【Ji Lai】Afternoon of Shepherd

In the early morning, the red-haired youth K was reading today's Fraser Daily with white toast and milk. It happened that today's newspaper also published a photo of his target.After having breakfast casually, he cut out the photos and pasted them in a dedicated notebook.

Looking at the time, he stood in front of the mirror to adjust his makeup as usual.

The dyed brown hair has not yet grown new hair roots, the brown contact lenses, rimless glasses, and the slight changes imposed by makeup on the facial features, the young man reflected in the mirror is strange but still handsome .He smiled in the mirror, still with a perfect, humble and gentle appearance, probably no matter who it is now, it is difficult to think of his true identity hidden under this face.

After that, he spent 5 minutes reciting a single language over and over again devoutly, trying to engrave it in his mind. This is his daily compulsory homework.

That single language is very rhythmic, maybe it's the single language itself, maybe it's the meaning it symbolizes, which gave him a little confidence in the future.

K puts on a suit and walks out of the temporary residence to the clinic on Sford Street, Fraser.

"Good morning, Doctor Siegfried." The residents on this street are very enthusiastic. They have no worries about food and clothing. After the recent political changes in the universe, after the panic caused by the routine regime change, the new policy promulgated by the new emperor, Let their standard of living be significantly raised to another level.

He nodded to the uncles and girls who greeted him, and returned a charming smile.No matter how the upper class changes, people in the middle and lower classes always care about their immediate life interests.

The so-called Dr. Siegfried is K's new identity. The identity certificate and archives show that he is a professor of medicine in the field of genetic research. very similar.

In July when the melody of the summer wind was sung, K accepted the new identity and was arranged by the church to come to Feisha following the new Galactic Empire’s capital relocation order.

Siegfried, what a cheesy name.

In the intuition deep in his brain, it seemed that someone had said this to him.

It's really tacky enough, you can always meet at least ten Siegfried out of a hundred people.

He thought, he didn't know which unlucky and ordinary doctor Siegfried was replaced by him, maybe the poor original owner had already slept somewhere under the means of the church.

Even if there is some sympathy, this is not an area where he, who is of humble status, can step in now.

His current new task is to practice in the clinic on Heathford Street. In the past half a year, he has been working with experts in Heinesen to supplement various medical knowledge.Now he is focusing on genetic research while assisting experts in dealing with some diseases in Feisha.

There are a large number of church members in this clinic, so he doesn't have to worry about being exposed as a layman.

The medical field is probably the place where the church has penetrated the deepest. There may be more senior doctors serving the church than in the New Galactic Empire.

After all, I have suffered such serious injuries, and I am still standing here. This has to be attributed to the fact that the Earth Church has contributed a lot of limited resources to the science and technology tree of medicine.

In addition, K, the current Siegfried will be regularly asked by the church to do psychological intervention treatment in the clinic. Of course, according to the church superiors, it is to help him retrieve his lost memories as soon as possible.

After Odin just woke up, he was moved to Feisha, and the residence he used for temporary shelter was changed one after another. What remained unchanged was that the church superiors never relaxed their restraint and forced him to see the designated psychiatrist at intervals. The longest will never exceed two months.

His current boss D is waiting for him in the office.

He put down the coffee in his hand, "You came early, Doctor Siegfried, young people nowadays rarely arrive so early before the appointed time." There was a slight smile in his tone to show his approval.

"A piece of good news. According to insiders half a year ago, the Royal Medical Corps needs to recruit new members. Now our hard work has finally paid off. Your information has been approved by the Royal Medical Corps. Congratulations, you will be recruiting soon." Entering the palace of the new dynasty, this is getting closer to our mission goal."

"But before that, we will routinely help you track down your memory." He patted Siegfried on the shoulder, "Relax, you know it's not too painful."

Siegfried and D took an unmanned taxi to a building three streets away. D swipes open the closed iron door with his identity bracelet.

The underground of this building is one of the few secret medical bases of the Earth Cult in Feisha.

