A wave of heat spreads from the soles of the feet to the limbs. The warmth is like jumping into a hot spring pool in the cold winter. Every inch of the skin is soothed by the gentle water, and it is like an unborn baby swimming freely in the mother's amniotic fluid.
Zhang Chi closed his eyes and felt more relaxed than ever since he opened his eyes on the plane.
The pores stretch, breathing speeds up, and a thin layer of sweat breaks out on the forehead.
She was completely free from hunger and fatigue.
The shoes were very hard and her feet were worn out.
My finger was injured while mining a few days ago.
During the fight, my ankle was twisted, and the bruise has not subsided...
The heat flow rushed to the part she sensed, working from bottom to top, pouring and repairing it painstakingly until all the abnormalities disappeared and they flowed to the next part...
When it merged from the spinal cord into the head, Zhang Chi heard a voice.
I don’t know where it came from, it was light and soft.
"More, more, more..."
"Not enough, not enough, not enough..."
Like the rumored song of a banshee, it wanders back and forth on the boundless sea, taking the crew to unknown and treacherous depths.
She was halfway drunk when she suddenly woke up.
In front of him was Liu Kesi's hypothermic body, with a screw needle stuck in his neck.
Zhang Chi walked over, took off the screw, turned on the faucet, and scrubbed little by little. Looking in the mirror, she saw her own face.
His face was covered with splattered blood.
He lowered his head, and his clothes and shoes were not spared.
Looking back, she found that the bruise on her finger had completely disappeared. Zhang Chi rolled up his trousers——
There is no black spots on the ankles.
Take off your shoes - there is a thin layer of calluses on the soles of your feet, but no abrasions or blisters.
Everything just happened was true.
She was very energetic, even more energetic than before the fight, but for no reason, she felt tired and wanted to find a place to sit down. When I walked to the bed, I remembered that I was covered in blood, so I took two steps back and sat on the ground.
It's on the right side of Liu Kesi, at the waist.
His unblinking eyes still stayed in the diagonal downward direction, just staring at Zhang Chi, which was scary.
So Zhang Chi reached out and pulled down his upper eyelids.
The sign on his chest read 902. A cigarette was found in his jacket pocket, but nothing else. She glanced at the back of 902's head, and heard the sound of him falling to the ground just now——
It was very crisp, not dull at all. It didn't sound like bones hitting the ground, but rather - some kind of metal with extremely high density. After accelerating in mid-air, the sound was very fast and surprisingly loud.
Zhang Chi tried to turn 902 over. She thought it would be very difficult for her - after all, he was quite tall, had high muscle content, and was probably at least twice as heavy as her. But unexpectedly, in addition to the size of her body that limited her movement, 902 was as light as a stone weighing less than 30kg in her hand.
For the first time, her perception of weight lost its control.
Before that, she could confirm that all people and materials in this world follow the same physical laws. When working in the mine, there is no deviation between the weight of the ore and the weight of the wheelbarrow. Cotton is very light, cotton thread is very light, and tools , shower soap, all everyday items hold their weight as they should.
Is there something wrong with 902's health?
After some kind of transformation, his weight dropped extremely while his body volume remained unchanged.
Zhang Chi thought for a moment, stood up and walked to the bed, bent down and grasped the metal pipe tightly, and slowly lifted it up——
There was no difficulty and it was easily lifted half a meter off the ground.
The weight of the metal bed has also become lighter——
No, to be precise, there was something wrong with her.
Zhang Chi slowly put down the metal bed, pointed at the round hole squeezed out by the dust on the ground, and then looked down at his hands.
The skin and flesh are so tender, there are no calluses or wounds at all, and she looks more pampered than when she came here. She suddenly realized a terrible fact——
If this body could be repaired after every battle, it would be almost impossible for her to find any trace of her past in her body.
Everyone should have traces. People who hold guns all year round have calluses on their jaws. People who play guitar and bass have calluses on their fingertips. People who hold pens all year round have calluses on the joints of their ring fingers. Ballet dancers have calluses on their toes. People who do sprints have calluses. People have well-developed calf muscles...
