hsntnovel Chapter 2 I've transmigrated, and I feel great!
Chapter 2 I've transmigrated, and I feel great!
Twenty minutes later, the interrogation room door was silently pushed open.
The person who came in was not one of Zhang Quan's colleagues.
Leading the group was a middle-aged man in a dark gray jacket, with a square face and a calm, mountain-like gaze. He was Zhao Donglai, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
The person behind him had a completely different demeanor.
The man appeared to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, dressed in a well-tailored black casual suit. He was tall and slender, with a thin face and gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't look like a policeman, much less an official; he exuded a scholarly air. But when his gaze swept across the room, the sharp glint behind his lenses sent chills down one's spine.
"The situation has been reported." Director Zhao didn't waste any words, lowering his voice to speak directly to Zhang Quan, "This is a special envoy from the National Security Bureau, surnamed Lin, Commissioner Lin. He is now in full charge here."
Zhang Quan jumped to his feet, his body ramrod straight: "Yes, Chief!"
Commissioner Lin's gaze did not linger on Director Zhao and Zhang Quan, but fell directly on the young man who had been leaning back in his chair the whole time, with a calm expression.
He walked slowly to the table, pulled out the chair opposite Zhang Quan, and sat down.
"Li Fulan, right?"
Li Fulan nodded.
"My name is Lin An, and I'm in charge of handling the matter you've encountered," Commissioner Lin introduced himself. "We hope you can answer the following questions truthfully, as this relates to our risk assessment of you and the world you mentioned."
"No problem." Li Fulan felt a bit excited; finally, someone she could communicate with normally had arrived.
"Very good." Commissioner Lin interlaced his fingers and placed them on the table. "First question, is your frequency of time travel fixed? For example, once a day?"
"Yes, it will pass as long as I fall asleep here."
"What would happen if you died over there?"
"I've never died, but I guess I probably will."
Commissioner Lin raised his eyebrows slightly behind his glasses.
"Does time flow at the same rate in both worlds? For example, if you sleep for 8 hours here, does 8 hours also pass over the other side?"
"Basically the same."
"Can you bring back the 'Martial Soul' and 'Soul Skills' you obtained over there intact to use in this world?"
"able."
Commissioner Lin and Director Zhao exchanged a glance, both seeing an undisguised shock in each other's eyes.
This means that Li Fulan is a stable "channel" that can continuously bring back supernatural power from another world.
"One last question," Commissioner Lin leaned forward slightly, "Can you take things from our world with you?"
This is the core purpose of their trip.
Li Fulan thought for a moment: "I haven't tried it. Every time I go there, I have nothing on me except my clothes."
"We want you to give it a try." Commissioner Lin's tone wasn't one of discussion, but rather of notification.
He turned his head and gestured towards the door.
Soon, a doctor in a white coat carrying a medical kit and two special agents carrying black metal boxes walked in.
The box was placed on the ground and opened.
Inside, a set of equipment was neatly arranged: a dark black Kevlar body armor vest, a silver-gray Desert Eagle with a violent aesthetic, and three magazines full of bullets next to it.
In addition, there was a police walkie-talkie and a miniature camera smaller than a button.
"We want you to wear this bulletproof vest, take these items, and then fall asleep." Commissioner Lin pointed to the contents of the box. "We'll load the gun for you and clip it to your waist. We'll attach the walkie-talkie and camera to your bulletproof vest."
Director Zhao's expression changed slightly. He knew very well what it meant to allow an ordinary person, especially an ordinary person whose "situation was unclear," to carry a gun.
But Commissioner Lin clearly didn't give him a chance to question it.
"no problem."
Two special agents silently helped Li Fulan put on his bulletproof vest, adjusted the tightness, and then inserted the Desert Eagle with the magazine loaded into a tactical holster, securing it to his right hip.
The walkie-talkie was hanging on his left shoulder, while the miniature camera was cleverly attached to the center of his chest.
The doctor in the white coat gave an OK sign.
