There were some reverse surveillance devices buried there, which could capture more data from the Poisoned Stinger Ship.
Yang Ming typed an inquiry.
"Lyu, can you analyze the subconscious?"
"Yes, but it requires some specialized equipment to convert consciousness into data and then search for anomalies within the data."
"Okay, I’ll try it myself first... If I embed some suggestions in the subconscious, will the person who received the suggestion sense it when I investigate these suggestions?"
"It’s impossible for it to be sensed, as such suggestions occur on an individual’s psychological level."
Yang Ming nodded in understanding, contemplated for a long while, and then finally felt assured enough to take off his glasses.
He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and concentrated his mind to fully activate his brain.
In front of him appeared the starry sky, under which were dots of light representing Po Suo’s vitality, but she was very far from him and still in a curled-up state. — This indicated her injuries were far from healed.
Yang Ming slowly ’turned’ amid the starry sky, and in front of him appeared what seemed to be a mirror, within which was a figure formed by converging faint flowing lights.
That was the manifestation of his consciousness.
Yang Ming observed closely.
Those flowing lights resembled a distant view of super-large galaxy clusters, with countless branches inside and an incredibly complex structure.
A spot of light quickly caught Yang Ming’s attention.
It was pushed to the edge of the light flow, constantly at risk of being expelled by Yang Ming’s self-consciousness.
This was Bryant’s handiwork on him.
If he were aboard the East Wind, he could use instruments to directly analyze the information contained in this light spot—Spiritual Imprint.
Without instruments now, Yang Ming could only rely on himself to feel it and see if he could thereby ’understand Bryant.’
He let down his mental defenses, allowing strands of faint light to merge into the spot.
Gradually, some blurry images emerged in Yang Ming’s mind, abstract yet intuitive information appeared, and one piece of this information somewhat concerned Yang Ming.
This was how Bryant marked him.
The images presented a paradise.
In an exquisite manor, Bryant sat gently swaying on a swing with a smile of happiness at the corner of his mouth, while in the corridor near the swing, beautiful humans in loose white robes sat quietly, as if asleep, or like exquisite sculptures.
As the scene zoomed out, sleeping figures could be seen throughout the manor, all uniformly wearing white robes, mostly beautiful young men and women.
And behind the manor was a lake, under which lay boys in white bathrobes.
At this moment, Yang Ming understood Bryant.
Generally speaking, humans show kindness to other individuals to receive emotional rewards.
Much like romantic relationships progressing to the point of possessing the other and achieving reproduction or pre-reproductive rituals after building affection.
But for Bryant, when Bryant showed kindness, he merely fancied a certain collection and wanted to bring it back to his secret garden.
Hui Saka became Bryant’s target.
On the bed in the bedroom, Yang Ming opened his eyes and couldn’t help but utter a curse.
He had even felt a bit of goodwill towards Bryant before.
This guy is the ultimate pervert!
Yang Ming cleared away this piece of Spiritual Imprint and then began to ponder how to leverage Bryant’s value.
Use her to get close to the circle of supermodified people?
What benefit could he gain from this?
There were faint footsteps outside the door.
Yang Ming found it too much trouble to get up, choosing instead to wait quietly for Godoy to knock on the door.
Godoy seemed to have encountered some difficulty, hesitating at the door for a few minutes before finally knocking on Yang Ming’s room door.
"Hui, are you asleep? I want to have a good talk with you, there’s something that’s troubling me."