Chapter 172 I'm Different from You
Tu Lanxun glanced at Bu Linlin and suddenly felt that the other person's level of perversion was comparable to his own.
Mu Xiaozhen finally spoke. She held down Chen Ou beside her and said, "Theoretically, if we can go back and forth within ten minutes, the risk will be within controllable range."
Chen Ou nodded repeatedly and comforted him, "And it doesn't matter even if he dies. Ghosts live longer than humans nowadays, so everything will remain the same..."
Mu Xiaozhen's glance scratched Shen Ou's face. The latter stammered and dared not speak. He just gave Tu Lanxun an encouraging look.
This is the theory, it doesn’t matter if you die.
But Tu Lanxun wants to live if he can.
"Ten minutes, okay." Tu Lanxun calculated the time and began to quickly recite the topographical map of Yangui Sanatorium. Elsewhere, Xiao Zhang squatted down and put a display watch on her wrist. His movements were as solemn as preparing a corpse. Tu Lanxun clapped his hands and said, "What are you doing? I'm not dead yet."
Xiao Zhang bowed and apologized, "I forgot, I forgot."
There was an electronic map in his watch, and Tu Lanxun went over the terrain in his mind again, and had a rough idea in his mind.
"Okay." She looked at Mu Xiaozhen.
"Sign this." Mu Xiaozhen said, "Besides Chairman Tu, there are other patients and medical staff kidnapped at Yangui Sanatorium. If you don't ask for this mission, we will send others to do it. This is why I won't stop you."
Tu Lanxun looked down and found that it was a statement of voluntary participation. Before she could feel disappointed, she saw an agreement on equal transition of rights between humans and ghosts and insurance terms attached to it.
The meaning is very clear. If she "dies" in this mission, her ghost will receive a very high insurance compensation to be used for her future ghost life.
"Go without worry." Mu Xiaozhen said, "Although I have put my life and death aside, I promise you that even if you die, the position of head of the development zone and even the Eastern Province region will still belong to your ghost."
Chen Ou echoed beside him: "Yes, it has to be you. But I advise you to try to survive. If you die, it will be easy to think about committing suicide again every moment."
Tu Lanxun nodded: "Okay, I understand, come on."
Mu Xiaozhen didn't try it himself. Instead, he suppressed the eager Bu Linlin and handed Wen Chong a metal hand helmet that looked like an Iron Man glove. "You go."
Wen Chong stood up with a serious expression. The metal gauntlet was a cold silver-white, but it didn't look heavy or hard. Instead, it had a shimmering, soft feel. If that hard metal looked like it could crush a person into a pulp, then the soft silver-white glove before him seemed like it could penetrate a person's body.
"It will be a little painful." Wen Chong walked towards Tu Lanxun and turned to look at Mu Zhenzhen. "Just be conventional. I'll start with my left hand."
What does left hand mean?
Although Bu Linlin wasn't allowed to use her hands, she enthusiastically explained, "If I were to directly expose your heart and brain, I'd probably hurt you. Your hands are more suitable. Hands are a core part of our body that we use frequently and sensitively. According to the old theory of spiritualization, hands are more 'spiritual.' The nerves and blood vessels in the left hand connect to the heart, so the left hand is the most suitable."
Before Tu Lanxun could ask in detail what was the most suitable one, Wen Chong suddenly took out his gloves, a silver light dimly illuminated his eyes, and he opened his five fingers and grabbed Tu Lanxun's left hand.
At the same moment her left hand was held, Wen Chong pulled it towards her with great force. Tu Lanxun felt herself being pulled by her left hand and left arm, and she staggered and almost fell to the ground in front of her.
Ah, it hurts.
Tu Lanxun staggered forward a step before he realized the pain coming. Every inch of his skin felt as if it was stuck with glue and then torn off all at once. Strands of glue pulled out fragments of flesh and blood. The injury was not serious, but the pain was as if half a layer of skin had been peeled off.
“Why does it hurt so much!” She heard her own voice complaining, “I remember when other people’s souls left their bodies—like Nan Shaochen and the sister from the mall—they were unconscious and didn’t feel this much pain.”
Wen Chong still held Tu Lanxun's left hand and said calmly, "Because this is the best way to preserve your soul. Don't forget, Nan Shaochen's soul can be easily shattered. He's still a bit stupid."
Tu Lanxun took half a step back and almost stepped on someone, only then he realized it was his own "corpse".
The body that looked exactly like her had its eyes tightly closed and was about to die. Xiao Zhang gently hugged it from behind and looked at Wen Chong with a pale face. Wen Chong said, "Inject it."
An intramuscular injection needle was inserted into the upper arm of Tu Lanxun's "corpse". Tu Lanxun's face turned from pale to bluish-white, there was no breath in his nose, and the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen completely stopped.
"This is a special fixative," Mu Xiaozhen said kindly, "and the effect of the injection is to accelerate the death of the human body."
Bu Linlin couldn't help but continue, "But the magic of it is that it can freeze the human body's internal environment for ten minutes, preventing coagulation, decay, rigor mortis, and livor mortis. If your soul can return with the corpse within ten minutes and remove the fixative at the same time, your exceptionally fresh corpse can be seamlessly transformed back into a living person."