"Commissioner Lin, everything is ready."
Commissioner Lin nodded and looked at Li Fulan: "We need to collect your brainwave data before and after you fall asleep, so we need to help you fall asleep in a relatively controlled way."
He glanced at the doctor next to him.
The doctor understood, took a syringe from the medical kit, and drew up a tube of pale yellow liquid.
"This is a short-acting anesthetic, midazolam, which can put you into a deep sleep within thirty seconds. There are no side effects after the effect wears off," the doctor explained.
Li Fulan stretched out her arm.
He doesn't care what kind of medicine it is, as long as it makes him sleep.
The cool needle pierced the skin, and the pale yellow liquid slowly entered the blood vessel.
A chill rushed up his arm through the veins. Soon, an intense, irresistible drowsiness swept over his brain.
His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and the scene before him began to spin and blur.
In the final moment before his consciousness sank completely into darkness, he heard Commissioner Lin's voice, which was calm to the point of being cold.
"Turn on the recorder. Mute all channels and wait for his signal."
……
Li Fulan suddenly opened his eyes. The blinding sunlight made him squint instinctively.
What I smelled was no longer the foul air of the interrogation room, but a scent mixed with the fragrance of earth and plants.
All I could hear were the clear chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind.
He sat up and found himself lying on a soft, grassy field, surrounded by dense woods.
This is the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest in the Douluo Continent.
He looked down at himself.
The heavy Kevlar bulletproof vest that covered his entire upper body was still on his body intact.
A thought struck him, and he immediately reached out to touch his right waist.
empty.
The tactical holster that held the Desert Eagle was still there, but the heavy iron weapon inside was nowhere to be found.
"It just didn't work..."
Li Fulan then touched her left shoulder.
The police walkie-talkie was hanging there quietly.
He took it off and pressed the call button.
After a slight crackling sound of electricity, he brought the walkie-talkie to his mouth.
"Calling, calling, this is Li Fulan."
"I've traveled through time, and I feel great."
……
Commissioner Lin stared intently at the small device.
The next second, a clear, steady voice belonging to Li Fulan came out from inside.
"...I've traveled through time, and I feel great."
Become!
Communication is successful!
Director Zhao clenched his fist tightly under the table. Even though he was trying to stay focused, the muscles in his face twitched involuntarily.
He knew all too well what this meant.
This means they have established a real-time communication line to another world!
This is unprecedented in human history!
"Respond immediately!" Commissioner Lin ordered swiftly. "Confirm his condition and the status of his belongings!"
The communications technician immediately pressed the call button: "Li Fulan, your signal received. Please report your current status and the condition of all your equipment."
After a brief silence, Li Fulan's voice came through the walkie-talkie again.
"I'm fine, nothing's bothering me. There's a problem with my equipment..."
"The bulletproof vest is still there, as are the walkie-talkie and the camera."
"But the gun and the magazine are gone."
Upon hearing this result, Commissioner Lin looked at the bed—Li Fulan had disappeared, but the Desert Eagle remained there.
He immediately turned around and looked at a data analyst next to him.
"The gun wasn't delivered, but the bulletproof vest, walkie-talkie, and camera were left behind... What do you think?"
The analyst scribbled rapidly on the tactical tablet, answering without looking up, "Our initial assessment is that the selection criteria are likely 'adhesion' and 'functionality'."
"The bulletproof vest is worn on the body, while the walkie-talkie and camera are fixed to it. They might be considered as extensions of the 'clothing' or attachments that are 'non-aggressive,' so they can be brought over."
"But handguns, as a separate, highly offensive item, are excluded by the 'rules'."
Commissioner Lin nodded. This inference is reasonable and valuable.
"Turn on the video signal!" he issued the new command.
The technician immediately typed a few words on the laptop. Soon, a split-screen window popped up.
The image first showed snowflakes, then flickered a few times before quickly becoming clear.
A lush, pristine forest appears on the screen.