When Luo Cheng opened the store door, he walked in slowly. The middle-aged fat man was packing his things with his back to Luo Cheng. When he heard the door ringing, he quickly turned around and said with a smile: "Welcome."

Luo Cheng first glanced back and then his eyes fell on the throat of the middle-aged fat man. What he had to do was very simple. Draw out his short sword, slashed hard on that place, and it would be done in one second, and then turn around and leave.

However, when Luo Cheng saw the honest and kind-hearted smiling face of the middle-aged fat man, he was suddenly stunned.

It is difficult to identify the successfully parasitic antimatter life, but after entering the combat state, their bodies will undergo various changes, such as the growth of many skeletons, bone spurs, and the hands become sharp claws. Luo Cheng saw countless strange things when he was an audience in that starry sky, and he also knew their different ways of fighting. Therefore, in Luo Cheng's subconscious, his prey was the same. Although he did not enter the combat state, he would definitely reveal many traces and flaws.

But standing in front of him is clearly a living person, the other person's smile is natural and vivid, full of honest joy.

Luo Cheng is not a blind follower. When encountering things, he always thinks more about why than others. Of course, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Sometimes, being too cautious will miss opportunities and cause unnecessary losses. But more often, staying cautious is the only magic weapon to survive in troubled times. His fists are always faster than his brain. How can he resist open and hidden arrows from all directions, understand each trap, and overcome difficulties?!

Luo Cheng felt a little doubt in his heart, because no matter how he looked at the person in front of him, he did not look like an antimatter life, a monster that was parasiticized.

"Young man, what book do you want to find?" said the middle-aged fat man enthusiastically: "The ones inside are fantasy books that are very popular, the row outside is comics, and the one on this side is..."

"I'll take a look." Luo Cheng said softly.

"Okay, OK," the middle-aged fat man responded, then walked to the side, pressed the two switches on the wall, and the two ceiling fans above the bookstore slowly turned.

Luo Cheng's doubts became deeper. This was another humanistic move. Moreover, most bosses would turn off all the appliances that should be turned off when they received the last few guests. How much can they save? The middle-aged fat man actually turned on the closed ceiling fan again. This is truly considerate service. Will an anti-matter life understand what kind of kindness to others and make money with harmony?

Luo Cheng was thinking while walking among the bookshelf. The middle-aged man waited for a while and packed up his things again.

"Boss, are you going to close?" Luo Cheng asked.

"I'm not in a hurry, young man, look for it slowly." The middle-aged fat man smiled and said, "Anyway, I don't have much to do when I go home. At most I'm going to watch TV series with my wife. Oh, it's a torture... It's better to stay in the store for a while."

"If you don't want to watch TV series, just turn to Taiwan." Luo Cheng also smiled.

"Hehe... Don't look at the guests here and call me boss. When I get home, I'm a third-class citizen. The remote control belongs to my wife and the mouse belongs to my daughter. Even during festivals, it's not my turn to touch me. If you want to smoke a cigarette, you have to sneak into the kitchen to turn on the range hood." The middle-aged fat man shook his head as he said. He was complaining, but his eyes were filled with happiness that was about to overflow.

Luo Cheng didn’t know how to describe his mood. Is the information of the intelligent brain wrong? How could such an ordinary and happy person be an antimatter life?!

Luo Cheng's eyes swept between the bookshelf aimlessly, or gave up? Eliminating the parasitic monsters, there is no problem. He can do it without hesitation, but killing people... is another matter.

Finally, let’s take a look. If you can’t find any flaws, you must go back and ask the smart brain.

"Boss, do you have any books on space physics here?" Luo Cheng asked.

"Space physics?" The middle-aged fat man was stunned.

"Well, it's a book introducing the antimatter world." Luo Cheng looked casual, but the middle-aged fat man's every move could not escape his observation. Whether the muscles on his face were beating abnormally, whether the pupils changed, the frequency of eyelashes shaking, etc. Details determine everything. If the other party is really a parasitic monster, he will definitely reveal clues when he suddenly hears the antimatter world.

"Young man, you've found the wrong place. I've been bestselling here." The middle-aged fat man shook his head and said, "You have to go to the big bookstore to find physics books."

"No? What a pity..." Luo Cheng paused: "Boss, why don't you tell me something? I'm very curious. You came from that place and you must know a lot."

"I... what do I know?" The middle-aged fat man was obviously confused and speechless, and then smiled bitterly: "Don't be happy with brother. I'm just a technical secondary school graduate. I haven't learned anything well when I was a child. What material things are... I really don't understand."

