Hunter of Mysterious Creature

Chapter 737 - 33: The Client

"Yesterday," Sun Hang answered casually.

"Y-Yesterday?!" Ganna couldn't help but doubt his hearing again...

"This girl is the first psychic with the ability to absorb negative emotions trained by that research institute," Sun Hang said. "I brought her over to see if she can resolve the sudden anomaly events caused by negative emotions."

"Trained... You mean, such psychics... can be mass-produced?!" Ganna's eyes widened instantly. As a member of the Disaster Response Committee, he was well aware of the terrifying positive impact if an ability like Xue Yue's could be mass-produced...

Conservative estimates suggest that with a group of such special psychics, in the future outbreak of the second anomalous war, the human camp's victory rate would increase by at least five... no, ten percentage points!

This is an existence that could sway the balance of victory and defeat!

Ganna's gaze towards Xue Yue suddenly became fervent, so fervent that Sun Hang even started to suspect whether this guy was a hidden copper fetishist.

"O-Okay... I understand." The psychologist said, "Should I go pack up my things now?"

"No need to rush, finish your work for the day first," Sun Hang said. "How many hours until you finish work?"

"The psychological consultation room is open 24 hours. We have three groups of doctors, a total of six people taking shifts," another psychologist who hadn't shown any sign of anomaly answered. "It's a little over an hour until our shift ends."

"Alright, then carry on. I'll just observe from the side."

"Actually, when you came in, we had just talked with a consultant... As per the regulations, there's a five-minute interval between each consultation for our rest and to check the archival records... It's already a bit overtime," the psychologist showing mild anomaly symptoms had put his sleeve down, picked up the file nearby, and handed it to his colleague.

"Let the next consultant in," Ganna said.

One psychologist pressed a button on the table, and the indicator light on the door on the other side of the consultation room turned from red to green. A soldier with a weary expression pushed the door open and walked in.

At that moment, Xue Yue wanted to say something, but Sun Hang frowned and placed a hand on her shoulder, signaling her to stay silent.

In the eyes of Sun Hang and Xue Yue, the black mist cloaking him was even more substantial than that around the two psychologists combined.

As he entered the room, the black mist began to spread, filling the entire consultation room — from Sun Hang's perspective, the lights in the room dimmed by several notches.

The soldier wobbled to the center of the room and sat down on the armchair specifically prepared for consultants.

As soon as he sat down, the device on the other side of the consultation room, meant for detecting anomalous memes, started beeping incessantly.

The two psychologists instinctively moved to press the alarm button, but they suddenly realized Sun Hang standing beside them hadn't made any move, causing their hands hovering over the alarm to freeze.

They turned their heads and looked towards Sun Hang with questioning eyes, and Sun Hang gently shook his head at them.

"The intercom isn't on yet; he can't hear us now," the psychologist who showed mild anomaly symptoms asked, "What should we do?"

"He's different from you; he's beyond saving," Sun Hang shook his head. "Physical anomaly isn't a big deal; the key is that his consciousness has already been severely eroded, which is irreversible."

Even if Sun Hang extracted the anomalous meme from this soldier's body like he did with Wang Xiyi, it would be difficult for this soldier to return to a normal state.

In the mildest case, he'd be left in a vegetative state or suffer from dementia; in the worst, he might suffer instant brain death.

His brain structure has been irreversibly "modified" under the influence of the anomalous meme, now operating solely due to the mutant tissues produced by the meme. Once these memes are removed, these mutant tissues would also die off.

It's like a program running with a bug; with the bug, although it keeps throwing errors, at least it continues to run. But if those bugs were entirely removed, this program would most likely crash completely.

"Shouldn't we then..." Ganna made a throat-cutting gesture.

"Eventual neutralization is inevitable," Sun Hang said, "but before that, communicate with him. I want to understand the reason behind his current state. Don't worry about him turning into an anomaly or influencing you with his negative emotions while I'm here."

"Alright..." The psychologist nodded and then pressed the intercom switch.

"Hello," the psychologist asked as gently as possible.

"Hel...lo..." The soldier's voice was a bit sluggish, seemingly carrying a hint of sobbing.

"You seem a bit down," the psychologist asked.

Psychologists, unlike ordinary doctors, don't ask about symptoms directly. Instead, they chat with the patients as if they were ordinary friends, using dialogue to guide patients to express their hidden inner thoughts and discover the root issues.

But it's for this very reason that these two psychologists have accumulated so much negative emotion themselves.

They are like garbage bins for negative emotions — while they repel these emotions as much as possible during consultations, to effectively guide the consultant's emotions, they have no choice but to empathize forcibly. Coupled with long-term high-intensity workloads... over time, even with self-administered psychological decomposition, it is challenging to avoid being "polluted."

"The healer's wound" is probably what this is.

"I saw her... I saw her there..." The soldier sitting on the armchair was trembling slightly, muttering.

"Whom did you see? Where did you see her?" The psychologist in charge of reception continued to ask in a warm tone while his colleague quickly searched the soldier's file on the computer.

"He was on a reconnaissance mission three days ago... His squad went about two hundred meters deep into the Baikal Remains and then returned to the camp. It's one of those rare squads where everyone returned safely," the psychologist checking the records whispered. "Moreover, after returning, none of the other squad members showed any abnormal behavior except him."

"I saw her... in the city..." The soldier continued muttering to himself.

Sun Hang noticed that the flesh under his training uniform seemed to have started mutating.