life copy game

"Does it hurt?"

Si Enji raised the automatic stitcher in his hand.

"No pain."

He Ao shook his head slowly, and then he glanced outside the crack of the door.

Jia Qian was sitting on a chair eating ice cream and watching TV, she didn't peek over here.

"I don't have much anesthesia, and the effect is not that good. If there is a problem, you must tell me,"

Si Enji glanced at He Ao's calm expression, then controlled the automatic stitcher in his hand and continued to move forward.

During the whole process, He Ao kept the same expression, without even frowning.
It wasn't until the whole stitching was over that He Ao's slightly tense muscles relaxed a little.

"ox,"

Si Enji gave He Aobi a thumbs up and put away the automatic stitcher, "Old guy, have you really never been a mercenary or killer before? But the mercenaries and killers I have seen, The willpower is also much worse than yours."

He put the automatic needle sewing machine in his hand aside, picked up the wound medicine on the table, "A person like you, in any mercenary group, can quickly become a sharp knife for the entire mercenary group."

"Are you helping me point out the path of re-employment in old age?"

Howard looked at him with a smile.

"Now the mercenary group is very competitive,"

Si Enji evenly and carefully applied wound medicine to the wound, "The streets are full of young people who can't find a job. Although the Kaijet consortium has kept the price of mercenaries very low, at least they have something to eat. Better to die in the wilderness than starve to death in the streets."

Having said that, his voice gradually decreased.

It wasn't until he finished applying all the medicine that he looked at the hideous wound on He Ao's waist and said with emotion,
"Old man, at your age, it is difficult to recover from this kind of injury in a short time. For many elderly people, this kind of injury and complications are enough to take their lives. Even if you are in better health than them, you must be very careful. ,"

While dressing He Ao with a bandage, he continued, "In theory, I should advise you not to move around for the next two or three months, and you should even be hospitalized for a period of time."

He wrapped the bandage around and around, "But you probably won't listen to my words. After applying the medicine, it's best to go back and rest for a while, and don't move too much, otherwise the wound will easily collapse."

"Well, I pay attention."

He Ao nodded, and slightly pressed the bandage on his shoulder.

Si Enji handed him the coat that was still intact and tidy to put on, and He Ao picked up the crutch that was leaning on the side, and walked out of the house.

At the moment they are in the back room of Sienji Clinic.

After realizing that He Ao was seriously injured, Si Enji brought He Ao here.

"What are you going to do next?"

After walking out of the back room, He Ao looked up at him.

"as you said,"

Si Enji glanced out the window, "Go and ask yourself."

"Good luck."

He Ao glanced around, raised his crutches and saluted.

"old man,"

Si Enji looked at him and said softly, "heal your injury."

"I try my best."

Ho nodded.

Then he walked over to Cathy who had finished eating the ice cream.

"Grandpa, where are we going next?"

Cathy looked up at Grandpa.

"Let's go home first."

He Ao reached out and rubbed her little head.

"Okay~!"

Jia Qian nodded excitedly, then she looked up at Si Enji, "Goodbye, uncle!"

"Goodbye Cathy!"

Si Enji also said goodbye to her with a smile.

He walked to the door and watched He Ao and Jia Qian walk out of the clinic, into the off-road vehicle parked outside the door, and finally disappeared into the deep night.

He raised his head and glanced at the bright moon in the sky.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his bracelet.

Lines of text are projected

Christos······Nolanka Group······Miners Mutual Aid······

Each line of text is a name, the name of a person, or the name of a group.

This is his collection of names that have been caught in the news since the appearance of 'K' and seem to be changing the world's names.

-

A SUV drives on a quiet street.

Jia Qian sat on the back seat, leaning her small head against the edge of the window, her chest rising and falling slightly.

He Ao withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror.

Cathy fell asleep.

The little girl was so tired, she didn't sleep all the time while waiting for He Ao, and she didn't sleep well last night either.

And she is in the age group at the moment, just when she needs a lot of sleep.

The vehicle slowly drove into a stable road section, He Ao let go of the steering wheel and let Eve drive the vehicle, while he himself opened the bracelet and looked at the document just received in the bracelet.

This is a piece of key information compiled by Eve, from the core host data of the headquarters of Evolution.

The key information in this document is much more than the information obtained from the branch of evolution.

