Chapter 671 There is a problem

It was obvious that the other person was electrocuted in the dream, but for some reason, after waking up, Zuo Bai always felt that he was the one who was electrocuted repeatedly all night.

Moreover, although this dream is absurd and weird, it also presents an unsettling sense of "reality".

Every detail in the dream was terrifyingly coherent and logically consistent, everything was vivid and fit together perfectly.

Zuo Bai felt that what he experienced last night was not an illusory dream, but a real experience full of pain and weirdness.

The evidence is... the biochip implanted in his brain.

Every night when he goes to bed, the chip will automatically adjust to "sleep" mode. Theoretically... he won't dream.

The last time he had a dream was the time before.

"So, this dream is very problematic..."

Zuo Bai rubbed his swollen temples and murmured softly,

"But what's the problem?"

Zuo Bai really couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

But his intuition told him that when he couldn't figure it out, it was most likely related to the [Mask].

It’s hard to say exactly what the connection is, but I feel more and more that the other person has an evil nature even in his dreams.

Zuo Bai shook his head and stopped thinking about the dream for the time being, but a certain seed had already been quietly planted in his heart without him realizing it.

He now has a more urgent matter that needs to be dealt with immediately, which is...

Zuo Bai took a deep breath, reached into his pocket and took out a brand new cell phone. He wrote a short email and sent it to his good student Zhao Jingyi.

Yes.

After getting a bed, Zuo Bai also got a new mobile phone.

He felt the great respect for his personality and the liberation of freedom of communication.

Even though it was only a little bit, when he thought that it was [fate] that gave him these, he felt that this bed and this mobile phone were worth a thousand gold.

Of course, Zuo Bai was still quite cautious and did not make a video call directly to Zhao Jingyi.

The reason was simple: based on the host's "white eyes" ability, Zuo Bai had already made a rough inference based on scattered clues.

In view of this, a phone call obviously reveals too much information. In comparison, a short email is much more private and secure.

It's just a line of text, without any context. Even if you show it to the emcee, he or she won't be able to guess what it means, so it's harmless.

——You don’t need to pick up the items yet. The time has been changed. Please wait for my further notification.

Zuo Bai's fingers quickly typed this line of words on the screen and clicked send.

Information, like invisible radio waves, instantly traveled across vast distances and flew to the sixth district.

Seeing the email status change to "Sent", Zuo Bai breathed a sigh of relief and put away his phone.

……..

At the same time, District 6.

Eternal Life Technology, a secret laboratory deep underground.

The air remained at a constant low temperature, filled with the faint sweet scent of disinfectant and some kind of biological culture fluid. The light was cold white and scattered evenly, illuminating the huge space in front of us that was full of science fiction.

The most eye-catching thing is the row of huge cylindrical glass culture tanks along the wall.

Each jar is four meters tall and filled with a dark green, viscous liquid. Suspended and soaked in the liquid are various disturbing deformed organisms.

Most of them still retain some human outline features, but more parts are distorted into grotesque shapes that are difficult to describe in words.

Overproliferating tumors, alienated limbs, exposed bones or shells, organs and tissues with indistinguishable functions... slowly float up and down in the green liquid.

On the cold metal base of each glass jar, there is an etched cold number: from left to right, Er-1, Er-2, Er-3... extending all the way.

At this moment, in front of the fourth-to-last culture tank, marked "E-37", stood a woman wearing a white researcher's uniform and gold-rimmed glasses.

It was Zhao Jingyi.

Thanks to her mentor Zuo Bai's recent promotion and empowerment, her temperament has undergone subtle changes.

The previous feeling of cautious anxiety has faded a lot, replaced by an increasingly calm calmness.

She stood there, her posture upright and her eyes sharp, looking more and more like a capable laboratory manager.

She was staring intently at the experimental pregnancy inside the "Er-37" tank, holding an electronic recording board in her hand, and occasionally using a stylus to quickly record observation data.

"The current distortion rate has dropped to 2.9%, surface features are stabilizing, and vital signs are stable..."

She whispered to herself, the pen tip moving across the screen,

"What an amazing adaptive reversal... He seems to be becoming more and more like a normal human being."

