The incandescent light bulb above the head is bright. Unlike the backward outside world, the building hidden under the mental hospital has been widely used in electrical equipment.

They advanced through the maze-like building and came to a room with a heavy lead door.

"Go in."

The man in black trench coat, Brooke, ordered in an unquestionable tone.

Linard shrugged, his expression unchanged, he opened the heavy door and walked into the room.

"Crunch——"

The lead door behind him is closed, and the lock shaft is turned and locked.

It was dark here, without any light source. Linnard's night vision ability was suppressed to a certain extent without a light source. He could only vaguely see a set of tables and chairs in front of him, with a man whose face he couldn't see clearly sitting in front of him.

"Bore!"

The headlights suddenly turned on, and the strong light stimulation made his right eye squint.

"sit."

The man whose face could not be seen clearly said calmly, sitting upright on the chair.

The light source shone from behind the man, leaving traces on Linard's retina. Now he could see the man's face clearly.

He looked to be in his early forties, with a slightly bald head, a beard, and an unusual horsehide jacket. He looked very ordinary.

It's so ordinary that if two people accidentally bump into each other while walking on the street, they will apologize to each other and not be able to remember the next second.

Lynard pulled out his chair and sat down across from each other.

"I have a few questions to ask you. You will be given thirty seconds to answer each question. If you don't answer within five seconds, I will assume that you don't want to answer. Do you understand?"

The middle-aged man held a piece of paper and a pen in his hand, sitting upright and looking at him with a serious tone.

"clear."

Lynard nodded.

"Okay, let's start now. Remember, not answering is also an answer."

The man cleared his throat and said, "Have you discovered that you have unexplainable superpowers?"

"..." Linnard frowned, looking like he was thinking.

"Yes, I have super powers."

He didn't hesitate for too long and admitted it bluntly.

"Very good. When did you discover your superpowers?"

"Five days...six days ago, the day I experienced the cultist assassination case. I think you should have a certain understanding of that incident, so I won't go into more details. In short, after that day, I found that something seemed to have happened to me.

With certain changes, you can do many things that ordinary people cannot do."

Linnard tapped his temple with his index finger and spoke clearly and methodically.

"Have you ever had any of the following situations, including but not limited to: communicating with unknown beings, praying to unknown beings, agreeing to some requests from people in certain dreams, etc.?"

Hearing the man's topic, Linnard frowned again and tried to recall whether he had ever had any similar brushings. Finally, he shook his head.

"No, well, I am a non-believer... or a pan-believer."

"Have you ever used your superpowers to seek illegal benefits for yourself?"

"No."

Next, the middle-aged man asked about some innocuous topics again, wrote and drew on the paper in his hand for a while, and then stopped and said: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, you can go to the next test location."

Lynard pulled up his seat and nodded to the middle-aged man in thanks. The lead door behind him opened, and the expressionless man in black stretched out his hand to signal to him.

After the three people left, the middle-aged man put down the paper covered with meaningless black circles in his hand, pinched his eyebrows, and tapped twice on the table. A strange ear appeared from the table.

"Threat level: medium-low."

He spoke into his ear, casually tore up the paper, tore it into pieces, and threw it away like useless trash.

The ears slowly sank into the table and disappeared.

…

Another location, in a hall dozens of times larger than the original room.

It’s hard to imagine how they could carve out such a vast environment underground in an era with primitive tools, almost as big as some professional stadiums.

Linnard stood at the edge of the empty hall, looking at the front filled with equipment, showing a somewhat curious expression.

"go there."

The man in black pointed to him on the left side, where some people were queuing up. It was obvious that he was instructing Linnard to go over and queue up as well.

He didn't ask any more questions, walked to the end of the crowd, and waited in silence.

"Paulson, do you think you can pass the ability test this time?"

In front of him were two young men in their early twenties, wearing shirts and vests commonly purchased by the civilian class, and newsboy caps on their heads. They looked a bit ruffian and were whispering.

"...May the Lord bless me, I should be able to do it."

The young man directly in front of Linnard was handsome. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, showing a sunny smile, and answered seriously and kindly.

"It is said that the ability test involves some kind of ranking. If you don't show your ability to look after yourself, you will most likely be assigned to a remote place in a remote area if you pass!"

The young man in front seemed extremely excited, observing everything around him curiously, and kept telling people about the things he had learned about in the bar.

When Lynard heard the conversation between the two, his face showed the right expression of surprise, but then he immediately put it away, as if he was comprehending the meaning.

"Will anyone who has been involved in related weird events and awakened superpowers join the official organization after passing the test? It is much easier than I thought, maybe because the chance of awakening superpowers is not high?"

In his calm inner world, he was thinking rapidly.

From the moment the stern-faced man in black came to the door, Linnard, who had watched countless related movies and books, judged that they were here to extend an olive branch.

This judgment will become more accurate after it is further confirmed that they have no hostility towards themselves.

Therefore, when answering the middle-aged man's questions, he seemed to have no fluctuations, but showed the excitement and preparation of ordinary people who accidentally got involved in strange events.

In fact, the moment he woke up in the hospital, he hid the tentacles in his body to the extreme.

The moment you step into this building, this concealment reaches its highest level. Every movement and expression of Linnard is carefully conceived and expressed. He is playing the role of a 'detective' who perfectly matches the ability to accidentally awaken.

This is not difficult. Linnard, who has hidden his true thoughts for a long time, just needs to work harder to do it.

The only difficulty may be how to hide the tentacles with a strong "old days" atmosphere.

Fortunately, during his coma, due to his lack of consciousness, the tentacles seemed to have followed him into coma, making it difficult for outsiders to notice. Even the remaining pinprick holes on his body disappeared and completely integrated into his body, making up for this flaw.

.

At this moment, he can truly say that since he is a tentacle, the tentacle is his true body.

This seems to be the benefit brought about by completely liberating the tentacles.
Chapter completed!