Although it seems that some of the most secret information or knowledge has not been recorded in these materials, the remaining information has also solved many of He Ao's doubts.

First, there is the record about Nighthawks.

In these materials, it is clearly mentioned that it is the method of cultivating pollution monsters given by the Nighthawks from the Evolution Servant.

However, Nighthawk didn't kidnap and kill people as they imagined. Instead, they kept those polluting monsters starving, and then continued to conduct analysis and research.

So Evolution had no choice but to kidnap the couriers and takeaways, make some disappearance cases, and then blame Nighthawk.

Evolution's official documents do not detail the details of these events, but Eve found many work plan files on the staff's computer about kidnapping ordinary people and framing Nighthawk.

I have to say that the process of Evolution is very good. The kidnapping and framing are all made in the plan, and they need to be approved by the superior.

Through these planning documents, Eve also followed the clues to find the personnel who contacted the pollution cleanup department from the inside of Evolution.

It was this person who reported Nighthawk to the headquarters of the Pollution Cleanup Department about raising pollution monsters.

But judging from other documents, this person also died 'accidentally' after Nighthawk's death.

There is no information about how he contacted the pollution cleanup department and what kind of 'accidental death' he had.

However, there is another piece of information related to Nighthawks recorded in these documents.

In the month that Nighthawk disappeared, it was Evolutionary who first found the Nighthawk's trace through its keen sense of pollution, and launched an attack on Nighthawk before the Pollution Cleanup Division.

Although all the core materials of the incident at that time seemed to have been 'destroyed', He Ao still found some side information about these actions through Eve.

For example, the information of the operatives at that time, the message records in the internal forum of Evolution, and so on.

A small portion of this information reveals the 'locations' where the participants in the operation went to hunt down the Nighthawks.

Then He Ao roughly pieced together five locations where Nighthawk had appeared based on these incomplete information.

Immediately he asked Eve to present five locations on the map.

These five sites are located in four urban areas of San Jon, all far away from each other, and cannot be connected into some kind of line.

He Ao stared at the towering buildings around these locations, thoughtfully.

After that, he closed the map and continued to look at the information behind.

The last thing related to Nighthawk from Evolution is that they suspect that Nighthawk's body is hidden in the city's sewer system. After all, it is the most hidden place, so they have been sending people to look for it, but they haven't found it yet.

In addition to the information related to Nighthawk, there is another very critical document among these materials.

Fusion feeding method of polluting monsters.

This method only reached the C level, and did not break through the limit of the C level, but it basically outlined the fusion method of the pollution monster.

The most important of these is 'painting'.

The paintings left by the painter named 'Listener' that He Ao had seen from both the headquarters and the branch during the evolution.

These paintings are divided into three levels by those who evolved from them.

The lowest level is the picture hanging on the wall that He Ao saw in the first-floor corridor of the charity foundation in the branch of evolution.

Those hanging pictures can quiet the general taint monsters, while at the same time can screen out people who are 'suitable' for fusion taint monsters.

People who can be attracted by those paintings have the potential to merge with pollution monsters, so they are also used by evolution to screen 'newcomers'.

That's why He Ao was able to see those hanging paintings on the first floor of the Branch of Evolution.

The medium painting is the main way to fuse the pollution monsters.

This kind of painting can no longer be directly watched by ordinary people and low-level transcendents. If transcendents below C level look at paintings of this level without any preparation, it will directly affect their spirits and cause them to mutate into pollution. Monsters, or souls are directly torn apart.

At the same time, they can attract the attention of almost all pollution monsters, so that these monsters can be quiet.

And those who want to fuse the pollution monsters need to use some special ritual to cooperate with this kind of painting.

The content of the ceremony is very simple. Use human blood to draw a circular pattern on the ground, and then draw a slender crescent pattern in this circle.

The concave side of the crescent is facing the direction of the painting, the pollution monster and the person who wants to merge with the pollution monster, one is placed in the lower corner of the crescent, and the other is standing in the upper corner of the crescent.

After everything is ready, control the pollution monster and people while looking at the painting ahead.

The two lives affected by the painting will come together and merge at the center of the crescent.

The physical body is not painful during this fusion process, but the spirit will be violently torn and insane. Those who fail to survive will lose their minds and become completely monsters.

