"What a bad luck. Is there such abundant rain on earth..."
A figure quickly rushed out of the rain and stood in front of the door of Wogo Supermarket.
Zhang Heng took off the hood on his head and complained in a low voice about the sudden weather. The hoodie on his body had been soaked by the rain and was sticking to his body wetly, constantly taking away the heat from his body.
"Ah sneeze!"
The strong wind mixed with rain blew over Zhang Heng's body, making him feel cold and sneezed loudly.
"This won't work, your body will become hypothermic..."
Zhang Heng murmured and saw that it was quiet everywhere and there were no zombies, let alone humans. He made up his mind and reached out to take off his clothes, exposing his upper body.
His body is overall thin, with no trace of excess fat under his pale white skin, and the muscle lines in various parts are just right. The entire body is natural and well-proportioned, as if it is a natural work of art.
But this work of art, like the Venus de Milo, has regrettable flaws.
From Zhang Heng's robotic arm to his left chest, the flesh and blood skin there has been wrapped in cold silver metal. Fish scale-like gaps are crisscrossed across the chest, forming a palm-sized panel from which faint blue light is constantly shining. Demonstrating its outstanding technological level.
The rainwater flowed down from Zhang Heng's face, dripping along Zhang Heng's knife-like jawline and onto his chest. But before it flowed into the gap filled with faint blue light, it turned into a curl of mist and dissipated. in the air.
"It's strange. Why is this supermarket so quiet? Can't even see a trace of a zombie?"
Hanging the soaked hoodie on the handle of the supermarket door, Zhang Heng thought and activated the lighting function on his left arm.
A gentle buzzing sound like a mosquito's rotor gradually sounded from his left arm. After a while, soft white light shined from his palm, dispelling the darkness in front of him.
Since the space in the supermarket is large and the lighting range of white light is very limited, the darkness is shrouded in the unknown. Zhang Heng, who is relying on it, does not dare to be careless. He changes his previous unscrupulous behavior and heads towards the depths of the supermarket. Walk slowly.
With the power supply out of sight, Zhang Heng kept groping for the direction of travel and observed the guidance that appeared within the visual range.
"Really, didn't the system prompt that there is an emergency mission here? In this situation, there are not even a single zombie. How can I complete this mission..."
After walking for a while, Zhang Heng couldn't help but feel a little irritable. The only light source in the dark environment came from his mechanical left arm.
The extremely quiet atmosphere around him gave him the illusion of sailing in the deep space of the universe, as if the world had abandoned him, and all he could rely on was the faint light.
As he walked, Zhang Heng came to the entrance of the escalator and was about to go up the stairs. Suddenly his nose twitched and he smelled a strange fragrance in the air.
"Huh? It smells so good..."
Zhang Heng blurted out subconsciously and sniffed the surroundings a few times.
But the free fragrance, when Zhang Heng tried to find it, seemed to have a spiritual spirit, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. No matter how focused he was, he could not capture the previous smell again.
"It's weird...Is there something wrong with my sense of smell?"
Zhang Heng touched his nose and didn't take it to heart. He just stepped onto the out-of-service escalator and walked up to the second floor of the supermarket.
At this time, if anyone can carefully observe Zhang Heng's appearance, they will find that he is in a sluggish state, and his dark eyes have been covered with a thin layer of white mist. The manipulated string puppet walked towards the second floor of machinery.
In Zhang Heng's eyes, the surroundings were still dark, with only his left arm emitting a soft white light.
But the moment he stepped onto the second floor, something seemed to be quietly changing around him.
Raising his left arm, Zhang Heng looked around the darkness and found that there was nothing unusual. He walked forward, preparing to explore the second floor of the supermarket to see if the target of the emergency mission existed. in this layer.
But soon Zhang Heng returned disappointed and returned to the escalator again.
There was nothing on the second floor of the supermarket. Except for the white light emitting from his left arm, the only thing left was the monotonous sound of his footsteps.
"Alas, the mission requirements are not fully specified, so I can only explore by myself..."
Zhang Heng sighed and walked toward the third floor.
The main reason why he was so interested in this urgent task, which was only half released, was because the system would give special rewards after the task was completed.
You must know that the memory chip in his brain that was in a self-locking state was one of the rewards after completing the emergency mission. However, he used it improperly and did not pay attention to protecting it during the process of splitting the world, so he lost this great help. .
"Why don't you open the system again and take a look? Maybe it's back to normal?"
This thought flashed through Zhang Heng's mind, and he stopped where he was. He reached out and took out the cellphone-sized instrument from his trouser pocket, and skillfully slid it on it.
But the instrument he called the system lay quietly in his palm without any response.
"Hey, why can't I even open it..."
Zhang Heng poked the smooth surface of the system again, but there was still no response. It was like a phone that had run out of battery. No matter how he fiddled with it, it just couldn't light up the screen and respond.
"Forget it, it's probably due to electromagnetic field interference..."
Zhang Heng murmured to himself, showing no intention of giving up the mission.
Because the system has experienced similar situations before, but it will eventually return to normal. As long as he completes the tasks issued by the system, regardless of whether the system responds or not, the rewards will be issued as usual.
Only the content and distribution time of the rewards are unknown.
Just like the rescue mission he completed earlier, the system didn't mention any rewards at all, but the fifty grids of psychic energy were successfully transferred to his account and fully charged into his robotic arm.
