Dr. Xisen held up the photo and thought hard, his brows knitted together.
Seeing the constipated expression on the doctor's face, Li Liang sighed silently and said: "Don't worry, doctor, I'll leave the photo for you, think about it slowly."
"Tsk, it's hard to recognize the face." Messi's eyes flicked back and forth between the photo and Dr. Sisson's face. "Brother, I see that this girl looks a bit like you, let alone your distant nephew. Bar."
"Ah?" Dr. Sisson opened his mouth in confusion, "Putnam?"
Li Liang waved his hand: "Ignore him, doctor," he said, sitting back on the bed, rubbing his face and asking, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Four or so hours," Massey snorted, "don't forget to say hello next time you have a seizure."
"This is strange," Li Liang slowly packed his backpack and counted more than thirty Hermes Dreams. They still looked fresh, indicating that they would not break if stored at room temperature. However, Flora's memory of the "strange-smelling flower" was a bit wilted, and due to the bumpy days, many flower bones were squeezed out and the petals were scattered in the backpack.
Two popular science books on the spiritual world, two story books, the communicator, the sketches obtained from the drone maintenance base, and the map of Zhongjing are all still there.
The heavy backpack was so full that the monkey kept dragging it around.
Thinking of this, Li Liang took out a few scattered "strange-smelling flower" petals from his backpack and stuffed them into his mouth, then picked out some Chong Zhi Zhi and made a gesture.
Zhizhi just recovered from the confusion and waved his furry little hands.
"It definitely doesn't taste like carrot this time," Li Liang said vaguely.
Flora's memories will randomly change into the flavor in the eater's memory. Now that the monkey has eaten a lot of delicious food, mint-flavored radish is no longer the only thing in his memory.
Zhizhi took it dubiously, stuffed a piece into his mouth, immediately smiled, grabbed his backpack, and ran to the corner to eat.
"Eat the loose food first, don't spoil the food," Li Liang instructed.
Zhizhi~
Mesai on the side said in surprise: "Hey~ Jasmine flowers feed the monkeys," then he came closer and said with a smile, "Li Liang, what are you eating?"
"This is not for the elderly." Li Liang swallowed a mouthful of chocolate-flavored juice. "It's harmful to the body."
Before he fully understood this magical plant, he would not dare to let ordinary people around him try it.
"Oh," Massey suddenly said, "aphrodisiac."
"..."
Li Liang glanced at the young people at the door who looked eager to try.
"Ahem, um, Mr. Li Liang, let's wait outside," several people said, pushing and shoving and sneaking out.
Mizuno stood up, tugged the hair around his ears, and said with a chuckle: "These people were sent by the Lord to protect Dr. Sisen and Mr. Messi."
"Well," Li Liang turned to Mesai and said, "Don't eat it, boss. No kidding, this is a submarine. If you eat something bad, there will be no place to bury you."
"Get out of here," Massey squatted next to the monkey and rummaged through his backpack. He first took out the book, flipped through it and threw it aside. Finally, he found a few drone sketches and read them with interest.
Dr. Xisen sat back on the sofa and continued to think hard.
The room fell silent.
Li Liang patted the edge of the bed: "Sit."
"Thank you," Mizuno sat down obediently aside, with his back straight, his legs together, and his hands on his knees.
"How's the progress on K's side?" Li Liang asked, stroking the double-ring on his right hand.
"They have already set off. Three submarines, one going to Xinao City and one going to Mexico City. K and Tu Ran went to Zhongjing in person. They have cut off contact at the moment and plan to return within twelve hours. If something happens, the next one will A group of people will be there to help.”
"Okay," Li Liang nodded, "Where's Cain?"
"The Lord begins the second cleansing of the Defiant while selecting the right people for the next plan," Mizuno smiled.
"Well, tell her to be safe, and you, too," Li Liang said seriously, "With so many people on the submarine, there must be many hidden loyalists to Carlos."
