Start the liver experience with push-ups

It was a little past seven in the morning.

Although the rain had stopped, the fog hung like ash-filled cotton wool between the uneven buildings.

The red and blue dome lights of the patrol car flickered dimly at the street corner, silently.

Several yellow and black warning tapes surrounded and sealed off a nine-story residential building.

Early-rising neighbors craned their necks and stopped from time to time, pointing and talking.

Cheng Leyi, holding military binoculars, also stood in front of the window, observing the gray-white tube-shaped building opposite.

She chewed on a refreshing mint, crunching it loudly.

The lens, with its crosshair, aimed at the window with the curtains drawn, allowing her to clearly see the scene inside the resident's home.

A housewife was busy making breakfast, and it seemed that she could hear the harsh sound of the pressure cooker boiling porridge from afar.

The male owner, who didn't have work, was wearing pajamas, yawning, and walked out of the bedroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

The lens paused slightly before continuing to move upstairs.

In the next room, there was only a lonely old man.

He sat alone in a rocking chair, staring at the overturned medicine bottle on the ground, seemingly in a daze.

Seeing this, Cheng Leyi tapped her finger lightly and switched to thermal imaging mode.

Then, she said to herself into the headset:

"January 30th, 7:20 AM, target on the 8th floor, apartment 4, suspected of taking sedative-type drugs, body surface temperature is about 1.5°C lower than normal, temporarily within a reasonable range..."

Just as she was recording the surveillance situation, the sound of a door opening faintly came from behind.

Then, a series of footsteps sounded, gradually approaching her.

Without turning her head, Cheng Leyi knew that it was a teammate from her group returning.

"How is it? Have you found anything unusual on your side?"

A burly man with a full beard walked straight to her side.

His voice was a bit loud, and even when he deliberately lowered it, it still made people's ears buzz.

Cheng Leyi shook her head, without speaking.

"Take a break for a while."

The bearded man then persuaded, "Those monsters are all night owls, they like to come out at night, and basically shrink into their holes during the day, they won't show themselves."

Cheng Leyi just "Mmm"-ed and remained focused on the surveillance mission.

The mint in her mouth was already finished, and the cold air that was sucked into her mouth felt like countless tiny ice needles stimulating her taste buds.

Suddenly, she sniffed and smelled an incredibly rich meaty fragrance.

Immediately, her stomach rumbled, and she put down the binoculars, turning her head to look at her companion standing beside her:

"Lin Xuhua, you bought something delicious, why didn't you say so earlier?!"

Lin Xuhua didn't look like a refined person, and while gnawing on a chicken leg, he muttered and complained.

Cheng Leyi, as a girl, also didn't care about her image, grabbed a meat bun and stuffed it into her mouth, vaguely replying:

"The epidemic prevention department will come over for disinfection and inspection later. As long as there are no accidents within 48 hours, we can evacuate."

Last night, the two guarded the observation points on both sides of the tube-shaped building, performing surveillance missions all night long.

At this moment, they relaxed slightly, so they ate and chatted, exchanging various intelligence and news they had gained.

"Hopefully..."

Lin Xuhua finished the chicken leg in his hand in a few strokes, then grabbed the second chicken leg and continued to say:

"I just got news from the Criminal Investigation Team that after He Yao's remains were found, the DNA comparison was a perfect match. Whatever killed him is definitely not a simple character."

Cheng Leyi's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she immediately said:

"Doesn't this just prove that my guess is correct? The nature of this case does not belong to cannibalism at all, but a chance encounter."

Lin Xuhua nodded, he thought so too.

Ghouls can speed up the rate of evolution by eating their own kind, and bones are the most nutritious.

Since the masked man kept the remains intact, then he definitely doesn't belong to the Ghoul side.

As for whether it is another monster hiding among ordinary people, or a scion of a family with hunting habits, it is temporarily unknown.

The former is a ticking time bomb, and the latter is not good news for the Special Search Team.

"I don't know why the higher-ups care so much about that masked guy, just based on a few blurry images from the cameras, they determined that he is a resident of this area."

Lin Xuhua frowned and muttered a few words:

"According to the description of the eyewitness, He Yao should have evolved into an intermediate ghoul. To deal with this dangerous monster, you need at least a C-level ability user."

"How could someone with this kind of strength hide in a broken place like Old Factory Street? Men, once they have power, they definitely want to pursue some excitement, villas, luxury cars, beauties..."

