After Becoming a Little |

The old director looked over, and even through the projection, he could find the meaning in his eyes: "Yes, what you saw was indeed the promotional video of the game, and the zombies are indeed unreasonable-but if you take those so-called zombies, Consider it a variant of the blood-borne virus?"

"...At that time, did the blood-borne virus already appear?"

"I don't know, because before our one appeared, no one told us the information about the blood-borne virus. Naturally, there was no way to investigate. Some people thought it was biochemical modification, some thought it was radiation mutation, and some thought it was virus... …But who can say for sure what the virus is? Except the man behind it.”

Only at this time did Baili realize that - from the very beginning, when the old chief was talking about the mastermind behind the scenes, he didn't even address him as 'he', but kept using the word 'that existence'.

So she pressed the edge of the table almost subconsciously, and propped up half of her body: "Impossible! It will definitely not be Senior Lu!"

For the current dark world, the only person who is called "that one" is Lu Yanqing, the black-robed tyrant.

"Don't worry, I didn't say it was her, but she must know something." The old bureau chief waved his hand and told her to sit down: "We actually gave the behind-the-scenes man a code name, just because the identity of the other party is too secretive, We don’t even know whether the other party is male, female, old or young—we once suspected that this is not a single individual, but some kind of identity system with a complete inheritance, but this is just speculation.”

"So... what is the other party's code name?"

"Code name?" The old bureau chief looked up at the ceiling, feeling that he hadn't mentioned that code name for a long time.

On the contrary, Nuwa next to her appeared, with a simulated expression of 'disgust' on her eyebrows and eyes: "That guy, our code name is 'Satan', and I smell him again. "

As she said that, she disappeared from everyone's sight again. Baili knew that this was the normal operation of the other party's simulated personality. The so-called 'smell' probably meant that she noticed the other party's actions on the Internet again.

It’s just that this code name is really... trendy—the republic of the last century would have such a code name?

"This is the name we have inherited from an organization in the Europa region. The other party used to be against that existence for a long time, but now that organization is gone, so Satan won."

"...Holy Cross?"

"Correct."

"Why are they fighting? What is the cause?"

"The so-called Satan didn't have any good intentions from the very beginning. All our files show the vicious nature of the other party. It seems that the goal is to limit social progress, or... to limit human progress, so the Holy Spirit Even if the cross is the Dark World organization, it is very difficult to deal with the other party."

"The other party is alone?"

"Of course not. The core of the other party is the individual, but there are many executors on the periphery. We have not been able to dig out a complete organizational context. Of course, the reason is that we have no direct conflict with the other party. It is said that the last century In the early days, that guy thought about entering our side, but was blocked."

"...Is it the predecessor of the Ninth Bureau?"

"Yes and no, to be precise, it is Huanxi Guan." The old director said in a deep voice: "At the beginning, including Wudang, Emei, Longhushan, Dongguan and Huanxi Guan, they all had contact with each other, but In the end, the one who forced the other party back was actually the Huanxi Temple's master, that is, the eldest lady...that is, the master of Baishou Taixuan Lu Yanling."

As he spoke, the old bureau chief folded his hands and put them on the table, with his eyelids drooping—this kind of slightly restrained and cautious gesture is extremely rare for the old bureau chief, who is so bold and aggressive: "Although we all admit that, Lu Yanqing, the Xuanpao tyrant, is the only recognized natural evolutionary in the world, but back then...the other party actually showed signs of this, and the master of the white-headed Taixuan died because of this, but before she died, she Successfully injured the opponent, and the opponent never appeared again for decades, until the Cold War period."

"Natural evolution..." Bai Li's eyes flickered, as if she understood something: "That's why there was the later Holy Cross "artificial god" plan?"

"Yes, they have seen this before, including the Red Dragon Queen who is suspected of being a natural evolutionary in Jiaziyu, so they put forward the words "Let what is God's return to God, and let what is in the world be returned to the world", but their mouth The above said so, but actually thinking about artificially creating gods, creating their own gods."

Baili felt that she had fallen into a strange circle - the more she knew, the more she discovered her ignorance.

A lot of things, a lot of hidden things, a lot of things that are out of the public eye, even the dark world is more obvious than these things - but these things hidden in the abyss under the dark chasm are real .

