Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Zhao Jizi's prosthesis is stronger than he imagined.

"The human body is indeed very inconvenient."

There was a burning pain in his eyes, and his hearing became less clear. Adding to the scattered burns, Fang Bailu felt uncomfortable all over.

"Maybe I should practice my alchemy skills and change up the things I have?"

Fang Bailu shook his head and took out the transparent face protector from his pocket: the light spots that were gathering here before now scattered like birds and beasts, retreating in all directions.

"The corpse soldiers of Qingyun Temple are retreating."

Although his eyes were blurry, he could still vaguely see the flickering light on the mask.

Fang Bailu breathed a sigh of relief - the retreat of the corpse soldiers meant that he didn't need to kill the old men in the metal bodies, and he only needed to hunt down the culprit, Jie Shouzhen.

"Does your mask have a permanent detection mechanism? Help me find the security director of Qingyun Temple."

The red dot on the face shield representing Xie Shouzhen disappeared: this did not surprise Fang Bailu. Zhao Jizi had regained his clarity for a while and escaped into the darkness of the city; without his trump card, would Xie Shouzhen dare to reveal his coordinates...

He grabbed his phone:

"Let's go. I want to eradicate the roots of the trouble."

His intuition told him that Xie Shouzhen must have a lot of secrets in his hands - perhaps he could even solve Fang Bailu's other doubts.

Chapter 109: Born in the Morning and Died in the Evening (I)

This morning, a man woke up from an empty house.

It was called a "house", but in fact it was half of the ruins of a collapsed handshake building, with nothing to block him. Only the right angles between the wall and the floor provided him with some shelter.

The man was completely naked. Raindrops hit him recklessly, dispelling the last trace of confusion. The damp and cold wind blew past, causing his upper and lower teeth to clatter against each other, making a crisp "click" sound.

"It's so cold!" he said.

There was no response from all around, because the man was the only one in the empty house. He picked up the broken dirt on the ground and patted it on his body, trying to wipe off the damp rain all over his body; then he hugged his body tightly with his arms and rubbed it to provide himself with some warmth.

But the ground, which was covered with rough bumps and became slippery due to the rain, still stubbornly took away his heat and also hurt the man's naked thighs and buttocks; the broken soil and ash turned into mud and water, which in turn aggravated the icy coldness like a knife.

"Ah, where does the light come from?"

The man who was warming himself suddenly found a flickering light reflected on his bent thigh. He stretched out his palm and shook it left and right: there were two square pure white spots of light coming from above. He touched the source of the light spots - but he touched his face.

The two lips were intact, without a trace of hair or stubble around them; the wings of the nose were sharp, and the two small holes regularly exhaled warm, moist air... Everything was normal, as if it was how a human being should be.

At the top of the nose, where the eyes should be, there were two hard sheets covering them. The two ends of them passed through his flesh and were connected by some kind of bracket.

This is the source of the milky white spots.

"What is this?" the man muttered softly. He rubbed his fingertips across the thin sheets and tapped them, making a "tap-tap" sound. Although the two sheets emitted white light, it did not affect the man's vision at all.

"It seems...it's glasses."

He wanted to take the lens off to observe it carefully: but as he moved his hands, he felt sourness, astringency, numbness, itchiness and pricking pain in his eye sockets - all these discomforts made the man realize that this fixed foreign object could not be removed.

"When did you get it?"

He had no one to ask, so he asked himself.

This doubt immediately brought up a new question: What time is it now?

The man couldn't help but look up. The dark clouds were rolling down, sprinkling endless rain and fog, making it impossible to tell what time of the day he was in.

Has the sky always been like this?

He tried to find out a little bit about the sky of the "past"... but the man gained nothing, only the gray curtain above his head enveloped him.

The next moment, the man found that he had no memory of the past. Yesterday was a blank; the day before yesterday was pure nothingness. The starting point of all his memories was the moment he was awakened by the rain.

Then, even greater doubts emerged from the depths of my mind:

"Who am I, then?"

