Cyber Daming

Based on his experiences in the past six months, Wang Qi felt that he might be a time traveler.

However, some problems may have occurred during the time travel, which caused him to not only forget his past life experiences, but also lose the memory of his current body.

The reason why Wang Qi was so sure was that he used the money he had saved from hard work in the past six months to go to a medical clinic.

Although the medical clinic is located in an inconspicuous corner, in the words of his foreman, the Nongxu doctors here are the most skilled among the black medical clinics in Jinling City. Although the fees are not low, they are definitely Excellent value for money.

"They said you would die at the third watch, and the King of Hell will never keep you until the fifth watch."

The foreman's unswerving tone made Wang Qi put aside his worries and decided to use all his savings to try for hope.

If you can really remember your past, even if it's not your past life but this life, you may have the opportunity to escape from the current embarrassing situation of being an orphan and a poor man, soar into the sky and start a wonderful life of your own.

Unfortunately, things always go against expectations.

The doctor said that apart from his genes being more ordinary than ordinary people, he had no other physical problems.

As for why he lost his memory, he didn't know the reason.

When he heard this, Wang Qi's first reaction was to get his medical fee back.

But after seeing the other party's cold smile, his arm muscles suddenly swelled, and his clothes bursting with bare hands, he gave up the idea completely, packed up his things and ran out of the hospital.

However, although this inspection put an end to Wang Qi's fantasy of finding his family and staying with relatives and friends, he still did not completely despair.

Because he has always hidden an ulterior secret in his heart - that is, there is a fist-sized ball of light in his body.

As a deep fan of Huangliang dreams, Wang Qi's biggest interest after working part-time is to experience various bizarre worlds in those low-charge forbidden Huangliang halls.

Whether it's meat, vegetarian, salty or wet, whether it's the children of Jianghu, princes and generals, or the free and easy cultivation of immortality, or the struggle for hegemony in another world, Wang Qi has experienced it all and has never been picky about food.

Judging from the rich 'experience' he has accumulated in the past six months, this unknown light group is obviously the golden finger that is often seen in the background setting of Huangliang's dream. It is also strong evidence that he believes that he is a time traveler.

After all, if I am really like the doctor who squandered my savings, I am just an ordinary person who has difficulty even becoming a follower. How can I have such special benefits as a time traveler in my body?

Although there was no movement in this light group, Wang Qi believed that the suffering in front of him was only temporary.

There must be something special about him, but it is just because of some special reasons that he is currently in the shallows.

But as long as he finds a way to activate the light group, he will definitely be able to escape from the abyss and become a blockbuster!

Huang Liang's dreams are all set like this.

Just when this 'pretentious' psychological activity was in full swing, a strong sense of hunger suddenly poured into Wang Qi's mind at an inappropriate time.

Although the old saying goes, "No matter how poor you are, you can only beg for food. If you don't die, you will always come out." But the prerequisite is that you have to eat and not starve to death.

Thinking of this, Wang Qi sighed and reluctantly put aside his fantasy of how to govern the Ming Empire after ascending to the throne.

You still have to find a job to fill your stomach first. This is the top priority.

Wang Qi changed the direction of the backpack containing his only remaining belongings, hugged it tightly in his arms, and squeezed into the underground passage leading to Datong Street Dilong Station along with the crowded flow of people.

As soon as he entered the station, a terrifying smell that could make people faint on the spot rushed into Wang Qi's nose.

Needless to say, there is no need to mention the ordinary smell of sweat and body odor. The smell of metal rust and the smell of rotting flesh and blood caused by rejection of the prosthetic limb are the real fatalities.

However, Wang Qi, who has been working hard at the bottom of Jinling City for half a year, has long been accustomed to this dirty air, and even has a soft spot for the faint fishy smell unique to metal.

Or to be more precise, there is an inexplicable intimacy.

Dilong Station, which is buried ten feet underground in Jinling City, has always been a gathering place for all kinds of low-level people.

Moxu Company, which is responsible for the operation, doesn't care if you are a gangster, a fugitive, or a thief. As long as you can take out genuine treasure money to buy tickets, you can travel here without any hindrance.

You can even stay here temporarily.

Because the guards responsible for the security of Jinling City will generally not enter here unless some extremely vicious gangsters enter this underground world. However, if they want to search, they must obtain the consent of the Dilong operator.

It is said that this is a tacit understanding between the Confucian and Moxu forces in Jinling City.

However, Wang Qi only heard about it and didn’t know whether it was true or false.

The small waiting platform is like a noisy market. Vendors with vulgar expressions can be seen everywhere, approaching passengers furtively, winking and whispering softly.

The goods exposed in the open clothes will either make people's blood rush or make them shudder.

In some corners filled with garbage, there were many figures lying here and there. Only the occasional twitching proved that they were not corpses.

