truth.
A person who managed to evade the "Net's" surveillance since the age of eight and survived till now, shouldn't be captured so easily ten years later, especially after the "Net" has been eliminated.
Moreover, Ren Zhong felt that if he could directly see the abnormality in this person, there was no reason other Source Star people were all fools; they should more or less have so sense of it.
But strangely, No. 38 was so easily sold as "scrap" by the ngdu Group, which was truly baffling.
Based on today's anomalies in the ga arena, Ren Zhong even believed that the commotion in the ngdu Group's laboratory could be related to No. 38.
Ren Zhong further speculated that No. 38 likely mutated to develop so kind of ability similar to ntal control.
He could "infect" and control his target upon close contact, like hypnosis.
But Ren Zhong still had doubts.
Other mbers of the Self-help Alliance did not show obvious signs of being under ntal control; only at the initial contact with No. 38 did they appear sowhat abnormal, but once integrated into the group, their thoughts remained agile, their logic clear, and their behavior showed no abnormalities.
After the initial short contact, they truly seed to wholeheartedly trust every word of No. 38, as if they had known each other for decades.
Furthermore, the total number of the Self-help Alliance had exceeded a thousand people, and Ren Zhong could not imagine how strong one person's spiritual power or hypnotism had to be to stably control so many people simultaneously.
This was also unreasonable.
This unreasonableness was precisely what puzzled Ren Zhong.
He again brought up the ga arena's footage in the hibernation space, observing the No. 38 who had been forcibly hypnotized.
The young man was not tall, and he looked harmless, with a number on his shoulder, beneath which was a thumbnail-sized QR code pattern.
Enlarging the QR code for scanning would reveal his volunteer information, showing he was from the ngdu Group's Biological Laboratory.
This should be the "scrap label" reapplied with indelible paint after he was captured and returned to the laboratory a few days ago.
Ren Zhong was scanning the label at this mont, also seeing the comnts given by ngdu Group staff, which generally stated that this person was unremarkable, held no value, posed no threat, and could be sold with other failed samples as goods to extract so residual value.
"What exactly is this person's ability, and what is his goal?"
Ren Zhong pondered this question.
After a long ti, he slightly shook his head in the hibernation space.
He could not obtain a definite answer.
During this ti, Ren Zhong had carefully considered whether to give Hu Yang the order to get rid of No. 38 at any cost the next day.
The most practical thod was to instruct her to pretend to accept the opponent's negotiation request, lure the person over, and then shoot from a distance without face-to-face contact.
But this idea was quickly extinguished by Ren Zhong as soon as it arose.
Ren Zhong asked himself if he could easily sentence soone to death based on unfounded "evil."
After all, until now, No. 38 had not committed any murders. Even snatching people from Hu Yang's hands was only human nature.
Everyone was doing the sa.
If he truly ordered Hu Yang to attack the opponent due to subconscious wariness, it would be unfair, and would make him no different from the "Net" that sentenced people to death based solely on data models.
With this mindset, Ren Zhong restrained the murderous intent and fell into a deep sleep instead.
Upon waking, Ren Zhong and Zhou Ya each went to the restroom in the booth area for a quick wash, then each laid down to wait for the ga to start after a simple breakfast.
Zhou Ya occasionally glanced at Ren Zhong, lying on the sofa lost in thought, knowing he was probably calculating sothing again, feeling intrigued but not daring to ask.
After a long ti, as ti approached 6:50, Ren Zhong finally lowered his hand, adjusted the couch back upright, and sat up, his eyes flickering with strange brilliance.
Zhou Ya: "What's wrong?"
Ren Zhong: "This ga will soon be over."
Zhou Ya: "Huh?"
With a piercing alarm, the ti promptly reached 7:00 AM.
All the contestants who were still asleep at the previous mont were startled awake by the piercing alarm, quickly opening their eyes, and scrambling up from the cold, damp ground, stretching their bodies, and communicating expectantly or helplessly with the players behind them.
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