Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

It is said that before the blackout, humans had in a sense reached the "deadline" of knowledge: humans had gone too far on the road of science, so that before their bodies and minds completely aged and decayed, they had no time to learn the most cutting-edge knowledge in a single subject - and could not go any further.

In Fang Bailu's view, this is a fallacy: if science has developed to the point where a person cannot learn a subject until he dies, then why haven't humans mastered the way to immortality or are they still stuck on Earth instead of exploring the stars? At least from the perspective of digital space and initiation surgery, this so-called knowledge "deadline" has been solved.

"No matter what, this thing must have something to do with the immortal's physical body..." He shook his head and shook off all the random associations - this is definitely not the entire immortal's physical body: according to Anbennola, the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association has the legs of the immortal's physical body.

This might be a part of the immortal's body - the protruding knuckles and nails made Fang Bailu think that it might be... a finger?

If Fang Bailu's guess is correct, the form of existence of this immortal's physical body may be even more beyond his expectations.

Fang Bailu pulled open the wet shirt that was stuck to his back: just a glance just now made him sweat through his heavy shirt.

But unlike the trepidation he felt when he held the "inner elixir" that night, his heart was beating like a drum at this moment, but he was a little excited - after learning about the so-called immortal body, this was the first time he found clues related to it. After all, only the unknown is often frightening.

There was a "click" sound from the "Mohist disciples" - the company clerk had taken the elevator up and was opening the door. The two pure red figures on the display were about to meet, like some kind of weird drama.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk...

The company clerk's hard-soled leather shoes made a crisp sound on the floor.

He raised his two crimson arms, staggered over to pick up something heavy from the corner of the room, and dumped it towards the Finger Man.

"Splash!" There was a sound of liquid splashing from the "Mohist Disciples".

The place where the liquid was placed was a blind spot in Huang Wuye's vision, and the high-sensitivity infrared imaging only showed the living organism, so Fang Bailu had no idea what was poured into it.

"Is it water or nutrient solution...? Wait, why is he not affected?"

Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel surprised: judging from the normal and relaxed actions of the company clerk, he didn't have any irresistible physiological impulse at all - just now Fang Bailu wanted to get into the display screen immediately.

The company clerk stretched himself and sighed with exhaustion:

"Oh... I'm so sleepy, my brain is about to explode... I may not be able to complete this month's sales. How are you, are you doing well today?"

In the "Mohist disciples", apart from the faint roars and gasps of fighting and the sound of water colliding from other rooms, no answer was heard. The other red figure did not move at all, and the company clerk seemed to be talking to himself.

After a while, the company clerk suddenly replied:

"Really? You're okay! I have to go to work soon, so I came back to see how you were doing."

He fell on the mattress with a thud, causing the low-quality mattress to squeak strangely:

"I really want to travel. During the past two years of annual leave, the company took us to the same place for team building, which was not fun."

"Is the Induction Society so perfunctory... No wonder I haven't heard of any new travel memory bidding from them this year."

Fang Bailu carefully wrote down every word of the company clerk - they might contain clues and information.

The company clerk tossed and turned on the mattress, while "Knuckles" remained standing motionlessly, and the infrared imaging showed no response or expression from it.

"Ah? Is that so? Then I want to go there next time too, hahahaha... I've never seen a place where it doesn't rain."

I don’t know what answer the company clerk heard, but judging from the way he laughed, the answer must have made him very satisfied.

Fang Bailu felt like she was watching a company clerk perform a one-man show:

"Hallucination? Perception substitution? Or something else...?"

Of course, there is also the possibility that the company clerk has developed paranoia or schizophrenia and has difficulty discerning the situation in front of him - this is also a common occupational disease today, but it is not covered by the company's medical insurance.

Chapter 65: After getting drunk, I didn’t know the sky was in the water (Part )

The company clerk was pulling something around his neck with his hands - from the movement, he seemed to be taking off his tie:

"I need to issue an invoice later... the company needs it to pay off vacation..."

His voice gradually became weaker, and the incomprehensible mumbling was replaced by loud snoring: the company clerk fell asleep soon after he touched the pillow.

"You fell asleep so quickly. Didn't you bring the work stimulants issued by the company? I should have told him that I also have the business of issuing invoices on behalf of others. The commission is not high." Thinking of the transparent forehead of the company clerk, Fang Bailu couldn't help but sigh.

There were two red figures in the room, one lying and one standing, echoing with the heavy, nasal breathing of the company clerk.

Fang Bailu looked away: This was the first time he had a clue about the immortal's body - even if it was just a small fragment. If it weren't for his identity as a "living dead", Fang Bailu would consider selling this information to a large company.

But now... this thing is a hot potato: without infrared imaging, I can't even see its existence directly, nor can I find a way to use it.

