This aura is deadly

The hall fell silent again, and the floor was littered with human-faced dog corpses and bullet holes.

Chen Ke looked at the life countdown in the corner of his eye, took the life-extending gun and shot it. His lifespan countdown stayed at 4 hours, 45 minutes and 59 seconds.

He looked at Parker, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood, and felt that the other person was in danger.

"Hey, hey...brother." Chen Ke pushed Parker, but he didn't respond.

He turned the other person over and found that Parker's trachea had been bitten with a large bloody hole, and he had long since lost his breath.

In this case, let's take a look at what the other person has.

Chen Ke began to check Parker's things. Similar to black people, Parker didn't have many valuable things on him. In his pocket was a mobile phone that looked exactly like an iPhone 3G, a wallet, and the magazine had been used up, leaving only The one in Chen Ke's hand and the four in the handle of the gun totaled 11 bullets.

He lit up the screen of his mobile phone, and the time displayed on it was March 22, 2009, 10:32pm.

Chen Ke really wanted to use this phone to surf the Internet and get some information about the world, but he was frustrated that the iPhone 3G produced in 2008 did not yet use fingerprint unlocking technology, so he could not hold Parker's hand to unlock it. It was impossible for him to guess the digital lock screen password, so he could only throw the phone aside and look at Parker's wallet.

He opened Parker's wallet, which contained photos of a family of three, several membership cards from various stores, and two 100-face-value banknotes. Chen Ke still didn't know which country's banknotes these belonged to. Are they considered U.S. dollars?

What caught his attention was the ID holder tucked into the inner layer of his wallet. He took it out and looked at it carefully.

The lower part of the leather case is a round embedded coin badge. The coin is engraved with a spread-winged eagle clutching a ball. Above it is a magnetic card with Parker's registration photo printed on it, which reads:

"Parker"

"Psychic Investigator"

"Class: D"

"Affiliated to: Weber Spiritual Products"

"Qualification issued by: United Federation of States Psychic Management Bureau"

The United Federation should be the name of this country. The General Administration of Psychic Energy Management and Weber Spiritual Products attracted Chen Ke's attention.

It seems that the existence of monsters in this world is no longer a secret, it has even become a daily routine. And these monsters are not something ordinary people can deal with.

Based on my recent experience, neither an ax nor a Glock 17 can cause fatal injuries to a human-faced dog. But Parker's specially modified M1911A1 can kill them instantly.

In order to deal with these monsters, the United Federation of States established the General Administration of Psionics to train "psionic investigators" like Parker to go to various places where so-called "psionic burst effects" occur.

And what's quite capitalist is that these investigators are not employees of state agencies, but employees of companies like Weber Spiritual Products, which sounds a lot like a bodyguard company.

Chen Ke unloaded the magazine and took out a bullet to study carefully. The white .45acp bullet had no primer, and even the naked eye could not distinguish the dividing line between the warhead and the cartridge case.

Combining the white flash that erupted after being fired and the fact that he could not use it without consuming his lifespan, Chen Ke speculated that the bullet was made with a special process and that the cartridge case was probably not filled with gunpowder at all. The reason why ordinary people cannot use it may be because they do not have "psionic energy" in their bodies. Only "psionic investigators" like Parker can freely use the firearms driven by their spiritual energy.

He analyzed it randomly, with an expression of "Yeah, I understand" on his face, and nodded.

Chen Ke only took Parker's cash, gun, and bullets, and left the rest untouched. He remembered that Parker had said that to leave here, he needed to go through a place called the "Psychic Tunnel." Looking at Parker's body, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. Regret, I should have asked where this passage is!

He also began to think about his plan for the next four hours. Now Chen Ke could only live in the other party's murderous intention, which was okay in a building full of monsters.

But what if he gets out?

In a civilized society, in a world with sound legal system. Where was he going to find so much murderous intent?

Will he go astray and become a cancer in society? Turn into a lunatic who goes around burning, killing, robbing and torturing in order to survive?

This wasn't what he wanted, but he didn't want to die either.

