Chapter 124 Pollution 1 What happened between him and the No. 7 main system...

In the tenth year of Fuhe, Song Ge Lao, who had served three dynasties, passed away. On the same day, General Jiang was so sad that he died hand in hand with him.

When the news reached the capital, the emperor wept and secretly buried the two together.

"The administrator has enabled the disengagement procedure, please pay attention."

In the funeral procession, a novice monk with fox eyes chanted the Buddha's name and looked at the phantom following him.

"I've given you too much authority this time. Zhuang Yuhuai must have noticed it."

The shadow was not Jiang Tingyuan's appearance, with dark blue eyes, and only looked like Jiang Tingyuan at a certain moment when he lowered his head. He was holding a sleeping young man in his arms, and the young man was holding a plum blossom hairpin in his hand.

After a moment of light passed, the hairpin turned into a silver ring and was attached to the ring finger of the young man's left hand.

"His" face is blurry and he can't speak. He can't have his own entity yet, and he can't let "Jiang Tingyuan" come back to life.

He looked down at the young man in white shirt and black pants, and gently stroked the collar around his neck with his fingers.

"You need to stay calm and don't wake up from 07's body. Once you are tested on the baseline, no one can help you."

"The administrator has enabled the disengagement procedure, please pay attention."

The shadow's dark blue eyes revealed an indescribable reluctance, but he could only watch the person in his arms disappear bit by bit.

"07-04, recovered, congratulations, you have completed four world missions."

The familiar feeling of drowning and breaking through the water surface gradually came over me, awakening my numb consciousness.

Xu Yanze's ears were buzzing, and the place on the back of his neck where the data cable was connected was hot. The presence of the neck ring had never been so strong, and he subconsciously reached out to grab it.

"You are not him, you are not him! What system, what evolution experiment, I don't understand."

"I'm sorry, I'm Qi Guze. During the work, please call me the Seventh Main System. I'm very sorry for not asking the wishes of the tasker in advance. If you need compensation, please fill out the form to request..."

"roll!"

Xu Yanze opened his mouth and roared with difficulty, but his voice sounded full of pleading, as if every word was a sharp blade, piercing the softest part of his heart, causing blood to flow.

The memory stayed at the moment when he looked into his eyes through his misty tears. There was only an inorganic luster in those dark blue eyes, like two dark glass balls.

Xu Yanze shuddered suddenly, opened his eyes, and trembled uncontrollably. He reached out to touch the connection at the back of his neck, lowered his eyelashes, and hid the surging emotions.

It seemed that he should be angry, as if he had been fooled by the No. 7 Main System, but his heart was filled with deep despair and sorrow. He wanted to hate but was confused.

Xu Yanze remained calm. If his memory could be deleted, why couldn't it be forged and transplanted? But he had a hunch that this memory was real.

It really happened.

What happened between him and that Qi Guze? Or the Seventh Main System?

There was an overexposed white light in front of his eyes, and he couldn't tell the difference between day and night. He reached out to touch the data cable connected to the back of his neck and pulled it down, but it didn't move at all.

"Tasker, the crime of damaging public property will be aggravated." It was that familiar voice again. Xu Yanze rubbed his eyebrows and lay back in the sleeping cabin.

"Loading 07-05: Pollution... Attention, tasker, this small world has locked the way out."

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There was silence in the dirty, shabby little house made of tin sheets. There was no light in the house, and the dim artificial light from outside shone through. One could vaguely see a lot of small... things lying on the floor of the tin house?

There was a sound of metal friction, and the iron door was opened. A short and fat man came out carrying a iron bucket in one hand and a long spoon in the other.

The man rubbed the dirt on the ground with his feet and impatiently knocked on the tin bucket with a long spoon, making a clanging sound.

The "things" lying on the ground in the room stood up at the sound. In the dim light, they could see that they were children of only twelve or thirteen years old. However, their expressions were numb.

"I have raised you for so long, today is the day for you to repay me."

As the man spoke, he picked up a long spoon and scooped a spoonful of very thin liquid from the iron bucket. It still gave off a plastic smell, but the children all looked at the spoon in his hand with eager expressions.

"Area C1 is going to ship out some 'top goods' tonight. I've already inquired about it. It's going to be transported by a mechanical unmanned warehouse..."

The man swung the spoon over their heads, his flesh trembling, as he watched them look greedily like hyenas at the diluted nutrient in the spoon, the content of which was unknown.

"If you want to go, come and get it."