The man looked down at his torso, running his hands over every corner of his body:

Nothing at all.

No tattoos, no piercings, no scars, no alterations; nothing that could evoke a man's memory of his identity.

The messy hair from the armpits to the private parts and calves was neatly trimmed, and the skin beneath the dust was perfectly tanned to a warm wheat color.

There are no calluses on the palms and fingers, the skin is delicate and smooth, and the lines on the palms and fingers are clearly visible.

He wanted to use this as a clue to come up with some guesses and judgments about who he was - unfortunately, he still got nothing.

"Is this normal? Forgetting who you are?"

The man was shaking like a sieve, shouting to all around, but the shaking came entirely from the coldness that penetrated deep into his bones: he had no fear of this abnormal situation, but was instead extremely excited.

I must have lost my memory, otherwise how could I——

"Calm down! Look at your back and put your clothes on first."

Suddenly, an answer came from deep in the man's heart. He turned around, trying to find the source of this answer.

There was no one else around, only a set of clothes neatly folded in the corner behind him: a white shirt and black trousers placed on the left and right, next to them were a tie, socks, boxer briefs and a pair of leather shoes with a slightly shiny luster.

They are covered with a layer of transparent film on the top and bottom, which blocks the invasion of raindrops and the friction of the ground.

"It wasn't just now...but here..."

The man mumbled: He clearly remembered that when he was awake, there was nothing around him. But the cold forced the shivering man to put aside his doubts: he grabbed the film, wiped off the water stains on his body, and quickly put on his clothes.

Everything fits the body so well that the man is wrapped tightly without feeling restrained; the soft but tough material of the shirt protects him from the relentless rain.

The only thing he didn't know how to tie was his tie, so he had to wrap it around his neck like a noose.

"Next pick up that card and look at the tablet."

Two things appeared "out of thin air" in front of the man, wrapped in plastic film and arranged in a row.

It was a square transparent card and a tablet computer slightly larger than the palm of your hand.

"Did it just appear, or did I not see it originally... Is this what happens to people with amnesia?"

The man was somewhat puzzled, but he had no idea where to get to the bottom of it.

He bent down to pick up the card and tore off the plastic film covering it as gently as possible. The card was printed with words he had never seen before, but he could recognize the meaning. The first thing that caught the man's eye was the bold title:

"Work badge".

In the center is a photo. His hair is neatly combed into a 3:7 split and shiny; his tie is neatly tied to his shirt in a four-in-one knot; above it is a pair of white shimmering glasses embedded in the bridge of his nose.

However, the face that should have been in the photo was missing, and all the clothes and accessories were suspended in mid-air, like an ID photo of a transparent person.

The man touched his messy hair that was soaked by the rain, and continued reading:

"Security Chief: Jie Shouzhen."

"This is your name, remember it well!"

The voice in his heart sounded again at the right time, reminding him.

The man put his work badge in front of his face and read it carefully over and over again:

"Xie Shouzhen... My name is Xie Shouzhen."

"What a beautiful and meaningful name!"

Such a thought suddenly popped up in the man's mind, but it did not make him feel excited at all.

"Does it sound nice? Anyway, this is my name."

He carefully put his work badge into the breast pocket of his shirt and bent down to pick up the tablet computer on the other side. It was scrolling through lines of text:

“Employee Guidelines”.

These four big characters are neat and orderly; they carry a certain sacred and solemn aura that firmly attracts the man's attention.

The man now called Hae Soo-jin carefully read the sentences that kept flowing on the tablet:

"Good day! When you read this line, it means that the big family of Qingyunguan Qiuzhen Co., Ltd. has welcomed a new member!"

The three characters "Qingyun Temple" were written in thick bold font, but they didn't fit in with the layout, as if they were added later. As Xie Shouzhen's eyes approached, the tablet computer played an impassioned and inspiring string symphony.

"This guide is for everyone in the company to welcome you to the company! Next, please follow the instructions in this guide to adjust to your new position."

