Hidden Corner

Chapter 87 087 Preparation 1 (Xie Lanzao is not the leader of the algae alliance)

 The people in the company are just employees, not dead soldiers, nor complete entities, so when they encounter trouble, especially trouble that they cannot handle, they are likely to make negative decisions.

 After all, no matter how high the salary is, it is not worth risking one's life. Life is gone and nothing is left.

Li Chengyi was not a fool. He understood the underlying meaning and fell silent.

 The employees of the company are at best semi-reformers like Song Ran, who are already considered masters.

In this way, once a semi-modified person is damaged, the cost of repair can easily reach hundreds of thousands.

If they are asked to go up and fight, even if they are willing, the company is not willing.

 So this group of people came here to beat the little cannon fodder and prop up the scene. When the danger comes and you have to fight for your life, you have to rely on yourself.

“Brother Song, please have a good rest. I understand. Next, I will do it by myself. The company’s logistical support is enough.” Li Chengyi replied in a deep voice.

 “It’s better that I help you.” Song Ran said solemnly.

At this time, knowing clearly that he is facing those lunatics in Utopia, and the entire army is involved, but Song Ran can still say this, he is risking his life to help.

Li Chengyi was slightly touched for a moment.

After all, in the eyes of the other party, he is just a newcomer who has just entered a blind spot, and his strength cannot even beat a well-trained ordinary policeman, let alone facing Utopia.

 In this case, Song Ran can still say this...

"Brother Song, there is no need. This is my own business." Li Chengyi answered seriously.

Song Ran opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

 The military-grade complete body was beyond what he could handle. If it were the cheap cannon fodder complete body from before, he could barely handle it.

 But now, at his level, he probably wouldn't be able to get through one round in front of the opponent.

 Going and dying in vain.

 In the final analysis, he works for Sindra and works hard for his boss.

 He regards his boss as his father, so he is willing to work hard.

  But Li Chengyi

"Actually, you can see clearly." Song Ran paused and sighed, "Why is it that the boss and us have always been responsible for Li En's affairs personally."

"I understand, because no one is willing to fight for others all the time." Li Chengyi understood and accepted the words.

In the past, Syndra might have been able to use huge bounties to recruit desperadoes to serve him, and like Utopia, he could use money to build a complete body without fear of casualties.

 But now, he has withdrawn from his former circle and fallen from his former peak. I left White Star as a loser.

　　　I no longer have the financial resources.

 So he can only do it himself.

　　‘What kind of person would be willing to fight with you? ’ This question flashed through Li Chengyi’s mind.

 The team he will form in the future must be one that can always stand with him, live and die together, and will not turn around and retreat when encountering a strong enemy.

 Where can there be such a person?

Looking at Song Ran in front of him, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his heart.

Isn’t the Song Ran in front of me such a person? ?

He can do anything for his boss Syndra, investigate blind spots again and again, and experience life and death crises again and again, without any regrets!

There are also those people in Utopia, the things they pursue and the things they hate completely unite them.

"I understand." Li Chengyi spoke slowly. A pun.

"It's good that you know. The matter of notes is no longer something we can get involved in. Utopia, if it was the previous boss, maybe not now." Song Ran shook his head, turned and left.

 Close the door.

Li Chengyi’s eyes once again fell on the desk drawer where the notebook was placed.

 Waiting for Song Ran to go away and not come back, he returned to the table, opened the drawer, and took out the notebook.

 ‘What exactly is a clock field? There are many dead end cases recorded here, but they are all ones I have never encountered before. It is likely that most of them have disappeared. What did Zhong Hui study during his lifetime? ’

Li Chengyi gently touched the cover of the notebook. He had flipped through it for a while and felt that the content inside was more like a purposeful research note.

Zhong Hui seems to be very purposeful from the beginning, exploring and looking for something through all the blind spots she has experienced.

He opened the notebook again and returned to where he was looking at it before.

   .In the clock field, the time flow rate in the dead zone is completely different from that in the outside world.

 The flow rate in some dead spots is extremely fast. One day on the inside only takes a few minutes on the outside.

 Some are on the contrary, one day inside, a week or a month may have passed outside. ’

　　‘We regard dead ends as separate spaces or individuals. This view is wrong. They must have some unknown connection.

Through years of observation and research, I have discovered that there seems to be no connection between dead ends and dead ends, but in fact there is a similar similarity within them. ’

That is, most of the blind spots are located in a strange area that is immeasurable, impossible to perceive and cannot be observed.

At first I thought it was the same world there, but later, I found that it was not.

 Because prototypes exist in most blind spots, and prototypes mostly exist in the reality of the world and are traces of what once existed. So, through several observations and calculations, I discovered a key - forgetting. ’

The following content is blurry and seems to have been erased by force.

Li Chengyi frowned and continued to scroll down. He found that the back had become a new blind spot of information recording, analysis, and escape methods. He sighed. Zhong Hui had obviously discovered or guessed something, but the content seemed to have been erased.

