On the way back, two more ice men were blasted apart by the Matter Disintegration Cannon, killed instantly, leaving only a few chunks of ice on the ground as proof they had existed.
This weapon had probably been developed specifically to deal with patients infected with death plague subspecies, and it was surprisingly effective.
Yang Yi soon returned to the gate. The path he had cleared through the crowd on his way in was still there, and even the Undead he had trampled to pieces had not recovered.
Compared with before, however, the fragments had changed slightly in size and position, showing that they were indeed recovering, but very quickly. It would probably take six or seven hours, or even a day.
"Beta, how many times have I had my memory wiped now?"
Yang Yi suddenly stopped, still carrying two frozen Undead specimens.
"...Beta cannot provide that data. It could adversely affect your mental state, Dr. Yang."
Beta evaded the question, as Yang Yi had expected.
No answer meant it had happened many times, perhaps over a hundred, or a thousand, or even more.
Moreover, judging by Beta's earlier behavior, memory wipes might not always be thorough, which was why there was an evaluation afterward. Failing it might mean being sent back for another wipe.
And then there was the extremely high frequency of one wipe every hundred days...
This Scholar's mental condition might be terrible. He had probably reached the point where he could not do without the wipes, and might be the most severely ill of all the Undeath Disease patients.
Or perhaps...the AI Beta had turned the tables and imprisoned this Scholar, controlling him as a puppet.
Neither possibility could be ruled out.
Thoughts raced through Yang Yi's mind as he considered countermeasures and explored ways to