The only association that came to mind was a weird idea:

"What would happen if the footage was broadcast live? Would everyone who saw it have the same reaction as me and start a 'party'?" From this perspective, it is equivalent to some kind of weapon of mass destruction.

But how did it end up in the hands of this bald company clerk, and how was it stored so carefully in a self-service hotel in the red-light district? At least from the current situation, Fang Bailu has not seen any signs of mega-corporations interfering - such a thing cannot be left outside the laboratory.

Fang Bailu's heart was no longer as gloomy as before: at least he had more bargaining chips and didn't have to be a headless fly in the dark anymore.

"Xiao Huang, keep your distance and keep a close eye on that room. Notify me if anything happens."

He planned to let Master Huang Wu monitor it first, and not to act rashly and alert the enemy - he couldn't find a better "container" to preserve the Knuckle Man at the moment.

Fang Bailu took out the piece of dandruff from the safe under his butt and compared it with the "mural" in his memory: although it also had fine lines, it did not have the flashing light or breathing-like expansion and contraction.

"Has it been inactivated? Or was it directly peeled off from that 'person'?"

From Fang Bailu's extremely limited knowledge of biology, he really couldn't tell what other mysteries were in the dandruff. He could only ask "Old Liu", an expert in this field...

Since he was the company clerk introduced by it, he must have received some benefits - at least he got a piece of dandruff, and maybe he has started to analyze and utilize the "innate qi" inside.

Fang Bailu suddenly remembered that he had promised Cibeidao last time to prepare a young woman's body for the fox demon he subdued.

"You don't learn well at a young age."

He scratched his head: Why not ask Old Liu to help get one... He had made many attempts in refining corpses, and had ways to get many bodies whose three souls and seven spirits had been scattered.

"Tsk, why is an AI so obsessed with refining corpses..."

Fang Bailu moved the small piece of skin——

and many more……

His heart suddenly trembled, and an ominous feeling came to his mind:

"Damn it, Old Liu is not going to collect the 'innate qi' from the dandruff to use for corpse refining, is he?!"

Fang Bailu jumped up suddenly——

The shock he had received before was so severe that he did not immediately think of this horrifying possibility.

The stack of unwritten spells in Old Liu's pharmacy, the reward that no one knew where it went, and the broken iron door of the cold storage with poor insulation performance...

These clues connected with each other in his mind: Old Liu must have been preparing for another corpse refining for a long time.

So when it gets the dandruff shed from the immortal, what will it refine...?

Fang Bailu touched the empty groove next to his big teeth with the tip of his tongue and called Old Liu - no one answered, only a mechanical voice asking Fang Bailu whether he wanted to pay to leave a message.

Old Liutou is an AI, so there is no need for him to be "distracted" to answer the phone: while he is performing four or five operations at the same time, he can also surf the Internet to select the newly developed "Mr. Horn".

Fang Bailu stood up and looked at the dark handprint on the empty white wall left when he fell: last time he had painted over the words "Harmony brings wealth" with white paint.

"Oh shit!"

Fang Bailu picked up things on the counter and took out an eyepiece - it had infrared imaging and vital sign monitoring functions. Fang Bailu had used it to discover Anbennola's hibernation state in the oil tower before.

With it, at least he would no longer have the turbid lust that he felt when he looked directly at the "Knuckle Man": whatever could be made from the skin flakes would definitely have certain characteristics of the mother. He put on the goggles, adjusted them slightly, and put the "Mohist Disciple" back into the abdomen of the prosthesis.

Fang Bailu plans to go and see Old Liu.

He was not very concerned about the safety of Old Liu: although the two sides had maintained a friendly business relationship for several years, they did not have a deep friendship and it was limited to "pleasant cooperation".

However, the only person around Fang Bailu who has done in-depth research on "Innate Qi" and can make him trust it is Old Liu. Without it, the immortal's secret place will be further away from him.

and--

Ever since the night he chatted with the previous owner, he no longer wanted to maintain that cautious attitude.

Although he was able to survive in this chaotic world by this way of survival, the dangerous situations he had experienced and was about to face were beginning to exceed his imagination.

Is it really useful to continue to escape?

The smooth cuts left by the phone on the bedroom floor kept turning over in his mind. They were the marks left in his heart by pure violence—and it was his own violence.

Fang Bailu licked his lips:

"I really want to try out the sword..."

The cell phone vibrated in his pocket: the flying sword was responding to Fang Bailu's vibrating thoughts.

He put on a rubber raincoat, picked up the selfie stick and swung it, and walked out of the store: the phone flew out of his trouser pocket, performed a "barrel roll" and squeezed into the groove at the top of the selfie stick - this fancy move Fang Bailu became more and more familiar with. With each step, the blue veins on his calves outside his shorts popped up like little snakes.

The prosthetic body limped behind Fang Bailu and walked out of the store with him.