The base's underground passages are like a maze, but his professional instinct allowed Siegfried to roughly rewrite the map in his mind during the limited number of visits.

The power of the Earth Cult is not as good as before, but Siegfried knows that there should be many dead men like himself inside, and they are always ready to carry out various assassinations for the bishop.

The psychological treatment room is a sealed room with snow on all sides. Siegfried has been in and out of similar and cramped treatment places in various places more than once.

He was asked to lie on a massage chair and fall into a deep sleep under the influence of specific music.

But the next thing he faced was not a relaxing sleep. With the change of the rhythm of the music, the sound waves turned into sharp blades as if cutting repeatedly on the brain. He even seemed to be able to hear the sharp sound of the blade cutting. Blood mobilizes to the brain for relief.The pain tugged at the end of every nerve cord in him, and he couldn't move.Throwing up and choking made him curl up in a ball of consciousness.

The loneliness of a sailboat floating alone in the ocean, and the emptiness of not being able to find a harbor where he can anchor in the vast ocean, made him sink and sink in the deeper gray fog.The colorful world moved away from him, and some of the pictures he could have seen gradually became lighter and lighter.

Even though Siegfried has a special occupation, is athletic, physically strong, and has a firm personality, after every treatment he feels like a serious illness.Although his mind will be temporarily pale and difficult to think, he also understands that this kind of treatment is definitely not to help him.This painful repeated temptation to penetrate the brain is enough to destroy the heart of every weak person.

What ulterior secret is the church hiding?Does the church need to use such extreme means to control what he does?

After several so-called "treatments" and trying to sort out his memory again and again, but returning to the original point, Siegfried was convinced that the church was using this hypnotic method to interfere with his recall of any past.

But that was before.

Everything had changed since he had seen the sun.

He silently recited the single language he had repeatedly repeated in front of the mirror, and kept giving himself hints, embedding it deep in his mind.

Since he found this key, he never continued to fall endlessly in the church's hypnosis as before, and there was always a golden light lifting him from the depths of his consciousness.

He will wake up in the sea of ​​consciousness shrouded in gray mist, and consciously resist the external force trying to erase his memory.

He fantasizes about pleasurable things to keep himself awake.

He couldn't even tell if it was a fantasy or something that happened in the past, the spring light streamed down from the shade of the tree, he and the one with the gorgeous blond hair were kissing under the tree, their skins were pressed tightly to each other, he fit into the deepest part of the other , tightly hugging each other's trembling and thin body.

His hands ran back and forth on the opponent's flexible waistline, and the warmth and damp heat from the depths of the opponent's body seemed to give him a source of strength, allowing him to withstand the sharp sound waves again and again.

The key he kept chanting turned into the other party's fresh vitality and clinged to his body, as if it strengthened his will with a golden shield, firmly blocking the erosion of the outside world.

In the transposition of the symphony, Siegfried is awakened by D.

Those intermittent memory fragments did not disappear, and his thinking was not dull, but Siegfried still pretended to be dazed in the past and his limbs were weak. D helped him to the sofa next door and handed him a glass of white water.

"From tomorrow onwards, you don't need to come to the clinic anymore. The Royal Medical Corps is in urgent need of talents. If you have any medical difficulties, you can use the terminal to keep in touch with us at any time."

"Yes."

"I suspect," D narrowed his eyes, "it's just a guess. It may be that some important person in the high-level of the new dynasty has contracted a serious illness. If you can gain in-depth information, it will be a great achievement. You may as well tell You, the church’s base on Earth has been destroyed and suffered heavy losses, the bishop is extremely furious, if the culprit is not dead, the church will not find peace for a day.”

He made a prayer gesture with his left hand, closed his eyes and said, "Siegfried, when your life was dying, it was Mother Earth who saved you. Don't forget the grace of Mother Earth."

"Yes, I understand." Zieg flew back with the same gesture, responding with an inorganic expression in line with professional habits.