451: Hidden characteristics of a fake!

Chongqing, Nanshan Villa.

Su Yu sat on the sofa, squinting his eyes as he watched the broadcast of the press conference from Russia.

Beside him, Lackey was preparing a specialty cup of coffee for him.

Rising steam carried the rich aroma of coffee throughout the living room. Lackey asked curiously, "Master, haven't you already thought of a way to find the Pseudo-humans? Why are you still paying attention to this useless press conference?"

Su Yu raised his eyelids and replied nonchalantly.

"Just make your coffee. What do you know!"

"Even if I have a way to quickly identify Pseudo-humans, wouldn't I be looking for trouble if I announced it right now?"

"Do you think I've lived too long, or do you think I'm not dying fast enough?"

Despite being scolded, Lackey didn't feel any displeasure, only remaining very curious.

"Master, how could I think you've lived too long? Even humanity's most fatal diseases couldn't take you away; who else could threaten your life?"

"I'm just curious. Being so cautious doesn't really seem like your style."

Su Yu took the coffee handed over by the Mechanical Arm, took a delicious sip, and commented.

"The coffee is good. If you know how to make it, make it more often in the future."

Then, he continued to answer Lackey's question.

"On the surface, the discovery of Pseudo-humans is a problem I triggered. This has already pushed me into the eye of the storm."

"At a time like this, if I expose their secrets too, wouldn't you, in their position, try to kill me?"

Lackey suddenly understood.

"So, even if I want to step forward, now is definitely not the best time."

"Forcing my way out would only invite their frantic retaliation. I don't want to live every day in fear and trepidation just to step out of the house."

Su Yu sighed with emotion.

"Russia's comprehensive national power is considered very stable among the Big Five."

"Letting them take the lead is much better than me rushing forward to be cannon fodder."

"If today's press conference goes smoothly and ends normally, then I can indeed take this opportunity to spill all the remaining information at once."

"But if..."

Before Su Yu could finish his sentence, Lackey's exclamation rang out.

"Master! That guy standing at the press podium looks a bit off!"

"Why does it look like his eyes have changed?"

Hearing this, Su Yu immediately perked up. He put down his coffee cup and stared intently at the television.

He really hadn't guessed wrong!

Those guys hiding in the shadows would absolutely never allow Russia to recklessly expose their movements during a global live broadcast like this press conference.

What was bound to come had indeed come.

Fortunately, he had held back and wasn't the first one to stick his neck out.

Otherwise, he would have been the first target the Pseudo-humans set their sights on... At the scene of the Russian press conference.

Mikhail stood under the spotlight, took a deep breath, and tried his best to appear normal.

At this moment, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

That feeling of his thoughts being constantly twisted by someone else left him in a trance.

He looked at the speech manuscript in front of him and spoke slowly.

"Distinguished guests, friends from the press, hello! Based on our country's relevant research, I will now provide a brief introduction to Russia's data regarding the Pseudo-humans."

"If the media reporters have any questions, you may raise your hands after the conference. I will respond to each of you one by one."

Just as he finished the opening remarks, Mikhail felt his mouth go dry, his throat parched as if it were about to smoke. And the speech script before him—those rows of neatly arranged characters—now looked like wriggling tadpoles, curving and twisting, making his head spin.

He tried hard to steady his mind and continue the speech.

But for some reason, the words at the tip of his tongue were stuck.

Inside the press room, the scene fell into a brief silence.

Five seconds, ten seconds, twenty seconds.

The digits on the electronic clock kept ticking, yet Mikhail still hadn't spoken again.

Reporters who noticed the strangeness looked up at the podium one after another. They saw that Mikhail's face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and his entire expression was extremely peculiar.

It was as if he was laughing one moment, crying the next, struggling one moment, and pondering the next.

Urgent reminders from the off-site staff came through his earpiece.

"Mr. Mikhail, please resume the speech immediately."

"Mr. Mikhail! Please immediately proceed to the following steps."

The control personnel behind the scenes felt a tightening in their chests as an ominous premonition loomed over them.

As the Spokesperson for the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Mikhail had held this position for over twenty years. For twenty years, his experience in the country's major external speeches was second only to *that* person.

Over the years, he had lived up to expectations and never made a single mistake, earning the title of Russia's 'Face'.

The state had always placed one hundred percent trust in Mikhail's statements.

But the sudden situation occurring now was something none of them had anticipated.

"What's going on with Mikhail? Why hasn't he continued?"

"Is there a problem with the equipment?"

The leader in charge of supervising the press conference frowned and asked urgently.

Today's press conference was in the global spotlight, with countless people around the world watching. Moreover, since it concerned the sensitive topic of Pseudo-humans, everyone was filled with anticipation.

Any problem at such a critical juncture would damage the nation's dignity.

Yet, the very thing they least wanted to see happen was happening.

Staff members scrambled to check various audio equipment on site while rapidly coordinating with colleagues from other departments to prepare a backup plan.

"Leader, there are no issues with the on-site equipment. Something must have happened to Mr. Mikhail."

"Get the backup person on stage immediately and switch the camera!"

Just as the group was preparing to urgently replace the main speaker, Mikhail, who had been silent with his head down, suddenly looked up again.

His pupils were flickering constantly, and his voice was dry and weak. After a long period of struggle, he finally squeezed out a few words.

"Regarding the identification methods for Pseudo-humans currently mastered by our country, there are the following points..."

"First, Pseudo-humans have a very prominent physical characteristic. Although they usually look no different from humans, there is one part of their body that they cannot hide at all times and places."

"When they experience significant emotional fluctuations, their eyes undergo a very obvious change. Their pupils will change from a human circle into vertical slits, like those of a feline."