Cheng Leyi glanced at him:

"Like you, right?"

Lin Xuhua smiled sheepishly and quickly explained:

"I'm just playing around with those women, you also know that we are not ordinary people, enjoying the moment is the key..."

"You scoundrel!"

Cheng Leyi snorted with some disgust, took out a napkin and wiped her mouth and fingers.

Then she stood up, continued to pick up the binoculars, and observed the scene in the building opposite.

The lens scanned each household in order of the floors.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank slightly, and her face showed some emotion.

Through the rain-stained glass window in the lens, she saw a well-built man.

He was naked from the waist up, lying on the living room floor, doing morning exercises.

With each rise and fall of the movement, the muscle lines throughout his body went from tight to extreme, then slowly relaxed.

In the faint morning light, beads of sweat slowly oozed from his back, rolling and flowing along the well-defined waistline.

The whole person was like a work of art meticulously carved by a master, exuding a masculine beauty unique to men.

Most importantly, he was also extremely handsome.

To have such healthy muscles and such good-looking facial features is really rare and precious.

It was simply overflowing with sex appeal, a hormone explosion!

Cheng Leyi swallowed lightly and adjusted the focus to the maximum, watching this beautiful scene intently.

After a while, she sighed secretly:

"It's a pity that he's all show and no go, he's only done so many push-ups and he's already sweating and panting."

"However, this body, these muscles are really too perfect, I really want to reach out and touch them a few times..."

"Touch what?"

Lin Xuhua, who was eating vigorously, had particularly sharp ears, and looked up in astonishment to ask.

"Oh, it's nothing, I said that with the current situation, I estimate we can leave here tomorrow."

Cheng Leyi's expression remained unchanged, and she slowly turned around.

Seeing the mess of lunch boxes on the ground, she frowned:

"Lin Xuhua, are you a hungry ghost reincarnated? You didn't leave some for me!"

Then she sat down again, rushing to hug the remaining few complete lunch boxes in front of her.

Lin Xuhua looked at her speechlessly.

She clearly looks gentle and quiet, but she's like a tomboy.

Cheng Le Yi, at this moment, couldn't care less about her partner's grumbling, her mind still replaying the scene she had witnessed earlier.

Based on the identity information retrieved from the police, coupled with the scenes observed last night and this morning, and after conducting a comparative analysis.

She was more inclined to exclude the other party from the list of suspects.

How could such a lovely and disciplined boy possibly transform into that kind of hideous and deranged monster?

Cheng Le Yi, from the bottom of her heart, was unwilling to believe it, glancing at Lin Xuhao, who was still devouring his food.

At least, he was much more pleasing to the eye than this scruffy fellow in front of her, and seemed more like a normal person.

A few minutes later.

More than a dozen meal boxes were completely emptied, which was enough to show that the physical qualities of the two were different from ordinary people.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

The morning light inside the house was soft, with a peaceful atmosphere different from the outside world.

The gas stove emitted blue flames, the kettle gurgled, and white smoke rose.

The TV screen flickered with images, and the host was broadcasting the morning news in a calm voice.

"Huff..."

"290."

"Huff..."

"291."

"… …"

Fang Cheng supported himself on the ground with both hands, straightened his back, and did push-up exercises.

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At this moment, his face was flushed, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he was panting while counting the number of repetitions.

Sweat beads kept flowing down his jawline and dripped onto the worn red pine floor.

The muscles in his arms were also trembling slightly, and each time he bent down to touch the ground and raised his chest, it seemed extremely difficult.

When he counted to 300.

As if he had finally completed an extremely arduous task, he let out a low cry from his mouth.

Then he tried to straighten his arms, his steps a little staggering, and he stood up with a slight sway.

"Huff... Huff..."

Fang Cheng raised his face, breathing heavily, seemingly very tired, like a dehydrated salted fish.

Of course.

All of this was an act.

The so-called flushed face and sweating all over were all illusions created by silently circulating the true energy in his body.

With his current physical fitness, he could easily do 1,000 simple two-handed push-ups without panting.

How could he be so tired after only 300.

Even if his figure became stronger now and his weight increased a lot, it was absolutely impossible.

[Push-up experience +3]

A prompt message floated across his eyes.

When he lowered his head and eyes, he caught a fleeting reflection from the gap in the curtains on the eighth floor opposite.

Fang Cheng turned around nonchalantly, leaving the curtains open like that, and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

Whirr—

The faucet was turned on, and he took off his gold-rimmed glasses.

