Chapter 288 Quiet Journey
After entering the carriage, Chen Chuan found a seat and sat down. There were not many people in the carriage at this time. The people around him looked at him a few times and then consciously moved away.
Although he was only wearing casual clothes today, he was able to walk outside openly carrying weapons, and the subtle sense of oppression he exuded made it clear that he was a fighter.
As the doors closed and the tram started, the news program began to play on the screen inside the car.
"Hello everyone, this is the Roach Show. Yesterday, another violent attack by a fighter occurred on Ceshu Street. This is the twelfth incident this month.
Yes, there are only twelve documented cases. This data has been compiled by government departments and is absolutely correct!"
The screen showed a patrol car convoy roaring towards a building. Vehicles on both sides could only hurriedly make way. One of the cars couldn't dodge in time and crashed into the street guardrail. Some people stuck their heads out and cursed.
"Look, our city patrol is once again on their way to the scene."
Behind him, scene after scene of vehicles speeding across the city appeared. Countless images overlapped, so densely packed that they were innumerable. Finally, they were suppressed by a hand with a snap.
The screen quickly switched to Roach's face with a cockscomb, but it looked surprisingly pleasing to the eye.
"You know what? I suddenly thought of the rats in the city sewers. They see a corpse like a feast, and they keep rushing there. When the corpse is gone, they wait for the next one.
Of course, I'm not talking about our hardworking and dedicated patrol members. Remember what our respected Chief Bao said? "
His accent became low and reserved. "Central City is a huge area, with many places to cover. Our patrol officers often have to rush to the next one immediately after handling one task. Most patrol officers can only eat two meals a day at most..."
The voice said in a funny tone, "Oh~ You only lost your safety, but we lost a meal..."
Chen Chuan looked at the screen. Fighter crimes were happening every day. Sometimes there were more than twelve cases in a day on fringe channels, but they could not be included in mainstream channels.
Of course, security is strong in several prosperous areas, so such incidents are indeed rare and people there don’t feel anything. However, in those marginal areas and invisible corners, there are countless conflicts every day.
In fact, the city patrol team can only deal with some minor public security incidents. Whether it is gang conflicts, crimes committed by fighters, or patients with functional disorders, they are not something that the patrol team can solve. They are just targets pushed out for the public to vent and blame.
As he was watching, the tram arrived at the next stop. After a while, he felt something strange because someone got on the bus and sat next to him.
There were many empty seats on the bus, and many people didn't dare to approach him, but this person just sat over there. Not only that, after sitting down, this person was in a daze, muttering something in his mouth.
Wu Bei's somewhat nervous voice rang in his ears: "Brother Chen, this person's biofield is very chaotic, and he has a lot of implants. He may have a mental illness..."
Chen Chuan glanced at the man. He was not sitting upright, but had his back to him.
As if he noticed his gaze, he turned his head suddenly. His body did not move, but his head turned directly to the back, and it was seen that his bones had been remodeled, and his two pupils were one big and one small, and they changed back and forth several times.
Chen Chuan watched calmly. Although the man's pupils kept shrinking and dilating, his eyes looked empty and numb. The muscles on his cheeks and skin were twitching constantly, and he kept mumbling. He seemed to hear faintly, "Give it to me, give it back to me..."
After a while, the man began to twitch all over, his cheeks suddenly became ferocious, and his mouth suddenly opened, as if he wanted to rush up and bite.
A hand gently pressed on his shoulder, and as a force penetrated into it, he immediately became unable to move. Only his mouth opened and closed, making a sound of bones rubbing against each other, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.
In the carriage filled with various advertisements and news sounds, this movement was inconspicuous at all. Outside was the background that kept moving, while the passengers inside were all staring at the interface in front of them.
No one seemed to see what was happening here.
Chen Chuanyong used his phone to get on the tram platform and made a notification. When the tram arrived at the next stop, the doors opened and the station patrolman and stationmaster hurried up.
They all had experience in handling this situation. The patrolman skillfully put a restraint on the man, while the medical staff injected him with medicine, and he immediately turned limp.
The stationmaster couldn't help but curse, "These damn maggots, always putting second-hand implants on their bodies and daring to perform any surgery, they deserve to rot in the mud of the shantytown." He then said gratefully to Chen Chuan, "Thank you for the news, sir."
Chen Chuan nodded slightly. He watched the man being taken away. After the tram resumed running, he asked Wu Bei, "Brother Wu, did that man show up just now?"
