Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Chapter 181 Preface (II)

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The rain stopped, in an unusual way.

It’s not like there haven’t been times in Kuala Lumpur when the heavy rain stops and there are only dark clouds overhead - but it’s often followed by a drizzle before it reluctantly ends.

But this time:

In the previous second, there was a continuous crisp sound of "clattering"; in the next second, the background sound of pearls falling on a jade plate suddenly stopped.

Like the Kuala Lumpur citizens around him, Yi Daiyan also pulled open the water-repellent kit on his police hat and looked up at the sky in confusion.

The rain curtain that had been connected into threads was swept away, and the familiar linear background between the domes disappeared.

"Did God finally get a prostate replacement?"

Someone nearby said with a grin, rubbing his crotch with the hand inlaid with electrified cloud patterns.

"..."

Yi Daiyan glared at the man, covered the ears of the girl in his arms, continued to push away the crowd who lowered their heads again, and walked forward.

This is Taipingshan Market, the largest prosthetic distribution center in Kuala Lumpur. Every day, countless artificial meridians, modulated organs and prosthetic limbs are refurbished from this dilapidated block and transported to consumers in Penang, Ipoh and even overseas.

At this moment, the policeman was a little upset - he had specially taken a consumption leave to come here, just to use the extra income he got a few days ago to buy some accessories and do some maintenance on his beloved flying head.

but……

"This is the first time that we have to work urgently during consumption leave."

Yi Daiyan nervously stroked the girl's fluffy bangs. Taipingshan Market is located on the northern edge of Kuala Lumpur, but you can also see the landmark buildings in the city center.

Xianying Palace is like a can of Laoshan Cola being used as a shooting target. There are dark holes of various sizes all over the building, and it is impossible to see what is inside clearly.

A terrorist attack on the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society? How could such a thing happen...

But half an hour ago, this actually happened.

Now, all the police officers of the Kuala Lumpur Police Force received the call and rushed to the Xianying Palace.

For ordinary citizens in Kuala Lumpur, the explosion at the Xianying Temple did not seem to affect their work rhythm at all.

Life is already a block of garbage that has been compressed to the extreme, and this little thing can't even fit into the gap in my heart.

He squeezed in next to the flashing bus stop sign, scanned the code to pay the waiting fee - the official name is called "public transportation seat reservation agreement" - and pushed and shoved with other angry passengers to get a place in the first wave of boarding.

Subway and city bus are the most commonly used means of transportation for Yi Daiyan and even most police officers:

Police car rentals are not cheap.

All police officers in the security force are educated on "precise use of resources" during their induction training.

"The bureau's funding has been tight all year round, and police officers must have the spirit of sharing weal and woe."

Therefore, apart from the most basic equipment rations, the right to use other police weapons must be exchanged for money or merit.

He held his head tightly in his arms, his mind in turmoil:

For a major event like the attack on Xianying Palace, if you arrive on time and clock in, you can get some merit. But considering the traffic congestion, you will be lucky if you don't get fined...

“Ah, ah! Help, help—”

A heart-wrenching roar came from the crowd behind him, and it was particularly clear without the interference of the rain.

No one looked back, including Yi Daiyan.

As long as the reporter has not used the “Kuala Lumpur Police-Citizen Communication” app to make an appointment, report the case, and pay the service fee to reach an enforcement agreement, the police cannot just respond to such a verbal call for help.

This is for self-protection.

"Last time, that idiot sued me for 'delaying his work output', but I had to pay a month's salary..."

Thinking of this, Yi Daiyan sniffed and forced himself to pretend he didn't hear it.

But the incoherent screaming continued:

“Alive, alive—all the things in my house are alive!!”

……Eh?

This sentence brought back some bad memories for Yi Daiyan.

"Forget it. I probably won't be able to make it to the venue to clock in anyway..."

He scraped the ground with the toe of his shoe and hesitated for a moment; finally he squeezed out of the crowded crowd.

Following the source of the sound, Yi Daiyan found the man who had fallen into madness. The man's face was flushed, his facial features were shrunken in fear, and his limbs were replaced with cheap prosthetics.

He was just an ordinary day laborer in the Taipingshan market.

Yi Daiyan held Feitoujiang under his armpits and slapped the man hard with both hands to bring him back to his senses:

"Hello! Kuala Lumpur Police, enforcing the law here. Have you installed the 'Police-Citizen Communication'? ... No? Then download one now."

"Register here...Payment is here. What? Not enough money? Tsk, then use this trial voucher..."

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"Alive?" Could it be that there are still some wicked people who are trying to "beat a living person"..."

This was Yi Daiyan’s first reaction after hearing the call for help.

At this time, he had already stepped into the apartment building next to the market and headed to the scene, leaving the person who reported the case to rest there.

Before the house was formally renovated, the brains of two boys and girls were first taken out to serve as the basis of the house owner system and to manage the operation of the house.

This is called "hitting the living stake", which is said to bring good luck in the workplace and make a fortune.

In the Philippines, this is extremely common; but in New Malaysia, it is a frequent entry in the database of sorcery and forbidden arts.

The reason is simple: the efficiency, benefits and stability are too low. In terms of building management, it is far inferior to the software purchased in a unified manner, and it also affects the profits of the corresponding enterprises; boys and girls who can grow up to become qualified laborers are also an increasingly scarce and precious resource.