Did Zhong Hui wipe it off himself, or was it wiped off by someone later?

no one knows.

 But now Li Chengyi has no time to pay attention to this. His urgent purpose is to immediately find intelligence clues about the silent shop.

Amidst the sound of pages turning, Li Chengyi continued to read the contents of his notebook quickly.

 But the content was too much and thick, and he couldn't find it right away, so he could only flip through page after page.

 Slowly as time passes.

 Poof.

 Suddenly he pointed his finger.

'found it! ’

Li Chengyi was refreshed, straightened his back, and looked at the handwriting in front of him.

 ‘Silent shop: dead end type—permanent existence. The appearance is a strange convenience supermarket shrouded and surrounded by darkness, where the power is turned on, there are no living creatures, and the products are updated weekly.

 The product categories are all kinds of weird, and they have everything, but they are only for personal use and cannot be separated from the body.

 When I took out the product for the second time, I got a life-locking medicine that is said to make people immortal. Through research, I discovered that the so-called life-locking drug is actually a strange active bacteria.

The vitality of this bacteria is incredibly strong. Can survive in the harshest environments. The so-called longevity is to use the combination of itself and bacteria to achieve a disguised life extension effect.

 The third time you take out the product is similar to the first time, it is the blood of a special creature, and the instructions indicate that you can replace your own blood.

Since it was said that I could not leave my body, I tried to cut off part of my own flesh and blood, mixed it with my blood, and successfully made it leave my body, and gave it to an experimental subject.

 The user is a 36-year-old adult female, 1.72 meters tall, 73 kilograms in weight, and has no pre-existing medical conditions.

 The result of the experiment is death. ’

Li Chengyi's hand shook slightly.

 He knew that it would not be so easy to get benefits. How can there be such a safe and secure blood replacement product in this world?

That quiet little shop was opened in that mysterious and strange darkness. Whether it was for human business or not is a mystery.

Perhaps it was set up for some other mysterious existence.

Li Chengyi restrained his thoughts and continued to look down.

‘Within half a year, a total of three dead-end people entered the silent shop. After comprehensive experiments, only one of the products obtained was successfully verified. ’

‘The experiment was successful. T successfully extracted a biological agent called Blue Iris, which can temporarily increase the human body’s reaction speed by 30%-45%. The effect is very good, surpassing all similar products on the market. But this is based on the premise that people from dead ends must continue to enter the quiet store to purchase goods.

 We cannot copy the potion, nor can we analyze the source of its materials. It can only be done by extracting the blood and flesh cells of the dead person, mixing it with the original medicine, and then diluting it before using it. This is not a long-term solution.'

 Seeing this, Li Chengyi finally understood why people in Utopia kept using Zhong Hui for fishing.

Zhong Hui has been entangled with Utopia from the very beginning, and they actually experimented with useful pharmaceutical samples internally.

 It’s just that this kind of sample can only be used by mixing the flesh and blood of the Dead End Man, because the medicine cannot escape from the Dead End Man’s body.

“On November 4th, a foreigner named Ghosn came to visit me and said that we could no longer enter the Silent Shop, otherwise there would be great danger. ’

 ‘I don’t know who he is or where he knew my identity, but the look in his eyes is terrifying. I can't describe that feeling'

Ghosn told me that the door of the Silent Shop can actually be opened. But not from the inside out, but from the outside in. ’

‘As long as you check out the goods and press the switch next to the door, the glass door will open. By then, he said, I could see the reason and the truth. ’

 What is the truth?

Li Chengyi frowned and turned to the next page, but surprisingly found that there was nothing behind it.

It’s not that ˜˜ is gone, but it’s all a bunch of garbled characters.

 The twisted black lines and smeared patches make people wonder how Zhong Hui wrote such handwriting at that time.

 Hurling.

Li Chengyi flipped through two pages in succession before he found familiar handwriting on the new page.

 A line of Yiguo characters was written in the notebook in a somewhat crooked way.

 ‘I had a blood transfusion. Something feels wrong’

Li Chengyi felt a chill in his heart and quickly turned to the next page.

　　唰!

 He stood up suddenly, almost knocking over the chair behind him.

In that notebook, Zheng drew a self-portrait of Zhong Hui with black and white lines.

 The portrait is lifelike and extremely realistic, just like a black-and-white printed photo. Even the wrinkles on the forehead and the texture of the collar are clearly depicted.

 This is an old man with sparse white hair, wrinkles on his face, and deep and cold eyes.

 He was wearing a white hard shirt, and a metal pendant with a strange symbol hung around his neck.

 At this time, he seemed to be alive in his notebook, quietly staring at Li Chengyi in front of him.

Those eyes were obviously just the portrait in the notebook, but they gave Li Chengyi the feeling that they were moving.

 Below the portrait, there is also a line of small words.

 ‘The way to escape is to bring out products of different categories three times in a row.’

 (End of this chapter)