Wu Bei replied: "No, it hasn't appeared until now."
Chen Chuan thought about it, could it be a coincidence?
It seemed like it was really just an accident. Until the tram arrived at the station, he returned all the way to Xuan Gong Building and did not see any accidents.
However, in a corner of the building diagonally opposite, there was a person looking in this direction, watching him as he walked into the building. He watched for a while before leaving.
The next day, because it was the day of the Yaoguang illumination as agreed with Haijingchang, Chen Chuan went out early in the morning.
I don’t know if it’s because of the improvement in his evaluation score, but the college not only gave him last month’s irradiation quota, but also didn’t squeeze this month’s quota into next month.
So this time he simply arranged the quotas from the Processing Bureau and those given to him by Cao Guiqi together, trying to extend the time at one time.
He remembered what happened yesterday, so he kept in touch with Wu Bei along the way.
There were no accidents on the way. The contact was lost only after entering the warning area of the sea boundary field, because the boundary certificate could not be used in this place, and of course it was impossible to track him with field technology.
As for whether someone would choose to ambush him here.
Although Haijing Field looked desolate, it was surrounded by security patrols and watchtowers on the road. Once something went wrong, there was no place to escape in the vast territory. So he judged that even if someone wanted to harm him, they would not choose to do it there.
Just as he had guessed, after getting off the tram, the half-hour walk went by without any incidents. This time he stayed in Haijing Field for a total of seven hours, and only came out at seven in the afternoon.
It was completely dark, and there were no street lights around. There was only the flashing red light of a distant watchtower. Occasionally, a patrol car would pass by, and when it saw him, it would stop and ask questions from a distance.
Chen Chuan arrived at the station smoothly, waited for a while, and then got on the tram. There were still not many people at this time, and the carriage was very empty. Occasionally a few people got on and then got off.
After only two stops, they left the Haijingchang area. At this time, he originally planned to resume contact with Wu Bei, but for some reason, there was no response from the other side.
At this moment, he suddenly found that the lights in the car began to flicker, and the tram seemed to have entered a dark tunnel. The scenery outside became blurry and dim, with only the sound of the tram moving, and a faint shadow began to appear on the second me.
A ghost story?
still……
His eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to close the boundary, but the situation around him still existed. It seemed that this was not the light and shadow effect created by the field.
But he felt that there was something inconsistent here, so he ignored the boundary and let the second me take the responsibility of the invasion of the biological field.
In an instant, everything around disappeared.
Is there really something wrong with the boundary?
But that faint sense of invasion seems to still exist.
He thought about it and realized that this method was not like Wei Wusheng's style. It seemed that someone else was targeting him, and the other party could not have prepared only these. There must be follow-up.
If this was an action aimed at him, then he would like to see what the other party's methods are.
After considering it, he did not continue to isolate the field invasion, but released it. In a moment, the surrounding scene returned to what he had just seen.
It was very abrupt. It seemed that after a flash, a man wearing a skull mask stood at the other end of the carriage, with his empty eye sockets facing his direction. Then he took a step and walked towards him step by step, and his speed was getting faster and faster. The last few steps turned into running.
Chen Chuan could see that as the man approached, the emptiness of his second self was gradually deepening, so he did not let the other party come up, but raised the Xuejun Sword calmly and pushed it forward. At the moment when the Xuejun Sword touched the man, the man wearing the skull mask disappeared.
Everything returned to normal, the tram was still moving forward, and the scenery outside was reflected in the carriage along with the neon lights at night.
Did the other party withdraw on their own initiative?
Chen Chuan glanced at the second self, and the signs of virtuality were still there.
In a dim house somewhere in the Shenwei District, a hunched figure sat there. The walls were full of holes, and long vine-like branches stretched out from the outside and wrapped around his body.
At the moment when Chen Chuan pushed the skull mask away with his knife, he suddenly opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes filled with bloodshot. He rolled his eyes twice and uttered a hoarse voice: "Success."
He slowly stood up and came to a stone niche in front of him. There was a strange statue there, like a civet cat standing upright, with its mouth and eyes bulging outwards, and its paws holding a stone plate, which looked extremely weird.
He reached out and picked up a small knife, slowly cutting open the chest. When the gap was large enough, he reached in and cut out some fragments of alienated tissue, scattered them on the stone plate in front of him, then took a few steps back and kowtowed heavily.
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(End of this chapter)
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