The deeper the understanding, the more painful, and the more you know, the more tearing.

For no reason, Baili thought of the black-robed tyrant who was wanton and had the mentality of playing in the world.

The other party knew about blood-borne viruses, about natural evolution, and even about Qijie Lahua and God's Amber—what did she go through?

However, maybe it is because she has experienced too much and understands that the world is not as simple and pure as it seems, so she will become more clear and tough, and want to bloom her every day...

Even though no one knew what kind of moth she was about to bloom today——Bai Li pinched the center of her brows, feeling that her heart was getting tired again.

Alia has already entered the hospital, and her mother-in-law Lu Wuxia is also lying in the ICU. The other party may not know how to get mad...

"Okay, the information is reported here just to give you an impression."

The old director stood up, straightened his own collar, and snorted coldly while putting on his military cap: "Whether it's Satan or a bastard, we don't care if the other party jumps abroad, but now he has messed with us, so what?" Just find him! Then let him understand that we are not as weak and deceitful as those capitalist paper tigers, and let him taste the iron fist of socialism! The meeting ends—"

"Swipe-"

All the high-level members of Bureau Nine who attended the meeting stood up and saluted in unison.

The old bureau chief solemnly replied: "But let the dragon city flying generals stay, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain, everyone, do your duty!"

"Yes!!"

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Dongshan University · Dongshan Affiliated Hospital

The bustle outside the window is someone else's, and Aliya has nothing.

The old dean stood by the bed and wrote the medical records without even raising his eyelids: "The injury is serious, loss of strength, muscle strain, and ligament problems... Where did you roll around?"

There was no one else in the room—the old dean had thrown them all out.

Aliya rolled her eyes, looked over, looked at the old dean's gray hair, and finally understood.

It turns out that each character has its own position—the old dean of the medical school who was Mary Sue when she was young, and became a super giant when she was old. In essence, she is similar to the unscientific super electromagnetic gun. same existence.

Oh, I said why the whole team can't find a nanny, so I have to go up to it myself, so it's here...

Seeing that Aliya didn't answer, the old dean put away the writing board, took out a small box from his pocket, and opened it to reveal the gold needle inside.

"It seems that you have some small problems in other places, and you can't answer other people's questions. I'll give you a needle first."

"Don't!" Aliya woke up instantly: "Stop, stop, I'm fine-I'm fine."

"Really?" The old dean's expression remained unchanged, but there was a gentle smile in his eyes: "Your mother is lying in the ICU next door, as if hit head-on by a heavy truck, with broken ribs. Five of them were removed, the internal organs suffered a severe blow, a mild concussion, and more other minor problems... I thought you were in a car accident."

"..."

Aliya looked up at the not-so-unfamiliar ceiling, and sighed faintly: "If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan..."

"So, what happened?"

"I don't know either." Alicia sighed, her face full of innocence.

She really couldn't explain why she would hand over her body to a clone of a true god who was not serious about attacking, and then the other party used the name of checking the body to use this body to the extreme, even squandering all the psionic energy Get it clean.

In game terminology, this is called blood blue conversion. The Q version of Quantum Dragon God opened the GM modifier, drained her blue bar and turned it into blood volume.

The result is that as long as she recovers, she directly skips the difficult transformation of the second evolution, and can directly enter the peak of the second evolution.

Her current physical data is actually comparable to that of the other party's physique when she and her mother blamed each other in the underground parking lot for the first time - let her now go back to that time, and once again stage the confrontation between the two concealing their identities. , she can definitely beat her own mother to death on the spot with three punches...

But what is the price of evolution?

So the loss of strength is real, and the strain and contusion are also real. Now she really feels that her body is hollowed out and her waist is overwhelmed.

Only her coma was fake, she just fell asleep.

After all, with her vigilance, it is difficult to really fall asleep in this situation. It seems that for such a long time, she sleeps peacefully either hugging Loli Xiong, or on the lotus lap pillow.

Thinking about it, Aliya felt that she hadn't seen Lianhua for a long time and missed her.

Of course it's not greedy for her body, it's just missing her, friendship, pure friendship.

The old dean was thoughtful, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just nodded and handed a document to Alia.

"what is this?"