Every wound in the body, the tearing and regrowing of muscles, is feedback from a habit.
Zhang Chi found that his judgment was wrong again——
She thought that "she" was at least a civilized citizen of society.
She has no tattoos, does not look like she has joined a gang, and does not have many wounds, nor does she look like she lives on the streets. She also has very delicate fingers and does not look like she has done any rough work. The most suitable identity is an ordinary person who has no worries about food and clothing - if he is not ordinary, I am afraid he will not end up in a place like this.
Wait, she had fought with the Cyborg before. Why did she trigger this repair mechanism when she encountered 902?
Is there something different about 902, or--
Death is a necessary condition for triggering.
Zhang Chi's heart skipped a beat.
She put her hands in her hair, calmed down for a moment, squatted in front of 902, and then began to study the previous problem.
The back of 902's head is no different from anyone else's. If there's a problem, it's that he has too much hair - a very enviable type at his age.
Zhang Chi reached out and tugged at his hair - it was real. She put down her hand and looked away with a little disappointment. Suddenly she discovered that behind his ears, a piece of skin the size of a fingernail was slightly different in color from the color of his neck.
Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and pressed the piece of skin. There was no subcutaneous fat, blood vessels or fascia. It was a little hollow and a little hard. She took out a screwdriver and cut open the skin bit by bit along the edge——
Lifting the skin, there is a brain-computer interface inside.
The only report Zhang Chi had seen about brain computers in the library was an advertisement in a lifestyle magazine——
"What should I do if my brain is flooded? The sea metal skull is waterproof and insulated. I no longer have to worry about beauty salons!"
The content is very short, and it roughly means that this kind of skull has very high hardness and is suitable for 90% of the brain machines on the market. There are also three options to choose from: one-third bone, half bone, and full bone modification.
Zhang Chi cut open 902's scalp and found that his skull was one-third bone, the occipital area was made of metal, and the forehead and middle part were all native skull bones. This is currently the most popular skull modification option, as the back of the head is the most vulnerable part of the brain.
Under normal circumstances, unless necessary for combat or occupation, few people would touch the native parts of the body.
The most expensive thing about everything here is not the installation. Once you choose prosthetics and brain machines, it is the endless maintenance and inspections - the failure rate of electronic products can never be eliminated.
Zhang Chi put his hand on the metal skull.
She was very curious whether a skull made of this material could remain intact under her hands.
She exerted force on her fingers, her fingertips began to feel warm, and the metal skull deformed little by little, eventually leaving a mark of half a palm.
She didn't pull back.
Ten seconds passed
Thirty seconds pass.
Thirty-eight seconds.
Zhang Chi withdrew his hand.
The skull had completely deformed into a crumpled mass of scrap newspaper. The metal is very tough and has no cracks.
According to previous tests, her palm would heat up rapidly within ten seconds of crumpling the metal, and fifteen seconds would be the highest temperature, almost burning her.
The time is now extended to thirty-eight seconds.
She became stronger.
Zhang Chi moved his eyes to the back of 902's left hand.
A red seal.
It was crumbling on the back of my hand, without any stickiness, and it just relied on its own weight to stick to it gently.
Displaced.
Next to the red seal, on the wrist, there is a black six-pointed star the size of an eraser.
Kind of like a tattoo.
Zhang Chi reached out and picked up Hongzhang.
The thin piece seemed to break with just a little force.
She attached the card to the bracelet.
The card heated up instantly, and the sparks spread from the center to the surrounding areas as fast as a magnesium bar. Within a second, everything turned into flying smoke.
"drop".
A very soft tone sounds.
Zhang Chi lowered his head, and the scrolling green words "+1000" were displayed on his bracelet.
Scrolled back and forth three times.
The last number displayed is 971.3.
Just a string of numbers.
She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a little funny.
Then she laughed.
Suddenly I didn't want to laugh anymore.
She got up from the ground, picked up the handkerchief and began to clean the room.
Halfway through cleaning, there was a knock on the door again.
