Chapter 409: Rusty City Strange Stories
The moment he sensed something unusual, Gan Mi suddenly pulled his hand back.
“Shua——”
An invisible blade flashed through the air, whizzed past, cut off his wrist, and incidentally cut off half of Xinan's body.
But it was too late.
Even if you make a decision right away, it won't help.
Gan Mi regained his calm expression and looked at the neat cross-section of his right wrist. Just after the contact, new marks appeared on his forearm.
The gray-green lines spread out like blood vessels.
After a pause, Gan Mi withdrew his gaze.
The lack of emotion meant he didn't even have any fear, and his voice didn't change much when he spoke.
"Where did you get the original void204 virus?"
Once upon a time, as the creation of the main system, it was very easy to get rid of useless tools. A little trick could make them disappear completely. The one that Xinan installed in the heart was one of them, and it was the earliest version.
"The Utopia has control over all the means to resolve the virus. We shouldn't be subject to this anymore..."
He didn't finish his words.
Even if he had countless ways to deal with the virus, he couldn't use props now and couldn't leave the game, so he couldn't do anything.
"I have thirty minutes."
There are still two hours left until the end of the game.
Gan Mi stretched out his intact hand, grabbed Xinan's hair, lifted him to the same height as himself, and stared at the face that was stained with blood but still smiling.
"Have you thought about how you want to spend your thirty minutes? I won't go easy on you."
Although he was poisoned, Xinan had already lost.
A guy with only half a body left and no chance to resist will only be treated even more painfully before he dies.
It’s a pity that Gan Mi miscalculated.
His threats had no effect at all.
A madman cannot be threatened.
"Oh, then I might die earlier than you." Xinan rolled his eyes and answered with a blank expression.
Gan Mi's skill just now was to hit him diagonally, and his entire upper body from the left shoulder to the right waist, including his left hand, was all cut off, and even the device near his heart was in danger.
If almost all of his original organs had not been replaced, he would have been dead by now.
Of course, I can’t survive in this state for too long.
"Want to chat?"
Xinan pointed to his forehead with his remaining finger and said, "The memory module is here."
Gan Mi was silent.
Intellectually he knew that his life was entering a countdown, but now he was unable to have any emotions about it.
He should do something to vent his anger, but he had no interest in doing so.
"Bang--"
He threw Xinan, who had only half of his body left, to the ground. With the sound of the body falling to the ground, some unknown parts and blood splashed out from the broken body.
This process should be painful, but Xinan didn't even frown.
The pain of having his body torn apart was commonplace for him. The only difference was that this time it was real pain that belonged to him.
Gan Mi simply sat next to Xinan and used his skills to stop the bleeding from his wound. It was useless, but it was better than nothing.
"What are you talking about?" he asked casually.
In the dilapidated ruins, two people, one lying and the other sitting, revealed an incongruous calmness in their embarrassment.
Perhaps because they had been underground for too long, the vengeful ghosts finally squeezed into the tunnel after being split apart. Xinan stared at the top of the domain, and the corpses fell to the edge of the solidified air.
"casual."
He just felt that his head was empty.
The increasing number of corpses told of their injustices and clamored to break in.
The crackling sound of body parts falling above his head was annoying. Gan Mi didn't say anything, just staring into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
The corpses were pressed together, and old, rotten blood slowly seeped out, gradually covering the entire area.
Outside the game, in the real world.
The two people who were watching the live broadcast in Xu's house obviously did not expect that the established facts would eventually lead to a shocking reversal!
"How come?"
The collector sitting at the desk couldn't help but tighten his fingers. After a "snap" sound, the glass in his palm was crushed into pieces.
What happened was so outrageous that he couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.
Frowning, Xu Yan let out a long sigh.
"The first generation of the virus?"
As long as he can use the props, Gan Mi will not die.
This way of dying is a little too ridiculous for an ideal country.
If the original virus is not injected into the mimic's heart, it will take thirty minutes for the mimic to die completely, and they have already mastered the solution. Usually, thirty minutes is enough for Gan Mi to detoxify hundreds of times.
However, props cannot be used in this copy.
The rules left behind by the main system during the counterattack finally came in handy at this moment.
No one doubts where the virus in Xinan came from.
