Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Exterminate evil".

This was the only abnormality Fang Bailu discovered.

"It can't be a self-destruct button..."

He hesitated for a moment, then gently clicked the icon: No one should be that boring.

The image on the screen was stained with a hazy layer, and everything was deformed and reshaped:

Everything in the bedroom is turned into square cubes, stacked together. Some look like "mosaic" due to too low resolution, but the details on each cube are also very clear - just like the "voxel" style in the game.

For example, the large and small cuts on the prosthetic body that were previously made by Huang Wuye using the "Wumingzhao-A" prosthetic limb were all clearly shown in the picture.

"A bit like... the style of Minecraft?"

He couldn't help but think of the computer games he played in his "previous life" - this "filter" turned the inside of the lens into a voxel style, giving everything a different sense of strangeness.

Fang Bailu sighed again: It really is a filter.

He made a rough estimate: the length, width and height of each block were about 50 centimeters.

"It could also be 49 centimeters? It seems that the products of the old world are very fond of this kind of 'Great Dao Fifty, Heaven's Evolution Forty-Nine'... But what does this have to do with 'Exterminating Evil'?"

He shook his head and continued to ponder this filter: these products from the old world always deviate from his own logic, and he didn't know what the design ideas were.

There is another thing unusual in the image distorted by the filter: each cube is marked with a number.

These numbers are between one and five, and the number marked on each square is different.

He pointed the camera at the prosthesis and read the numbers displayed on each part of it:

The head and neck are "three", the torso is "five", the intact left leg is "two", and the right leg with damaged joints is "one" both above and below...

There are small arrows next to each number, pointing in different directions.

"Is it some kind of detection mechanism? Then are these numbers the material strength of the objects in the cube..."

He clicked on the right thigh of the prosthesis in the animation: If this is really a reconnaissance mechanism, it might display more detailed information.

The screen did not change at all, and there was no pop-up information window as Fang Bailu had imagined.

but……

“This block seems to have moved a little?”

Fang Bailu looked closely at the right leg of the prosthesis: the vertically stacked squares were no longer straight - the square representing the right thigh protruded a little outward.

"Well……"

Fang Bailu pressed the block with his fingertips and dragged it horizontally in the direction indicated by the arrow.

Silently, the block separated from the lower half of the prosthesis and rolled to the floor.

Fang Bailu moved the phone away and looked at the prosthesis in reality: it was standing there intact, with all its legs and feet intact.

"What is this? AR (augmented reality) technology?"

Fang Bailu raised his eyebrows and pressed the round button on the handle of the selfie stick——

He held his breath: the prosthesis was safe and sound, nothing had happened.

Knock knock knock——

The phone vibrated slightly in the groove, causing the selfie stick to shake back and forth, and tapping with Fang Bailu's fingertips made dense, light sounds.

"Oh my god?" He threw the selfie stick away and rolled off the bed: he had never seen his phone behave this way before.

But Fang Bailu knew from experience that this kind of sudden shaking meant malfunction and explosion.

The phone disappeared, leaving only the selfie stick lying on the mattress.

Hurala!

Amid the sharp sound of airflow, a long dent appeared on the bed sheet, which was an indentation caused by the wind pressure.

Fang Bailu looked in the direction where the trace extended: the mobile phone had appeared next to the prosthetic body's thigh at some point.

It presses tightly against the hydraulic muscle, slowly and gently "pushing" the thigh -

flutter!

The right thigh above the knee joint of the prosthesis was like an unassembled building block. It fell sideways as the phone moved and rolled on the ground like a wooden stick.

The prosthetic body suddenly lost the support of its right leg and fell straight to the right front, crashing to the ground.

Fang Bailu looked at the prosthetic calf still standing upright, then stood up by holding onto the mattress with both hands.

He approached cautiously and picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground along with the prosthetic thigh.

Fang Bailu's fingertips felt that the body of the phone was no longer as cold as before, and the metal on the back, made of unknown material, gave off waves of warmth.

