Technician’s Manual

  Chapter 107 Rats Shackle Cats

  Chip processor, is it a corpse?

At this time, Harvey took off his prison uniform abruptly, because his body was smeared with the whipped blood coffee and his clothes. When he took it off, he could hear a crisp'hissing' sound. The countless wounds that had just stopped bleeding were torn apart again, and the blood fell from Knuckle-wide wounds flowed out, flowing along his dark back, and suddenly it seemed as if countless eyes were weeping.

"Actually, I'm quite surprised that you can know the processor." Harvey said while wiping his body with a towel: "This is not a knowledge point that will appear in the education of the foster home. Most people in prison don't know their own. The chip is being manipulated by something, just like an ant can't see the person above it."

   "What imprisoned us is not a prison, but a chip. Broken Lake is just a room in the Kingdom of Blood Moon."

Igola hugged his hands against the wall: "I pretend to be a well-informed person. I often go to the upper class. I even made plans to be imprisoned in Broken Lake. That's why I deliberately explored the operating mechanism of Broken Lake Prison. Luckily to learn about the existence of the processor... you are a scavenger, how could you know such secret information?"

  Three points of arrogance and seven points of suspicion, Igola adjusted his tone just right, and quietly stirred the ‘Resonance’ magic spirit while speaking, trying to detonate Harvey’s emotions. If Harvey really knows the secrets, he will definitely not wait to show off the news and the source.

However, Harvey just looked at Igola in his glasses and asked calmly, "Have you all been to the hospital? Have you discovered that there are no private hospitals in the blood moon country, only the affiliated hospitals of the research institute and the obstetrics and gynecology hospital. "

  "Isn't this normal?" Igola felt inexplicable: "Even if there is a private hospital, I won't go to it. The affiliated hospital has low fees, good reputation, guaranteed, large number of medical staff, and there is no room for survival in private hospitals."

"Generally speaking, medical doctors are of all races, humans, snake lizards, elves, orcs, and even ogres..." Harvey said, "but there is a department in the hospital, and there is only one in it. Race, other than that race is not allowed to join the department at all."

  Lang glanced at the blood stain on Harvey's back: "Since it is related to the research institute, the race you are talking about must be the blood saint... But which department are you talking about?"

  "Department of Remains Treatment."

Harvey wiped his wounds with a towel, his face was distorted with pain, but he still calmly said: "If you say, the research institute is to keep the body treatment department firmly in his own hands, so it opened. Affiliated hospitals, it is forbidden to issue private medical licenses, will you believe it?"

  Ya Xiu was naturally at a loss—for a department, he opened a hospital? I bought crabs just to dip it in vinegar?

However, Igola seemed to have passed an inspiration check and asked: "I remember that your most serious crime was'disposing of a corpse without permission,' and the Blood Saints Research Institute wanted to have a firm grasp of the source of the corpse... Is it a very precious resource?"

"The corpse is not only a resource, but also their taboo." Harvey smiled slightly: "You were surprised that the chip processor was a corpse, but what if I told you that all the blood saints are corpses? "

  Axiu recalled the arrogant white-haired hunter Gerald, who could not connect him to the corpse. Although he is very good at playing cards, he is obviously a clever man with a quick brain, and he is only a little bit close to him.

   "The corpse...yes, it's the corpse, that makes sense!"

Igola suddenly realized: "I have also thought about why the blood saints have a long life and are immortal. It is clear that the longevity species like elves will also age. I used to think it was a miracle effect, but if it is a corpse, of course it looks. It will freeze at the moment of their death!"

   "Speaking of which, I have seen the Blood Saints before, and I did not hear their heartbeats." Ronald held his chin and said, "Lonner, you are the Moonshade, you should know more, right?"

  He turned his head, but found that Langner’s expression was strange at this time, or that he had no expression at all, did not speak, did not turn his eyes, and looked straight ahead, like a stagnant wax figure.

   "If he is the Moonshade, he can't respond to this topic." Harvey said: "The Blood Moon two clans signed an oath when they changed their races and must maintain the secrets of both parties."

  Axiu asked: "This means that the processor that controls the chips of all executed prisoners is a blood saint!?"

"Don't worry, I haven't said there yet." Harvey said: "The Blood Saints have been hiding the secret that they are corpses, and at the same time they control all the sources of corpses, in order to prevent anyone from studying the corpses to learn the necromantic faction-death. The spirit faction is currently the only magic faction that can control corpses!"

"In other words, the necromancer is the natural enemy of the blood saint. Although I cannot easily manipulate the blood saint like a corpse, if I oppose the blood saint of the same level, unless the opponent is also proficient in the necromantic faction, Otherwise, I'm sure that he won't even be able to urge Shu Ling to wipe out his soul in the dizziness and confusion, and turn it into a real corpse!"

  Igola raised his eyebrows and reserved his opinion on Harvey’s statement.

  Each faction magician will say that his faction is the strongest, just like Igola firmly believes that the psychic faction is the strongest faction, Harvey is so mad about the necromantic faction, there must be a lot of water in it.

