"Although you are generally right, don't underestimate us."
The manager in yellow nodded appreciatively, but immediately raised his masked face.
"We searched all the rubbish collected this morning and successfully found the security clothing used by the killer. They were stuffed in a black rubbish bag and dumped in the hallway.
"Our technicians found the murderer's hair inside the gas mask. Once the DNA comparison results of all residents in the area come out, we will know who the murderer is!"
"The murderer will definitely try to evade DNA testing. There are too many tricks."
Although there are many cases in reality where the murderer has been found through DNA testing, Meng Fei has never seen a genetic comparison work in suspense dramas.
“So in addition to requiring each resident to draw blood and provide a sample on the spot, our staff will secretly collect samples such as dander and hair while cleaning private areas.
"Only when the test results of the two samples are consistent will we be sure that the result is true. Any abnormal results will be tested repeatedly until there is no problem."
“Well, in that case, let’s wait for your genetic test.
"Then can I leave?"
At this point, Meng Fei's heart suddenly thumped.
DNA Testing?
Then his divine pet gene...
For people who don't understand the divine pet gene, this gene is meaningless gibberish. But to those who understand the gene of a divine pet, he is just a meat ticket that can be redeemed indefinitely!
Who would know about the divine favor gene that only appears in classical theological literature?
Even now, there are still priests, devout believers, and scholars of classical theology who carry on the ancient tradition.
These guys who maintain the "Palace of All Things" and worship a "Lord of Creation", it seems like there is such a person behind the scenes.
Although ten thousand grass and mud horses were racing through his mind at this moment, he did not dare to show any signs of it. It would be unwise for him to refuse genetic testing.
Not to mention that refusing would be tantamount to asking for help, and it would be easy for the other party to secretly obtain hair and other samples from the pillow on his bed.
"Your name is Zhang Feng. Are you from Qingmang or a graduate student at the Nautilus Research Institute?"
The person opposite suddenly changed the topic and shook a printed document in his hand.
That's a document about his identity!
Since the other party has access to the Internet, it is obvious that he will thoroughly investigate his identity.
Fortunately, the other party's "thorough" investigation could only go as far as "Zhang Feng".
Although Professor Boulanger knew that he was not Zhang Feng, he did not know his true identity.
"That's right."
He filled in the name "Zhang Feng" when registering, and there is nothing to deny now.
"Someone wanted you to help defend the Creator. But I refused."
"Maintenance? Your Lord of Creation, who lives in the Palace of All Things, still needs human maintenance?"
Meng Fei was just pretending to be surprised on the surface, but he was suddenly shocked in his heart.
"The Lord of Creation"? Does this refer to improving the artificial intelligence program called "Palace of All Things"? Isn't this the real purpose of the game that Professor Boulanger said?
Is this a sign that the final boss will appear soon after completing the level?
The other party did not answer his words, but sneered:
"I am responsible for the safety of District 11, and even more so for the safety of the entire Palace of All Things. God's body cannot tolerate any defilement!
"Due to the many abnormal events that have occurred in succession, I cannot ensure that you have not been infected by the "Contagious Sleepwalking Murder Syndrome".
"Although I will release you, you can only live in District 11. Until I confirm that the infection in District 11 has been completely eliminated."
The game... is indeed a game routine.
Although he has reached the last level, he still has to complete the task of the last level.
This is a survival game. He will survive in District 11 until all "killers"
” is cleared, or the entire 11th area is infected by “Killer”, and the game fails.
"Then how do you confirm that the infection in Area 11 has been completely eliminated?"
Meng Fei directly asked for the game's clearance determination rules.
"It's very simple. The longest incubation period of "Infectious Sleepwalking Homicide Syndrome" currently observed is 14 days.
"If there are no abnormal events related to infection in a residential area for 14 consecutive days, the infection can be considered to have been completely eliminated!"
After a long series of bathing, disinfection, leaving fingerprints, drawing blood, and testing DNA, Meng Fei finally returned to the residential area. It was already late at night.
He was escorted by cameras and armed security back to his private area and went to bed.
boom! boom!
It was like thunder outside. The ground shook like a hammered war drum. Lightning-like light instantly illuminates the night sky, pulling the night into daylight but quickly disappears.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After the continuous explosions, a series of explosions like fried beans came from the distance outside the window. Just like when he was a child, the whole city was filled with firecrackers and fireworks at 12 o'clock on New Year's Eve.
But this isn't firecrackers, it's gunshots. Although the sound of real gunfire sounds similar to firecrackers at first, it is actually much more penetrating.
The shooter himself couldn't hear much noise. But even if the sound of gunfire travels through the long night sky, it can still shock the distant listener, as if the bullet directly hit the eardrum.
It was obvious that the Beiming people landed by air again and began to attack. But they did not dare or were unwilling to directly bomb the nuclear power plant, so the war was still kept on the periphery of the nuclear power plant.
The game replicates reality, but reality violently attacks the boundaries of fiction.
There was a slight commotion in the residential area, but it quickly fell silent.
The security guards are still patrolling, and no one wants to be arrested and "imprisoned" according to rules. Besides, there is no safer place than a nuclear power plant.
Meng Fei was harassed by the sound of gunfire and couldn't sleep. I thought about leaving a note in the wishing box tomorrow and asking for a pack of silent earplugs.
He finally managed to fall asleep, and at eight o'clock the next day, he was woken up by Duan Yu.
"Boss, you're actually back!"
"What does it mean to be unexpected?"
"I didn't see you when I woke up early yesterday. I thought you were missing! I heard that people often disappear here."
"I did almost disappear yesterday."
Meng Fei was dizzy because he didn't sleep enough, and his eyes were black.
"So this is not a place to stay for a long time. Let's find a way to escape quickly, right?"
"slip?"
Meng Fei glanced at the wishing box next to Duan Yu's bedside.
"What did you wish for? Is there anyone who won't let you go?"
"Hey, I don't want much. I just want some Taotie coins and gold bars. I can carry them in a backpack."
Moving his body to block Meng Fei's view of his private wealth, Duan Yu smiled awkwardly and continued:
"Of course we can leave, but even if we leave now, we can only run outside to get wet in the rain and eat dirt, and we can't get out of the endless cycle!
"But I thought of a wonderful way to really escape from this hellish place. Let's go back to Qingmang with the money and be a fucking rich man!"