After the man finished speaking, none of the children came forward.

The man angrily poured the contents of the spoon into the mud. Immediately, a group of children lay on the ground, ignoring the dirt, and tried to lick the spilled nutrient solution.

"They're all a bunch of fucking cowards!"

"What about the guards at the gate of 'The Wall'?"

A boy's voice sounded from the darkness, and the man snorted and laughed.

"There's a hole in the 'wall', but it's too small. How about you take your turn to do this job?"

"What's the reward?"

"One 'top item' costs 100,000 contribution points. Of course, you have to survive to come back and claim it."

After the man finished speaking, many children hesitated and wanted to go forward, but that was Area C1... Those stationed there were not those losers from the Law and Order Department, but soldiers from the Defense Department.

But... one hundred thousand contribution points are enough to provide me with a comfortable life and I don't have to stay here anymore.

A boy with half-long hair walked up to the man. He was pale and thin, with his hair in clumps. His long-sleeved T-shirt was dirty and torn, and his jeans were tattered.

There was a big hole in the sneakers on his feet, and his big toe was exposed.

The boy was the one who had just asked the man the question. His wolf-like eyes were fixed on him. He didn't look like a thirteen-year-old child at all.

"I'll go."

When the man saw it was him, he snorted and threw the iron bucket in front of him and also threw the spoon to him.

"You are quite brave, now everything is yours."

The boy squatted down and poured the nutrient solution into his mouth. When other children saw him go, one after another, a girl and a boy were willing to go as well.

They were fighting with the boy for the nutrients in the bucket. They were three little beast-like kids.

The man leaned against the door, smoking a cigarette, and looked down at the three children who were scrambling to drink up the contents of the iron bucket.

There was a faint artificial light outside the tin house, but when I went out, I found that the world was completely dark. Looking up, I could vaguely see that the sky was glowing red.

It was like a layer of black cloth covering the red light.

"Hurry up, we have to go quickly and come back quickly while the sky is open."

The man pushed the boy who was walking at the end and looking up at the sky, and impatiently put a heavy iron ring around the necks of the three of them.

"Hurry up! We're going to the wall now."

There were only broken tin houses and messy tents everywhere on the roadside.

Such pure darkness is like being in a sealed can.

There were no stars or moon, only the faint light of cheap plastic that barely kept them from kicking other people's shabby "houses".

They walked forward, and there was a much brighter white light flashing in front of them. The closer they got, the more they could see something like a pure black wall connecting the sky and the earth.

It was not straight, more like a large piece of black sky curved down to the ground, with the other side connecting to the sky.

They turned into ants, standing under the dark bridge arch. Because they were so small, the curved surface seemed like a straight board to them.

Vast yet cramped.

Because they soon reached the end, the "wall", and touched the creature. It was not soft and bendable, but hard and cold, and it seemed as if an electric current was running through their palms.

When the three children came to the "wall" for the first time, they couldn't help but touch it with their hands.

"Okay, listen carefully. The three of you crawl in through this hole, and then someone will pick you up in a garbage truck. You hide inside, and when the truck stops, jump out, enter the warehouse door, and move some of the goods out like rats. It's that simple."

"There are only ten minutes from the time the car arrives until you leave. If you want to stay alive, run fast!"

There were two people by the wall, one tall and one short, and it was obvious that the tall one was the leader. The man who brought them here said this and pressed the thing in his hand again.

The collars around the three of them flashed red.

"This is a locator and a micro-bomb. If you dare to do anything, I guarantee that your heads will be blown apart."

The three children all looked indifferent, except for the boy who just pulled it casually.

The cost of the bomb was more expensive than their lives, but they paid the cost.

The hole in the wall was indeed very small. Among the three children, only the girl had a little more room. The other two thin boys had to crawl forward by scraping against the gap.

The "wall" was not the thickness of two thin bricks. To be more precise, the hole was a passage. There was no light at the end of the passage. The three children kept moving forward, and from time to time they touched some broken plastic rubber and were shocked.

The boy in torn jeans came down first. He stretched his head and looked out. Area C1 looked like rows of factory buildings, clean and bright. He jumped down without hesitation and jumped into the garbage truck.

There were two more muffled sounds.

The three of them had no communication or cooperation, and each of them worked independently. Only the boy in jeans was clinging to the railing of the garbage truck and looking out. There were many unmanned trucks on the road here.

And the roads here can be called roads, asphalt roads and cement-paved surfaces.

