Chapter 35 The storm is coming


Chapter 35 The storm is coming

The layout in the room is a bit messy, and it has obviously been rummaged through.

Milton glanced around and found nothing of value.

While sighing, he retreated from the room and closed the door again.

Then, Milton looked forward.

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

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

Most of them were wrapped in thick coats whose original color could no longer be seen, leaning indifferently against the wall, crowded into piles. From time to time, there were puffs of smoke drifting away, and a low cough sounded.

And more people have inferior implanted eyeballs that light up, and they are obviously browsing something - some of them are no longer satisfied with this, and wear "virtual reality" devices that have long been covered with stains. Device", completely immersing your body and mind into the bizarre online world.

Maybe it’s a simulator movie, maybe it’s a virtual online game, maybe it’s a live broadcast room, or something else.

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

“Ahem——”

Milton coughed lightly and clapped his hands: “Let me tell you, do any of you know the residents of this room?”

After the words, 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 affairs.

“Two hundred credits.”

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

“Does anyone have information about this resident? You know, I’ll give you 200 credits and pay on the spot. Credit points, black coins, purchasing agents, whatever. The payment method is up to you.”

At this time, the crowd finally reacted and became agitated. point.

Soon, a middle-aged man wrapped in a black quilt stood up. He moved with difficulty, squeezing his way through the crowded aisle toward Milton.

"I know."

It seemed like 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 worked illegally in the Mendy Manufacturing Factory. "

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

"Uh-huh."

Milton said in a pleasant tone: "Credits?"

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

Milton nodded and took something out of his arms.

After seeing the appearance of the things clearly, the breathing around them became obviously faster.

That is a whole stack of data cards of different styles.

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

Then he smiled and lifted up his coat, revealing the pistol hanging clearly on his waist and the large traces of implant modifications.

As a result, the many eyes that gathered on him with a meaning of scrutiny were retracted one after another.

"——Everyone, I say everyone."

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

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

"Although most people will not pay attention to you, I You know, you also have your own way of survival. Share the drop-off points for expired food, the locations of electricity storage piles where you can steal electricity, the opening hours of charity relief stations, and the patrol routes of the police. You have your own communication chat group.”

“——Send out my words and Song Shi’s photo! Tell the rest of you! Find out where he has appeared, two hundred credits, and take a photo of him, four hundred credits. "

Milton paused and said loudly: "And if anyone can determine his current location, I can offer four thousand credits or items of equal value!"

" Trust me! I definitely have more channels to get these things than you do!”

"Starting from now, within four days!"

Milton's voice became louder again. He raised the stack of data cards in his hand high: "As for his current position, there will be someone every day in advance. Tell me, then I will add one thousand more credits to the original four thousand!”

There was another long silence.

“What will happen if you don’t pay me then?” someone asked. Milton chuckled lightly and did not answer.

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

He pulled out three data cards from the pile and threw them behind him.

Then, like a fish pond thrown into bread crumbs, hungry fish surged, and the whole water boiled for an instant - these people suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbing for the data card with all their hands.

Amidst the huge commotion of chaos and scramble in the aisle, Milton shook his shoulders and laughed loudly.

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

The night is deep.

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

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

The morning of the third day after leaving the institute.

“Well, this feeling.”

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

What followed was an unprecedented state of self -

The intense pain caused by smelting oneself with the "Forging Flame" last night disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by the pain from The limbs and bones are full of vitality, as if they had gone through a hearty battle!

The spirit is clear and stable, leisurely and comfortable, without the slightest trace of sleepiness.

And the body.

Song Shi stretched out his right hand and slowly spread his fingers.

The extremely abundant energy even gave rise to the illusion that if one clenched his fingers tightly, he could punch through the steel plate with one punch.

No, it cannot be completely said to be an "illusion".

Song Shi felt his physiological state carefully.

Under the dual physical strengthening of "Psychic Awakening" and "Smelting in the First Forging Flame", his physical fitness is gradually moving towards the otherworldly direction.

The current self.

It is true that I still cannot punch through the steel plate with one punch.

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

——This is quite good, even a bit exaggerated.

Song Shixin Tao.

I am walking the path of [Great Source], not the path of [Transcendence].

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

Starting from the first level, [Transcendence] psykers can use psychic skills to give themselves a powerful body - perhaps a greatly improved self-healing ability, perhaps a strength comparable to that of a brown bear , dynamic vision that is enough to capture the trajectory of bows and arrows, or growing a layer of scaly skin.

Among the ruins of the palace, scholars raised their heads. On the mottled murals that had been weathered and stained with malachite and hematite, there were golden armored guards with lion heads and bodies, and majestic tall giants. , the terrifying snake dragon that stirs the sea——

Most of the time, the prototypes of these murals are ancient psykers who [transcended] the path.

[Transcendence] The most common and orthodox way is to create your own "perfect body that cannot be surpassed."

Of course, today with the popularity of "implantable prostheses", [Transcendence] has undergone tremendous changes.

——But I am [Dayuan].

The direction of my path is to control the "power of the great source", and the "power of the great source" chosen in the two lives is fire.

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

When the enhancement of "Forging Flame" reaches the upper limit, regardless of special abilities such as "Scale Skin", just in terms of the most basic physical fitness, I will not even be much inferior to the ordinary [Transcendence].

"It is worthy of a superior psychic skill."

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

“Before the nineteenth sunrise.”

“Now it seems that it won’t take so long.”

(End of this chapter)

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