If it survives, it can maintain its human form and basic sanity to a certain extent, but it is full of desire and hunger for human flesh and soul.

This hunger will not be filled by eating, they will only get hungrier as they eat more.

If you can't bear this kind of hunger, you will completely become a monster.

However, this kind of mid-level painting can only lead the integration of extraordinary people below C level and ordinary people and monsters.

After reaching the C level, the highest level of painting is required.

But this so-called 'highest level' can only integrate pollution monsters below the C-level limit.

The way to break through the C-level limit is not mentioned in this document.

It seems that this file is for the boss of the Scorpion Gang's "peripheral C-level" information.

After all, the boss of the Poisonous Scorpion Gang has reached the limit of C-level, so he can't go down.

And the film cutter has broken through the C-level limit.

So Evolutionary Cong actually has a way to break through the C-level limit.

And He Ao can probably guess what the core of this method is.

The painting full of twisted lines hidden in the ceiling of the filmmaker's office.

The degree of pollution shown in that painting has probably exceeded the 'highest level' defined by the followers of evolution, and it belongs to the hidden secrets of the followers of evolution.

That's why it's hidden in the ceiling.

The core of the entire evolutionary existence is the method of fusion with the pollution monster, and the core of this fusion method is the weird paintings drawn by the 'listeners'.

They directly used these paintings to replace the process of connecting with high-level beings in the ceremony, so that they could directly borrow the power of some high-level beings to help them integrate without any belief.

Of course, if that high-ranking being is still conscious, this method of 'stealing power' can easily incur punishment from the high-ranking being.

But Evolution has been working for so many years, and it is still doing well.

This means that the high position exists, and perhaps it is impossible to issue punishment.

There is a high probability that these paintings are related to the winding hill, and after He Ao 'entered' the winding hill, he did not feel any 'living' consciousness.

Even though God of War has been dead for so many years, he still has the remaining will to return from death at any time.

The shadow that emerged from the deep sea of ​​thinking in the last copy seems to have been dead for many years, but it still has the ability to arrange the means of resurrection.

And there is almost nothing left in the winding hills.

And in the last scene where He Ao was ejected, he vaguely saw purple blood and flashing thunder.

It seemed to be the 'reverberation' left over from an ancient battle.

He Ao didn't see the appearance of the thunder clearly, he just heard the deafening thunder, but the power of the thunder vaguely made him feel a little familiar.

He withdrew his mind and continued to read the rest of the materials.

Soon, he found the 'source' of these paintings.

The hidden man, the true leader of the Evolutionary, the person who established the Evolutionary by himself.

All of these 'paintings', including the method of merging with the pollution monster, were produced by the hidden man.

It took him more than ten years of work to create this huge organization that spanned more than a dozen cities.

And He Ao also found an interesting thing,

Where there is a pollution cleanup department, there must be evolution. Of course, there must be pollution monsters in that city.

In the documents of the Servants of Evolution, there are also some 'secrets' about the Pollution Cleanup Department.

For example, the 'Breathing Spray' sold by the Pollution Cleanup Department to cover up the smell of pollution is actually made from the concentrated essence of the pollution monster's flesh and blood mixed with some medicinal materials.

Its core effective method is not to help the user 'hide the breath', but to make the pollution monster think that the person who sprayed the spray is 'the same kind', so it does not attack.

But this has no effect on the "sense of smell" of polluting monsters and rational evolutionary descendants, this kind of "cover up" cannot deceive them.

So they can clearly find Xito's son and daughter-in-law who are hidden in the crowd and have been contaminated with pollution but have used breath-masking sprays.

In addition to this information, these materials also recorded the specific location and personnel data of each branch of Evolution, as well as the crimes committed over the years.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the faint light at the end of the sky.

The surrounding streets showed a familiar look, and they had returned to Northwest City at this moment.

Compared with other areas of San Jon City, there are far fewer high-rise factory buildings belonging to the Kaijet Group.

Because there are a large number of small grain companies and ordinary factories here.

Although they have been squeezed into a corner by the Kaijet Group, they are still struggling to survive because of the legacy of the small business support policy of the Snava City Government.

And before Sinava came to power, when the Kaijet Group had not yet fully controlled the city of San Jon.

This is also one of the important strongholds against the Kaijiete Group.

