Chapter 87 087 Preparation 1 (Xie Lanzao is not the leader of the Zao Alliance)
The people in the company are just employees, not dead soldiers, nor complete bodies, so when they encounter trouble, especially trouble that they cannot handle, they are likely to react negatively Action decisions.
After all, no matter how high the salary is, it is not worth risking your life for. Life is gone and nothing is left.
Li Chengyi was not a fool. He understood the underlying meaning and fell silent.
The company's employees are at most semi-reformed people like Song Ran, who are already considered masters.
In this way, once a semi-modified person is damaged, the cost of repair can easily reach hundreds of thousands.
If they are asked to go up and fight, even if they are willing, the company is not willing.
So this group of people came here to beat up cannon fodder and prop up the scene. When the danger comes and you have to fight for your life, you have to rely on yourself.
"Brother Song, please have a good rest. I understand. Next, I will do it by myself. It is enough for the company to provide me with logistical support." Li Chengyi replied in a deep voice.
"It's better for me to help you." Song Ran said solemnly.
At this time, knowing clearly that he was facing those lunatics in Utopia, and the entire army was involved, but Song Ran could still say this, he was risking his life to help.
Li Chengyi was slightly touched for a moment.
After all, in the eyes of the other party, he is just a newcomer who has just entered a blind spot. His strength cannot even beat a well-trained ordinary policeman, let alone face Utopia.
Under such circumstances, Song Ran could still say this...
"Brother Song, there is no need. This is my own business." Li Chengyi answered seriously.
Song Ran opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but in the end he didn't say anything more.
The military-grade complete body was beyond what he could handle. If it were the cheap cannon fodder complete body from before, he could barely handle it.
But now, at his level, he probably wouldn't be able to make it through one round in front of the other party.
If you go, you will die in vain.
After all, he works for Sindra and fights for his boss.
He regards his boss as his father, so he is willing to work hard.
But Li Chengyi said
, "Actually, you can see it clearly." Song Ran paused and sighed, "Why is it that the boss and us have always been responsible for Li En's affairs personally." "I understand, because no one wants to do it for others all the time
. Work hard." Li Chengyi understood and took the words.
In the past, maybe Syndra could use huge bounties to recruit desperadoes to serve her, and like Utopia, she could use money to build a complete body without fear of casualties.
But now, he has withdrawn from his former circle and fallen from his former peak. I left White Star as a loser.
I no longer have the financial resources.
So he could only do it himself.
'What kind of person would be willing to fight with you? 'This question flashed through Li Chengyi's mind.
The team he will form in the future must be one that can always stand with him, live and die together, and will not turn around and retreat when encountering a strong enemy.
But where could such a person exist?
Looking at Song Ran in front of him, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his heart.
Isn’t this the kind of person Song Ran is in front of me? ?
He can do anything for his boss Syndra, investigate blind spots again and again, and experience life and death crises again and again, without any regrets!
There are also those people in Utopia. What they pursue and hate completely unites them.
"I understand." Li Chengyi said slowly. A pun.
"It's good that you know. The note matter is no longer something we can get involved in. Utopia, if it was the previous boss, maybe but now..." Song Ran shook his head, turned and left.
Close the door.
Li Chengyi's eyes fell again on the desk drawer where the notebook was placed.
After waiting for Song Ran to go away and not come back, he returned to the table, opened the drawer, and took out the notebook.
'What exactly is a clock field? There are many dead end cases recorded here, but they are all ones I have never encountered before. It is likely that most of them have disappeared. What did Zhong Hui study during his lifetime? Li
Chengyi gently touched the cover of the notebook. He had read it for a while and felt that the content inside was more like a purposeful research note.
Zhong Hui seemed to be very purposeful from the beginning, exploring and looking for something through the blind spots she experienced.
Opening the notebook again, he returned to where he was looking at it before.
'.In the clock field, the time flow rate in the dead zone is completely different from that in the outside world.
The flow rate in some dead spots is so fast that it only takes a day inside and only a few minutes outside.
For others, on the contrary, one day may have passed outside, but a week or a month may have passed outside. '
'We regard blind spots as separate spaces or individuals. This view is wrong. They must have some unknown connection.
Through many years of observation and research, I have discovered that there may seem to be no connection between blind spots and dead ends, but in fact they have a similar underlying commonality. '
'That is, most of the blind spots are located in a strange area that is immeasurable, impossible to perceive and cannot be observed.
At first I thought it was the same world, but later, I discovered that it was not.
Because prototypes exist in most blind spots, and prototypes mostly exist in the reality of the world and are traces of what once existed. So, through several observations and calculations, I discovered a key - forgetting. '
The content at the back is blurry and seems to have been erased with force.
Li Chengyi frowned and continued to scroll down. He found that all the information at the back had become new dead ends, including information recording, analysis, and escape methods. He sighed. Zhong Hui had obviously discovered or guessed something, but the content seemed to have been erased.