Except for the main system, no one will spread the first-generation virus. Even if some mimics have kept some samples, there is no possibility of spreading it.
Yan Chengfan frowned and looked at the screen, scratched his messy white hair, pursed his lips and commented.
"This mission was quite successful."
There is no hope for the main system at all. Mad Dog, as the last card connected to the main system, will die here without any possibility of counterattack.
As long as Mad Dog dies, the cause and effect of things like the vengeful ghosts that originally locked hatred on him will disappear. Not to mention that Rusty City is the last copy of the main system that can be controlled independently, even if similar existence appears in the End Copy again, he will not be affected in any way.
The only problem is the loss of life.
As the number one guild, they have to pretend to maintain superficial peace.
A few seconds later, he looked at Xu Yan and gave new instructions.
"You go take over the position of vice president. I remember Gan Mi had already moved his office here... At least don't let anything go wrong before the End of the Dungeon begins."
After Cen Jinyue's death, the position of vice president of the Utopia was handed over to Gan Mi. With strong financial support, everything went smoothly.
Because Gan Mi always leaned towards the ideal country and did not betray Xu Zhiyan, Yan Chengfan finally believed in his loyalty. Since Gan Mi was loyal to the ideal country, he should let Gan Mi play the biggest role.
"All his inheritance in the shell will be yours."
As if to make up for it, or perhaps out of fear that Xu Yan would refuse, Yan Chengfan added this sentence.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Xu Yan, who was originally unhappy, pushed his monocle and nodded in agreement: "It is indeed necessary to adjust as soon as possible, otherwise when we win, the whole game will be reshuffled, and these unknown assets may be very troublesome."
As for Gan Mi's actual assets, neither of them mentioned it.
Unlike the infinite game, the present world always exists, and it is not too late to collect those properties after everything is over.
The collector, who was shocked by the death of his companion a few minutes ago, unexpectedly obtained a large amount of assets. He did not go to watch the live broadcast again, but pushed the door and left, walking towards the temporary office of the vice president of Utopia.
Although he was not greedy for Gan Mi's property, someone had to take over these things, right?
Greed is something that comes with this body.
…
In the copy.
Time flows endlessly towards death.
After an unknown amount of time, perhaps a few minutes, or perhaps more than ten minutes, Gan Mi heard Xinan's words again.
"By the way, will you give him my memory module?"
Gan Mi didn't expect that the other party was still thinking about this matter.
"I'm dying too, how can I get it?" He answered confidently.
After a long time, Gan Mi did not hear Xinan speak again. He turned his head to look at the half-body that had closed its eyes, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Dead?"
"No, but soon."
This time Xinan answered quickly.
He seemed to be missing something with his eyes closed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"My death is part of your plan, and my death is also part of my plan..." His mind was confused, and he was a little weird, and his words made it unclear what he meant.
Gan Mi listened and hesitated before speaking: "What is your plan?"
Does Mad Dog have a plan?
He doesn't believe it.
Sure enough, Xinan nodded and told him his plan.
"Find a suitable time to die."
That was his whole plan.
"I think today is a good day. In fact, yesterday and tomorrow are also suitable."
Sunny, cloudy, rainy days.
Morning, afternoon, evening.
He is deeply sinful and deserves death at any time.
Listening to Xinan's irrelevant words, Gan Mi did not refute.
Death loomed over them both.
No one survived.
Maybe it was prompted by the death plan shared by Xinan, Gan Mi lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Why don't you ask about my plan?"
Xinan shook his head and asked back.
"Why didn't you tell him?"
He didn't say it explicitly, but both of them knew who this 'he' was referring to.
After going around in circles, the topic returned to Xu Zhiyan.
Other people probably wouldn’t be able to understand Xinan’s words, but Gan Mi moved his stiff neck, his expression revealing a hint of surprise.
The emotions fluctuated for a moment.
Whenever he talked about that man, he felt like he was reaching out from the grave.
"You...know?"
"I know. I didn't know it before, but I know it now."
"Oh."
"But now that I think about it, you're right. It's better that he doesn't know."
“…”
The cryptic conversation between the two people is confusing.
Apart from the two people who were talking, even Yan Chengfan could not understand the meaning of it. He just thought that some unspeakable feelings were about to disappear before they saw the light of day.
