Sweep across the Doomsday Proving Ground [Unlimited]

Seeing Xu Zhuo standing up suddenly, the boss was not very surprised.

After all, in this black market bar where fish and dragons are mixed together, he has seen too many customers. Those who are covered with black cloth, or unkempt, have never seen anything.

So for Xu Zhuo's reaction, he just pushed the wine list forward: "If you want to order wine, remember to call me."

After speaking, he pulled his sleeves, turned around and took out a wine glass from the dilapidated disinfection cabinet.

At this moment, he heard Xu Zhuo say, "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" The boss pinched the bridge of his nose, "Don't look for me if you don't drink, I'm busy."

Xu Zhuo: "How did you get the injury on your arm?"

The boss was stunned.

He didn't seem to react much.

"Here is the cuff." Xu Zhuo pointed to his shirt, "Since just now, you have pulled the cuff a total of nine times. Excluding the need for actions such as pushing the wine list, there are still seven times left."

The boss narrowed his eyes.

"In these seven times, it was mainly the cuff on the right side." Xu Zhuo said, "so it is reasonable to suspect that it is trying to cover up something."

The boss didn't answer him directly, and the dim light from the bar hit his high cheekbones, making him look even more weird and abrupt.

"This is the black market."

The boss just said this sentence.

Xu Zhuo: "But I want to know."

The boss smiled when he heard this.

"Young man, don't rush forward with everything." He said slowly, "If you know too much, it's easy to get burned."

Xu Zhuo didn't say anything, he watched the boss take a few steps forward, and then slowly rolled up his cuffs——

Horrible arm scar.

Starting from the wrist, the scar snaked horribly to the elbow, and the skin turned up in a strange arc.

Xu Zhuo's gaze moved up and finally landed on his elbow.

I saw scars all over the surrounding area, and the position of the chip became a black hole, gnashing its claws and claws eroding the surrounding intact skin.

"This chip is with me, and it disappeared a long time ago." The boss sighed and recalled, "At that time, the black market could accommodate some people, so I fled here and have survived until now."

"what reason?"

"I made a mistake at the time and did some contraband business in the besieged city." The boss said, "When I was captured by the supernatural organization and was about to be executed, I suddenly lost consciousness."

Xu Zhuo frowned upon hearing this: "Lost consciousness?"

"Yes." The boss said, "When I wake up again, the chip will be gone. The surrounding area is bright and sunny. It is a small and simple medical room, which is secretly set up outside the besieged city."

"Is there now?"

The boss shrugged: "Who knows, but at that time, I saw that the people lying there were all people without chips like me, and the people standing there were all covered with black cloths, which looked creepy. But why? At least I got my life back, so I didn't think much about it at the time, so I left quickly."

He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly said in a low voice: "When I left, guess what I picked up?"

Xu Zhuo looked up at him.

The boss looked at him for a few seconds and giggled.

The thin masseter muscles trembled a few times, and he suddenly leaned over and spread out his palms.

He saw a badge on his palm.

Xu Zhuo just glanced at it, and saw the silver ears of wheat and the handle of the knife.

"This thing is very rare. People who are not from the highest department of the supernatural organization can't get it." The boss narrowed his eyes again as he spoke, and his madness gradually overlapped with that of Cheng Xi. "Those who know supernatural abilities There are people who kill people, but there are people who save people, you say...is it a strange thing?"

Xu Zhuo left the bar at midnight.

The black market was still brightly lit, and when he left, the boss was entertaining a guest.

Seeing the expression of non-stop greeting, it is probably an old customer.

Although the people here are basically dressed in the same way, Xu Zhuo just looked at it from a distance and felt that he seemed to have seen it somewhere.

This clock tower points to twelve o'clock.

A dull bell sounded in the distance, and it came crashing down.

Among them, there are countless people wandering in the outer area, as well as the sound of begging at the gate of the black market.

"I beg you, give me something to eat..."

Hearing this, Xu Zhuo didn't stay too long, he raised his eyes and took another look through the fog of the bar glass.

Without thinking about going back, or doing any illegal supplies in the black market, Xu Zhuo took the last train and went directly to the sixth district of the besieged city.

The train shook, and many people leaned on the old and faded seat backs, lowering their heads and nibbling on dry bread.

They looked numb, as if they were used to this kind of life.

And Xu Zhuo just lowered his head and leaned against the train door, not paying much attention to them.

It seems that after a long century, the old-fashioned train finally whistled and arrived at the station.

Following the crowd, Xu Zhuo strode towards the copy of Ives.

When these test sites in the besieged city are not open on weekdays, special abilities will be reset based on the performance of the test subjects in the previous test.

At this time, No. 2305 and No. 2308 are in front of the console of the Ives copy.

"This time the subject is pretty good. He has basically been to all the venues that he should go to, and he was able to retreat unscathed." No. 2308 held a thick notebook and recorded the collected data.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and he let out a sudden hey.

Before he finished, No. 2305 knocked on his forehead directly, warning him: "Don't try to find excuses to be lazy."

"No, how dare you."