He squatted down, lifted up the heavy thigh of the prosthesis, and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes:

"..."

Rather than saying the thigh was cut off, it was more like being "separated" - there were no new cuts on the leg bones and joints except for the old scars. The dense nerve tubes hung to the side, intact.

As long as Fang Bailu brings the tools, it won’t take long to reinstall the thigh.

"How did you do that? If it was a living thing, it wouldn't be possible to put it together..."

He looked at his phone and selfie stick again: It seemed that he needed to do some experiments.

When Bai Lu was watching "The Investiture of the Gods" from the front, he saw that the Taoist Lu Ya had a magic weapon called "Flying Knife of Immortal Slaying".

When the user of a magic weapon uses it to kill an enemy, he has to say: "Please turn around, baby."

"So what should I say...please take a picture, baby?"

After removing the selfie stick, the phone left the original shooting mode. Fang Bailu clicked on "Peripherals" in "Settings" and saw an additional line of text:

"Offline peripherals: hilt (uncertified manufacturer)".

Chapter 60 A Broken Finger (I)

In the corner of the alley of A Luo Street, a shop front was emitting a deep and dim light, like a ghost cave. The purple neon sign of the shop was flickering, and it made a crackling sound from time to time, which made it even more weird.

A child wearing plastic film as a raincoat passed by the alley entrance. He was frightened by the atmosphere and ran away quickly.

If you stick your head into the store, you'll see a man with his eyes tightly closed, beads of sweat on his forehead, and occasionally a hideous wail coming out of his throat:

"Hiss! Oh my god..."

Fang Bailu took a deep breath and held his finger in front of him: the skin next to the nail was broken and a small drop of blood was oozing out. He lowered his head and looked at the mobile phone floating next to him. There was an iron file for grinding nails wrapped with tape on it.

He is "practicing swordplay" - controlling his phone to trim his nails to exercise his fine control over it. But the little wounds on his ten fingers show that this "swordplay" experiment is not successful.

"Hey... I thought it would be easier to establish a conditioned reflex this way."

Fang Bailu has reached a bottleneck in playing with his mobile phone - due to his insufficient dynamic vision and reaction ability, he cannot fully utilize the speed limit of his mobile phone, but his attempts to get more detailed have had little effect.

The selfie stick was leaning against the counter, just within his reach. Fang Bailu was still groping for the handle.

Fang Bailu took the tape and wrapped the broken fingers: If the customers see the mess of these hands, Fang’s Hardware Store will lose all its image.

This was the first night that Fang's Hardware Store reopened, but there were no customers yet.

The brand new shelves were already neatly arranged in the store, except that not a single item had been put on them yet.

The prosthesis sat on a small folding stool next to the counter, its eyes and eyebrows hidden in the shadows by its pulled-down cap. It held its hands in front of its mouth, looking like it was in deep thought. Fang Bailu reattached his right thigh, but the prosthesis always swayed when it stood.

In its right hand, it held a handful of small steel balls removed from sandbags: with the contraction force of the "Kuafu-3" hydraulic muscles, the lethality of a close-range throw was comparable to that of a shotgun.

The taciturn "bodyguard" - this is the new role of the prosthesis in Fang’s Hardware Store.

Fang Bailu knocked on the new counter: Although this counter is not as good as the one destroyed by the evil spirit before, but -

clatter! clatter! clatter!

The sound of hard-soled leather shoes tapping on the ground came from far away, and a man appeared in front of the glass door of the hardware store: his hair on his forehead was combed back, trying to cover the sparse and shiny top of his head.

But unlike his hair that showed signs of aging, his skin was smooth, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses under his prominent brow bones, and his chin was broad and full - judging from his facial features alone, he was only in his twenties.

Fang Bailu recognized this face as one of the facelifts that many companies like to do for new employees. It is said that people with this face are hardworking, responsible, and have a strong sense of teamwork.