Unlike the hideous monsters in other tanks, the individual inside Er-37 had slender limbs curled up, suspended in the center of the dark green liquid.

Except for a short horn less than an inch long that protrudes slightly from the corner of her forehead, her body is smooth and well-proportioned, almost the same as an ordinary human female who is in deep sleep.

Behind her neck, there are several tiny flexible tubes connected, like the umbilical cord of life, connecting her to the huge host system behind her.

Zhao Jingyi gazed at the pregnant body that was so quiet and almost holy, gently supported the frame of her glasses with her fingertips, and her eyes behind the lenses flickered slightly.

After a moment, she suddenly spoke and asked the assistant standing beside her: "Is the convoy ready?"

The lab assistant next to her was a woman who looked younger. She was as awed by her mentor as she had been before.

"Senior Sister, I have made the contact as you instructed.

In two days, Ximas Pharmaceuticals will have a batch of special medicines that need to be transported to District 9. You can secretly accompany the convoy to the border of District 9. Your identity and customs clearance documents will be arranged as their accompanying researcher, so as not to attract any attention.

After these days of experience, Zhao Jingyi has long been accustomed to giving orders and listening to reports.

She did not express her approval of the assistant's efficiency, nor did she raise any new questions. She simply nodded calmly, as if everything was supposed to be so natural.

The influence of power is making her unconsciously imitate her mentor Zuo Bai's cold, rational and controllable style.

Just then.

Buzz——

The tablet in her hand vibrated slightly, and a new email popped up on the desktop.

The sender was her mentor, Zuo Bai.

She tapped her fingertips and the email content unfolded, revealing only a simple line of words.

"Don't pick up your things yet. The time has been changed. Wait for my further notice."

Zhao Jingyi's pupils suddenly contracted, as if pricked by a needle.

"Changed the time?"

She murmured almost subconsciously, with a hint of surprise in her voice.

A tiny, but extremely strange feeling of suspicion suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.

She immediately exited the current email, quickly swiped the screen upwards, and found the previous email from her tutor.

The last email was sent yesterday and contained an encrypted address coordinate, which was sent no more than 12 hours before or after this email.

For the tutor, this can be said to be changing his orders every day...

Zhao Jingyi stared at her phone, her heart in turmoil:

"This doesn't seem like the instructor's style. Besides, the instructor is a perfectionist and always pays the most attention to time planning. Why would he keep changing it?"

She frowned, forced herself to calm down, and began to carefully recall every detail of the video call with her mentor yesterday.

"My mentor told me... that I should go to District 9 to retrieve a 'neural connection chip' for him. Once I get it, I should immediately install it into the E-37 for the next stage of incubation testing.

This mission itself sounds reasonable and there is nothing wrong with it, but..."

Zhao Jingyi's eyes suddenly shrank into needle points, she remembered!

When the instructor described the chip, he used the words - "the chip he left in District 9"!

Lost?

Teacher Zuo Bai...will he also accidentally "lose" things?

Ordinary people may make such low-level mistakes, but the mentor is Zuo Bai, a pervert who is very demanding about details.

The probability of a tutor losing things should be close to zero.

Of course, the instructor could have made a mistake, but coupled with the two "contradictory" emails...

If Zhao Jingyi hadn't noticed the abnormality, she wouldn't have been worthy of being his student for several years and still alive.

"Teacher...something's wrong."

A cold and bold guess emerged uncontrollably from the bottom of her heart.

In the past, the mere thought of being disrespectful to her mentor would have been enough to make her feel terrified.

But things are different now. She is not only Zuo Bai's student, but also an "extra-staff intern" of [Destiny].

This unusual undercover identity greatly strengthened her courage.

Especially since she took over the management of the laboratory recently, as her power grew and she came into contact with more and more core technologies, a certain unrealistic ambition flame deep in her heart began to quietly ignite.

The lab assistant next to her clearly felt the sudden drop in air pressure around her. She raised her eyes cautiously and saw her senior sister staring at the screen of her mobile phone with a frighteningly cold expression.