Mizuno leaned forward slightly: "Thank you, Dr. Xisen also sent Daji to assist the Lord, and his previous speech calmed people's hearts. As far as I know, the Lord's actions went smoothly."
"Okay," Li Liang thought for a moment, "let's go see Li Zhenguan."
After saying that, he stood up and said to Mesai: "Watch the monkey and don't let it eat too much."
"I know," Massey said casually, staring down at the drone sketch, "You hear me, I won't let you eat more. We are on the submarine. If you eat too much, I will find a female monkey for you somewhere."
Zhizhi immediately stopped chewing and opened his mouth with half a leaf still in his mouth.
"..."
Li Liang shook his head, and without disturbing Dr. Xisen, who was still staring at the photo and thinking about it, he turned around and walked out of the door with Shui Ye.
There were more people along the way, and it was obvious that Cain's speech had an effect.
It is indeed necessary to stabilize the morale of the military.
Twenty minutes later.
The two came outside the cabin where Li Zhenguan was detained.
Standing at the door were four fully armed members of the Mayfly, all of whom were equipped with mechanical prostheses. Three were arms, and one had a metal back of his head. This was also one of the characteristics of the Mayfly members.
In most cities, mechanical modification belongs to gang culture, and people in normal need often choose bionic prosthetics that are invisible to others.
Due to the limited strength of the connection between the machine and the body, the aesthetic demand for this level of modification is actually higher than the actual function.
For example, Carlos's transformation is just a showpiece, but Cain's robot hand is a high-end product, with both aesthetics and functionality.
Among the four guards, the fat man with tattoos on his face held a gun and nodded: "Mr. Li Liang."
"Well," Li Liang asked casually, "How was it?"
The fat man made way to open the door and said with a smile: "It's almost done."
A dazzling red light shines from the hatch glass window, which at first glance looks like it is installed on the boiler.
Li Liang leaned closer and took a look inside with squinted eyes.
A huge halogen lamp was placed on one side of the room, illuminating Li Zhenguan who was fixed on a chair on the other side.
At this moment, the former director of the Order Bureau was sweating profusely, closing his eyes tightly, and the fat on his face was twitching in pain.
"Did you say something?" Li Liang asked.
"I asked for cigarettes and water, but I didn't give them." The fat man thought for a while, "He also said that he wanted to talk to you, so we gave him a good whip. He is a tough guy anyway."
Li Liang stared at Li Zhenguan inside through the hatch glass and smiled: "How did you tell?"
"I've never scolded anyone," the fat man snorted, "I guess I can still carry it for three or four days."
"Um."
Li Liang was silent for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Are there any hallucinogens on board the Defiant?"
"Haha, not enough food, enough hallucinogens." The fat man took out a tube of injection from his pocket: "Mengqing No. 8, my favorite."
Li Liang took the plastic tube, shook it at the lamp, and whispered: "Who knows the best about hallucinogens on the boat?"
"Balentine," the fat man said without hesitation, "a master of art."
"Call him over."
Li Liang is very satisfied that he can be called an art master by the illiterate people, which shows that Balentine's skills are very artistic.
More than ten minutes later.
Balentine trotted over: "Hey, boss, boss, you say it, you say it."
"I heard that you know about hallucinogens?" Li Liang smiled.
"Yes, we... ah no, I have some friends who like to study bottles and cans, mainly those on the market. How can I put it, not enough," Balentine still had a glib tone.
"Okay," Li Liang smiled, "You ask your friends to prepare a mixed hallucinogen according to my requirements."
"What effect do you want?"
Li Liang lowered his eyes, rubbed the ring on his right hand, and said calmly: "Strong visual hallucinations, sensitive touch, amplified emotions, and slowed down time."
There are very few spirits in this double-ring ring, and he doesn't understand spiritual magic.
However, he knew very well that it didn't necessarily require magic to make people fearful.
