Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Fang Bailu recorded several messages in the "Mohist disciples" in the hollow cavity of the prosthetic abdomen, which made it easier for him to raise or lower the price. In addition to the previous sentence, there are also "How much is this broken thing worth? I don't even want it if you give it to me!" and "Boss! You might as well sell this thing to me, I'm willing to work for five years for nothing!" and so on.

Of course, these recordings have all been voice-changed.

"How do you talk to a guest? Shut up!" Fang Bailu shouted at the cyborg. The cyborg seemed to realize its mistake and returned to a shameful silence.

He turned his face back to the panicked company clerk, smiling as warm as the spring breeze:

"Tell me, how much do you think this piece of skin is worth?"

Chapter 61 A Broken Finger (Part )

Fang Bailu had cement blocks under his feet - looking from a higher angle, the company clerk's baldness was more obvious.

In companies like the Induction Society, most employees live and work in the office. If they are really tired after working overtime, they can use their spiritual perception to travel to their "home" in the digital space, which is a one-to-one replica of the real world.

I heard that even if many employees finally save enough money to rent an apartment in the oil tower, they can only go back to their "real" home a few times a month. "Working from home" is an ironic term used by many people.

So once out of the familiar office building, these employees often become vulnerable.

Sweat beads shone on the company clerk's Mediterranean-like head. He raised his hands and spread out his well-maintained fingers:

"It's worth at least a thousand... not the Singapore Malaysian Ringgit, I mean the Chinese Yuan."

The line of his jaw straightened—a sign that the company clerk's teeth were clenched tightly together.

Now it was Fang Bailu's turn to be stunned:

"I'm afraid this person is a fool..."

Such a small piece of unknown synthetic skin, you want to exchange it for so much money? Even in a specialty store, a thousand yuan of synthetic skin is enough to cover most of the floor of a hardware store.

At that time, Anbennola bought 30% of the shares of Fang’s Hardware Store at half the price.

Fang Bailu got down from the cement block and looked at the company clerk coldly: as he called out the price, the hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes were replaced by determination.

"You are so confident about the value of this skin that you even gave such a firm price...?"

If it was a bandit who was burning, killing and looting in the wilderness, Fang Bailu would think that he had come to cause trouble on purpose. But it was more likely that an employee of a large company came to Arrow Street because he really had no other channels.

Fang Bailu lowered her head, and the grid lines on her oval skin were as dense as knitwear.

"Could it be a new product from the Induction Society's laboratory?"

Although the Induction Society has always played the role of an agent and a middleman, rumors have been circulating about their attempts to develop their own product line.

Fang Bailu suddenly grinned and let out a long sigh of regret and loss:

"Hey... customer, didn't you ask me to identify the goods? I'm sorry, my knowledge is limited and I can't discover the mystery of this thing..."

He took the plastic film containing the oval skin and placed it in his palm, then handed it to the company clerk:

"I won't help you find a buyer for a product I don't understand - even if you keep it here for consignment, I will be responsible if anything goes wrong."

For someone like a company clerk, an unknown hardware store in the slums of Arrow Street should be his last and most difficult choice.

Fang Bailu was retreating to advance: he wanted to get more information about this piece of skin from the company clerk.

The company clerk stared at Fang Bailu's outstretched hand but did not take it. He wiped the sweat from above his lips with the cuff of his shirt:

"This...is not artificial. It is the dandruff shed from living creatures."

Fang Bailu retracted his hand and used the muscles around his palm to squeeze the oval piece of dandruff again:

Even through the gloves, he could feel the hard touch of cast iron.

"biology……?"

Fang Bailu had seen the technology of modifying "Innate Qi" from Old Liu - but he couldn't imagine what kind of creatures would drop such dandruff: the tight grid pattern must have been designed in some way.

It sounds a bit like the experiments conducted by evil monks in human farms in the Philippines: but in New Malaysia, this is strictly prohibited.

"If that's the case, the 'Innate Qi' contained in it is indeed quite valuable to some people..."

When the company clerk saw Fang Bailu withdraw his hand, he hurriedly added:

"If there are people who want to 'refine corpses', they will definitely come to fight for this kind of skin dandruff. And I have a lot of it, and I can provide a stable and continuous supply..."