Then he picked up a towel, wrung it out, and vigorously wiped his face.

He raised his head, looking at the bright and piercing eyes in the mirror.

Fang Cheng's face was calm, without the previous gnashing of teeth and strenuous expression.

Now he can basically confirm one thing.

The woman opposite who was peeking at him with binoculars was the specialist sent by the Special Search Team.

However.

The Special Search Team's surveillance target doesn't seem to be locked on himself alone.

This made Fang Cheng feel a lot more at ease.

After finishing practicing Tai Chi yesterday evening, it was already past 11 o'clock.

He didn't continue to cultivate and meditate, but directly chose to cover himself with the quilt and fall asleep.

This morning, he even slept in beautifully.

He didn't get up until seven o'clock and started exercising.

The morning exercise plan was of course changed a bit.

He simply did 300 squats, 300 push-ups, and 100 back bridges.

This level is within the range that ordinary people can achieve with effort.

The role Fang Cheng is now playing is that of a grassroots civilian who earns money as a sparring partner in a fighting club, while also burying himself in study and striving to pass the graduate entrance examination.

He is a promising young man who is detached from low-level interests, full of ambition, sunny and cheerful.

Except for his relatively strong physique, whether viewed horizontally or vertically, he simply cannot be associated with images such as "monster" or "demon."

Although Fang Cheng could also choose to behave more ordinarily and plainly, that would actually make it easier to arouse suspicion.

After all, his identity and past experiences can be investigated at any time.

It is just right to show some excellence like now.

Although the normal training plan is therefore affected, he can put more time into practicing other skills.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the panel that appeared in front of him.

The Tai Chi skill level is relatively low, and the improvement efficiency is relatively higher.

After focusing on practicing these days, the experience has increased rapidly, and he successfully achieved a breakthrough last night, reaping the unexpected reward of strengthening.

[Neutralization, profound understanding of the principle of using softness to overcome strength, the muscles of the whole body form an instinctive reaction to neutralize external attacks]

[Under the premise that one's own speed is greater than the target's speed in the same time, one can be immune to attacks below 2 tons of force, and if it exceeds 2 tons, it will be reduced on this basis]

[This is the embodiment of Tai Chi skills gradually moving towards the highest level, and each skill upgrade can further improve the upper limit of neutralization]

Looking at the expert-level Tai Chi special effect introduction, Fang Cheng couldn't help but savor again the almost mysterious state of enlightenment.

The so-called martial arts skills, no matter how they change, are inseparable from their origin, which is nothing more than two aspects.

To enable one's body to exert all its strength, and to successfully resolve all attacks launched by the opponent.

Simply put, it is one attack and one defense.

Any martial art, any boxing method, if you want to truly put it into actual combat, it is useless to simply practice the moves skillfully.

It is more necessary to forget all the learned external routines, and in the end, only remember how to exert force, forming muscle memory.

If all the moves of Tai Chi are based on the four-character formula for responding to the enemy: receive, guide, neutralize, and issue.

Then "neutralization" is the fusion of "receive" and "neutralize" in the four-character formula, and belongs to the top skill of resolving attacks.

To put it simply, it is "get hit before hitting someone," and "getting hit" is the direct embodiment of "neutralization."

Of course, it doesn't mean standing there foolishly and letting people hit you, but rather, when the opponent launches an attack, instantly using methods such as contracting muscles and shifting force, so that even if they hit you, they won't cause enough damage.

This skill effect is actually equivalent to a passive defense skill.

Plus the five special effects similar to hard qigong: "Iron Fist," "Steel Bones," "Iron Plate Bridge," "Strong Wrist Master," and "Qilin Arm."

It can be said that it further improves one's ability to resist blows.

Too bad…

There is no real opponent now, so there is no way to test the specific effect.

After washing his body, Fang Cheng returned to the living room and watched the news on TV showing the whole country celebrating the Spring Festival.

He couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

Today is the 30th, the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, only seven days away from the New Year.

I hope the police can end the blockade sooner.

I had originally planned to go to the hospital to visit my grandfather today.

I called my mother yesterday and learned that my grandfather's postoperative recovery was relatively smooth.

It is estimated that in two or three days, he will be able to come out of the intensive care unit.

While thinking, Fang Cheng suddenly heard the police loudspeaker downstairs.

It seems that some epidemic prevention department has come to carry out a comprehensive disinfection and killing of the entire building, as well as free physical examinations.