Chen Ke also has more optimistic ideas. For example, maybe this life countdown is just a by-product of the psychic burst effect? As long as he can get out safely, can he return to a normal life?

Chen Ke was thinking depressedly, as if he had lost his way on the road of life. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the corpses of dogs all over the floor were slightly shining with white light groups.

This white ball of light is very tiny, like a small glowing mist, about the size of a fist. And not every dog ​​corpse was glowing with white light. Chen Ke counted a few dozen dog corpses, and only five dogs formed a white light group.

Chen Ke squatted beside the light group and looked carefully. The white light was not dazzling, and there seemed to be something flowing on the surface. The more he looked at it, the softer it became. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it. His hand passed through the light group and grabbed a handle. shape object.

He grabbed the handle and pulled out the light ball. With a "swish" sound, the light ball disappeared out of thin air. The blurry afterimage of a sword suddenly appeared in Chen Ke's hand. It's like holding a stick that is constantly emitting water vapor, twisting in the space, and the specific shape cannot be seen clearly.

In Chen Ke's field of vision, a transparent interface emerged:

【Unknown dagger】

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Chen Ke immediately remembered the dagger that had been inserted into his heart before. When he cast his doubtful eyes on the vague sword, a line of small words appeared in the corner of his eyes:

"Use 20 minutes of lifespan to identify sacred objects."

A drop of sweat flowed from Chen Ke's forehead. His lifespan increased from 4 hours and 44 minutes to 4 hours and 24 minutes...

At the same time, the sword in his hand suddenly changed. The white halo and water vapor gradually dissipated, and the shape of the sword became concrete.

I saw a broad-edged sword about 60 centimeters in length suddenly appeared in my hand. The blade was sharpened on both sides, and there was a blood groove in the middle. It was heavy in my hand, and the wooden handle was tightly wrapped with blood stains. The cloth strip does not look like a decorative sword. Chen Ke believes that this sword has indeed killed people...

Looking at the information about this sword again, it becomes:

[The Executioner's Bloodletting Dagger]

[Durability: Poor]

[Tearing wounds: The wounds caused never heal]

[Blood drain tank: Puncture causes massive blood loss]

The sword trembled slightly in Chen Ke's hand, and the white light flashed, turning into a small bright diamond with a white halo.

Chen Ke didn't know why a sword fell out of Gouzi's body, but he slowly touched the doorway.

He collected the light balls of the other four dogs and pulled out a coat, a helmet, a pair of boots and a shield...

When looking at these light groups, he frantically hinted to himself, "I don't want to know what these things are!" Sure enough, his life timer no longer made any self-declared life expectancy assessment.

When looking at these trophies again, a transparent interface appeared, "Do you want to spend 20 minutes of your life to identify the holy objects?"

Well, now he can freely control the use of lifespan...

Chen Ke harvested a total of five sacred objects. Maybe it would be easier and more convenient to use these objects to deal with monsters?

It is a pity that holy objects that have not been authenticated cannot be used. The lifespan of appraising the sacred objects is really too much.

Moreover, summoning the holy object from diamond form to entity requires at least 30 minutes of lifespan. It seems that the holy object condensed into a solid object cannot be used for a long time, and it will turn into diamond form again after a short period of time.

Even if these things are very useful, excessive lifespan consumption is destined to be used as a trump card and ultimate move for Chen Ke now.

At this time, the lighting in the hall suddenly changed. The chandelier that originally emitted a warm orange light suddenly slowly reflected a cooler green light, and the entire hall became eerie.

Chen Ke picked up the dull white diamonds turned into unidentified holy objects from the ground and put them into the pocket of his woolen coat. I was at a loss when I held up the M1911A1.

At this time, several large white light slits suddenly opened up throughout the hall. Through the slits, a group of SWAT-like team members in black were running towards the hall from outside.

Chen Ke guessed that the special forces outside had forcibly opened the entrance. He did not want to deal with officials in this situation.

He looked at the other slits of light, chose one that showed a small alley, and jumped in.