Although citizens are free to decide how to use their assets, this cannot affect the public resources of society as a whole.

There is also an old veteran in the bureau who has been working in the industry for more than ten years, and he has handled many cases related to "beating living piles" during that time.

Most of the stories end with the boys and girls going mad or possessed by evil spirits, and driving the household electrical appliances to kill their owners.

The old hands sometimes sigh and lament about the good old days. The ban on "beating the living stake" also cuts off a source of income for them: there are many things that can be taken from the ownerless houses; some careless owners can't tell the difference between the brains of suspects who can't pay the fine and those of boys and girls...

At that time, there were many cries for help such as “The house is alive”.

But Yi Daiyan doesn't like the act of hitting living people.

The reasons are relatively personal, even vague:

"this is not good."

As for why it is not good and what is "good", he couldn't explain it clearly.

Maybe they feel that this kind of career is not suitable for children.

But now——

Those kids who used to be called to "become a living stake" have now grown up and become models for product displays in prosthetic distribution centers, where they are paid daily. However, the life span of people in this field is generally short, with an average of three months - most of their limbs and organs have been removed, and they need to replace their prosthetics at any time, and they don't have the money to practice the corresponding alchemy method. It would be strange if they don't become possessed by demons.

After retirement, there are even fewer things you can do...

Yi Daiyan's mind was full of colorful thoughts, and he held on to the gun he rented from the bureau's armory. The red light from the spring couplets pasted on both sides of the door frame of the cheap apartment illuminated his face.

"417, we're here."

This is the scene pointed out by the reporter.

In front of me was a holographic apartment door, the door panel was a hazy blue, shaking with the breeze in the corridor. This showed that the house where the crime happened was probably used as a temporary storage point for vendors: the holographic fake door could reduce costs and facilitate the entry and exit of goods.

This is also consistent with the information provided by the person who just reported the case - although apart from the word "alive", the person who reported the case could not explain anything else.

Yi Daiyan frowned and stepped into the door frame cautiously:

In this kind of shabby apartment, there are probably not many household appliances that can be controlled by the "living pile"; the destructive power is also limited.

"It doesn't seem like anything unusual... Shit?"

He froze, not daring to move. Sweat dripped down his forehead and slid into his mouth.

The scene before my eyes was definitely not a mad “living pile”.

The small room was filled with discarded artificial meridians. The crystal clear meridians hung limply on the side, and the barcodes and factory numbers had been worn off with files.

In addition to these unprocessed goods, there is also a single-seat armchair sofa and a display screen embedded in the wall. The screen flickers with dim light, outlining the faint outlines of the furniture in the room.

Yi Daiyan's eyes widened and his teeth clenched with a "click" sound.

These furniture...

As if hearing the noise, "Sofa" lowered its head and looked at him.

It was like a person falling backwards, with his hands and feet propped up on the ground - what if someone's hands grew on both sides of his hips; but his upper body was straightened up, bent at 90 degrees with his waist and abdomen.

The shoulders are broad and square, and the pectoral muscles are particularly developed, highlighting the outer edge of the sofa; three pairs of breasts are neatly arranged on the chest, just like the soft backrest of a real sofa.

On the "back of the chair", two heads hiding in the shadows tilted slightly, as if curious about the uninvited guest in front of them -

"what……"

Yi Daiyan raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

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Chapter 182 Preface (Part )

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The monotonous aftermath of the gunshot echoed for a long time, and the flash of fire from the muzzle illuminated the monster's face -

It was only then that Yi Daiyan could see the faces of the two heads clearly:

A face with four slender phoenix eyes, with the corners of the eyes raised playfully; lips are redder than those of the most ostentatious donor.

Are you laughing?

The other face was empty, with smooth skin and no organs.

Yi Daiyan did not aim at the head during these shots.

The old-fashioned gun I got from the bureau in my hand has no intelligent module. Even if it has, it seems that it can't identify the monster's vital points now——

The best way to deal with it is to fire first, intimidate and drive away the enemy; I have not learned any knowledge related to shooting, and these shots are all aimed at the torso, which is the largest target and has the highest hit rate.

Click, click, click...

Even though the magazine was empty, he still subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the bullets went blank one after another.

There were several dark holes on the "sofa's" smooth abdomen and the layers of fat on his chest, and thin streams of blood were oozing out of them.

Although it was shaking due to the impact, the four "chair legs" still firmly grasped the ground and did not lose balance.

Its two heads were still drooping straight and staring at Yi Daiyan motionlessly; it had no intention of fighting back.

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“No movement…?”

Yi Daiyan lowered the muzzle of his gun, changed the bullets, and licked the defogger in his helmet with the tip of his tongue. He calmed down a little:

"Maybe it's just something that came out of a laboratory... Is it a new product?"

But judging from the design, it doesn’t look like it’s made in Kuala Lumpur.

By now, Yi Daiyan had become a little bolder. After the initial shock and shock, he could accept the strange scene before him.

Who hasn't heard of a few dual cultivation simulators from Manila? Although not as weird as this, the tastes of the "demons" wandering around the Philippines are just as perverted.