Fang Bailu raised his head abruptly, his voice turning cold:

"Corpse refining?... No wonder Old Liu introduced you here."

He remembered the unwritten talismans in Old Liu's pharmacy when he went for the foot three yang meridian implantation surgery - at that time Fang Bailu was wondering if it had returned to its old business.

Old Liu once asked the previous store owner to act as an intermediary and help him choose a suitable place to store corpses.

"Why did it start again?"

The last time Old Liu tried to refine a corpse, it ended in failure, and it was said that it caused quite a mess... But the previous owner kept his mouth shut about it, and Fang Bailu didn't know the details.

"Why don't you hand it over to your company? If this dandruff is really as valuable as you say... and you have inventory, wouldn't it be a good deal if you hand it over to the company?"

If the Sensing Society is secretly refining corpses, then this information is worth pondering.

The company clerk suddenly frowned and met Fang Bailu's gaze fiercely:

"Why, why should we hand it over to the company? Just sell it for me, it will benefit both of us, right?"

He spat out the words rapidly, breathing heavily and loosening the tight tie around his neck.

"Why are you so excited all of a sudden? You seem like a different person..."

In the past, if you mention something about the company to those employees, they will be particularly happy. In urban legends, many companies will "bewitch" employees during the physical examination: as long as they hear about the company, it will stimulate the secretion of endorphins in the brain, making them feel particularly happy.

This is not entirely sensational - Fang Bailu once saw someone singing the company's theme song in a teahouse after drinking, and he was so excited that he had a cardiac arrest and died suddenly.

But the company clerk in front of him was very different: when this topic was brought up, it made him furious.

Fang Bailu scratched his head with the tip of his fist. The action recognition code of the neural blocking field generator had not changed. If the company clerk showed any abnormality, he could terminate his actions at any time.

The company clerk scratched the area around his neck and blinked his eyelids nervously from time to time, as if there was something foreign in his eyes.

Fang Bailu stared at him and continued speaking:

"Okay, then leave the dandruff in the store. I'll keep an eye out for a buyer for you. I'll take a 20% commission, and I won't be responsible for compensation if it's lost."

"If the customer is satisfied, we can talk about long-term supply."

The company clerk nodded vigorously, showing no intention of bargaining:

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Thank you. I'll contact you when it's sold."

He exchanged communication codes with Fang Bailu, huddled up and walked out of the hardware store quickly.

Fang Bailu looked at the company clerk holding an umbrella outside the door, but shouted towards the second floor:

"Xiao Huang! Get down here!"

A yellowish-haired local dog tumbled down from the second floor, and stumbled against the wall due to the violent impact.

It turned over and ran to Fang Bailu's feet, wagging its tail and rubbing back and forth. Its eyes showed human-like flattery and its mouth opened to both sides, as if it wanted to smile.

"Don't laugh! Shut up!"

The uncanny valley effect brought about by the anthropomorphic smile on the animal's face made Fang Bailu feel creepy.

When the yellow dog heard his scolding, it tucked its tail between its legs and whimpered in grievance.

This is the "Master Huang Wu" who was subdued by the Compassionate Sword and stored in the new memory.

According to Mercy Blade, he also embedded the "Tightening Curse·Revised" into the bottom layer of Huang Wuye's code, so Fang Bailu can open it anytime and anywhere. So now it is extremely obedient to Fang Bailu, like a loyal dog that has been raised for many years, without any trace of its original arrogance.

Fang Bailu squatted down and lifted its fur to check the long and thin fracture on its neck, on top of which was a layer of crude welding marks: this was where Huang Wuye's dog head was chopped off by Erni with a ring-handled knife.

Fang Bailu had no time to find a blacksmith, so he had to use his own crude skills to connect the nerve ducts to the bones.

It was normal to move, but if a direct battle broke out, it would definitely lose its head. And the retractable "wetware" in its nostrils that could invade the spirit orifice and other electronic devices could not be used - according to the Mercy Blade, it seemed that the related drive was damaged due to an accident in the digital space.

The high mobility of the "Wumingzao-A" remains basically intact, and it is still capable of performing scout and reconnaissance work.

