Chapter 252: The Immortal Witch Ke Xue's skills have increased
Lin Xi listened quietly beside him.
That’s right, the “Ghost Mr.” who appeared in front of Vermouth was her.
After spending 52,000 experience points to upgrade the "Hide" skill from level 3 (elusive) to level 5 (non-existent ghost), Lin Xi once again gained supernatural powers - she can transform into a ghost, and only the people she designates can see her.
She can change her form at any time. In ghost state, she can ignore material entities and move freely through buildings without leaving any image on cameras, monitors or other image recorders.
No one except the person she designates can find her.
Furthermore, she can ghostify smaller inanimate objects that she touches, such as books and cell phones, which will quickly return to their original form after leaving her reach.
She can also partially materialize—that is, she can make part of her body materialize, so she can pick up objects and touch others—but she has to avoid surveillance cameras and other people because the materialized torso can be recorded.
She didn't want any spooky rumors like "hands floating in the air" to spread in the laboratory.
Lin Xi was very cautious. In order to prevent Vermouth from associating her face with Researcher Lin, who was in the same time and space, she deliberately transformed into the appearance of Shibahara Hirojin first, and then turned into a ghost.
Although level 5 skills require a lot of experience points, the effects are also very good, and they all involve some unscientific supernatural abilities to a certain extent.
Lin Xi was very satisfied with the effect of the new skill, which allowed her to sneak into any place she wanted without being discovered.
After returning, she wants to experiment whether becoming a ghost can solve her mental problems.
She touched her chin and saw little Chris on the bed move her head and look at her through the gaps between the bodies of several researchers.
She put her finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.
Chris nodded obediently.
Several researchers began to try to find ways to reduce her fever. They gave her antipyretics and applied ice packs to try to cool her down physically.
They asked Chris to close her eyes and get some sleep.
Chris kept her eyes open, not wanting to sleep.
She was afraid that if she closed her eyes, Mr. Ghost would disappear.
It was not until Lin Xi came to her and promised her that he would not disappear that Chris fell into a deep sleep brought on by the drugs.
Lin Xi looked at her sallow face, red skin, and the frown on her little face even when she was asleep, and sighed slightly.
She didn't expect that Vermouth was the third experimental subject.
When she first came here thirty years ago, her mind and eyes were filled with Gin, and she didn't pay much attention to the other experimental subjects in the project team.
When she took Gin away and disbanded the "Silver Bullet" project team, she casually decided the fate of the other experimental subjects: those who were in good health would be transferred to other departments, and those who were in poor health, such as No. 3, would be cured.
The reason why Vermouth's body has become what it is now is actually because the researcher was eager for quick success and injected a drug that had no effect on Gin into Vermouth's body, causing a strong immune response.
Although they have taken certain measures, they are only treating the symptoms and not the root cause. If they leave it alone, No. 3 will definitely die.
Lin Xi knew that there was only one way to save Vermouth.
She looked at the surveillance camera, quickly took out the [Dead Water], and injected the potion into Vermouth's body.
[Dead Water] requires genetic matching to be effective, but the [Dead Water] that Lin Xi injected into Vermouth's body was a system reward for completing a task. It was marked "universal", which means that anyone can use it.
Because of her movement, Chris's eyelids moved, as if she was struggling to wake up.
Lin Xi reached out and covered her eyes.
She whispered, "Go to sleep, dear child. When you wake up, everything will be over."
"You will no longer suffer. Time will bless you. You will enjoy endless life and an ageless appearance."
This is both a blessing and a promise.
Chris, who was sleeping, seemed to hear her words, relaxed and stopped struggling.
Lin Xi stood in front of her bed, waiting quietly for the potion to take effect.
…
The world is made of transactions.
Everything can be traded.
Chris thinks so.
If you want to get something, you must pay something; and all favors have already been secretly marked with a price.
Chris had a relatively happy childhood.
She and her parents formed a family of three. Although her father and mother were very busy at work, they always took the time and energy to create little surprises in their ordinary lives, such as ordering a bouquet or two of wilting flowers from the florist on their way home from work, making a doll for Chris using old fabric and cotton, or queuing up to buy expired bread and then pairing it with a little extravagant butter to make a wonderful breakfast - Chris always believed that these were miracles created by humans.
