Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"So, can I say that I have shaped the machine into a human being?"

Fang Bailu gently slid his fingers——

Before Old Liu's new body, made of flesh and metal, turned into scattered parts, a question came out of its distorted speaker that left Fang Bailu puzzled:

"So human instincts are totally devoid of wisdom?"

Chapter 70 Dao Fruit (Part )

Old Liu's four arms were separated and fell off from his torso, and piled together with the flesh and blood of the "zombie" that was chopped off by the flying sword, which looked like Leonardo da Vinci's painting "Vitruvian Man".

In the center of its huge spherical body, there was a half-meter-long and wide square hole - it was cut by the mobile phone. Fang Bailu stepped on the gap between blood and oil, looking down at the huge "wound" on Old Liu's body from above:

Deformed parts and minced meat intertwined together, flowing out of the hole and scattered around. The old model LCD screen that carried the facial expression of Old Liu was now gray, with only the buds of meat that had drilled out of the gaps drooping on the surface.

Various unknown liquids flowed out from under its body, forming a strange puddle of water: the "portable pill preparation device" built into Old Liu's body was also separated by "Zhu Xie", and the chemical reagents stored in it flowed out together.

Seeing the "death" of Old Liu that he had personally created, Fang Bailu did not feel any "guilt": the machine was not a delicate flesh and blood body. As long as the memory was intact and there were enough parts and materials, he could "resurrect" Old Liu at any time.

But compared with the physical damage caused by his "Evil-Slaying" skill, the "inner demon" that drove Old Liu crazy was the most difficult to eliminate.

"……what happened?"

At the center of those fragments is Old Liu’s memory.

Fang Bailu squatted down and gently swept it out of the debris with a selfie stick——

It was a rectangular piece half the size of a palm, like the bank card from his "previous life". But the material was strange: it changed from a dark grey reflective material that reflected the green fluorescence on the wall to a rough and weird texture with tiny holes.

He stretched out his hand and touched it with the tip of his fingernail: half of the memory felt as hard as iron, while the other half was inexplicably soft.

He pressed gently on the soft part - leaving a deep fingerprint indentation in the memory.

“This feeling…”

Fang Bailu picked up a piece of broken iron on the ground beside him and gently scratched the sharp edge of the memory card: the alloy surface that should have been hard now left a deep scratch like the skin of a living creature.

The scratch only cut halfway - the remaining half was still hard, and the broken iron pieces made a teeth-grinding squeaking sound when they hit each other.

Fang Bailu recognized the model of this memory: it included the storage medium and the shell, which were completely made of alloy and could withstand cutting under thousands of psi pressure.

But now it has been cut by a piece of broken iron?

For some unknown reason, half of Old Liu's memory turned into soft biological material.

Like skin.

Fang Bailu suddenly felt a little creepy and his back felt cold - it seemed that the bitter wind and rain outside the window were pouring into his rubber raincoat.

"Was it the 'zombies' who did this...? Or was it because I used the 'evil-killing' filter on both organic and inorganic matter?"

Although Fang Bailu had some knowledge of materials science, he couldn't figure out how such a transformation could happen. But no matter how you put it, it was always a bit scary when something transformed from metal to flesh and blood in an unintuitive way.

Just when he thought he had a certain understanding of the "immortal body", he got another "surprise".

"I don't know if it can be read in this state."

Fang Bailu shook his head, put Old Liu's memory into his pocket, and decided to make plans after returning to Fang's Hardware Store:

He still has things to do.

……

Fang Bailu stepped into the door frame that was dented by the "zombies" and looked at the banners scrolling on the display screen in Lao Liutou's pharmacy. He suddenly felt a little sad.

Not to mention that he didn't know how to read his memory which was in such a strange state - even if he could successfully eliminate the madness for Old Liu, that would not be "the" Old Liu that he knew.

Mentally ill artificial intelligence is difficult to repair... Fang Bailu can only hope that there is a backup in Old Liu's memory so that he can roll back.

"It would be best if I could modify its code and increase my hardware store's commission... I'll consider it as a reward for saving it."

Old Liu's drugstore is a mess now: formalin and organ preservation fluid mixed with the blood and body fluids from the crushed organs of "zombies" have formed streaks of light red rivers all over the floor.

Various organs floated in the liquid like whales stranded on the shallows.

He squatted down, adjusted the magnification of the eyepiece, and checked the labels left on these organs in subtle places - those were the marks that each company would leave on the organs of employees when they joined the company:

"Exclusively for the Induction Society."

Those retired “business role models” mentioned by Lao Liu turned out to be from the same company as the company clerks…

"It was the company clerk who brought the model worker's body to sell, and then met Old Liu, and then sold the 'scurf' to him?"

Fang Bailu made a rough guess - unless he found two parties to verify it, he would not be sure.

He tried to take big steps to cross the horrible "rivers" on the ground: the organ preservation fluid was too sticky and it felt disgusting to step on it.

There are quite a few good things in Old Liu's pharmacy - Fang Bailu considered moving them back to Fang's Hardware Store first, to prevent them from being carried away by empty-handed customers due to Old Liu's "temporary death".