Xinan blinked.
Organ failure, blood loss, program failure, hardware damage.
Each one of them was eating away at his life.
He could no longer see clearly with his right eye, and only his left eye still had some vision.
The resentful corpses are still piling up outside the area, and these wronged souls will not disappear unless he dies.
The voice that haunted him in his mind gradually faded away.
Some of her rationality returned, and for the first time, Xinan found a moment of peace when she was not looking at Xu Zhiyan.
In a way, he knew more than Xu Zhiyan. He knew that Yan Chengfan was watching all this, and he also knew that Gan Mi would not tell the truth, so he was too lazy to ask before.
Glancing at Gan Mi, who was sitting beside him in a disheveled state, he closed his eyes again and still did not follow Gan Mi's wishes to ask questions.
Xinan continued to speak.
“I’ve been a tool all my life.”
In fact, he only got the first-generation virus targeting mimics the day before entering the copy.
That is not given by the main system at all.
The thing was passed around several hands before it was delivered to him, along with the virus and instructions on how to use it.
[The first generation of void204 virus, the mimic will be infected if it touches it, but there is 30 minutes to deal with it after infection. Only when the virus is injected into the mimic's heart will they die immediately.]
[The Ghost Lion does not have the arrogance of other mimics and can only be defeated head-on.]
[Use this to kill Gan Mi.]
[He is arrogant and confident. He will turn his back after victory. That is your only chance.]
There was no signatory, and at first Xinan didn't know who wrote it. He also thought it might be an instruction from the main system.
Until Gan Mi put her hand into his heart.
It's so ridiculous!
When he got the virus, he no longer trusted the main system, and he didn't trust anyone! He didn't even take out the poison before the battle. What kind of poison was Gan Mi infected with?
I was not fully conscious just now and was not thinking, but now I finally woke up before I died, and I knew clearly who sent the things.
Xinan wanted to sneer and pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty.
"Are all you mimics psychopaths?"
It's so funny. Gan Mi planned his own death, but he encountered an accident in the end. His sudden strength increased dramatically, and he failed to successfully fight to a 50-50 situation, so he had to do it himself...
"You are also quite sick."
Xinan spoke highly of this behavior.
He did not expose Gan Mi because he knew that he would be crushed to death if he mentioned the relevant topic.
Gan Mi lowered his head and suddenly laughed.
"I thought you would never react until you died."
Perhaps because he saw the mad dog breathing out more than breathing in, he slowed down his voice and asked, "What do you think of this world?"
“It sucks.”
Xinan's voice became smaller and smaller.
The sanity that had just been restored began to fade, and the image reappeared in his tightly closed eyes.
“…I saw Him again.”
Like countless times before, after enduring all the negative emotions belonging to Yan Chengfan, he glimpsed some of the memories of ghosts and gods.
Those images completely controlled the mimic's emotions and were the only light for him.
"I have tasted pain countless times, but have never been able to replace His face..." Xinan laughed, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth had turned deep red, tending to black.
"How stingy."
Even though his memories of Xu Zhiyan were fragmented, he was unable to gain any comfort from the ghosts and gods regarding Xu Zhiyan.
He could only sense the emotions revealed by the ghosts and gods, and feel the beating of his heart when he met Xu Zhiyan...
But when the scenes flashed back one after another, Xinan suddenly found that the Xu Zhiyan in his memory suddenly became vivid, standing tall in front of him, with a smile that made people unable to look away.
Nightmare community, nursing home, and split hospital.
They seemed to have met each other many times.
Xinan realized belatedly that these were no longer the memories of Yan Chengfan and the ghosts and gods.
Oh, it turned out to be his own marquee.
The memory of the killing brings with it chaos and suffering.
Only Xu Zhiyan's picture is clear.
'I'm leaving now. See you next time.'
He listened to the familiar voice and suddenly became frightened.
There won't be a next time, we won't see each other again...
Being able to meet Xu Zhiyan was an incredible thing for him.
The mechanical heart stopped ticking and consciousness fell into darkness.
Xinan died.
Gan Mi waited for a while but heard no sound. When he looked up at the sky, he realized that Xinan was dead.
