binary dead train

Chapter 407 Harvest, and the soul 30 years ago

After listening to Iliad's narration, Turing rubbed his eyebrows.

"Remember what you said when we first met?"

"Uh..." Heine fiddled with the hair on the side of the earring, and turned her eyes to the side, "... spend some money to find two chicks to celebrate?"

"So that's just your poor 'dress-as-a-boy' gambit...yes, that would explain your hyper-reactive 'men-phobic' eccentricity, and your pink communicator, I I remember that you still have a pink collar... Then according to what you said, it was your younger brother who called me earlier, not the 'Iliad' I knew."

"That's right. I've been hiding it from you for so long, I'm sorry...Actually, I think I should have told you when you finished your first promotion match, but it doesn't seem so necessary...But according to Iliad, he Think it touches on our real purpose, feel free to say it..." "Okay."

The Iliad...or Heine's troubled thoughts made Turing feel a familiar smell:

"This is not an important matter. So, after my phone call, it was you who left the lair, and the real Iliad, who is using your current body, came to the lair to exchange with you The body, so that you can skillfully use the resources you left in the stable area to assist me... Heh, body exchange is really absurd. How does it feel to use the body of the opposite sex?"

"Hey... don't make fun of me, this is a last resort." Heine blushed unrecognizably, "If you really want to know, you can try it on a woman's body. There are many accidents in the city People who die but can't pay for cloning, they can only use random bodies distributed by welfare agencies... that's the worst. At least I just swapped with my relatives. In the eyes of quite a few people, body replacement It's just changing to a suspension car..."

"So, when you went to collect clues from Trent, did you go by yourself, or did your brother go there?"

Weak body, plus the Iliad... Hearing He Yin's constant thoughts gave him a headache, and he couldn't help thinking about the signs before, who was who, and he felt dizzy more and more. strong.

"Of course I went there myself. As I said, there are many methods in the secret hall. Maybe it's not the information leaked from me at all. My brother shouldn't be the object of your suspicion."

"But at least I know that you like to wear pink underwear, but your younger brother with a woman's body... Forget it, you have never heard of this analogy."

Halfway through this sentence, Heine's face was already blushing:

"Anyway...it doesn't matter how you wear someone else's body, just like you use Manik's body now!"

But when Turing thought about whether Heine's "shy" expression had ever secretly appeared on a man's face, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"In short... this matter is not over. I haven't confirmed whether Iliad...that is, your younger brother is trustworthy."

"Hey, hey...he called the reporter, and he also called you. You don't have to do this..."

"I know you can't think of such a way with your half-bottled brain."

Heine: "..."

"However, I suddenly discovered a detail." Looking at Hein, Turing showed a meaningful expression, "Your brother uses your body as a courtesan to wander around high-end places, that is to say..."

"Stop! What strange things are you thinking!" Iliad raised his voice, his face flushed and interrupted Turing's words, "I absolutely, absolutely don't want to let those scum touch a hair of mine of!"

At this time, the door opened.

A boy dressed in punk came in with all kinds of messy food, just in time to see Heine who was roaring, and immediately froze in place, facing the pink-haired girl's angry expression head-on:

"Won't you knock first?"

"Hug...sorry!"

The younger brother bowed again and again, put down his things and left.

Even the "big sister" who ran back halfway, Heine still seemed to retain enough prestige.

Heine picked up the large pile of food and placed it directly on Turing's bed, showing a casual bandit demeanor.In this woman's body that originally belonged to her, she seemed to have lost a lot of restraint, and gradually exposed more of her true nature.

Turing frowned looking at these foods. There is no doubt that they are all fast food, and they are all "junk food".

"This place is not very easy, so you can just make do with it." Noticing Turing's disgusted eyes, Heine said helplessly.

Shaking his head, Turing no longer had any ink stains, dense mycelium grew out of his entire upper body, turning into a big mouth with sharp teeth, he swallowed all the things in front of him, including the packaging and shells, and spit out a big mouth with a heavy belch. Heaps of indigestible food waste, still crumpled.

Heine on one side had already retreated to the wall, and her neat pink hair exploded in fright:

"you……"

"It's much better now." Turing twisted his neck and made a crisp crackling sound, "There is something wrong with this body, and the inhibitor has been used up. You should have a lot of broken copper and iron here, go get some parts Come, I'm going to fix the machine."

"Hey, hey... I'm not your little brother, I'm your manager!"

"Don't talk nonsense, go quickly."

"Oh."

Heine pushed the door open and left.

This pink-haired punk girl was Iliad, which eliminated most of Turing's sense of insecurity and made him feel more at ease in the unfamiliar environment, especially in his current weak state.

But that hunting beast...

His eyes froze suddenly.

Insect-shaped, acid-spitting, with double rows of tandem appendages on its back... It made him so embarrassed, this account was recorded first.

However, thanks to it, it seems that another characteristic of the extremely vicious strain has been discovered... The original plan of Turing was to rely on the strong regenerative characteristics of the strain to escape through short-term fusion when faced with an irresistible threat, and then designed The predetermined malignant transformation suppressor will activate the solution perfusion, allowing the hyphae to enter a weakened state and separate from itself.

The final situation was similar to what was expected, and there was no danger, but the process was a little different. He did not fuse with the mycelium, but the mycelium gave birth to "children" under the pressure of survival, and the detonated "children" A unique "riot" state has been achieved.

