Chapter 1001

Balcin knocked on the door twice in a row.

The intermittent whispering stopped abruptly, and the whole house fell into a deathly silence.

Subsequently, Balcin pushed the door open.

The room was pitch black; the sunlight was blocked outside by thick curtains and could not invade this darkness like eternal night.

A computer desk was placed in the corner facing the door; the desktop was messy to an extreme that Balcin had never seen in his life—it was piled with semi-disassembled electronic components, USB cables, crumpled chocolate wrappers, wads of waste paper, and used ballpoint pens.

A veritable garbage dump.

There was also a mouse, surrounded by the garbage dump, becoming a veritable "mouse."

In addition, there was a camera, a dust-covered display screen, and a video was playing inside.

In front of the display screen was a cheap computer chair, on which a thin young man in his twenties was slumped.

He was skinny as a skeleton, his skin showing a sickly pale color; Balcin guessed this might be caused by long-term malnutrition.

When the man turned his head, Balcin noticed the deep dark circles around his eyes, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for a year.

A nauseating stench exuded from him, even forming a visible foul air, filling the entire room.

But it was such a person who was the core of "Green," and the entire sect circled around him like a school of fish.

He was called "Red."

Looking at those eyes that looked like a skeleton, Balcin said:

"Good morning, we watched your live broadcast."

"Red" took off his headphones, slightly confused: "Who the fuck are you?"

Balcin: "I am George Balcin, from an organization, um—"

Before the words were finished, "Red" broke out with power inconsistent with his appearance like a wild dog off the leash, jumped up, swung a straight punch in mid-air, and went toward Balcin's face.

Balcin turned slightly to avoid this blow, and at the same time, raised his hand to grab the young man's firewood-like arm, pulled it forward violently, and took the opportunity to knock him on the door frame.

"Crack—"

The sound of teeth breaking sounded, and bloody foam overflowed from the corner of "Red's" mouth.

Balcin was preparing to perform ground techniques to control this injured mad dog, but just as he reached out to grab the young man's ankle, he was dodged.

"Red" used his hands and feet to open the distance, adjusted his posture, stood up again, vigilant and confronting.

Then, in the gap of turning, he groped for a soldering iron from the garbage-like debris.

It was naturally not a qualified weapon; it was very short and needed power to melt the metal.

But it was enough to cause big trouble for the unarmed Balcin.

After all, except when fighting to the death, humans always pursue a three-star perfect clearance, and bumps and bruises are avoided as much as possible, let alone having a piece of meat burned off by molten metal.

"Tsk."

Balcin's mission this time was not to kill "Red"; he could only disarm him first and then make plans.

He divided part of his mind to identify the wire behind the soldering iron to see if it was connected to the socket and whether the young man had turned on the switch.

And the moment he saw Balcin's eyeballs turn, "Red" attacked violently.

He leaned close, held the soldering iron with both hands at the same time, like holding a dagger, and pressed it hard toward the intruder's abdomen.

In an instant, the current sizzled, orange sparks splashed, and the molten metal instantly burned through Balcin's clothes.

"Red" continued to exert force, pressed down violently, and cut a big opening in Balcin's clothes; unsurprisingly, the agent had been disemboweled and was about to die.

But if there were no accidents, an accident happened.

Under the cut clothes, only a large area of tough skin and a well-trained body were revealed.

Thanks to the thaumaturgic array that every agent was equipped with, he was spared from serious injury.

Taking advantage of the moment when "Red" didn't have time to open the distance, Balcin immediately counterattacked, and a move of armpit choke cleanly clamped the young man.

His arm muscles bulged like airbags, pressing tightly against "Red's" neck from all sides, making him unable to breathe and making his brain ischemic.

"Red" was still counterattacking, constantly using elbow strikes, constantly using his heels to kick, but all were defended by Balcin.

Not long after, the young man's body softened, fainted, and lay quietly on the ground.

……

By the time the young man woke up again, his hands had been handcuffed, and he was lying on the ground like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Balcin stood in front of him, looking at him.

"Then I will save the self-introduction; this way of live broadcast dissemination is novel and unique, unprecedented."

"Compared to traditional self-help books and closed-place models, you have already sounded the horn, currently temporarily getting one point, full marks ten."

"We predict that the impact you cause will gradually diminish, however, we have also prepared containment procedures."

"We will ban your account and issue vaccination codes through official channels."

Balcin said to "Red."

"However, you are the source; using vaccination codes alone may not be of much use, physical intervention is needed."

Balcin reached into his pocket, where a pistol was hidden, which hadn't come in handy for the time being.

He took out an ophthalmoscope, the same model as an ophthalmologist.

Then he knelt on the ground, opened "Red's" right eyelid, and aimed the ophthalmoscope at the eyeball.

In an instant, a dazzling white light covered the entire pupil, making "Red" tense up instantly and stare wide-eyed.

He lay stiffly on the floor, gritting his teeth.

"This person is innocent and should not suffer the suffering you have inflicted on him. Let him go and stay away from this world from now on."

In extreme pain, "Red" spat out a question: "Who... who the hell are you?"

Balcin pressed another button without hesitation; the original pure white light instantly turned into an intricate red and blue spiral.

Accompanied by a crisp sound like bone breaking, the young man cried out in pain; it was a scream originating from the cells of the whole body, painful and desperate, until the voice was hoarse and it was difficult to make a sound.

The pain erupted from the abdomen and quickly spread to the whole body, making him breathe rapidly and curl up on the ground struggling endlessly.

By the second deep breath, his screams gradually subsided and turned into low, powerless wails.

"Don't send me back again, I beg you."

Balcin: "I won't, everything will be fine."

"Don't send me back again! I can't see! Who are you?"

Balcin: "You will regain your vision, don't worry. My name is George, what about you?"

"That is an endless abyss... never-ending." The young man wept.

He muttered incoherently, his voice grew weaker, and his eyes remained empty and dull.

"Your situation is indeed terrible now." Balcin confirmed without concealment.

The young man expressed deep agreement with this.

"Something terrible found you, occupied your body, and used your image as a puppet, manipulating you and copying you."

"The nightmare you experienced is simultaneously torturing 100,000 innocent people."

"But the good news is, we found you, and I can sense that the real you is still there."

"We have a great chance to rescue you."

"Just 'possible'?" The young man gasped and asked.

"Focus on the red and blue spiral." The ophthalmoscope in Balcin's hand was still locked tightly on the young man's eyeball.

"But I can't see it," the young man responded confusedly.

"That's because you are not directly connected to the visual nerve, but your consciousness is trapped in things connected to it."

"You can't see the specific shape of the spiral, but you can feel its existence, like a warm force flowing on the back of your hand."

Balcin's voice gradually slowed down, with a hypnotic rhythm.

"The image of the spiral constantly expands and grows in your heart, occupying more and more space."

"The more you focus on this vortex, the more you realize that you can only think of it, nothing else."

"It is like an ice crystal in the snow, recursively superimposed layer by layer until you can't move."

Under Balcin's induction, the young man seemed to fall into a trance state, and his breathing also tended to be stable.

"Even if you are blind now, your brain still instinctively tries to avoid or cover up the scene in front of you."

During this period, Balcin kept releasing toxin-like light with the ophthalmoscope, observing the eyeball, tracking the reaction of the eye, and patiently waiting for the special signal to appear.

There is no clear standard for this; it requires the agent's experience and some subjective judgment.

Balcin will wait until he can confirm it.

Finally, he released the button of the ophthalmoscope.

At this moment, the young man had been completely tamed and calmed down.