These people are just swimming in Huangliang's dreamland.

Because of this kind of twitching, Wang Qi is very familiar with it.

Whenever he gets tired of browsing the dream world and starts to have sex with various female characters, he will also twitch like this.

And the frequency and amplitude are much stronger than these people.

Such a slight movement proves that there are only a few drops of blood essence left in these people's bodies and they are almost drained.

Wang Qi retracted his contemptuous gaze, carefully and politely rejected the vendors who came up to sell goods again, moved his steps, found a relatively less crowded position, and waited quietly for Dilong to enter the station.

His destination this time is Shanhefang. I heard that there are many Moxu workshops and studios there that are recruiting 'domestic workers'. The treatment is better than that of the lowest-level 'work slaves'. Not only do they get considerable remuneration , and also provides food and accommodation.

However, correspondingly, the recruitment threshold for "domestic workers" is higher than that of "work slaves", and applicants usually need to have special skills.

Although Wang Qi's third leg was not particularly long at present, he still decided to believe in his inexplicable affinity for metal.

Maybe I might be the only genius in the manufacturing industry, a piece of rough jade that can become a great material with a little polishing.

Suddenly, wisps of cold wind blew in front of the platform, blowing Wang Qi's greasy hair hanging in front of his eyes.

This is a sign that Earth Dragon is about to enter the station.

Wang Qi took a deep breath, and while protecting the backpack in front of him with both arms, he spread his elbows to both sides, firmly blocking his current position.

As the steel train that looked like a giant dragon slid to a stop, the moment the door opened, Wang Qi, who was standing at the front of the waiting crowd, just relaxed his footsteps and muscles slightly and was pushed directly into the carriage by the crowd behind him.

Wang Qi had quick eyes and quick feet and grabbed the seat in one step.

The crowd on the platform was like ants returning to their nest, and soon they all squeezed into this cramped ant nest.

After a brief but violent swing, the earth dragon began to move towards the next station.

Wang Qi did not take advantage of this gap to take a nap as usual, but quietly looked at the man sitting opposite through the gap in the crowd in front of him.

He always felt that the other party was also looking at him.

Feeling Wang Xie's vigilant eyes, Li Jun showed him a smile that he thought was very kind.

But the other party looked away in panic like a frightened rabbit, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"There is nothing special about this person. He is not even a follower. Why is the Jianai Institute monitoring him?"

Li Jun turned his head to look at the person sitting next to him and asked softly.

With a face like bronze, a short beard on his lips, and a calm temperament, he turned out to be Qin Ge, the head of the 10th Serious Case Room of the Jianai Institute of the Central Branch.

"I don't know either."

Qin Ge sighed: "Qin Ge doesn't have much information about the other party in his memory. He only knows that the surveillance task came from his immediate boss, Rong Lu, the head of the serious crime department of Jianai Institute."

"Is there really something special about him that I can't see?" Li Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Based on my many years of experience as a boss and helping people, Mr. Zou, when this happens, either Qin Ge does not have enough authority and is not qualified to know the secrets. Or there is nothing special about this person in the first place. It’s just that I have been in contact with some important people, so I was targeted by Jian Ai.”

Qin Ge, or Zou Sijiu, frowned and said slowly: "However, the possibility of the latter is relatively low, but it does not rule out those who are vicious and like to play the trick of 'I would rather kill the wrong than let go'" "

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

This is Li Jun's usual way of doing things. Even Zou Sijiu has figured it out for the time being, so there is no need for him to waste time on such things.

"By the way, when did you change your vest?"

Li Jun glanced at Zou Sijiu from head to toe and asked jokingly.

"last night."

Zou Sijiu had a sullen face and answered in a very stiff tone.

"Why? That woman's status is too low to be useful?"

Zou Sijiu snorted and said angrily: "Stop talking, that woman's waistband is really loose. I suspect she slept in the Jianai place all the way. If I continue to use her identity, Master Zou will have to do it sooner or later." Chastity is not guaranteed!”

"So you last night?" Li Jun said in a longer tone.

Zou Sijiu glanced at him sideways and said coldly: "If I really get shot in the back, do you think Jianai Institute can still be as peaceful as it is now?"

"That's right. If anyone dares to stab Mr. Zou, he will at least be killed and his blood will flow like a river."

Li Jun had a wicked smile on his face, which made Zou Sijiu feel angry.

"Can we still talk? If not, I'll get off the car."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the business."

Seeing that Zou Sijiu was on the verge of going berserk, Li Jun stopped joking with him. While sitting up straight, he glanced at Wang Qi opposite him.

With his eyesight, it was not difficult to see that Wang Qi, who seemed to have fallen asleep, was actually tense with his muscles and one hand reached into his backpack.

As long as he senses anything strange about him, the other party will probably empty the magazine directly at him without hesitation.