Herta led Zeig to a certain room. The place was fully equipped, with many medical chairs placed around.
The researchers who had been there earlier seemed to have been cleared out in advance, leaving the room feeling somewhat empty.
The air was filled with the smell of alcohol.
This should be some kind of medical examination room.
"Alright, sit here. The doctor will come soon." Herta pointed at a chair with her small hand.
Zeig nodded. "Okay."
After he sat down, Herta started walking around, adjusting various devices.
Zeig, on the other hand, sat there bored, daydreaming about what the nurse sister who would come later might look like.
She should be pretty good-looking, right.
Also.
Do I really have a mental illness? No way.
They're just making a big fuss over nothing.
Yeah, it must be that.
Even if there is something wrong, it's this world that's sick.
While he was thinking this, Herta came over holding a small device, sat down opposite him, and extended her hand toward Zeig:
"Give me the card I gave you."
"Oh." Zeig handed over the blank identity card.
A "beep" sounded. Herta swiped the card on the machine, then picked up a stylus and prepared to record on the screen.
"Name." Herta prompted.
Zeig's face was full of black question marks:
"Aren't we seeing a doctor? Why are you sitting across from me?"
Herta twirled the stylus, speaking matter-of-factly:
"I already said you're my property. What's wrong with me personally handling it? Hurry up. Name."
"..."
"Name." Herta gave Zeig an impatient glance.
"You dare say you don't know?" Zeig frowned.
Herta nodded. "I know. I'm just asking."
Then she quickly scribbled on the screen.
Zeig: "..."
"Place of origin."
"Schicksal."
"Birthday."
"February thirty-first."
Herta looked up, raised an eyebrow, her light purple eyes full of confusion:
"Are you sure February has a thirty-first?"
Zeig shyly placed his hands on his knees and gave a bashful smile: "I forgot."
Herta was speechless: "..."
She randomly entered a number and continued:
"Gender."
"You really can't tell?" Zeig frowned.
Herta nodded. "Gender male, right? Okay."
Just as she was about to continue writing, Zeig interjected:
"How can you assume my gender?"
Herta: "..."
After a moment of silence, Herta quickly filled in "female" in the gender field.
Zeig stared blankly at the small text she wrote on the screen, then looked up and met Herta's gaze.
"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"How dare I assume your gender? What if you're female?" Herta said disdainfully.
"Alright, continue. If you interrupt again, I'll just fill everything based on my mood."
Zeig: "..."
After that, Zeig became much more obedient. Through question and answer, the identity information was finally completed.
Except for the "female" in the gender column, which he personally found extremely glaring.
"Can you change it?"
Herta frowned:
"Can't change it. It was already entered into the system."
Zeig: "..."
"Alright, Ms. Zeig, extend your hand for a fingerprint scan, then take a facial photo. We're done." Herta urged.
Zeig sniffed but still obediently complied.
He was afraid Herta would just walk off and upload some hideous photo that didn't even look human.
From then on, his photo in the Interastral Peace Corporation system would belong to a completely different species from him.
After a series of operations, Zeig's identity was successfully registered in the Interastral Peace Corporation system.
"Done. You can leave now." Herta organized the documents, sitting in her chair and impatiently shooing him away.
Zeig was stunned:
"That's it? Didn't you say earlier you were going to check my mental condition?"
Then, as if realizing something, his eyes gradually lit up with excitement: "Could it be... you also think there's nothing wrong with me at all?!"
Herta shook her head, very speechlessly:
"No need to check. It's hopeless. I don't have the patience to keep talking with you. Remember to come tomorrow morning for the Simulated Universe test. I'll send something to March later—that'll serve as your special medicine."
"Send her what?" Zeig raised an eyebrow.
...
Parlor car.
Welt, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom-Pom, and March 7th were all standing there.
Each of them had a serious expression, staring intently at Zeig, who was currently squatting on the sofa.
March 7th's eyes were shining: "Look, isn't this pretty good? So fitting."
Dan Heng arms folded, expressing his approval: "Indeed. I didn't expect Miss Herta to really have such skill."
Himeko nodded lightly, keeping her smile: "I never thought of doing it this way. Low cost, and it solves the problem at critical moments. This plan is very worth referencing."
Welt pushed up his glasses, agreeing: "Mm, I think it's very reasonable."
Pom-Pom beside them bounced excitedly: "Passenger Zeig, we're all very satisfied now. What do you think, Pom?"
At this moment, Zeig's face was full of despair.
Looking at these five people—no, four people and one unknown creature—he felt extremely dissatisfied.
He felt insulted.
Both mentally and personally.
"Riiip——!!"
He tore off the tape sealing his mouth, eyes wide, incredulous:
"What kind of treatment method is this? Sealing my mouth solves the problem? I protest! I protest!"
March 7th hands on hips, frowning: "Protest denied!"
Pom-Pom raised both fluffy hands high:
"Sorry, Pom! We all agreed on this—five to one, Pom!"
Everyone nodded in unison, then handed the critical task of sealing Zeig's mouth to March 7th.
Himeko patted March 7th's shoulder encouragingly: "March, from now on this roll of tape is yours."
March 7th straightened her back and saluted solemnly: "I guarantee to complete the task entrusted by Sister Himeko! I will firmly stop all abnormal behavior and speech from a certain Zeig and safeguard the reputation and safety of the train!"
Zeig stared blankly at this scene. Suddenly, enthusiastic applause rang out throughout the parlor car.
"Clap clap clap clap clap clap——!!"
Among them, March 7th clapped the most enthusiastically.
While clapping, she turned her head toward Zeig and said: "See? Another torture device added to the collection."
Zeig: "..."
March 7th excitedly said:
"What's wrong? So shocked you can't speak?"
Zeig: "..."
Seeing no reaction, March 7th blinked, picked up Zeig's pack of "Furongwang" from the table, drew out one cigarette, and held it in front of him.
"Come on, don't look so down. Have a smoke, come on!"
At this moment, March 7th was imitating the exact actions Zeig had once done to her.
She was enjoying it immensely.
The corners of her mouth kept curling up with thick amusement.
Her pink-blue eyes sparkled brightly, extremely excited.
This caused enormous mental damage to Zeig himself.
He quickly raised his hand to block the "Furongwang," saying gravely:
"Third Sis, how can you copy my move? Too little innovation."
March 7th's lips curved into an arc, pushing the "Furongwang" forward again:
"Learn from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians. What's wrong, Brother Zeig? You used to offer cigarettes to others so happily?"
Zeig quickly blocked with his hand:
"In this world, no one can truly empathize. You haven't grasped my true essence."
March 7th tilted her head:
"What essence?"
"I only offer to people who don't smoke."
Zeig took the "Furongwang," pulled a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth.
Took a deep drag.
"Hiss~ Puff" — first showed an expression of pleasure, then "cough cough cough cough cough..."
Uncontrollable coughing.
"You don't even know how to smoke, why pretend? In this pack of Furongwang, except for offering it to others, I've never seen you smoke yourself." March 7th looked disgusted and immediately retreated several meters.
Afraid of being coughed on by this guy.
Ugh, so gross.