Psychics don't die from gunfire

The layout of the room was a bit messy, and it was obvious that it had been searched.

Milton glanced around and didn't find anything valuable.

He sighed and walked out of the room, closing the door again.

Then, Milton looked forward.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and the corridor was already crowded with passers-by.

The hot and turbid air fermented wantonly in the narrow corridor.

Most of them were wrapped in thick coats whose original colors could no longer be seen. They leaned against the wall indifferently, crowded in piles. From time to time, there was a wisp of smoke and a low cough.

And for more people, the inferior implanted eyeballs lit up, and they were obviously browsing something - some of them were no longer satisfied with this, wearing "virtual reality equipment" that had long been covered with stains, and completely immersed their bodies and minds in the bizarre online world.

Maybe it was a simulated movie, maybe a virtual online game, maybe various live broadcast rooms, or something else.

Looking at the scenes in front of him, Milton couldn't help but smile.

"Ahem--"

Milton coughed lightly and clapped his hands: "Everyone, does anyone know the resident of this room?"

After speaking, there was silence for more than ten seconds.

No response.

Only a few people raised their heads slightly, glanced at Milton, and then returned to their own work.

"Two hundred credit points."

The next moment, Milton raised a finger and raised his voice:

"Anyone who knows the information about this resident, I will pay two hundred credit points on the spot. Credit points, black coins, purchasing on behalf of others. Any payment method is up to you."

This time, the crowd finally reacted and became a little agitated.

Soon, a middle-aged man wrapped in a black quilt stood up. He moved his feet with difficulty and squeezed towards Milton from the crowded aisle.

"I know."

As if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was very hoarse: "There is a kid named Song Shi inside. I remember that he seemed to be working illegally in the Mendy Manufacturing Plant."

He thought for a while and added: "The kid came back last night."

"Hmm."

Milton said happily: "Credit points?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said concisely: "Digital black coins."

Milton nodded and took something out of his arms.

When he saw the appearance of the thing clearly, the breathing around him became obviously hurried.

It was a whole stack of data cards of different styles.

Milton took one out of it and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Then, he smiled and lifted his coat, revealing the shiny pistol hanging on his waist and a large area of ​​implant transformation traces.

So, the many eyes that gathered on him with scrutiny were withdrawn one by one.

"——Everyone, I say everyone."

Milton clapped his hands hard again, and this time, most people raised their heads and cast their eyes.

His implanted prosthetic eye flashed: "The resident of this room is "Song Shi", and I have sent his photo to everyone."

"Although most people will not pay attention to you, I know that you also have your own way of survival. Share the disposal points of expired food, the location of power storage piles that can steal electricity, the opening hours of charity relief stations, and the patrol routes of patrolmen. You have your own communication chat group."

"-Send my words and Song Shi's photo! Tell the rest of you! Find the place where he appeared, 200 credit points, take a photo of him, 400 credit points."

Milton paused, Gao "And if someone can determine his current location, I can offer 4,000 credit points or items of equal value!"

"Trust me! High-quality sugar, offline addresses of favorite anchors, scarce medicines, and even temporary passes to enter the White Gate District! I definitely have better channels than you to get these things!"

"Starting from now, within four days!"

Milton's voice rose again, and he held up the stack of data cards in his hand: "For every day in advance someone tells me about his current location, I will add another 1,000 credit points to the original 4,000 credit points!"

Another long silence.

". What if you don't pay me then?" someone asked.

Milton chuckled and didn't answer.

As he was about to walk out of the aisle, Milton suddenly stopped.

He took out three data cards from the stack and threw them behind him.

Then, like a fish pond filled with bread crumbs, the hungry fish surged, and the entire water surface boiled in an instant-these people suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed the data cards with all their hands and feet.

Amid the chaos and scramble in the corridor, Milton's shoulders shook and he laughed out loud.

The man did not look back at the scene behind him, but walked out of the building without hesitation.

The night was deep.

Looking at the hazy pale moonlight in the sky, the man smoked a cigarette and talked to himself.

"How long can you hide like this, "Song Shi"?"

The third day after leaving the institute, morning.

"Well, this feeling."

Song Shi opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the ceiling.

And then, he was in an unprecedented state of himself-

The intense pain caused by melting himself with the "Forging Flame" last night disappeared at this moment, replaced by abundant vitality from all limbs and bones, as if he had just gone through a hearty battle!

Mentally clear and stable, leisurely and comfortable, without a trace of fatigue.

And the body.

Song Shi stretched out his right hand and slowly opened his five fingers.

With the extremely abundant energy, he even had an illusion that he could punch through the steel plate with one punch.

No, it can't be called an "illusion" completely.

Song Shi carefully felt his own physiological state.

Under the dual physical enhancement of "psychic awakening" and "smelting with the first forging flame", his physical fitness is moving towards the direction of transcendence little by little.

Now I.

It is true that I still can't punch through the steel plate with one punch.

But one punch can leave an obvious dent on the surface of the steel plate.

—— This is already quite good, even a little exaggerated.

Song Shi thought.

I am walking on the [Dayuan] path, not the [transcendence] path.

The latter pursues the "path of self-transcendence".

From the first ring, the psychic of [Transcendence] can give himself a powerful body through psychic skills - perhaps a significant increase in self-healing ability, perhaps a strength comparable to that of a brown bear, dynamic vision that can capture the trajectory of a bow and arrow, or a layer of scaled skin.

In the ruins of the palace, scholars looked up. On the mottled murals that had long been eroded by wind and dyed with malachite and hematite, there were golden armored guards with lion heads and human bodies, majestic and solemn giants, and terrifying snake dragons that stirred the sea -

The prototypes of these murals are mostly ancient psychics of the [Transcendence] path.

The most common and most orthodox way of the [Transcendence] path is to create a "perfect body that can never be surpassed".

Of course, with the popularization of "implanted prosthesis" today, [Transcendence] has undergone tremendous changes.

- But I am [Dayuan].

The direction of my path is to control the "Dayuan Power", and the "Dayuan Power" chosen in the two lives is fire.

In this case, I can still rely on the "Forging Flame" to build my current physical fitness - and the enhancement of the "Forging Flame" has not reached its upper limit!

When the enhancement of the "Forging Flame" reaches its upper limit, not to mention special abilities such as "Scaled Skin", just in terms of the most basic physical fitness, I will not be much inferior to the ordinary first ring [surpassed].

"It is worthy of being a high-level psychic skill."

The red-gold flame lingered between Song Shi's five fingers and disappeared in an instant.

"Before the nineteenth sunrise."

"Now it seems that it won't take that long."