The assistant couldn't help but shudder. During the time when the mentor was away, she clearly felt that her senior sister had become more and more unpredictable, and her aura was becoming more and more like that of Mentor Zuo Bai.

The assistant asked timidly in a low voice:

"Senior Sister, when you said to change the time... did you mean to ask me to notify Simas Pharmaceuticals and postpone the convoy's departure for a few days?"

Zhao Jingyi suddenly woke up from her thoughts. She turned her head to look at her assistant. Her face seemed to be filled with fear and excitement. Her voice trembled slightly as she said:

"Yes... the time needs to be changed."

She paused, took a deep breath, and as if she had made up her mind, her tone suddenly became decisive:

“It’s not delayed, but... brought forward!

Go inform them that I will be leaving for District 9 today and ask the pharmaceutical factory to cooperate."

It’s no wonder Zhao Jingyi thought too much, this is also what she learned from her mentor.

The instructor's most common admonition to them was, "The brain is for thinking. Use your stupid brains more often, or you might as well be sliced ​​up and fed to the experimental subjects."

"Yes, Senior Sister, I'll arrange it right away."

The assistant quickly responded and walked out.

Zhao Jingyi stood still, staring blankly at the E-37 experimental pregnancy in the jar, as if asking herself and the other person:

"Is this really a neural connection chip that the instructor asked me to remove? He also wants me to insert it into you to start the next stage of incubation...

Do you think the instructor is lying to us?"

……..

Have you ever experienced the feeling of becoming stronger after a good night's sleep?

I know you definitely didn't, it's not your fault.

The vast majority of people in this world will never be able to enjoy this kind of package in their entire lives.

Most of the bustling extras, vague NPCs, and background boards that serve as the base... The packages they can experience are basically...

The feeling of never waking up again after a nap.

Not like me!

I am the one carefully chosen by the Lord. Deep in my soul, there is engraved a "gift package" that you envy to the point of being jealous.

When the light from the upper city shone through the window lattice and cast cold spots of light on his eyelids, Chen Fengrui woke up naturally.

He subconsciously raised his hand and spread his fingers.

As his mind moved slightly, there was a slight sound of "swish", and five sharp, white bone claws that flashed with a cold metallic light suddenly pierced out from the fingertips.

The finger bones are longer, tougher, and colder than before, as if they are no longer bones, but have evolved into alloy weapons that have been tempered thousands of times.

An unprecedented sense of control and desire to destroy rose and fell in his heart at the same time.

Without any hesitation, Chen Fengrui suddenly rolled off the bed, knelt on his knees on the cold ground with great piety, then prostrated himself, pressed his forehead tightly against the back of his hands, and worshipped the void.

This is what he does most often and what he loves to do most during this period.

His voice was filled with intense enthusiasm:

"Praise my Lord! Thank you for your gift!"

Although, until this moment, he still didn't know what the "Lord" was who sat high on the cold iron throne in the depths of the endless dark consciousness space.

Was it a deity who governed the laws? A demonic monster that bewitched people? Or was it something… a being from another dimension, completely beyond his comprehension?

These doubts did not fail to appear in his mind, but they could not shake his supreme devotion and gratitude to the Lord.

Because, on that thrilling night, he thought he was dead, but the Lord saved him and gave him unimaginable strength.

Truly a blessing in disguise!

As for whether the evil person who kidnapped him was also instructed by the Lord... Oh my God~, Chen Fengrui has never had such a thought in his mind.

This is really outrageous. People should not be so heartless.

After all, even the air in the lower city is taxed, but the power bestowed by the Lord is free.

Comparing the two, there is no need to elaborate on how "inhuman" the Executive Government is and how kind and generous the "Lord" is.

For a person who has to look at the meter even to breathe in the future, the shock that free things bring to him is something that the happy people in other worlds cannot even imagine.

Don't tell him anything like "free is the most expensive" which is unbelievable.

Even if he has little education, there is no way he will not be deceived by such nonsense.

For Chen Fengrui, free is the best, especially when this free thing is the power he desires the most... He is even mentally prepared to die for his "master" at any time.

(End of this chapter)