Fang Bailu put on the hood of her rubber raincoat and held the selfie stick tightly in her hand. The prosthetic body squatted down and clasped its hands in front of it, with the back of its hands pressed against the dusty ground, supporting Fang Bailu's long rain boots.

He took a few deep breaths of the air filled with mist and raindrops. His heart was beating violently, pumping waves of blood to his legs.

Fang Bailu raised his selfie stick and pointed to the roof of the alley. The eyepiece showed the distance between the roof and himself: he had tested it before and there was no problem at this height. Old Liu's medicine shop was behind this building.

He was going to "take a shortcut". He had tried it before, and now he was going to try it again. Fang Bailu squatted down to adjust his center of gravity and stepped on the palm of the prosthesis with both feet.

The prosthetic body kicks its legs to stand up, transmitting the terrifying contraction force of the hydraulic muscles from the legs and back to the hands, making an upward throwing motion - this method of exerting force that infuses the whole body comes from the previous patch updated for "Iron Wire Fist".

call!

Fang Bailu's legs pushed out at the same time when the prosthetic arm was raised to the highest point. The calf muscles expanded violently as the three yang meridians of the foot were stimulated at full power, exploding the raindrops attached to the skin into water balls that sprayed outward.

Boom!

The recoiled body fell backwards to the ground. With the combined power of the two forces, Fang Bailu leaped upward like a carp swimming upstream towards the dragon's gate, and rushed straight to the rooftop.

The rain hit his eyepiece fiercely, dense and noisy. Fang Bailu did not press his arms against his trouser seams, but opened his hands, feeling the stagnant air resistance like wings.

Sixth floor, seventh floor...

As the floor rose, Fang Bailu's upward force also decreased - until it disappeared after passing the edge of the roof. He landed lightly on the roof, holding the selfie stick in his hand.

Fang Bailu exhaled deeply a few times - this kind of coordination can only be achieved by combining the strength of one body and two bodies.

This flying-like feeling made him intoxicated - it was both the joy of breaking free from gravity and the dizziness similar to sleepiness caused by the blood flowing to his legs.

After learning that he might not be “that” Fang Bailu, he fell more and more in love with the feeling of this rapid adrenaline rush.

"But is there any difference?"

If it were before, even if he was sure, he would not try this "shortcut" and would rather just cross the street honestly.

"But it's more interesting to go upstairs this way, right?"

The prosthetic knee had not been repaired yet, so Fang Bailu left it to watch over the store.

He turned on the "selfie mode" - Fang Bailu in the camera looked much younger than in the previous video.

Fang Bailu switched the camera to rear-facing mode, turned on the "Zhu Xie" filter, grabbed the selfie stick and looked around -

The surrounding stacked houses and buildings turned into squares with dense numbers and arrows on the mobile phone screen.

"Whatever Old Liu refines, I'll just take a picture of it from a distance."

Chapter 66: After getting drunk, I didn’t know the sky was under the water (Part )

Fang Bailu ran along the center line of the rooftop, leaving a gap in the rain. He jumped from a rooftop full of garbage and waste, and landed on the rooftop of another building that was just as dirty and messy—the hard soles of his rain boots hurt Fang Bailu's feet.

He felt a little tired: without the Dantian furnace implanted, using artificial meridians put a great strain on the physical body.

"Coming."

He was back on the upper floor of Guang'an Garden. There were still cracks on the floor left by the last time his prosthetic body ran.

Fang Bailu kicked away the messy woven bags and plastic sheets around him, took out a telescopic tripod from his pocket and connected it to the end of the selfie stick - this was made by Fang Bailu using waste materials from the store.

He raised the tripod so that the screen of the mobile phone was level with his neck - this would keep it stable while "shooting".

Even if the phone has been turned on to airplane mode, it will not work once it is connected to the selfie stick: if you want to talk about convenience, it is definitely more convenient to just float it.

The "Zhu Xie" filter shows densely stacked squares: its basic unit seems to be a cube with a length, width and height of 50 cm, which cannot be adjusted. Once an object that is too large is included in the picture, it will be filled with mosaic-like squares, and the accuracy of the operation will be greatly reduced.

He moved away from the screen and adjusted the magnification and mode of the eyepiece with his hands:

Behind the mottled and peeling cement wall is Old Liu's medicine shop. In the infrared imaging of the eyepiece, there is no trace of biological activity in the medicine shop, and there are few moving red figures in the entire building - it is already night, and the residents of A Luo Street are rushing to get nutrient solution and electricity for their homes at dawn.

However, because the walls of the cold storage in the drugstore were too cheap, the "thermal bridge effect" interfered with the heat radiation that escaped from it, making the entire cold storage look red - it was impossible to determine whether there were any living organisms in it.

"Perhaps you can only see it from the iron door facing the cold storage..."