"New life..." Xie Shouzhen followed softly.

"First of all, please keep in mind: everything the company does is for your personal happiness and the welfare of all living beings. For the company, please fight and live to your heart's content!"

These words seemed to have struck a mechanism in Li Shouzhen's brain, and countless noisy thoughts jumped out of his consciousness one after another.

The words on the screen never stopped: "Next are the notes on employee dress code. Please pick up the tie at hand and follow the demonstration in the video below, then..."

Xie Shouzhen threw down the tablet and covered his head tightly - it was in excruciating pain, as if a steel spike was inserted into it and kept stirring. In the noise of his brain, the most manic and huge thoughts said:

"Tao produces one, produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things."

He fell to the ground, tumbling without a moment's rest:

“The end and the end of all things returning to one is the company.”

Chapter 110: Born in the Morning and Died in the Evening (Part )

After a long time, the severe pain in his head subsided, and the noise disappeared. Xie Shouzhen stood up, and there was no stain on his shirt.

He tied his tie according to the video in the "Employee Guide" - he was a little clumsy at first, but when the video was over, the four-in-hand knot was neatly tied around the collar of his shirt.

It was not the familiarity brought by muscle memory, but the incredible speed with which new skills were mastered.

Xie Shouzhen pinched the hem of the tie and gently pulled it tight so that it fit the curve of his neck better - in this way, it held him securely like a collar.

It was also like an anchor, pulling him back to reality.

Xie Shouzhen didn't know why he followed the instructions in the "Employee Guide" - maybe he just had nothing else to do.

"Please connect the neural line to your spiritual orifice so that you can receive pre-job training."

The thin and curly nerve tubes stretched out from the bottom of the tablet computer, like a deformed rat tail. Xie Shouzhen put his hand on the back of his neck - the center of the octagonal lump was sunken inwards and embedded in the flesh.

Somehow, he just knew the two could be connected.

Xie Shouzhen picked up the pipeline: several parallel line segments protruded from the joint, forming a hexagram.

"Zhen hexagram. Zhen comes with a sneer, but the laughter is hoarse; shocking a hundred miles away, but not losing the dagger and wine - remaining calm in times of crisis is exactly the self-cultivation that middle-level cadres should have."

The voice in my head added at the right moment, with ridicule and sarcasm.

Xie Shouzhen was still hesitating, but his body reacted before him, and he instinctively inserted the tube into the port behind his neck.

All kinds of formations were drawn into Jie Shouzhen's mind.

Shi Gen Formation, Eight Yang Formation, Locking Ghost Formation, Thousand Faces Searching and Killing Formation...

Using firearms in combination with cold weapons to fight against swordsmen who have exceeded their physiological limits, using network topology and psychological cognitive theory to analyze and dissociate evil spirits that have roamed into reality, and even commanding tens of thousands of people to form a formation to enhance team cohesion - human computer...

Countless techniques that combined the strength of people and worked towards the same tactical goal were classified and arranged in his originally empty mind.

Before I had time to sort out this new knowledge, the enthusiastic words of the "Employee Guide" came again:

"Please use the power given to you by the company within the twelve-hour service period!"

"What do you mean by a period of twelve hours... and what happens after that?"

Xie Shouzhen was a little surprised - he was so perceptive that he immediately realized the hidden meaning in the words.

As if hearing Li Shouzhen's question, the "Employee Guide" continued to flash new text:

"The total duration of your three souls and seven spirits from birth to dissipation is: one natural day, that is, twelve hours. A motto: Life is short, do what you love."

"Oh. Is that so? Whatever, it's fine... I don't care."

Xie Shouzhen has just found his name, but he has no past and no future. But so what? He just exists in a chaotic state, and life and death have no effect on him. Who can hurt such a person?

One day was even a little too long for him...

Xie Shouzhen missed the feeling before waking up so much: everything was empty and there was nothing to think about.

"Warning: You are not in the right state of mind for work at this time. Preparations will be made to adjust for you now."