For example, the mini sterile chamber in the middle of the room was used by Fang Bailu when he came to implant the meridians last time. He could also take away the groups of silver needles and liquid pills on the shelf, and perform some minor surgeries on himself.

"Old Liu, you are the one who caused all this trouble... I will keep these valuables for you for the time being."

He patted the memory of Old Liu in his pocket, muttering to himself as he opened the broken iron door of the cold storage.

Inside the cold storage is a petri dish that Lao Liu carefully selected for "raising corpses". A suitable place to raise corpses is very important: corpse refining has very high requirements for the environment: bacterial colony, temperature, oxygen content... Changes in various indicators may affect the success or failure of corpse refining.

Fang Bailu carefully examined the petri dish that was somewhat similar to the "white coffin" in the bedroom of the hardware store:

"Old Liu didn't ask me to buy this thing, did he? Come to think of it, the thing it made is a bit similar..."

Fang Bailu suddenly laughed in silence: the zombies that Old Liu had created reminded him of the urban legends he had read online in his "previous life":

"A large fried chicken fast food restaurant chain uses genetic technology to breed broiler chickens that are covered with chicken legs and wings and are shaped like centipedes..."

This urban legend is also nonsense in the new century: even after being improved, these things are still expensive compared to synthetic food. Even if someone in a laboratory makes this kind of chicken, it is just in a state of "rich people don't want to eat it, and poor people can't afford it."

He shifted his gaze away from the petri dish: this was his first time entering Old Liu's cold storage, so he had to take a careful look around first to see if there was anything good in there.

Chapter 71 Dao Fruit (Part )

Fang Bailu exhaled a puff of white mist and rubbed his hands: the raindrops that had not been shaken off the rubber raincoat made the coldness in the ice storage even worse.

He looked around:

Broken transparent vessels were piled up in a mess on the metal shelves of the cold storage: judging from the residual liquid inside, the human organs were originally stored here. And it seemed that there was no other valuable things in the cold storage except this culture dish used for refining corpses - this one alone was worth a lot of money, it would be best if I could take it back.

But Fang Bailu was certain in his heart that Old Liu had placed other things in this cold storage.

He adjusted the mode of the eyepiece and tapped the wall with his knuckles. In the eyepiece's thermal induction, the wall of the cold storage room was red - only the wall panel he tapped was slightly darker, but it outlined a regular rectangle.

Fang Bailu had always had a question: Why was the insulation effect of this cold storage so poor? He thought it was due to the "thermal bridge effect" of the cheap insulation layer: and the large amount of heat radiation it emitted also confirmed his idea.

But now, observing it closely through the eyepiece, the regular shape gave him a new guess:

"The empty interlayer... is it probably a safe? I knew Old Liu must have some valuables stored there. I'll keep it for you first. You probably don't mind..."

Fang Bailu examined the information in the eyepiece: Judging from the heat conduction and thickness, it was most likely made of some kind of alloy.

He ran his fingers along the perimeter of the wall panel: there were no gaps, and no biological or electronic identification detection mechanisms could be found. It was probably because there was a special way to open it… Now it was too much for him to be a knight in the room: he did not have the props that the guests of Kongmen usually used.

But Fang Bailu has another kind of violence: this anti-theft measure is not much different from paper to him now.

The cell phone flew out of his pocket and sank into the wall, vibrating, like it was falling into a pile of sand.

Fang Bailu held the eyepiece tightly with one hand, and traced the heat gap drawn by the thermal image in the eyepiece on the wall with the fingers of his right hand.

The phone made a slight buzzing sound and followed the trajectory traced by Fang Bailu's index finger, cutting through the wall as if it were nothing but water.

After a moment, Fang Bailu held the alloy wall panel that was pouring out with his palm: it was about the thickness of a finger joint but felt light to the touch, and could be considered a high-quality material.

"No wonder Old Liu never accepts house calls. It turns out he's afraid of being exposed..."

This hiding method is so artificial that it is worthy of the mechanical thinking of AI - as long as there is enough time, most of the empty doors on Arrow Street can be opened.

Fang Bailu was mumbling inwardly as he bent down slightly to look at Old Liu's safe. There was only one thing inside: a milky white box, about the size of half an adult's head.

He did not reach out his hand, but let the man control the phone and gently push it out - this was to prevent accidents: in case Old Liu installed some destructive mechanism, the hand he put in would probably have to be replaced with a prosthetic limb.

Fang Bailu picked up the pure white square box, turned it over and looked at it: it felt a bit like the corrugated paper in his "previous life", smooth and hard. But there were no gaps between them, it seemed like it was formed in one piece -

There is a line of small Chinese characters in the corner of the box:

"Internal information, for communication only."

Fang Bailu silently repeated these eight words in his mind, feeling his heart in turmoil. This material, specification, and the logo on it - it reminded him of the rumors he had heard before.

"Fuck... Could this be..."

Fang Bailu never thought that he could find this kind of thing in Lao Liutou's medicine shop:

This is a "fruit of Tao".

Only Qigong practitioners who have analyzed and refined the alchemy method to a certain level can unlock the key and install special prosthetic limbs or organs in their own bodies.

