Global Games: Comes with a portable store

After Su Changxing left, Mu Qing fell into deep thought. She felt that Su Changxing's behavior just now was strange and without any logic. He first put people to sleep and then killed them.

Normally, this is obviously unnecessary and the end result is the same.

Is it just to play tricks on these gangsters?

"That's not true either. It's more like some kind of ceremony."

Mu Qing carefully considered Su Changxing's actions just now. They were very similar to some bloody rituals. They used certain methods and media to gain mysterious power or achieve other goals.

Of course, this is something she learned from some books, and these books are important ancient books and are stored in top-secret museums.

It's just that these rituals are usually meaningless.

Mu Qing began to guess about Su Changxing's identity. First, she ruled out that he was an ordinary person, and secondly, she ruled out that he was a descendant of a high-ranking official. She knew most of these people.

So he might be a member of some secret organization.

Most of the so-called secret organizations have a long heritage and even once controlled special extraordinary powers.

But most of these secret organizations have declined. For example, Longhu Mountain has now become a scenic spot, and the Taoist priests on the mountain only burn incense and meditate every day.

A faint luster flashed in the girl's eyes. She picked up her phone and sent a message: I'm still alive. My current location is unknown, but I should be safe. Just follow the 101 plan and don't worry about me.

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Su Changxing walked through the seats in the restaurant and came to the dirty kitchen.

There are white bones piled up in the corner, the dark wood pile is still filled with sparks, the pot on the stove is still warm, unknown bones and meat are stewed in it, and the room is filled with a strange smell of meat.

"Did you run away before you even finished your meal? You're really decisive."

Su Changxing looked at the stew in the pot and felt faintly nauseated. After thinking for a while, he took out the Hemantoxin he had obtained in the building from the mezzanine of his backpack.

These foods should still be eaten by these survivors. Put some poison to test the effect of the poison, and you can also harvest some points at will.

The poison's venom was thick and transparent, odorless, and he didn't know whether it had any taste.

"It looks like it hasn't deteriorated yet."

Su Changxing observed the venom, judged, and then poured the venom into the stew pot. The crystal clear venom gradually merged with the soup.

He didn't know whether the poison had gone bad or not, but this pot of meat had really gone bad.

Su Changxing took a large iron spoon and stirred it in the pot until it was evenly mixed without any visible signs. Then he put the large iron spoon back to its original place.

"Perfect."

Su Changxing pursed his lips and smiled, very satisfied with his masterpiece. It seemed like poisoning, but in fact it was harvesting points. As long as he could poison five people, he would get more than 1,000 points.

Although it's not much, it's still meat.

After walking out of the restaurant, Su Changxing saw Mu Qing staggering in from the corridor and asked, "Have you finished cleaning up?"

Mu Qing nodded and said: "Well, after packing it up, there aren't many other things. There are only some weapons. I put them in a pile for you. There is also a green crystal on someone's body."

Most of Mu Qing's injuries have recovered. Except for the more serious wounds on his thighs and arms, the injuries elsewhere have begun to stutter.

A very scary ability.

Su Changxing took the crystal handed over by Mu Qing and asked, "What level do you rank among superpowers? Well, it doesn't count combat ability, just strength."

He had already guessed that Mu Qing's identity was very unusual. Of course, Mu Qing did not hide it, but showed it to him generously.

Mu Qing grinned, showing a slight smile, as if she was happy that Su Changxing could ask her this way:

"If you calculate it this way, then I am very powerful. I can be regarded as an A-level superpower. There are many kinds of superpowers. Different people may have similar superpowers, but the intensity may be different. For example, the superpower that releases fire

Yes, some people can only use it to light cigarettes, but some people can fight like a mage."

A level?

It turns out that superpowers are divided into levels.

Su Changxing knew that superpowers could transform into extraordinary beings. He was an example, but what would happen if a powerful superpower transformed into an extraordinary person?

Become a higher-level Extraordinary?

Su Changxing was silent for a moment, then threw the green crystal into his backpack, nodded and said: "I see, so you are strong, but also weak."

"What kind of metaphor is this?"

Mu Qing pouted, then asked curiously: "What is that? It seems to be separated from the corpse."

Su Changxing thought for a while and said: "This thing should be related to extraordinary people, but I don't know what its specific use is."

"Extraordinary? Is he an extraordinary?"

Mu Qing was a little surprised. According to the information she obtained, the only extraordinary person known so far was Lucky Child. She thought thoughtfully: "And then he was shot to death by you with a gun? It feels a bit weak."

Su Changxing was silent for a moment and said: "As long as a person is shot in the head, he will not survive, unless he has special abilities."

"Too."

Mu Qing nodded, followed Su Changxing and walked down the aisle, saying, "You are very good at shooting. You used to be a soldier? Special forces?"

Su Changxing shook his head: "No, just an ordinary citizen."

Mu Qing had a look of disbelief on her face and said nothing more. The room in front of her attracted her attention.

Entering the room, Su Changxing heard the subtle sound of a baby crying all around.

This is the voice of the "giant baby".

The wall here should be very close to the sewer, just enough to hear a little bit of the monster's sound.

Mu Qing frowned and said, "What is this sound? Baby?"

Su Changxing fiddled with the seats on the ground and said, "That's the monster's voice."

Mu Qing was stunned and said: "Monster? A monster can make such a sound? I'm a little curious about what this monster looks like."

Su Changxing thought about it and said, "You probably don't want to know."

The room is very spacious, with four or five rows of seats. It must have been a warehouse or something before.

"I'll tell you a secret, I love horror movies."

Mu Qing looked around the surrounding environment and analyzed: "They often gather here...so what are they doing here? Chatting?"

"It's normal to have spiritual needs. Let's gather together to relieve the depression of the doomsday..."

As he spoke, Su Changxing noticed that Mu Qing suddenly froze in place, motionless, and his face turned ashen.

"Mu Qing?"

He touched Mu Qing's hand and found it was cold.

"Pa~"

Su Changxing slapped Mu Qing hard on the face. As for why he did this, it was probably a subconscious reaction.

Mu Qing woke up immediately, her face recovered instantly, leaving only a red slap mark, and she looked at Su Changxing in confusion: "Did you slap me just now?"

Su Changxing said seriously: "You just fell into a strange state. Well, I wanted to wake you up."

Mu Qing also noticed that something was wrong just now: "There is something weird in this room...but, is your way of waking people up just by slapping them?"