Zhang Chi grasped the screw and lowered his body and walked to the door, only to find that it was 110. He first glanced at Zhang Chi's face, then moved his eyes to her clothes and shoes, and raised his eyebrows.
There was blood all over it.
110 said: "I didn't expect you to be quite stubborn." As he spoke, he stretched his head inside, his eyes wandering around, as if he was looking for something.
Zhang Chi realized that 902 might have been seen by 110 when he came over - he might have heard all the noises in the room until everything calmed down, and then came to knock on the door.
"What's your business?"
110: "Nothing. Curious."
"curious?"
"I'm curious who wins and who loses."
Zhang Chi only opened the door a little, completely blocking 902's body from behind. 110 saw nothing and could only smell the strong smell of blood in the room.
"This is the first time I've seen 902 lose."
Zhang Chi rolled his eyes: "No one here can afford to lose twice."
110 chuckled: "You are right."
Zhang Chi: "What's the matter with you?"
110: "I think if you are not dead, I can help you explain that you did not kill 093."
Zhang Chi frowned.
110 spread his hands: "But 902 is already dead. Regardless of whether you killed the person or not, the Tigers will never let you go."
Zhang Chi looked at him coldly: "Do you know who killed him?"
110 nodded.
Zhang Chi: "From the beginning?"
110 hesitated for a moment and nodded again.
Zhang Chi's face didn't look good.
If 110 knew who the murderer was, then why did he deliberately pretend to be ignorant in the cafeteria? He wanted people watching tigers to do something to him. If the Tigers win, then it goes without saying. If the men sent by the Tigers were killed by her, even if it was found out that she was not responsible for 093's death, she would still be at odds with the Tigers.
In this case, her best option is to join the Chancellor.
There was no way he could explain himself.
110 seemed to realize that his behavior was very inappropriate, and began to apologize insincerely: "It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I feel very guilty."
Zhang Chi glanced at 110 with cold eyes. He didn't know why, but being stared at by such eyes made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had thousands of needles sticking into his body. So he took back his hand that was resting on the door frame and leaned back slightly. , changing the topic by the way——
"You don't want to know who killed 093?"
Zhang Chi: "Who?"
110: "333."
Zhou Ke?
Zhang Chi asked: "How did you know?"
The smile on 110's face gradually widened: "I won't tell you."
Zhang Chi: "..."
nerve.
110: "By the way, there is a rule within the gang called task transfer."
Zhang Chi thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything, so he asked: "What do you mean?"
110: "Tasks that the previous person has not completed will be automatically transferred to the next person."
"Joining a gang cannot have only benefits and no obligations."
"After the gang leader releases the task, everyone can choose whether to accept it or not. 902 is the first person to accept your task. If he does not complete the task, the task will be automatically postponed to the next gang member."
"In other words, killing you is not an option. If you are not killed, the task will be handed down until no one in the gang can complete the task - that is, unless you kill everyone, the Tigers will The pursuit of you will never stop."
Zhang Chi was silent for a moment.
110 said: "Are you scared?"
Zhang Chi asked: "Then why did you invite me to join the Justice?"
"Is this good for you?"
110: "If you join the Chancellor, the mission will be automatically canceled."
Zhang Chi: "Why?"
110: “Because the justices have the same system.”
"If the people of the Tigers kill the people of the Justice, then the Justice will also start a pursuit mission for the Tigers." 110 smiled, "You know what will happen. This kind of game where you kill me and I will kill you is not good for us. It doesn’t do any good. If everyone is dead, what’s the use of gangs?”
"This is the unspoken rule of gangs. In other words, it is the unspoken rule only in the reform camp."
Makes sense.
Zhang Chi asked: "What about outside the reform camp?"
110: “Outside the reform camp, there are the rules of the garbage island.”
Zhang Chi asked: "Garbage Island?"
110: "You should know that those who come out of the reform camp alive will become residents of the garbage island."
"You didn't go out either, how did you know?"
"Because I am a member of the Chancellor." 110 said, "Everyone who comes to the Chancery Island knows what will happen here."