In that state, Turing's perception became blurred, and all human needs were abandoned, leaving only the most primitive biological instinct - survival.

In order to survive, the fusion of mycelium + Manik's body in the "runaway" state transforms the entire underground environment to adapt to survival, and makes the body tend to change into a changeable and unfixed form.

For human use, it almost cost one's life to cut off the arm of the hunting level, if it is for the body of the Hawker beast...

"However...the idea of ​​the media is really good."

"Often a piece of news will attract not one reporter... but a whole swarm of flies. If things go well, everything will be blamed on Karim, even if there are traces traced back to Yili... well, powder For the hairy punk girl, the gang can also be discarded as an abandoned child. In any case, the truth of Yassen Claw is already in front of us. Although this trip has been very rewarding, unfortunately, I have not yet obtained the core technology ..."

After summarizing his actions, Turing fiddled with "Returning Soul", and soon Heine returned and brought Turing, who had regained his mobility, into a more secluded room.

"This was originally a place to store weapons. The level of secrecy in the gang is relatively high. You can get that stuff with peace of mind. I've also asked someone to bring you what you want."

Turing nodded, and after scanning for a week, he came to the center of the room.

There are scattered discarded electronic components piled up here, and Turing quickly picked out the needed parts from them, and used mycelium to assist, replacing the wiring and trimming the unit casing for "Returning Soul".Seeing Turing's skillful movements in human form, Heine couldn't help but say:
"I said... Blaze."

"You used to be a mechanic?"

Turing stopped what he was doing, glanced back at Heine, and screwed on the last self-made reinforcement screw with his bare hands: "I told you, scientist."

Heine: "..."

"All right."

Putting the machine on a metal table on one side, Turing connected the line to the line interface he grafted.

"Bright!"

Heine's eyes lit up, and she walked to the lit red light:
"Is this 'returning soul'? Returning the soul? Can it read the stack body?"

"You don't need to tell me all your mental activities." Turing lifted the industrial backpack, took out the stack body with the stencil from it, found the slot above Guihun, and sent it in.

The indicator light turns red to yellow and starts blinking.

"This works... unbelievable, this thing actually works? I just watched you hammer and fiddle for a while... and this is an instrument from 30 years ago, wait... there is a Tumi Chamber of Commerce on it control stamp?"

"Perhaps the dead in this stack will be killed by your nagging, Iliad."

"It's Heine!"

"Quiet!"

After being yelled at by Turing, Heine pursed her lips and brushed her ears and hair, seeming to calm down unconvinced.

"Beep--"

The yellow indicator light turned green, made a crisp sound, and a simple holographic image popped up——

[Welcome to the Soul Interrogation Program *&%, connecting to the Great Holy Grail and confirming the identity of the user...]

"This is?!" Heine turned pale with shock.

[Confirmed user is: Captain &*/%, detected the loaded stack body, do you want to start /*-@? 】

Amidst the garbled characters, Turing clicked OK.

Obviously, this is the "cracked" interrogation system, and it may also be the reason for the bumps along the way, but in any case, it works as long as it works.

A row of progress bars appeared in front of the two of them, and they began to read slowly. At the same time, a large number of broken abstract graphics were gradually built behind this crude holographic image, gradually pieced together into a rectangular interlaced appearance.

beep.

After reading, the colorless staggered rectangle lit up with a green light, and a circle of graphical sound columns jumped slightly for a moment:

"Ho..."

"Speaking!" Heine suddenly became excited, even more excited than Turing.

"Hello?" Turing tried to ask, but the other party didn't respond.

Turing raised his hand to stop the frizzy Heine, and waited quietly for more than ten seconds before the voice came again from the voiceprint:

"What is this place?"

Then, the voice became extremely frightened:
"My God, where is this? Why... why can't I see anything?!"

"Hello." Turing narrowed his eyes.

"Who is it?! Who is talking?! Let me out!!!"

This voice does not belong to humans, it is more like the cold mechanical sound that the machine has read the consciousness in and conveyed through the sound amplifier.

"Hello, you can call me Blazer."

"Blazer? I don't know... What do you want? Are you sent by Arson Claw?"

Arthur Crow?

Turing and Heine looked at each other at the same time.

This past "soul" is still in a state of confusion, it seems that he doesn't even know that he is dead, sealed in the stack.

"What's going on?" Turing asked in a low voice.

"Maybe... it's memory loss, because I just woke up from the stack. This situation is very common, and it will recover soon. But... this guy actually knows Arsyn Klaw?"

"Do you know about Yassen Crow?" Turing went straight in.

"Know?" The voice suddenly rose, "No... No one is more familiar with that mercenary scum than me..."

"Do you remember who you are?" Hein spoke, but after this question, the voice fell into silence again.

Those rectangular figures were strongly distorted and deformed, expanding into ripples, which seemed to show the emotions of this soul. After another ten seconds of silence, the fluctuations paused:
"Who am I...Of course I remember who I am..."

"I'm……"

"The Lord of the Westland Arena..."

"Lorian Witt!"

　Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival.

September 22, today is my birthday, so I won't fight today, and I will make two updates in one update.

Happy birthday to me, it's time for the annual cake.

Tomorrow will continue to update the content of [-] words to [-] words.Thank you for your recent feedback, which can help me adjust the rhythm of the plot, and I will read every book review carefully.

　
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