Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

"Why does this wine taste weird? Is it possible that all Laomei wines taste this weird?"

Lin Yi shook the wine bottle, and the sound of mumbling mixed with the clatter of empty bottles on the table.

He collapsed on the sofa and opened his mobile phone. The blue light from the screen cast a shadow on his eyelashes, but when he caught a glimpse of the red dot of the chandelier, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and gave the camera a half-smile.

Seeing this, Smith and Mary in the other room suddenly felt a chill on their backs and felt uncomfortable all over.

Lin Yi maintained a relaxed posture on the surface, but in fact he quietly took out the Poké Ball and signaled Gardevoir to move through his mind.

Gardevoir understood what he meant, and used its superpowers to gently lift Lin Yi's phone in the blind spot of the camera and float it to the ceiling.

The phone camera was pointed at Lin Yi, who had his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping, and a photo was taken with a "click".

Afterwards, Lin Yi set the screen of his phone to this photo and kept it on, and asked Gardevoir to point the screen of his phone towards the direction of the camera.

As a result, in the surveillance footage, Lin Yi still seemed to be sleeping motionlessly on the sofa, with nothing unusual.

Although Smith and Mary realized that they might have been discovered, they were too flustered to look closely, and naturally did not see through the illusion.

After confirming that there were no flaws in the surveillance video of "himself", Lin Yi stood up calmly, walked to the door and locked it, then turned around and winked at Gardevoir.

Gardevoir nodded slightly, a soft light emanated from its body, and it activated its teleportation skill, disappearing from the room with Lin Yi, leaving behind only a silent box and a table full of empty wine bottles.

……

In an underground research facility, fluorescent lights cast a cool white light between metal pipes.

A leader of the Prison American Alliance patted his swollen belly and stomped his leather shoes across the ground: "Hurry up! The Chinese research team will be here tomorrow, and we can't let them touch any of this information!"

Staff members in white coats hurriedly moved file boxes marked "Confidential. Do not disclose." The metal cabinets made harsh noises as they opened and closed.

Someone accidentally knocked over a cardboard box, and several yellowed documents fell out - on the paper was a coordinate map of some kind of ruins.

"All core information is locked in explosion-proof cabinets!"

The leader tugged at his tie, his double chin trembling as he did so.

"Especially the ones marked with the teleportation equipment. If those Chinese people see even one word, you will all have to go back to the mines and dig rocks for the rest of your lives!"

"Mr. Hans, where should the information on the goblin slate be filed?"

A young female researcher approached with a folder in her arms. The collar of her white coat swayed slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Hans's throat rolled, and his fat palms fell directly on her buttocks to knead them. With the other hand, he held her slender waist and led her to the dark: "Well, this... I have to teach you separately."

The female researcher's cheeks flushed, but she did not dodge and let him lead her to the storage room.

The staff around were busy with their heads down, and the bodyguards turned their heads away tacitly, as if the scene before them was the most normal.

The door had just been locked, and Hans's mouth hadn't yet touched the other's earlobe, when his eyes suddenly rolled up - on the ceiling, Gardevoir's silver hair was glowing, and her ruby-like eyes were overflowing with lavender ripples.

The folder in the female researcher's hand fell to the ground with a "clack". The two of them fell to the ground one after the other, and snoring began to sound.

Gardevoir's thoughts swept across the information on the ground, and his fingertips gently hooked the brown paper bag marked "Fairy Slate".

There was a sound of fabric rubbing in the dark. Lin Yi, wearing black tactical gloves, took the paper bag from Gardevoir's palm and said, "Well done."

He had a bronze ornament on his tactical vest, with twisted evil patterns etched on its surface. It was the "amulet" his father had given him before he set out, and it was said to be able to interfere with security systems and supernatural perception.

"Is the goblin slate there?"

Lin Yi quickly flipped through the information. Although the English annotations were obscure, the three-dimensional map markings were clearly visible.

His fingertips brushed across the red seal of "Forbidden Storage Area" and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the flashing authority card on Hans' waist.

"Here comes the pillow."

Lin Yi picked up the permission card with tweezers and nodded to Gardevoir.

A purple light flashed, and the two of them appeared in the corridor on the third underground floor.

The moment the permission card was inserted into the card slot, the iris scanner lit up red, but suddenly failed when scanning the ornament on Lin Yi's chest.

The moment the stone door slowly opened, Gardevoir suddenly raised its head and stared at it in a daze.

Just as Lin Yi was about to take a step, the laser net in front of his toes suddenly glowed red.

"Fortunately I have a hang."

Lin Yi smiled, stretched out his hand, and the fairy slate turned into flowing light at his fingertips and was stored in the system space.

"gone."

After being teleported to the original room, Lin Yi kicked the documents on the ground and deliberately loosened the collars of the two men.

When they wake up, they may think that it was desire that made them lose consciousness.

As for the truth behind the theft of the slate, let the Prison American Alliance worry about it slowly.

Gardevoir used its super powers to erase the traces and breath left by Lin Yi, and teleported Lin Yi away.

……

Back in the box, Lin Yi called back Gardevoir and was about to retrieve the phone floating on the ceiling, but found that the red light of the camera had gone out.

When I pushed open the door, I saw four Alliance staff members in black suits standing with their hands behind their backs. The raised outlines on their palms clearly hid Poké Balls.

His fingertips moved slightly, but he suddenly calmed down when he heard Mary's voice.

"Mr. Lin, there is no need to panic."

She walked over quickly with the folder in her arms, her eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes. "Due to an emergency, we need your cooperation in the investigation. Please follow them to the conference room."

Lin Yi raised her eyebrows - she deliberately used "conference room" instead of "interrogation room", and there was an inappropriate apology in her tone.

"besides……"

Mary lowered her head to adjust her cuffs, her pearl bracelet swaying slightly. "As for the poor hospitality last night, it was my misjudgment."

She didn't mention Smith, but took the responsibility on herself, but her fingertips trembled slightly on the word "mistake".

The boy suddenly smiled, hiding the cold light in his eyes: "So the 'wine pouring service' that Miss Mary mentioned also includes an apology afterwards?"

After that, he walked past her to the staff and followed them out.

When Lin Yi was brought into the meeting room of the Prison American Alliance, he heard complaints one after another.

In the research team led by An Qing, several young researchers gathered around a long table. Some kicked over chairs, and some slammed their unfinished coffee cups on the table:

"Breaking the door in the middle of the night! They're talking about 'cooperating with the investigation', but it's clear they're trying to steal our research results!"

"My suitcase is all messed up!"

The silver-haired Mr. Pei adjusted his glasses and tried to reassure everyone: "Don't worry, they said that if we find the lost property, we will..."

"Pei Lao, please tell me,"

The boy wearing black-framed glasses sneered, "Wherever we do academic exchanges around the world, we are always polite to each other. Why is it that even our luggage has to be 'inspected' three times when we are in Laomei?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "censorship" and glanced at the crooked surveillance camera on the wall - the lens cover was half pried off, revealing the twisted circuits inside.