In February 2122, she was exposed to the radiation incident at Yug. She was 2 weeks pregnant at the time of exposure. After being exposed to radiation, he locked himself in a laboratory and completely refused to be visited after a week. The military force broke down the door and discovered that he had undergone mysterious deformations, with signs of deformation: multiple eye sacs on his back and a bulging abdomen.
When he was discovered, Zhan Xue lost consciousness, became crazy, and was unable to communicate. It can cause people around it to go crazy and die through mysterious words, and it is speculated that it has the ability to destroy spirits.
In March 2122, he was secretly executed at the age of 32.
According to the post-mortem laparotomy, no other abnormal organs were found, some balloons shrank automatically, and the eyeballs disappeared. Many years later, it was considered to be the first super-terrible body in the world (all subsequent super-terrible bodies showed similar post-mortem symptoms). Characteristics of autologous atrophy).
Relevant daily items have been destroyed in accordance with regulations; sampling samples have been destroyed.
The embryo in the abdomen was just 3 weeks old at the time of death. It was too small and was judged to have been lost naturally with its death.
The record was only half a page long, but An Yu was frightened. He looked back at the two photos, and he felt as if he was touching a terrifying force.
The countdown light lights up, and the system prompts that this review has ended.
Yan Xi knocked on the door and came in, "Are you finished?"
"Yeah." An Yu looked away from the black screen, "Let's go back."
On the way back, An Yu looked out the car window at the streets of the main city, "Do you know Zhan Xue?"
"Mrs. Qin's college roommate and best friend." Yan Xi sighed, "The second person who was directly exposed that year. Unfortunately, she was not as lucky as my wife, and she immediately became deformed."
"What else do you know?" An Yu asked.
Yan Xi shook his head, "I only know that he was executed in secret. The specific characteristics of the distortion are top secrets. I have no right to know."
An Yu looked out the window and asked softly after a while: "Will a three-week-old fetus make the abdomen bulge?"
"Of course not." Yan Xi was stunned for a moment, "Three weeks can only be regarded as a fetal sac. Let alone three weeks, a full-month fetal sac is as big as a small blueberry."
An Yu asked again, "Then, is it possible for this kind of fetal sac to continue to develop after leaving the mother's body?"
Yan Xi shook his head and sighed, "The technology of in vitro fertilization has been mature for decades, but due to ethical issues, it has never been officially put into use."
"No, I mean, take the fetal sac out of the mother's womb, without artificial cultivation, just rely on it on its own..." An Yu paused, because Yan Xi was looking at him through the rearview mirror incomprehensibly, and he sighed, "Sorry, I asked a stupid question."
Yan Xi was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and shook his head, "I know."
"Huh?" An Yu ignited a glimmer of hope, "What?"
"Isn't this the new character in "Super Abnormal Kindergarten"? That little squirrel was brutally taken out by humans when it was an embryo, but it survived and even awakened its superpowers." Yan Xi said with a smile: "But that little squirrel It was almost full term when it was taken out. Even if it is a deformity, it will not survive if it is taken out at the cellular stage."
An Yu leaned back in his seat expressionlessly, "...Oh."
Yan Xi advised earnestly: "You should make more friends. Cartoons and real life should be distinguished."
An Yu: "...You are right."
Yan Xi glanced at his expression in the rearview mirror, "But it's understandable. After the disaster, mankind has accelerated into an entertainment-heavy society. Not only the people of Bai City are addicted to it, but even the elites of the main city cannot avoid it. Recently, Do you know that very popular virtual idol?”
"I don't know." An Yu yawned out of boredom, "Sorry, I didn't have much entertainment in Bai City."
He is a scum among scum, he doesn’t even have an electronic device, so how can he get any entertainment.
"You can see it by just scrolling through social media. She is really doing a good job. No wonder so many people are fascinated by her." Yan Xi parked the car in the parking lot outside the church and said relaxedly: "Oh yes Now, the production company is in the office building opposite the corner bakery. Those employees relied on this virtual idol to get rich overnight. It’s also very mysterious. They eat the bread from your shop every day. Is it because of this that they are particularly lucky? ah."