For example, inner elixir is a kind of Dao fruit. But Fang Bailu himself has never seen such a thing - except perhaps the "immortal inner elixir" he saw that time.

"I don't know how to open it? What kind of Taoist fruit is inside?" This kind of "exclusive product" that will not be circulated in the market is troublesome - otherwise you can understand most of it just by looking at the information on the packaging box.

Fang Bailu held the box in both hands, feeling somewhat frightened:

This stuff isn’t the junk from Fang’s hardware store—every Taoist fruit in Kuala Lumpur should be registered with the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

Their number is extremely limited and all of them do not belong to New Malaysia but come from Pan Asia.

"Tsk... I don't know whether to say he got rich or got unlucky? A man is innocent, but he has to take responsibility for the treasure..."

Fang Bailu had never injected the alchemy method, and the "Lingbao Bifa" installed in the artificial body only analyzed the first level of "matching yin and yang". No matter how you look at it, it is still far from the so-called "fine alchemy method", not to mention that he didn't even know how to open the package - it would be difficult to digest this unexpected harvest in a short time.

As for the idea of ​​selling it in exchange for money or other resources, it only stayed in Fang Bailu's mind for a moment: this kind of thing is too sensitive and will attract too much attention - I'm afraid that as soon as the news gets out, there will be trouble.

"I'll just have to keep it well for now, and then take it back to study how to use it..."

There are only two Qigong practitioners that he knows of: Mr. Kui is of course a good person. It is impossible for Fang Bailu to take this Taoist fruit and ask him about the secret.

But Anbennola is not a good choice either: ever since the appearance of the mysterious figure "Shou Niang" behind her, Fang Bailu decided that he must keep more cards in front of her.

"What on earth is Shou Niang now? What secrets does she hold?"

Fang Bailu was really afraid of Shou Niang's existence - she not only told An Bennola the secret that she was a living dead, but also hinted at Fang Bailu the truth about his awakening...

Even the "cell phone", the trump card that Fang Bailu relies on most now, was found by her as a "deposit" to guide her from the rocking chair.

It has been a few days since Shou Niang last proposed cooperation to Fang Bailu, but Fang Bailu has not given her and An Bennola an answer.

Compared to cooperating with Shou Niang to fight for the immortal's body, Fang Bailu is much more interested in finding Shou Niang's true body... For this "fellow villager" in the same time span, Fang Bailu doesn't mind speculating on her thoughts with deep malice.

"No matter what, we must find a way to get rid of this 'Shou Niang'..."

Judging from Shou Niang's existence and the invitation she made to Fang Bailu, she probably doesn't have many resources to use at the moment. But Fang Bailu has a vague intuition: she can't be allowed to get out of this "weak" state.

At least the intelligence and information about the "immortal body" is now a valuable bargaining chip in Fang Bailu's hands. Speaking of which, the abnormality of the "immortal body" tonight really opened Fang Bailu's eyes——

Thinking of this interrupted his contemplation of the current situation.

Fang Bailu stayed in Old Liu's medicine shop for less than an hour - this also included the time he used his mobile phone to dismember the "zombie".

There should be nothing unusual in Fang's Hardware Store - although he did not bring his prosthesis with him, he set up an emergency call in the "Mohist disciple" in the abdomen of his prosthesis: once there is anything unusual in the store, this tablet will send a message to his implanted phone. But there is no point in staying in Lao Liu's medicine shop now, he has to go back and study the next step.

Fang Bailu walked out of the pharmacy, looking at the blood and flesh scattered in the corridor, and the body of Old Liu who had lost his "soul". He gently licked the empty groove beside his big teeth and dialed the phone:

In the underground market, cleaning up the crime scene has always been a popular service - Fang Bailu naturally knows a professional "scavenger" who is tight-lipped: like a peddler like KC, the scavenger also knows what memories should be promptly erased from the chip in the brain.

Chapter 72 Dao Fruit (Part )

Fang Bailu walked through the streets and alleys obediently and returned to Fang's Hardware Store - "It's easier to go up the mountain than down." Although he could jump to the roof with the help of his prosthetic body, his lower body, which lacked a buffer mechanism and strength, could hardly withstand the impact of jumping from several floors to the ground.

"I should consider buying a means of transportation... Even a rubber raincoat won't be much of a protection in this kind of weather."

Fang Bailu wrapped his raincoat tightly around him and squeezed through the crowded crowd on the street. His back was sticky from the moisture and heat.

The first thing he did when he returned to the hardware store was to put the "Daoguo" into the white coffin in the bedroom. After all, that was the safest place in the store, and it had a low temperature similar to that of the cold storage in the pharmacy.

"I don't know what form of Dao Fruit it is..."

Judging from the size and volume, it is impossible that there are large implants such as replacement bones and artificial muscles. Daoguo is a product of the super-enterprises of the new century trying to reproduce the technology of the old world. It exists in various forms - software, prosthetics, implants, magic spells, etc. No matter which one it is, it requires careful practice and deep analysis of the alchemy method - in other words, it is an object that can only be used by Qigong practitioners. After all, only they have mastered the high-resolution alchemy key.