The corpse pieces that represented hatred disappeared, and even the dirty blood disappeared completely.
He looked down at his body covered with gray-green lines, then looked at Xinan's body beside him.
"I didn't expect you to be smart before you die."
He felt that he was gradually losing control of his body.
Gan Mi stood up shakily, squatted beside Xinan, reached out his hand and inserted it into Xinan's skull without hesitation. After feeling around, he found a transparent cube the size of a fingertip from the brain.
After coming into contact with the air, the cube turned pure black.
It looked a bit like the diamonds that the main system once installed in the player's head, but Gan Mi knew that it belonged to the mimetic.
"Your death was indeed part of my plan."
"Only when you kill the boss will you be truly free from his influence... But according to the plan, I have to use the prop to destroy it."
But now he couldn't use the props, he was a little distressed: "But if it is buried deep underground, it shouldn't be a problem."
Xinan was dead, and he had only a few minutes left to live.
"The plan is complete." He put the cube in his pocket.
Yan Chengfan's mission, his own plan, everything was over.
Some things can only be achieved after his death.
Outside the copy.
Office of the Vice President of Utopia.
Xu Yan sat in the boss chair, raised his eyebrows and looked at the unreasonable accounts.
“Less than expected.”
However, considering that he was not short of money, and the hole filled after Gan Mi took over the guild, he felt relieved.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
There was a knock on the door.
Xu Yan called out "Come in", but when he saw the person coming, he was slightly stunned.
He was Gan Mi's subordinate, a young man who looked very young.
Looking at the exquisite box in the other person's hand, he asked with interest: "What is this?"
"Mr. Xu, this is a pocket watch custom-made by our boss." The subordinate opened the box, revealing a small round watch made of gold and colored diamonds.
The entire pocket watch is glittering and it is obvious that it is very expensive. Even the gold chains connecting the two ends are inlaid with beautiful diamonds, and every detail shows its expensiveness and exquisiteness.
"Our boss said this was a reward to me to celebrate his becoming vice president, and he even asked me to invite a master to consecrate it."
Xu Yan reached out to take the pocket watch, stroking the cold outer shell with his fingertips.
"Okay, it's mine."
He put the watch in his pocket, very satisfied.
He was originally here to take over all of Gan Mi's wealth, so this pocket watch should rightfully belong to him.
"Gan Mi has a good eye."
This pocket watch completely suits his preferences, as if it was tailor-made for him.
…
Gan Mi quietly waited for death.
In the original room, Yan Chengfan, who had been watching Gan Mi's movements, had even the last bit of doubt dispelled. The Utopia was hunting down Mad Dog not only because the other party betrayed the Utopia, but mainly because Xinan was equipped with his memory module.
He had gone to great lengths to eradicate those days and nights eroded by power and those affected emotions. If not handled properly, he would fall back into the haze.
Nodding slightly at Gan Mi on the screen, Yan Chengfan stood up, walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and raised his glass towards the center of the screen.
"Have a safe trip."
"The ideal country will eventually come true."
In the center of the screen, Gan Mi seemed to sense something.
He put his only remaining hand in his pocket and murmured, "The Utopia will eventually come true."
And in a place that Yan Chengfan couldn’t see, a narrow piece of white paper covered the square - it was the book of rules that Gan Mi had carefully preserved.
In the ruins, Gan Mi stood upright, feeling the virus eroding him.
Pocket watch, memory module, legacy.
How could he really give Yan Chengfan's memory module to Xu Zhiyan...
Without betraying the Utopia, the only way to save Xu Zhiyan's life is to let those two people recover their memories of Xu Zhiyan when the mimics take over everything.
Gan Mi closed his eyes.
He knew what he was doing and what he wanted.
Xu Zhiyan will never know what he has done, and he will not let his thoughts become a shackle for Xu Zhiyan.
That person is supposed to be carefree and live wildly in this world.
He wanted Xu Zhiyan to be alive.
That's all.
"The ideal country will eventually come true."
Gan Mi repeated the last sentence.
The deadly poison spread, quickly spreading throughout his body.
Until his death, Gan Mi was still performing his own show.
Only in this way can Xu Yan take away everything from him smoothly, and Yan Chengfan will not be suspicious and take more precautions in terms of the memory module.
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