Looking to the other side, he could see a tall white building in the distance, brightly lit. In front of the door, a crowd of people were coming and going like ants, all wearing the same uniform color.

The white ones are medical staff, the green ones are logistics, and the black ones are defense soldiers.

There was an official billboard hanging on the white house, and a man in combat uniform was looking straight at him, but he was too far away and the boy couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see his slender fingers holding the gun.

The garbage truck stopped and the three children looked at the accumulated time on each other's neck.

They have 7 minutes left.

The boy was the first to climb down the garbage truck. He leaned against the tire that was half his height and carefully observed the trajectory of the swinging camera for several rounds to see the trajectory of the cargo-carrying robot.

The warehouse was blindingly bright. Rows and rows of nailed wooden boxes had a logo of a snake wrapped around a stick. They couldn't recognize the words on it, but they could see red liquid in the holes that had been pried open by force.

It means “top product”, you can’t go wrong with it.

They all put a lot of things in their pockets and tied them in their waistbands. The boy in jeans and the girl stopped when they saw that they had enough, but the remaining one kept filling it up.

"That's enough, get out of here!"

The girl came forward and slapped him, then lowered her voice and pulled him away quickly.

The three kids groped their way into the garbage truck in the dark. The operation went surprisingly smoothly, but the boy in jeans couldn't relax at all, and he felt even more uneasy than when he first started.

There was a small metal plate tied to the mouth of each bottle of red potion. They could not understand the words on it, so they did not remove it. They only saw the mark of a golden olive leaf on it.

The last boy to evacuate opened the outer shell, broke off the mouth of the glass bottle, and immediately poured the liquid into his mouth.

"Do you think I don't know what this is just because I say 'top goods'? Do you really think I'm a fool?"

The boy snorted and looked at them, his forehead covered in sweat, his hands shaking with extreme nervousness.

"Such a rare opportunity, why don't you open it for yourself?"

The boy in jeans looked at him coldly. The girl hesitated a little, but after looking at the sign above, she did not act rashly.

"This is an anti-red agent! With it, I don't have to worry about turning into a monster anytime soon!"

As soon as the word "anti-redness agent" came out, the boy who had been observing the outside world turned around and quickly took out a bottle to look at it carefully. The girl widened her eyes and was eager to take it.

The garbage truck started slowly and passed the gate. The boy who had taken the anti-red agent felt that it was safe at the moment. He pointed excitedly at the sign above and spoke in a low voice.

"This is still supply. Look at the mark on the sign. It's a golden olive leaf. It's for the Special Operations Department!"

Just as he finished speaking, the garbage truck suddenly stopped and the three children jumped.

The entire factory was flashing white lights, and a dazzling white light came on, illuminating their place as bright as day.

"Please submit to inspection! Please submit to inspection! Please submit to inspection!"

Three men in black uniforms and armed with guns came over.

The three children were so panicked that the girl immediately stuffed all the medicine on her body into the garbage truck, but the boy who took the medicine was reluctant to do so and secretly took away the few that the girl left behind.

The boy in jeans had already unloaded a few of the loosely packed ones, got out of the car and hid under it.

The driver of the garbage truck stuck his hands out of the window.

"Brothers, what happened?"

"Scanning..."

"The R value here suddenly fluctuates abnormally, and you need to get tested."

The driver was obviously stunned for a moment, and the boy hiding under the car also frowned suddenly.

The R value fluctuates abnormally? Didn’t they discover that the warehouse was stolen?

At this time, the boy, covered in medicine, also fell down and insisted on squeezing under the car. He also kicked away the girl who was trying to hide in.

He lifted his foot and the medicine bottle made a noise...

"who!"

The girl was immediately pinned to the ground.

The girl struggled continuously, her head tilted towards the bottom of the car. She looked at the two people hiding under the car with red eyes filled with hatred.

"There are still people..."

Beep beep beep!!!

The boy in jeans was facing the girl. He secretly thought that something was wrong, but he didn't expect that before the girl could sell them all out, the instrument in the soldier's hand suddenly issued a sharp alarm.

The girl's eyes changed from hatred to horror.

In a flash, he grabbed the chassis of the car and slid out from under it.

The next moment, I saw the garbage truck overturned.

A monster with three heads and black liquid spitting out of its mouth was looking at them.

The monster had the potion they had just stolen hanging around its waist. There was a crack on the front of its face, and what flowed out was not blood but black liquid. Its hands turned into pliers, with a small piece of cloth from the boy's T-shirt hooked on them.

Mutation!