The word "get rich overnight" made An Yu feel a little more energetic from his sluggish state.
"You really like to come to church." Yan Xi said with emotion: "You don't even bother to go to the bakery."
An Yu said quietly, "People will be inspired here."
The foreshadowing of the incident in the orphanage in "The Asylum" was so strong that it frightened him. In the past few days, he recalled more than once the book "Lucky Number Perception" that he had been persuaded to buy the last time they met.
Not necessarily to get rich again. An Yu thought to himself that he just wanted to test his eyes' prophetic ability.
"I'll wait for you in the car." Yan Xi said with a smile, "Many people in the Black Tower think that the poet is a liar who pretends to be mystical. They have disliked him for a long time, but they have never been able to find fault. But there are also people who are him. true believers."
"What about you?" An Yu asked casually.
Yan Xi thought for a while, "It doesn't matter if he is a liar or not, as long as he can really make people feel calm, that's enough."
He looked at the bustling crowd outside the car window, "Like entertainment poison, the porn industry, which one is harmless? But they can indeed make people forget the pain. In the current world, this is unparalleled value."
An Yu thought for a while and nodded in understanding.
*
"Just now when the night prayer was over, I suddenly had a premonition that I would meet my old friends again today." He changed into a white silk shirt, and the tailoring of the collar and sleeves was more complicated than before. He took a yellowed book from the bookshelf and handed it to An Yu, smiling: "I'm glad to see you again. You are indeed still interested in this book."
The book was very thick, and it was all handwritten, including the title "Lucky Number Perception" on the title page.
But An Yu didn't think it took a lot of energy to write this book, because when he opened the thick book, it was filled with 6-digit numbers.
The sound of a successful transfer of five thousand yuan sounded, and he held the book and fell into deep thought.
"Asylum" was indeed accurate, but at this moment, he suddenly began to doubt the reliability of this thing.
His eyes seemed to see through his worries, "Don't worry, you might as well choose a string of numbers to buy lottery tickets."
An Yu raised his eyes and stared at him, "Can you really win?"
"It's very possible." Eye nodded, "Today, my premonition is particularly strong."
"Then why don't you buy it yourself?"
The poet smiled magnanimously and said, "I am not functioning well myself."
The more I listen to it, the less reliable it becomes.
An Yu began to feel sorry for his five thousand yuan. He subconsciously glanced at the page showing the successful transfer and found no "withdraw" option.
"Let me help you choose a group of destined numbers." Yan immediately said: "Have you read my collection of poems? Which poem are you most interested in recently?"
An Yu calmed down after hearing this, stared at him, and said softly: "Asylum."
"It's still the same song." Yan smiled, "I remember its page number, so please buy lottery tickets according to the numbers in the 2nd column and 9th row on page 358 of "Lucky Number Perception". Please make sure to buy it within today."
An Yu was silent for a moment, "How much does a lottery ticket cost?"
"Two yuan." Yan said: "For more than a hundred years, no matter how the economy is experiencing inflation or deflation, this price has never changed."
Two yuan is also money.
An Yu seriously hesitated whether he should add sunk costs.
The terminal suddenly made a "ding-dong" sound, and the system prompted him to return two yuan.
"It's my invitation." Eyes smiled, "I have a feeling that this string of numbers will win the biggest prize tonight, which will be an astronomical figure. But don't worry, if you win the prize, you only need to pay me back two yuan." .”
An Yu was speechless for a moment.
It's hard to tell whether the person in front of me is generous or stingy.
He looked at the painting on the ground next to the bookshelf - it was the painting he was painting before leaving the church last time. The broken red light in the sky was more red than it was then. The third golden gear had been fully revealed, three of them. The gear has almost contained half of the broken red light.
An Yu stopped in front of the steps and asked softly: "Will there be a fourth gear?"
"I haven't seen any clues yet." Yan smiled and said, "But I have a feeling there will be."