According to Zhang Heng's speculation, the small instrument called the system in his hand should be something similar to a pager.
The system can communicate with the upper latitude through some means, thereby issuing a series of tasks to Zhang Heng, and after he completes the tasks, rewards will be issued to him through some means.
Just like the memory chip in his brain, it appeared directly in Zhang Heng's mind after the urgent task was completed. If it hadn't been informed by the system, Zhang Heng would not have noticed the changes in himself.
In this process, Zhang Heng plays a role similar to a bounty hunter.
Complete tasks and get rewards.
Of course, system tasks can be refused, but Zhang Heng has never tried it before. After all, each task will be rewarded more or less after completion. As long as it does not violate his original intention, he will still happily try it.
Stuffing the system back into his trouser pocket, Zhang Heng raised his legs and stepped onto the escalator leading to the third floor. The surroundings were still quiet, and the white light illuminated a small area in front of Zhang Heng, providing him with the necessary information to move forward. vision.
"Um?"
After walking for a while, Zhang Heng stopped again, raised his left arm and took a look around.
He felt that his head seemed to be a little dizzy. After standing still for a while, he found that there was nothing serious, so he put the abnormality aside and carefully looked at the surrounding environment.
But at this glance, Zhang Heng noticed something was wrong.
The walls and floors that were supposed to be made of cement now turned into cabins with a metallic luster.
Zhang Heng walked slightly around, and the soft white light soon hit the metal wall, stopping his progress.
"Where am I?"
Zhang Heng raised his left hand in surprise, illuminating the surrounding area to the maximum extent. Soon he found that he was in a narrow metal passage, and the escalator entrance behind him had long since disappeared, and it became a blur at a glance. Endless darkness.
"This is... the Upon!"
When Zhang Heng saw the symbols on the bulkhead clearly, he screamed out in surprise.
It was a steel seal that looked like a small boat, engraved on a metal plate in the bulkhead. The reason why Zhang Heng screamed after seeing this steel seal was because in his memory, this steel seal occupied an extremely important position.
This is the family emblem of his best friend, Wang Yu—the Wupeng boat!
Only Wang Yu’s family spaceship would stamp the materials with the appearance of this small ship!
"Fat man! Fatty Wang! Are you there?"
At this time, Zhang Heng seemed to have a string in his heart broken, and he instantly lost his mind. He shouted loudly into the darkness of the passage, but only his shouts echoed in the passage, and there was no other sound.
Zhang Heng raised his left arm and ran forward, shouting as he ran.
"Fat man! Are you there? Come out quickly! Stop playing with me, Fat man! Come out quickly!"
The passage in the cabin was not straight, but twisted like a maze, but this did not hinder Zhang Heng's running speed.
Tears gradually overflowed from the corners of Zhang Heng's eyes, streaked across his face, flew along his jaw and flew behind him, blending into the endless darkness.
"Come out……"
Finally, Zhang Heng's running speed gradually slowed down, as if he was exhausted. His knees gave out and he knelt on the ground, but his body was still twitching, and tears kept falling from his eyes. On the floor of the passage.
"Brother Heng... I'm here, come and save me..."
Just when Zhang Heng put his hands on the ground and was immersed in endless sorrow, a faint cry came from the darkness far away in the passage. The voice was very weak, and it sounded as if he might die at any time.
"Fat man? Fat man! I'm coming, hold on, hold on!"
Zhang Heng suddenly raised his head, wiped the tears on his face carelessly, and shouted forward.
"Come on...I can't hold it anymore..."
In the darkness at the end of the passage, the owner of that voice seemed to be suffering tremendous torture, and even this weak cry for help could hardly be uttered.
Just as Zhang Heng was about to stand up and rush forward, he suddenly felt a burning sensation coming from his thigh. When he reached out and touched it, he discovered that the system he had placed in his trouser pocket was emitting astonishing heat.
"So hot!"
Zhang Heng took it out with his right hand. The moment the system in his trouser pocket came into contact with his fingers, he felt as hot as a soldering iron.
Zhang Heng quickly withdrew his right hand, twisted his body, and used his mechanical left arm to take out the system from his trouser pocket.
But the strange thing is that the appearance of the system does not become red and hot like a soldering iron. It can even be said that there is no change at all. The entire system just stays quietly in the palm of his hand, exuding a terrifying high temperature.
"What's going on? Why is it so hot all of a sudden..."
Zhang Heng looked confused. He had only obtained this system for a short time. To say that he fully understood the functions of this system would be nonsense.
Stretching out his right hand, he slowly approached the system with his index finger. Soon a warm feeling came from Zhang Heng's fingertips. When he got closer, it started to get hot. When his index finger touched the surface of the system, it was like Touching a piece of red-hot charcoal, he immediately withdrew his fingers from the pain and grabbed his earlobe.
"Holy crap, what kind of wind does this system have..."
Zhang Heng was completely speechless, but Wang Yu's calls for help could still be heard from a distance from time to time. He was so anxious that he couldn't care about what was happening in front of him. When he was about to stuff the system back into his pocket, he felt keenly that he There seemed to be something around him, slowly approaching him.
"who!"
Zhang Heng shouted loudly and turned his head sharply behind him, but what he saw was still darkness and nothing...