"Then what are you, you look like a human being at first glance."

No. 2308 beat around the bush: "I just want to ask something."

No. 2305 stared at him, and after a while, a word popped out: "Say."

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Number 2308 suddenly approached, and the hoarse mechanical voice was almost suppressed into a bubbly sound, "...Colonel Gu, why didn't you come this time?"

"what?"

"It's not that he has been in charge of the finishing work of a lot of test sites this year. He is also on the list responsible for the reset this time, so there is no one."

2305 heard about it, and thought about it seriously.

But obviously thinking ability is limited.

"Maybe he went to rest." No. 2305 made up his own reason, and still thought it was quite reasonable, "Didn't you just come out of the investigation room, have you ever seen someone who doesn't let himself go?"

Number 2308 froze for a moment.

rest?

At this time, No. 2308 suddenly realized that their boss is a human being, and they really need to recover physically.

But it's strange to say that he seems to have... not realized this for a long time.

In a daze, No. 2308's head was photographed again.

"Don't reset the hall data again, be careful Colonel Gu will come to see you tomorrow." No. 2305 said, turning around and picking up the recording board that belonged to him.

There's really not much they can do.

Except for those supernatural beings who patrol outside the door and prevent the subjects from entering by mistake, they are mainly responsible for clearing the data of each venue, and then making a little optimization, such as setting up a few more scenes, or optimizing the system language.

The setting sound of Didi immediately sounded in the venue.

Looking at the words being updated on the data board, No. 2308 suddenly felt a little bored again.

For some reason, they have been working overtime these days, and they don't even have enough inspection rooms. They even somehow created a test field for checking chips, and even got their boss into it somehow.

Number 2308 doesn't understand.

But I dare not ask too much.

He looked at No. 2305, who was working hard, and complained in his heart.

Just as he withdrew his gaze and glanced at the red curtain under the console, he suddenly let out another hey.

number 2305:"……"

This is intentional.

"Don't stare at me like that." No. 2308 said, "I seem to see someone."

"Tell me honestly, did you secretly bring wine, what nonsense are you talking about?"

No. 2308: "No, I really saw someone, right there—eh?"

What about people?

No. 2308 stared dryly for a while.

It wasn't until he was slapped on the head by No. 2305 that he looked away embarrassingly.

When I turned to look at the operating screen, a tall figure swayed under the curtain.

The way to the darkroom is familiar.

The big hole in the water tank has not been repaired, and the ghost faces scattered around are still pale.

When Xu Zhuo passed by, the grimace stepped on by Gu Chengye rolled around in a circle, and then stopped suddenly.

Xu Zhuo stared at the head for a few seconds, then kicked it into the iron bucket.

There is still a red cloth hanging on the platform.

Hearing the faint sound of beeps coming from the position above, Xu Zhuo secretly affirmed his speculation.

He didn't rush to the corridor, he stayed quietly under a red curtain, as if waiting for some opportunity.

Keen hearing plays a very important role at this time.

Following the rapid beeping sound, he quickly determined the position of the console, as well as the possible blind spots seen by the console——

The moment he was confirmed, he turned sideways quickly and walked along the red cloth to the corridor.

Still the same as before.

The skylight fell in through the window, quietly sprinkled on the desk and iron bed in the cement room, dragging out the shadows.

Three pieces of old letter paper were placed on the table, still the same as before, but under the light, the folded part had shadows, as if a paragraph was written on it.

Such a scene seems to overlap with somewhere in memory again.

Xu Zhuo took the letter paper and sat down on the iron bed.

The wound is still painful, but it seems to be relieved by leaning on the cold iron.

Although Xu Zhuo had no expression on his face, his brows were still slightly frowned, thinking about something.And at this moment, a piercing pain suddenly struck.

In an instant, it occupied all of Xu Zhuo's senses.

The back seemed to be burning, and it went all the way up the spine, and then it became cold in an instant-as if it could peel a person off, and it spread from the muscles and bones to the nerves in bursts.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Xu Zhuo's cheek.

His vision became blurred at this moment.

But at this moment, the skylight breaking in through the window, the iron bed in front of him, and the letter paper dropped on the ground, everything gradually blended with the scene deep in memory.

Xu Zhuo bent down to pick up the letter paper.

The potion accidentally fell out of the pocket.

"Why don't you apply the medicine?"

In memory, the man's tone sounded annoyed.

Xu Zhuo knew it was a hallucination, so he frowned and propped himself up on the floor, forcing himself to regain consciousness—but unfortunately, the pain did not bring him soberness, on the contrary, it made people feel more and more confused about the virtual and the real.

In a daze, he stretched out his hand towards the bottle of potion.

The moment the fingertip touched it, the potion moved forward a few meters, and Gulu rolled towards the door.

Just less than half a meter away from the door, the potion suddenly stopped—it was picked up by a pair of muscular hands.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice hidden in a certain corner of memory sounded at this moment.

"Why don't you apply medicine?"

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be a copy.

感谢在2022-01-0402:48:14~2022-01-0502:53:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Cen Jin sells 10 bottles for external application