Tu Lanxun took a deep breath and crawled over to the unconscious body.
"So, you should set off now," Wen Chong said.
Mu Xiaozhen stood up to say goodbye, "Don't forget the new necklace." She winked at Tu Lanxun.
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Tu Lanxun, wearing the necklace that Mu Xiaozhen had just given her, walked into the sanatorium step by step.
She existed in a physical sense, still using the same body she had used for the previous twenty-two years, but the feeling was no longer the same as before.
Before, when she raised her hand while walking, she didn’t feel anything. The subject raising her arm was herself. It can be said that “self” and “physical existence” are one and the same.
Now, he is still proficient in the movements of raising his hands and legs, but Tu Lanxun feels "alienated" from his body.
It was as if there was a layer between her "self" and her body, and her body became a very light doll costume for her. Although she could use it as easily as with her arms and legs, there was still a sense of separation that she was controlling the movements from "inside".
But what is gratifying is that Tu Lanxun’s idea was fully confirmed.
The silver-red rays Kris created filled the entire sanatorium, preventing any living person or ghost from passing through them. However, Tu Lanxun was neither a living person nor a ghost. She was a half-dead thing that no one could define.
"He's blocked the surveillance system's network." Wen Chong's voice rang out through Tu Lanxun's headphones. "The young woman in your family who's good with computers is trying to overwrite the live feed. Move forward as quickly as possible."
"Okay." Tu Lanxun had already walked through two corridors. She guessed that Kris hadn't noticed her yet.
Both corridors were empty. Where had all the people in the nursing home gone? Tu Lanxun's eyes suddenly locked on a door at the end of the third corridor.
That place seemed to be an activity room for those who were receiving treatment all year round. Sometimes it was also used as a party hall for festivals. It was a space the size of a small badminton hall.
Now, there are several padlocks wrapped around it, it looks very ordinary, and it also has a swallow-shaped logo. It should have been taken out from the warehouse of the sanatorium.
Tu Lanxun walked over and saw no one around. She looked around and suddenly hit the lock with her elbow. Then, the lock fell on the back of her foot with a slight "clatter" and rolled to the side.
Fortunately, she doesn't feel any pain now.
The pain will only come after resurrection.
Tu Lanxun looked down at his shoes, guessing that they were about to be stained with corpse spots. Without caring about anything else, he quietly opened a crack in the door.
Sure enough, the curtains in the party hall were tightly drawn, and many people lay sprawled, their chests and abdomens heaving. They were still alive, just unconscious. There were patients in hospital gowns and staff dressed as medical staff.
Tu Lanxun looked at the headlight at the top, and that's what it looked like.
There was a ghost perched on the headlight, dozing off, his body tense and daring not to move. He was also extremely afraid of the silver-red rays surrounding the room, but he kept shaking off black mist around him, and it was the black mist that made people unconscious.
Tu Lanxun quietly took a photo with his watch and sent the coordinates to Wenchong. Then he quietly closed the door, loosened the chain around the door again, and waited for Wenchong and others to come to the rescue.
Half of the ten minutes were almost over, and Tu Lanxun quickened her pace and went upstairs. She probably knew where Tu Penglai was being held.
The video's background was a high-end ward, with the windows facing the same direction as the ward where Tu Penglai was staying. Even the angle of the fruit plate on the table was in line with Tu Penglai's habits.
The key point is that the surrounding silver-red rays should have given Kris a huge sense of security, and he probably didn't change rooms after filming the video.
Tu Lanxun went straight to Ms. Tu Penglai's room number, thinking about how to give Kris a sneak attack. When he arrived, he found that there was someone in Ms. Tu Penglai's ward door.
Because the door was not locked, it was easily opened a crack.
Ms. Tu Penglai was tied to a stool. The moment she saw Tu Lanxun, her eyes widened. But before the two of them could communicate, Tu Lanxun felt a heat wave coming towards her ears.
The fiery bullet almost grazed his neck. Tu Lanxun was extremely angry. He was shot as soon as they met.
Kris was standing nearby. He pulled the trigger a second time after missing the first shot. Tu Lanxun dodged it nimbly with a bit of luck, and elbowed Kris in the chest, who barely dodged it. Tu Lanxun covered his ribs and almost coughed up blood.
Take her elbow from Mikhail!
"You really have a way to get in." Kris said in a gentle and ghostly voice, "Follow me."
Tu Lanxun raised an eyebrow: "What do you think? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
Kris said, "You and the people most important to you are here. I can take you and your mother away. The earth will be ours one day. Even if it's not for now, the many game worlds will be our paradise. You can have whatever you want."
Tu Lanxun frowned and said, "Don't make random connections. She is not the most important person to me."
Kris couldn't help but laugh like an elder: "Then why did you risk your life to save her?"
Oh, that annoying smile almost said: Lanlan, you are a filial little girl who repays evil with kindness. You will always forgive your mother and always love your mother.
Tu Penglai's expression remained unchanged, he just gave Kris a sarcastic smile.
Tu Lanxun's dead eyes slowly shifted from Tu Penglai's face to Kris's, "Because she and I are different."
Tu Penglai's expression seemed to turn a shade paler.
Tu Lanxun ignored it and continued to say to the smiling Kris, "Even more different from you."
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