He paused and suddenly said quickly: "I noticed last time that you seemed to be particularly interested in this painting of mine. In fact, it can also be sold for only ten thousand..."
"No, no need." An Yu immediately covered his pocket and refused sternly, "I'm not interested."
Before leaving the church, he turned back and stared at the poet, "Do you know Qin Zhilu?"
The expression of his eyes suddenly changed.
Although it was only for a moment, An Yu confirmed that he captured his instant disgust and fear.
"I don't know him, but I know him." Eyes paused for a moment before smiling again, "What's wrong?"
"He is my commander, directly subordinate to him." An Yu said softly, "Do you have any prophecies about him? I can buy it."
The church suddenly became quiet. They stood in front of the dark window and stared at each other. The dust in the air floated quietly between them.
After a long while, he smiled and said: "I'm sorry, although I want to make more money, but I don't."
He paused and looked at the painting in the corner, "I only have one piece of advice. It's free, but it needs to be kept confidential. Do you want to listen?"
An Yu nodded.
"Don't get too close to him." Eye said softly, "Besides the sky, he is the second carrier that contains a large amount of broken red light. Although you have a pure soul that I have never seen before, you are too close. , it’s probably hard to be contaminated by him.”
An Yu was stunned and said, "You mean, you can also see the broken red light on him?"
"It's not that I saw it." She stared at him without blinking, and her voice was soft and imperceptible. "In my opinion, he is just a piece of broken red light, just cunningly disguising himself as a human." Shangfeng Allowing him to enter and leave the main city freely and treating him as the most solid force of mankind is simply ridiculous! Humanity will be destroyed sooner or later because of this stupid decision."
When he said the last few words, the light in his usually peaceful eyes fluctuated, almost crazy.
The poet closed his eyes and calmed down for a long time before sighing, "Sorry, he is indeed a person who makes me very anxious. I know you have come to church with him, but if possible, try to come alone in the future."
On the way back, An Yu was deep in thought.
In fact, he believed what the poet said. If the broken red light is related to distortion, then Qin Zhilu, as the most genetically chaotic being in the world, can absorb the genes of all aberrants without limit, so he will naturally be regarded as a big lump of broken red light.
What really concerned him was the ability of his eyes.
What he saw and said was far beyond the realm of pretense. But not only does his gene entropy be normal, he also doesn't have a fusion object that never leaves his body like those non-biological aberrations - An Yu changes his clothes every time he sees him, has no accessories on his body, and doesn't always hold anything in his hands.
"Are you being taken advantage of?" Zhu Tao was shocked on the phone. "Five thousand yuan, you buy this? Why don't you give me five thousand yuan, and I will write a book for you in minutes."
"Well..." An Yu flipped through the book spread out on his knees, "Since he's paying for the lottery, let's buy one and give it a try."
Suddenly, a strange yet familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, asking Zhu Tao softly, "What number does he want to buy?"
"What number did you buy?" Zhu Tao asked.
An Yu turned to the string of numbers the poet had just mentioned, "06, 19, 22, 08, 14, 03. Who is next to you?"
"Dian, did you know? The new senior executive just moved into the minaret." Zhu Tao said, "He is really good at cooking. We are discussing dessert recipes."
Dian next to him seemed to say something again, and Zhu Tao covered the phone and muttered with him for a while.
An Yu couldn't hear clearly and could only wait for him to come back before asking, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, it's nothing. Dian said that he can help you consult on the new menu of the bakery. Did you meet in the brain this afternoon? He felt that you seemed to be vaguely worried about the menu being too single after the bakery was expanded."
An Yu held the terminal and was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a long time.
He did have this idea, but it was always suppressed by other more important thoughts. If Dian hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't even be aware of it.
Out of nowhere, he suddenly asked: "Do you think you can win the lottery number I want to buy?"
"Please, he can read minds and is not a prophet. Besides, that poet is just a big liar." Zhu Tao turned his head away speechlessly, "Dian, An Yu asked if this string of numbers can be successful?"