When she was eight, her parents went bankrupt. They sold everything they could, pawned everything they could, and sold everything they could. First, their mother's jewelry and father's pocket watch, then the furniture and Chris's dolls... As their possessions dwindled, they finally set their sights on Chris.
"Chris," her mother said in a trembling voice, "we can't support you. You won't even be able to eat a single bite if you stay with us—look at your face, so skinny and sallow."
"Would you like to go to a new place? There's food, a warm bed, and, there's a new doll..."
"Mom, are you going to pawn me too?" Little Chris asked, holding her only remaining doll.
Her mother cried even harder.
Chris didn't get her answer in the end and was taken to a strange place by strangers.
At that time, Chris understood a truth: everything in the world can be traded.
The parents could use the money they saved to buy a bouquet of flowers, pawn their hair ornaments for money, or even sell little Chris to someone else in exchange for a dinner.
Not long after arriving in that strange place, Chris understood another truth: behind all the good things in the world, there is a price that must be paid in advance and repaid.
Just like the happy eight years of her life, she had to pay it back with the painful life afterwards.
Chris spent seven years in this place with nothing but white coats and metal instruments.
Then, just when she thought she was dying, she saw the color blue for the first time in seven years.
So she began to think:
What is the price this time?
…
"Number Three's vital signs have stabilized," Researcher A said with emotion. "She looked like she was dying yesterday... It seems she still has great potential."
"Yes," Researcher B agreed. "Unfortunately, the project has been halted, and we can't test the drug on No. 3 anymore."
"Really... Researcher Lin has messed us up with his orders with just one word." Researcher A shook his head. "I don't know where we'll be transferred to, or what will happen to these test subjects."
"I heard they'll make them sign a confidentiality agreement and then let them go," Researcher B said. "I don't know if that's true—we spent a lot of money to buy these test subjects, and now Researcher Lin wants to send them away. I really don't know what she's thinking."
Their conversation did not avoid little Chris. After changing the medicine, the two left.
Chrissy blinked and slowly sat up in bed.
The ghost Lin Xi was sitting next to her, reading quietly.
The book is also translucent.
"What are you looking at, Mr. Ghost?"
"Les Miserables." Lin Xi replied.
She had picked up this book from an underground auction on a deserted island.
"Have you seen it, little Chrissy?"
Chris was stunned.
...It's been a long time since anyone called her that.
Except for her parents who once picked her up and called her "Little Chris, you are our most precious baby" with a happy smile, no one ever called her Chris again.
Everyone in the lab calls her Number Three.
As time went by, Chris almost forgot her own name.
She didn't ask why Mr. Ghost knew her name—Mr. Ghost seemed to know everything—she shook her head honestly: "I haven't seen it, sir."
"What is it about, sir?"
Lin Xi pondered for a moment and said, "You'd better not read these depressing stories. I'll find you some other books when I have the chance."
Chris nodded obediently.
Lin Xi touched her head lovingly: "Your fever has subsided. Your skin will soon return to normal. It will be a little itchy during the recovery period, so be sure not to scratch it."
Chris rubbed Lin Xi's hand and touched her own face.
The rash has disappeared, only the wound left by the inflammation has not yet healed.
"You should recover here for a few days." Lin Xi withdrew his hand and continued to turn the pages of the book. "I think in a week or two, I will find a chance to take you out."
Chris blinked, puzzled: "Go out?"
"Yeah. What? You don't want to go out? There are no entertainment facilities here, not even books. What else can you do here except get moldy?"
"But...how do we get out?" Chris said in confusion, "The door is locked."
"Go out." Lin Xi closed the book, turned around and smiled brightly at Chris: "Just kidding - I have a way to take you out, don't worry."
"'Prison walls cannot hold back a truly free man'... This is also what a man with a free soul, but imprisoned, said in a novel I read. Freedom is a right everyone is born with. If someone takes it from you, take it back."
free……
Chris chewed on the word, feeling it was as sweet and bitter as grass juice, slightly painful yet full of temptation.
After hearing what Mr. Ghost said, Chris actually felt that the life represented by this word was worth aspiring to.
"Then, what will it cost me?" she asked.
Chris is a good kid, she knows that everything comes at a price.
Her parents wanted eight-year-old Chrissie alive, so they paid for her freedom; fifteen-year-old Chrissie wanted it back.
She was asking Lin Xi what price she would have to pay to redeem her freedom.
I also asked myself what else I could pay.
She wondered if that was a price she could afford.
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