Did Zhong Hui wipe it off herself, or was it wiped off by someone later?
no one knows.
But now Li Chengyi has no time to pay attention to this. His important goal is to immediately find intelligence clues about the quiet shop.
Amidst the sound of pages turning, Li Chengyi continued to read the contents of the notebook quickly.
But the content was too much and thick, and he couldn't find it right away, so he could only flip through page after page.
As time goes by.
puff.
Suddenly he pointed his finger.
'found it! '
Li Chengyi was refreshed, straightened his back, and looked at the handwriting in front of him.
'Silent Shop: Dead End Type - Permanent. The appearance is a strange convenience supermarket shrouded and surrounded by darkness, where the power is turned on, there are no living creatures, and the products are updated weekly.
The product categories are all kinds of weird and have everything, but they are only for personal use and cannot be separated from the body.
When I took out the product for the second time, I got the life-locking medicine that is said to make people immortal. Through research, I discovered that the so-called life-locking drug is actually a strange active bacteria.
The vitality of this bacterium is incredibly strong. Can survive in the harshest environments. The so-called longevity is to use the combination of itself and bacteria to achieve a disguised life extension effect.
The third time the product was taken out was similar to the first time, it was the blood of a special creature, and the instructions stated that it could replace one's own blood.
Because it was said that I could not leave my body, I tried to cut off part of my own flesh and blood, mixed it with blood, and successfully made it leave my body, and gave it to an experimental body. The user was a thirty-six-year-old adult woman, one meter tall
. He is seventy-two, weighs seventy-three kilograms, and has no pre-existing medical conditions.
The result of the experiment was death. '
Li Chengyi's hand shook slightly.
He knew that it would not be so easy to get benefits. How can there be such a safe and secure blood replacement product in this world?
That quiet little shop was opened in that mysterious and strange darkness. Whether it was for human business or not was a mystery.
Maybe it was set up for some other mysterious existence.
Li Chengyi restrained his thoughts and continued to look down.
'Within half a year, a total of three blind people entered the silent shop one after another. After comprehensive experiments, only one of all the obtained products was successfully verified. '
'The experiment was successful. T successfully extracted a biological agent called Blue Iris, which can temporarily increase the human body's reaction speed by 30%-45%. The effect is very good, surpassing all similar products on the market. . But this is based on the premise that people from dead ends must continue to enter the quiet store to purchase goods.
We cannot copy the potion, nor can we decipher the source of its materials. It can only be done by extracting the blood and flesh cells of the dead person, mixing it with the original medicine, and then diluting it and using it. This is not a long-term solution. Seeing
this, Li Chengyi finally understood why people in Utopia have been using Zhong Hui to fish.
I dare say that Zhong Hui has been entangled with Utopia from the beginning, and they actually experimented with useful pharmaceutical samples internally.
It's just that this kind of sample can only be used when mixed with the flesh and blood of the dead man, because the medicine cannot be separated from the dead man's body.
'On November 4th, a foreigner named Ghosn came to visit me and said that we could no longer enter the Silent Shop, otherwise there would be great danger. '
'I don't know who he is or where he knew my identity, but he has a scary look in his eyes. I can't describe that feeling.
' Ghosn told me that the door of the Silent Shop can actually be opened. But not from the inside out, but from the outside in. '
'As long as you check out the goods and press the switch next to the door, the glass door will open. By then, he said, I could see the reason and the truth. '
What truth?
Li Chengyi frowned and turned to the next page, but suddenly found that there was no more.
It's not that there are none, but it's all a mess of characters.
The twisted black lines and smeared patches make people wonder how Zhong Hui wrote such handwriting at that time.
Clatter. Clatter.
Li Chengyi flipped through two pages in succession before he found familiar handwriting on the new page.
A line of Yiguo characters was written crookedly on the notebook.
"I've had a blood transfusion. Something feels wrong."
Li Chengyi's heart trembled and he quickly turned to the next page.
Uh-huh!
He stood up suddenly, almost knocking over the chair behind him.
In that notebook, Zheng drew a self-portrait of Zhong Hui with black and white lines.
The portrait is lifelike and extremely realistic, just like a black and white printed photo. Even the wrinkles on the forehead and the texture of the collar are clearly depicted.
This is an old man with sparse white hair, wrinkles on his face, and deep and cold eyes.
He was wearing a whitish hard shirt, and a metal pendant with a strange symbol hung around his neck.
At this time, he seemed to be alive on the notebook, quietly watching Li Chengyi in front of him.
Those eyes were obviously just the portrait on the notebook, but they felt like they were moving to Li Chengyi.
Below the portrait, there is a line of small words.
'The way to escape is to bring out products of different categories three times in a row.'
(End of this chapter)