  The saying, ‘because our faction is so powerful, we are blocked’, almost every unpopular faction will circulate.

  Lonah also had a similar attitude. As the banished Moonshade Clan, he must know more, but because of the bound by oath, he could not reveal anything.

And Ronald and Ashiu both had an expression of'You are so amazing, I confuse you'. Ash made a fist and said excitedly: "Okay, if Hunter Captain Gerrard catches up when you escape from prison, give it to Harvey. You have to solve it!"

  Harvey's face froze, "Although it is a natural enemy, it is not possible to fight three wings with one wing..."

  Well done...Igola glanced at Ah Xiu, thinking that he was the man who deceived the deceiver. With a single sentence, Harvey's position was suppressed. In the face of admiration, it is a language trap of bad water. Is this the talent of the leader of the cult?

Harvey changed his words: "However, although I can't compete with the real Three Wing Sanctuary Blood Saint Clan, if the other party falls into a special state of sleep, it's a different matter. For example...Used as a chip processor The remnant of the blood saint!"

  What Harvey said next, reminds Asia of a term: biotechnology!

  Because of the technician system, the technology of the technician in this world is very advanced, like the back-neck chip is a derivative of the technology of the technician. However, the chip is at most people's mobile terminal. It is no problem to send and receive information, watch movies, listen to music, and use it as a locator. However, if you want to control human behavior through the chip, it must exceed the limit of the chip's function.

  The needs that cannot be satisfied by the ‘functional limits’ are naturally filled by ‘miracle’. But the only one who can cast a miracle is a magician, and only a magician.

  Even if the magician is dead, as long as certain conditions are met, he can perform miracles.

  The so-called chip processor is actually the corpses of the blood saint clan wizards who have returned to the virtual realm. The blood saint clan magicians use the miracles of the necromantic factions, alchemy factions, and electromagnetic factions to recycle these corpses, and finally turn the corpses into terminal processors that can automatically receive and send chip signals!

  This is not only environmentally friendly and energy-saving, but also imaginative. It breaks the theoretical limit abruptly. It brings the technology that may be invented hundreds of years later, and gives the executed prisoners in prison a refreshing experience in advance.

  But Asia Xiu had a question: "If you only need the corpse of the magician, it doesn't have to be the blood saint, right?"

"The following is my guess." Harvey said: "Although the existing blood saints are corpses, they have no souls to return to the Void Realm, and their bodies live forever. It is easy to draw a conclusion-their souls remain in In the flesh, if you further speculate, most of it is left in the blood."

   "Even though most of the soul in the corpse has disappeared, there may still be a little soul fragment in the blood and flesh."

  Igola understood immediately: "Resurrection?"

Harvey nodded: "For the Blood Saints, the corpse does not mean complete apoptosis. "Becoming a processor" may be an important step in the resurrection ceremony, and not all blood Saints magicians become " "Processor", this may even be a benefit that a high-level technician is worthy of. "

"By the way, I have specifically tested that when I turn on the chip light curtain to browse movies or play curtain games and other complex operations, the soul energy will be significantly depleted, but it will quickly recover, even for the magician. Perceived. As for why this soul energy is consumed, it can be explained as the energy for running the chip, but it can also be explained as...the nutrients needed by the corpse."

  Axiu felt uncomfortable all over her body, and subconsciously scratched the back of her neck. It seems that everyone has a tube on the back of their neck, and a dead and old corpse is on the other end. The corpse is absorbing the nutrients of living people every second.

   "Hey! Okay...ooh!" Ronald shuddered, and suddenly rushed to the cubicle to face the toilet and threw up—he was so sick that he threw up!

  Harvey put down the towel, turned around and looked at them next to the sink: "So, are you willing to accept me?"

  Now even Igola couldn’t provoke him: "Archibald, you are welcome to join."

  "Don't worry, I will ask for proof." Harvey asked: "You should have a way to disarm the chip? If you can't disarm the chip, the so-called jailbreak is just a not funny joke."

  Igola nodded: "Yes."

  "Well, at least the plan has the possibility of success. But before I join, you must first sign a contract and promise me a request—"

  "Necromancer~www.readwn.com~Igola's voice was cold: "I admit that you brought very interesting information, but it is only interesting. Up to now, I have not seen what contribution you can make to the escape. "

  Lang patted Ronald on the back to make him vomit more comfortable, and said: "You said you can control the corpse as a chip processor, that means you can directly change our chip permissions?"

  Harvey shook his head: "No, you must use the "Sinner List" to modify the prisoner's permissions. Unless we can cross our mark from the "Sinner List", we will never reduce the chip prohibition.

   "Then what's the use of you?" Igola's expression got worse.

   "Although I can't reduce our restraints, I can increase the restraints of others. It is difficult to open the shackles, but it is easy to add shackles to others.”

  Harvey stroked his neck with his hand: "The chips of the prison guards are also under the jurisdiction of the processor."

  　PS: Two more six thousand words.

  　　 It’s the last day of the month, it doesn’t make sense to not use the monthly pass when it’s time to use it!

  (End of this chapter)