Zhang Chi suddenly thought of the rumors he heard in the mine before: "You are covering the sky in Sanjin City?"
110 said unexpectedly: "You are not as ignorant as I thought."
If the Justice's people can infiltrate the judicial system, and as 012 said, those who are selected to the garbage island are all for the top job - they have already discussed this before. Who would come here or even know what would happen here. Therefore, it is very possible that the people of the Justice did not get together after arriving in the reform camp. They are very few in number and pay attention to "blood" because they came from Sanjin City together.
They won't want to recruit new members unless they feel disadvantaged.
So the people from the Justice want to join themselves.
Zhang Chi moved his eyes to 110's arm. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The tattoo on the balance was like a docile gecko, lying quietly on his forearm with its teeth and claws flexing.
"Do all of you justices have this tattoo?"
110 followed Zhang Chi's line of sight and pointed to his tattoo: "This? Only the middle-level and above have it."
After saying that, he pursed his lips as if in embarrassment, "If you come over, I can help you fight for it."
Zhang Chi: "..."
110: "Okay. I will help you fight for it, how about it?"
Zhang Chi: "Thank you, no need."
With a "bang", Zhang Chi pulled the door shut.
110 stood at the door, unable to figure out what he had done wrong. Unable to get angry, he raised his fist and threw it at the door. When he was about to reach the door frame, he suddenly realized what he had done. He quickly deflected his fist and threw it at the side. on the wall.
The sound is very soft.
Everything he just said was correct, except for one fact he concealed. 902 is a high-ranking member of the Tigers, nicknamed "Human Slaughter". He was notorious on the road before entering prison. His set of manipulators are natural enemies in close combat, and he is almost invincible in confined space combat.
Moreover, the higher the proportion of body mechanical prosthetic modifications, the more difficult it is to predict offensive intentions. There are all kinds of strange mechanical prosthetics circulating on the black market. Only those who know the structure of mechanical prostheses well can deduce the internal weapon structure from the slight differences in appearance - evading 902's attack combos.
She appeared unscathed.
From the time 902 passed by his door to the time he knocked on the door, in just ten minutes, there was no movement from 902.
How long has she actually been fighting? five minutes? ten minutes?
She is stronger than anyone imagined.
But she didn't seem to have any feelings, no complacency, arrogance, or luck in surviving the disaster. Her expression was so normal and calm that no information could be read from her face.
She was not like the other red seals. After arriving here, she first approached the green seals and tested their strength one by one. This is the Gu breeding ground of the Silver Republic and the Rhine Empire. Everyone comes from different cities and different gangs. They are like big fish from countless oceans, all crowded into a smelly ditch.
Even a Green Chapter might be well-known on the road in their original city.
If it hadn't seriously endangered social stability, they wouldn't have been sent to a place like Garbage Island.
Why didn't she bother to test it?
The only possible explanation is that she doesn't take everyone seriously.
No matter who comes, there is a result.
110 walked back to the dormitory, closed the door, and found that there was cold sweat on his back.
***
Zhang Chi sat on the floor of the dormitory and worried about the body of 902——
The red seal is too strong.
It was a fluke that she was able to subdue 902. He is a cyborg, and she happens to have the ability to manipulate metal. 902 also didn’t expect that he would be hiding weapons. What if the next one is of different blood? She had no idea what tricks the different blood had waiting for her.
After thinking quietly for five minutes, Zhang Chi began to disassemble and assemble the metal accessories on 902.
She removed the rolled-up metal blades from the backs of 902's hands, and then pulled them out one by one, restoring them to their original appearance bit by bit - it was still the same problem, humans couldn't be as accurate as machines. The metal blades have always maintained a weird twist, even though they have been roughly stretched out.
Zhang Chi inserted four metal blades into the metal tubes of the bed frame, and hid the other four in the soles of his shoes, two on each side. To prevent cuts, she put on an extra layer of socks.
Other accessories are either very difficult to remove or not very easy to hide even if they are removed.
Zhang Chi did not dismantle it any more.
The only question left.
What to do with this body?