"Regarding the mutant individual killed by you, the preliminary inspection report." The old dean said calmly: "I asked some old friends, I got it from the National Academy of Sciences, and the Ninth Bureau has not seen it yet. .”

"..."

So why is everyone around me so connected?

The scene cleaned up by the Ninth Bureau, the individuals who were moved back by the Ninth Bureau, and the academicians of the National Academy of Sciences even directly conducted inspections and research in the Ninth Bureau’s research institute, the report actually came to you first?

Aliya took the report, looked at the detailed data, and gave a thumbs up sincerely: "It's too strong!"

"You can watch it, but you can't take it away." The old dean sat down on the chair next to him and began to peel the apple gracefully: "If it is a professional like Ms. Lu Yanqing who knows the principle of blood-borne viruses, she should be able to understand it." ,Right?"

"...Of course, I knew what it was when I saw it." Aliya smiled, saying that she was actually very knowledgeable.

Although she only learned a little bit about the existing medical terms and related systems in her recent study, thanks to the special version of "Huangdi Neijing" given to her by the old dean, it turns out that interest is the best Teacher, when a person studies for a certain goal that he wants to accomplish, he will have a very powerful learning ability.

For example, the subjective initiative of a person who is forced to learn encryption and decryption and a person who wants to get the encrypted compressed package of a super nice set is completely different.

The latter can blow up all search engines, and the time spent is even a small problem.

Although Aliya can't understand some overly professional terms, but relying on her strong memory and all-wisdom plus points, she can completely record the key data like a camera - and then give it to the strong brother to read Just look at it.

It's just that the nouns she can understand now are enough to make her pupils shrink.

The body data of this person after the mutation, to a certain extent, is already comparable to that of the Demon Sword Girl—cooperating with his blood with special flammable properties, it seems to be a super-sized humanoid self-propelled thermite grenade.

"It's... a terrible thing!"

"The description given by Baili is that during a certain period of time, he heard special music as a trigger condition, and it was a Merry Christmas song, which triggered the hypnotized personality of the other party, and then erupted with this level of power... ...It can be concluded that this should have undergone a certain degree of drug transformation, but it is still terrible, such a method is hard to guard against."

"So compelling?" Aliya smiled and handed back the information: "I've read it."

"...You don't have any special feelings?"

"No." Aliya is very honest: "No matter what method the opponent uses, in the final analysis, he still has to face me, so no matter how clever the opponent is, the last thing I have to do is very simple, that is to punch me down .”

She hasn't asked the Q version of Quantum Dragon God what to do with the first-level divine favor crystal she ingested into her body.

But thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing difficult to deal with - as long as it does not melt into the blood, it is impossible for this thing to be digested in the digestive tract. Just get out of the body.

The little fairy can't do that - but then again, compared to the little fairy, will the domineering president suffer from constipation?

When you are constipated, do you narrow your eyes dangerously, and say a line like "come out" with a sneer at the corner of your mouth?

Ai Xiaoxian felt that she should ask her own father, after all, he is a living and domineering president.

Switching to Spirit Vision, Aliya just wanted to see where her mother was. After all, where is her mother? Now her father should be there—but the sharp pain in her eyes made her close her eyes tightly. Eyes closed.

"uh-huh--"

With a muffled groan, Aliya pressed one hand against the bedside table.

The old dean put down the freshly peeled apple: "What's the matter, what's the matter--what's the matter with you?!"

"I... no, I'm fine, there may be something wrong with my eyes." Aliya said so, trying to open her eyes, but the pain was so severe that even her tolerance was unbearable.

Although she still remained calm, the bed sheet she was gripping tightly had already shown obvious wrinkles, and her fingernails pressed against the palm of her hand through the bed sheet, forming deep marks.

Pain, heartache.

Although she has never lacked the experience of fighting with various opponents, adding swords and axes, and experiencing all kinds of strange pains, but this kind of stinging pain accompanied by darkness covering all perception is something she has never seen before. new version.

If I have to say it, it’s probably like kicking my thumb against a steel needle, and the pain of the steel needle just embedded in the nail cover is intensified hundreds or thousands of times, and then transferred to the eyes...

The old dean didn't turn pale in shock, she just frowned and observed Alia's current appearance, then stood up abruptly, and slapped the calling bell on the bedside.