Chapter 91 Horrible Evil Thoughts, Prison Plan
I don’t know if it’s because Eirite is too special, or because the previous consumption analysis was not perfect enough, or maybe the system secretly completed an upgrade behind its back.
In short, the change window of edible degree is recorded in clearer and more detailed text.
[You were targeted by the Haunted One, who unleashed his malice on you, and you fought fiercely with him. ]
[During the fight, the peculiarity of your body attracted some resentment to possess you. ]
[The iron stored in your body is digested. ]
[You have a strong murderous intention towards the resentment-ridden person, and you take action, attracting more resentment, and the irium stored in your body is greatly digested. ]
[Today’s settlement: Your current total consumption of iron iron is 3%, and the remaining reserves in the body are 3%]
[ps: The consumption recording method has changed to ensure that it is completely digested and absorbed by the body For final settlement, unabsorbed items that are only devoured will be included in reserves. ]
Therefore, the Iron Eater's panel has also undergone subtle changes, and the statistics have become more detailed and accurate.
Iron Eater: Level 2
Vacant slots for absorbable metal properties: 2
Absorbed properties: Plastic embryo (white)
Current food column 1: Pig iron (edibility 28.1/100%, reserve 0)
Current food column 2: Yinsha Jiuyou E Ni Resent Iron (food level 3%/100%, reserve 3%.)
Feng Mu only took a glance and understood that the difference between the two statistics was actually equivalent to the difference between the checkout before the meal and the checkout after the meal.
The latter one is more stringent in terms of statistical time than the former one.
Feng Mu doesn't care about the change in the statistical method. What he cares about is the newly prompted [Today's Settlement], which clearly records the reason why Ertie was digested - [Resentment]? ! !
Good news, Feng Mu no longer has to guess how Etie will be digested.
Bad news, [resentment] is another brand-new term that he doesn’t recognize.
Feng Mu thought for a moment and could only temporarily understand [resentment] as the resentment or resentment of the dead.
"Then, a person who is riddled with resentment is a person who has killed someone and has the resentment or wronged soul of the deceased attached to his body. In short, he is a murderer." Feng Mu thought to himself.
“That is to say, the murderer has the [resentment] that I need, and if they have malice towards me, or I have murderous intention towards them, it will cause the [resentment] in them to be absorbed by me. Attracted."
"Then some unknown chemical reaction occurs with the [Erte] in my body, and finally together. Digested and absorbed by me.”
“Even if you don’t need to fight and fight, you only need the murderer to be malicious towards me, but fighting and fighting is the most violent way to absorb it, especially when we both hold each other’s arms. When you think about killing the opponent and put it into action, the efficiency of absorption can reach its peak.”
Feng Mu deduced this, and then shook his head: "No, attempted murder is not the peak, successful murder should be the peak."
Feng Mu's eyes flashed: "So, as long as I kill a murderer, in When the other party dies, all the [resentment] in the other party will be transferred to my body and absorbed by [Er Iron]!"
Although Feng Mu has not actually verified it, he I think there is a high probability that this will be the case.
Unless, when the murderer dies, part of his [resentment] will dissipate. In that case, perhaps leaving it alone and repeatedly harvesting the wool is the best solution.
“After all, we have to find a murderer to verify this matter with his own hands.” Feng Mu made a calculation in his mind.
"It's a pity that murderers don't write murderers on their faces. Unless they kill too many people like my senior brothers and sisters, the smell of blood can be felt by me. Otherwise, those who have only killed one or two people, even if they rub it in front of me, Even if you pass by, I won't notice it." Feng Mu frowned.
Feng Mu can send Ma Bin to catch some murderers for him to test or "eat".
However, the digestion of Ertie is a matter of accumulation over time, and the demand is bound to be very huge. It cannot be satisfied by a few or a dozen murderers.
Feng Mu thought: "Ma Bin may be able to control the Green Wolf Gang and find me ten or even a hundred murderers. The probability is overwhelming."
"After all, , no matter how valuable human life is in Xiacheng, it is impossible for the streets to be filled with murderers, and identification is also a difficult problem. ”
As for the qualified groups like the Survey Corps, Feng Mu doesn't have the guts to focus on them yet.
After thinking about this for a while, Feng Mu realized that finding [E Iron] and [Resentment] were only the first step, and satisfying the number of [Resentment] was the real problem.
“It would be nice if there was a place full of murderers, and if I killed them, it wouldn’t cause too much noise.”
Feng Mu was blessed in his heart, and suddenly it really happened. It reminded him of a place.
"Prison?!" Feng Mu opened his eyes, with black lines sinking in his pupils. He muttered to himself, "Of course, the number of murderers in prison is only a small number, but..."< br>
A very scary thought came to Feng Mu's mind: "If I can control a prison, even if there are not enough murderers in it, I can produce them in batches like a commodity..."
Feng Mu's Adam's apple squirmed and he swallowed. He was frightened by the thoughts that came to his mind. This was no longer a question of being a villain or not, this was more or less crazy.
Feng Mu shook his head vigorously and threw the idea away.
But the strange thing is that the more he wants to give up this idea, the more it keeps popping up, like a seed rooted in his heart, even if you don't water it, it will stubbornly break out of the ground. , and take root and sprout little by little over time, until the roots wrap around your whole heart.
A nightmare.
When Feng Mu woke up the next morning, there were two big black circles on his face.
Hongya brought him a meal and brought it into the house. She comforted him a few words and turned around to go out. All the senior brothers and sisters in the courtyard knew that the young junior brother was worried about his enemies and had not slept well all night.
They looked at each other and picked at the bottom of the bowl a little faster.
When Feng Mu changed the medicine and wrapped the gauze again, when he came out, there was only a huge wooden barrel and five bowls of different sizes left on the stone table in the inner courtyard.
Hong Ya squatted on the stone pier, holding a small bowl and eating slowly.
Feng Mu sat at the stone table with a bowl in his hand, chewed it down in one bite, and his mouth was filled with the aroma of rice grains and meat. When he looked up again, tears were flowing out uncontrollably.
Three years later, he ate natural food again.
Although the 3D printed synthetic food looks more delicate in appearance and has a similar chewing texture, for some reason, Feng Mu can feel the subtle differences after just one bite.
It's not a difference in taste buds, but... Feng Mu can't describe it, it's more like an unreasonable instinct, and every cell in his body is cheering for joy.
It's like a dead tree that has been exposed to the sun for more than ten years and finally tastes water again.
What’s even weirder is that before today, Feng Mu had never realized that his body was a dead tree, and he had never felt that this dead tree was so hungry.
“Synthetic food not only fills the stomach, but also deceives the body’s instinct?!”
Feng Mu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, not because he wanted to cry, but because his body finally realized After being deceived for a long time, I silently asked myself for help.
“Perhaps this silent crying has been going on for 18 years, but it was only today that I saw my tears?”
Feng Mu could hardly imagine how desperate his body was.
It's like an invisible person has been calling you for help for eighteen years, but you have been acting like a deaf and blind person, without any response to him.
Until today, you suddenly woke up and found a skinny man standing in front of you.
What’s even more terrifying is that this person is actually you. This is your truest face. The flesh-and-blood face you think you are familiar with when you look in the mirror is all a lie to you. Illusion.
Your eyes are deceiving you;
Your ears are deceiving you;
Your body is deceiving you;
Your soul is deceiving you;
Not only are you deceiving yourself, others are also deceiving You, the whole world is deceiving you;
But you are also deceiving other people, and others are deceiving themselves. Together, you are even deceiving the world;
You look at each other in the mirror, as if to say: Look, we are all the same, there is no problem,
But the truth is...
(End of Chapter)