"Follow the company employee outside and keep a close eye on him. If anything happens, report back."

Uncle Huang Wu nodded in a humane way, took cheerful little steps, wagged his tail, squeezed through the glass door and went out.

Fang Bailu held the small piece of skin up to the light and continued to observe it carefully:

"Isn't it because of athlete's foot that the skin is peeling off?"

He shook his head: This first business order since reopening was a bit weird.

Chapter 62 A Broken Finger (Part )

Huang Wuye's body rose up - the soles of his dog's paws broke open, and sharp prosthetic limbs popped out to support his body. He jumped up and nailed his limbs into the wall, and with rapid alternating thrusts, he escaped from Fang Bailu's field of vision.

Although it is a "yellow dog", its mimicry when climbing is more like a giant spider.

Fang Bailu put down the skin: the regular grid pattern has been lingering in his mind. After all, living things are not real machines - after many iterations of "innate qi", such regular physical signs should not be produced.

"Does this grid have any meaning? Never mind... let Xiao Huang watch it for now."

Fang Bailu shook his head, moved the rocking chair with a broken handle, and put the dandruff into the safe at his feet:

Wait for an opportunity to sell it to potentially interested customers later - they know more about this than you do.

……

Fang Bailu rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the rocking chair - the background sound of rain outside made him a little sleepy. He had already cut and polished the sharp wooden thorns on the broken end of the recliner's handle, but the feeling of his forearm hanging in the air was still uncomfortable.

"Ah...why are there no customers?"

Although Fang's Hardware Store's daily business operation has a bit of a "three years of closure, three years of profit after reopening" flavor, the long days of closure have made him eager to see new customers.

Especially the weird company clerk in front, who further stimulated this desire.

"Tsk, I'm just sitting around doing nothing."

Bored, Fang Bailu took out the "Mohist disciple" from the abdomen of his prosthetic body and checked how Master Huang Wu's surveillance work was going while watching the store:

Monotonous lines of varying thickness popped up in "Mohist Disciples", briefly showing the floor plan of Kuala Lumpur.

A red circle was flashing in the center of the map - it represented Mr. Huang Wu who was tracking the company clerk in the wind and rain outside the store.

Judging from the map, Mr. Huang Wuye has left Alor Street and headed towards Haji Taib Lane.

This was originally the most chaotic red-light district in the entire Kuala Lumpur, and now it is filled with countless wine shops, hot pots, and low-end brothels.

"It moves very fast..."

Fang Bailu checked the movement trajectory of Mr. Huang Wu - its speed exceeded 70 kilometers per hour, and it made a big circle: the company clerk must have taken some kind of transportation.

Drip!

Countless characters suddenly popped up below the map, connecting together to form dense lines, outlining a cartoon dog's head on the left side of the screen.

A long dialog box spit out from the dog's mouth, with words jumping on it:

"Mr. Huang Wu's most beloved master: May you be blessed with great fortune and live as long as the Southern Mountains! Mr. Huang Wu is tracking the target, please be patient. Do you need Mr. Huang Wu to send the image to you?"

Judging from the crude and weird appearance of the dialogue interface, it seems to have been written by itself in its spare time.

Fang Bailu looked at the dog head that was extremely similar to the emoticon package in his previous life and couldn't help but smile.

But the laughter was interrupted by the "character painting" that popped up next:

The characters are carefully interwoven on the left side of the picture, forming a handsome, cold, murderous and majestic face.

The human face opened its mouth and a dialog box popped up with a cursor flashing, as if reminding Fang Bailu to input something.

At first glance, it looks like a man and a dog are talking to each other.

Fang Bailu stared at it carefully for several times before realizing that this was probably the "Portrait of Fang Bailu" that had been artistically processed and beautified several times by Mr. Huang Wu.

"…Does it have a special app installed to flatter and curry favor with people?"

Fang Bailu danced his fingers on the holographic keyboard in the air and replied to Master Huang Wu:

"Row."

The cartoons drawn by dots, lines and characters disappeared, and real-time images came from "Mohist Disciples".

What is before my eyes is Kuala Lumpur shrouded in mist and rain - it is just a version rotated 90 degrees: Mr. Huang Wu should be moving on the wall through the "Wuming Flea-A".