But he scoffed at the fortune teller's words: Mr. Kui also said that he had the appearance of being very rich and powerful, but Fang Bailu turned out to be diagnosed with liver cancer in his twenties.

The man's pure black tie was tied neatly in front of his collar, and the hem of his white shirt was tucked into his trousers. Judging from the magnification of the eyes by the lenses, they were a pair of plain glasses without prescription.

Snapped!

He tightened the umbrella, swung it quickly six times, and tapped the ground with the tip three times to shake off the raindrops on it - his movements were smooth and flowing, and it seemed that he had received long-term and standardized training.

The man hesitated at the door for a moment, but finally pushed open the glass door of the hardware store.

"Welcome, welcome!" Fang Bailu spread his hands and nodded at the empty shelves, "Pick whatever you want! Cheap and affordable!"

This is a way to identify random customers who don't know the ins and outs of Fang's Hardware Store: those who like to visit stores in the streets and alleys will only affect the intermediary service provided by Fang Bailu.

When ordinary people see the store owner's abnormal behavior, they basically turn around and walk away.

The man nodded hesitantly and followed Fang Bailu's movements to look at the non-existent goods.

"Hmm...it looks like you're here for the agency service."

The sleeves of his shirt were soaked by the rain, revealing the tattoo on his forearm: it was an electronic alchemy cauldron surrounded by the five elements symbols of "gold, wood, water, fire and earth".

"Tsk, company clerk..."

From this kind of attire, the uniform plastic surgery, and the tattoo on his forearm - Fang Bailu could tell that he was a civilian worker in the "Induction Society".

Guests from large companies are sometimes very troublesome: they are hesitant and want to gain benefits, but are also afraid of the possible consequences.

However, Fang Bailu will still try his best to accept the first order from the customer after the reopening, so that he can make a good start.

The man's gaze paused on the prosthetic body, then moved to Fang Bailu and pushed up his plain glasses:

"I... I was introduced by a friend... an old doctor nearby? He said that this hardware store has a wide network of contacts..."

The wretched face of Old Liu on the LCD screen jumped in Fang Bailu's mind:

"If Old Liu introduced him, he should be reliable."

Fang Bailu stared at the clerk's crotch and couldn't help wondering if he had changed his "horn":

"The price for dealing with your boss is not cheap. I won't accept department heads or higher positions - I'll give you a 5% discount on bodyguard services after you get promoted."

In the new century where employment is basically lifelong, many company employees will do anything to vacate their positions. Fang Bailu has also provided intermediary services to many ambitious white-collar workers who want to succeed in their careers.

"Ah? No... I'm not dealing with a boss..."

“You have already dealt with it yourself, right? Cleaning up the scene starts from 100 yuan. If you want to escape from Kuala Lumpur, the price depends on your destination.”

The company clerk's lips moved, and he took out a small piece of plastic film from the chest strap of his shirt and gently placed it on the counter.

"I just want to know how much it's worth... If possible, please help me find a buyer."

Fang Bailu lowered his head and looked at the object in the plastic film:

It was a small oval piece of skin, as if it had been peeled off from the fingertip.

There were lines and wrinkles on it - but unlike natural skin, the crisscrossing lines were straight, forming a grid.

Fang Bailu put on gloves, took out a pair of tweezers and gently pressed on the skin - there was no deformation, and it felt hard like metal.

"There is no serial number, and I can't tell what material it is made of... It's not ordinary synthetic skin."

Fang Bailu had never seen such skin before.

He looked away, expressionless:

"It's not worth much. It should be a fake skin produced by some small factory with no quality assurance..."

The company clerk was stunned, disbelief flashed across his eyes:

"Hey? But obviously...are you lying to me?"

Fang Bailu put his hands on the counter and stared down at the company clerk from above.

There is a cement brick on the ground behind the counter: sometimes Fang Bailu would step on it to increase his height and create a sense of oppression.

A dull and fierce voice came from under the prosthetic cap:

"Boss, what are you talking to this guy who comes to mess things up? I'll kick him out!"