At the beginning, Xito chose to settle here because he didn't like the Kaijiete Group.

-

The dim light of the early morning sprinkled on the chaotic streets.

Some homeless people who were still a little neater started to tidy up their clothes, took out wrinkled cash from their pockets, and went to a nearby convenience store to buy food.

A middle-aged man with glasses walked onto the street. He glanced around and walked to a middle-aged homeless man who was eating cold bread and cold water.

"Dude, are you up so early?"

He sat on the ground with the homeless man, handed him a cigarette, and asked with some doubts.

"Find a job,"

The homeless man looked up at him, his eyes paused for a moment, then he took the cigarette and put it in his pocket, and continued, "There is a factory that is short of laborers, working for three days, twenty federal dollars a day, to do this kind of work, You have to eat in the morning, and if you don’t eat at noon, you will be hungry and have no strength.”

"So low?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, "Isn't the minimum hourly wage in San Jon City seven federal dollars?"

"Seven federal coins?"

The vagrant glanced at him, "Brother, how long have you not worked? It was at least seven or eight years ago. The water in the waterworks has been recycled countless times. That law has long been abolished. There is no minimum wage now, and it would be useless if there were,"

The homeless glanced at the vehicles driving on the side of the road, "If the money we ask for is not lower than the machine, who will use us?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He lit a cigarette, brought it to his mouth, and slowly took it away, "The price of bread seems to have risen again recently."

"It's increased by [-] cents. I heard that the price of synthetic flour has increased."

The homeless man took a bite of the bread, "If it was before, I would definitely scold these bastards to death, from the grain consortium to the owner of the convenience store, but after my wife is gone, my temper has improved a lot."

"Your wife is..."

The middle-aged man looked at her suspiciously.

"The old disease relapsed, we had no money to treat him, and died."

The homeless man took a sip of water, staring at the bread in his hand, "People are always going to die, just like people are always going to live."

The middle-aged man brought the cigarette to his mouth, and then slowly took it away. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

"Thank you."

But before he could speak, the Wanderer whispered to him suddenly.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man raised his head suspiciously.

"I know you,"

The homeless man took a bite of the bread, "You used to be the Minister of Health, right? The small hospital you built. My wife's illness was discovered in the small hospital you built, and she was treated there at the beginning. If it weren't for you, she would have died sooner." Just die, thank you."

The middle-aged man's hands trembled violently, and the cigarette held between his fingertips was constantly scattered with ash. He raised his trembling hand and brought the cigarette butt to his mouth.

He opened his mouth, but it seemed as if a hand was firmly pressing down on his chest. In the end, he only slowly squeezed out a sentence from the gap between his lips,
"Feel sorry."

"You saved her, I should thank you,"

The homeless stuffed all the bread in his mouth into his mouth, "You have done everything you can, and we all know that you have reached your limit."

After a brief silence, the middle-aged man put the cigarette butt in his hand to his mouth, and took a slow puff.

Finally, he seemed to have made a big decision, saying softly, "I'm going to run for mayor."

"Group A of the cement factory!"

At this moment, a big man walked across the street and shouted loudly.

"This, this, this!"

A group of homeless people immediately raised their hands and stood up.

"here!"

The homeless man beside the middle-aged man also raised his hands and stood up.

The middle-aged man glanced at the homeless man's back, and instead of interrupting his work, he stood up slowly.

At this moment, the homeless man in front turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and gave a thumbs up, "Dude, I will vote for you."

The eyes of the middle-aged man froze for a moment, the faint smoke brushed his face, he nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay."

The homeless man also nodded, turned and ran towards the big man who called his name.

The middle-aged man raised his hand, brushed his earlobe, connected the Bluetooth headset in his ear, and made a call.

"Senji? Did you send that email for real? Are you really going to..."

As soon as the phone was connected, before the man could speak, he immediately asked questions like cannonballs.

"Well, I'm ready."

Sienji said slowly.

"If I remember correctly, you are 45 years old this year."

Said suddenly on the phone.

"Well, I know that when Snava committed suicide, he was also 45 years old. We will finish the road he did not walk,"

Si Enji turned his head slowly, looked at the sunshine in the sky, and at the people walking on the road under the sun, the names seemed to appear in front of his eyes again,
"At least we're not alone."

Nearly [-] words, ask for a ticket