"Then forget it." Luo Cheng had already confirmed that the other party was not abnormal at all. The one who was wrong was the Intelligent Brain. What was about to happen in the near future was a history of hundreds of years ago for the Intelligent Brain. It was normal for the information to be wrong: "Boss, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay." The middle-aged fat man waved his hand and said, "At this time, the big bookstores are closed. If you want to buy physics books, you can only wait for tomorrow."

"I understand, thank you boss." Luo Cheng smiled and walked towards the store door.

As the two of them passed by, a little red light suddenly appeared in the boss's pupils, and then the red light became more and more powerful. Finally, the whites of his eyes were dyed blood-red, which corresponded to his honest smile, making him look particularly strange. Then he pulled out a dagger with a cold light from the bottom of the table, jumped up, and rushed towards Luo Cheng quietly like a ghost.

Luo Cheng didn't notice it at all. He felt a little discouraged and accepted the first task with confidence. As a result, the target information was distorted and he had to give up his actions. This was not a good start.

Just as Luo Cheng was about to push the door and walk out, he suddenly saw two red lights approaching his back from the reflection of the glass. He was able to wake up in time because the two red lights were too weird and too conspicuous.

Luo Cheng lowered his body like a conditioned reflex, and a stinging pain suddenly came from his left shoulder, and then a sharp blade burst out from under his shoulder blades, blood splashed out and sprayed on the glass door.

If Luo Cheng's movements were half a second slower, the dagger would pierce Luo Cheng's heart!

Luo Cheng let out a muffled groan, then shook his head back, and the back of his head hit the middle-aged fat man's face.

Luo Cheng was dizzy when he was hit and staggered to the glass door. The middle-aged fat man was also hit and his face was blooming. He made a sharp tragic sound from his mouth. It turned out that the parasitic monster also knew the pain.

The effect of two years of transformation, learning and imaginary training was obvious. Luo Cheng responded correctly and tried his best to launch the most fierce counterattack while suffering a sudden attack. He did not ask to kill the opponent immediately, but he must effectively cut off the opponent's second and third strikes, and try his best to get out of contact. In this way, when the battle occurs again, at least face to face, both sides stand on the same starting line, without the difference between active and passive.

Luo Cheng turned around and rushed towards the middle-aged fat man. Although the middle-aged fat man was also injured, his body was extremely flexible. He rolled on the spot and reached out to slap the switch on the wall, and the store immediately turned black.

Luo Cheng had no expression on his face and continued to rush forward. His sensory sensitivity was far beyond ordinary people. He suffered a great loss just now because he was absent-minded. This darkness could not defeat him at all.

The middle-aged fat man didn't know Luo Cheng's ability, so he opened his arms and quietly rushed over from the side, curled his fingertips into claws, and buckled towards Luo Cheng's throat.

The middle-aged fat man's fingertips were about to touch Luo Cheng's neck. Luo Cheng suddenly turned around, waved his right arm, and a faint light flashed away.

The middle-aged fat man rushed over to Luo Cheng and knocked down a row of bookshelfs. His body twisted on the bookshelf for a moment, and then he was silent again.

Luo Cheng stood silently in the dark for a long time, walked towards the store door with his legs open, and his hand paused on the glass door for seven or eight seconds, then gently pushed it, and the glass door turned into a starlight.

Walking into the stars, a voice from the intelligent brain came from the front: "Are you injured?"

"I know." Luo Chengman replied, then crossed the sword of the short sword in his hand and slapped the sharp blade that came out of his chest.

The dagger flew far behind him, inlaid among the stars, and a bunch of blood spilled out like a fountain.

"It's too rough, it will make your injury worse." Zhibu said.

"It's okay." Luo Cheng smiled: "It hurts a little, so it will make me remember this lesson."

"Lesson?" Zhizhu paused: "I'm very surprised. How could you get hurt when dealing with a parasite with extremely low combat power?"

"I thought he was a human, and thought there was something wrong with your message." Luo Cheng said lightly, his face was not as angry as he was deceived, nor ashamed of making mistakes, and he always remained calm: "Is there no way to accurately distinguish them?"

"It was not possible in the early stages of the war." Zhizhu replied: "Later, many parasites became government officials and military officials. If they could easily distinguish them, humans would not suffer such huge losses."

Luo Cheng stopped talking, walked to the chair and sat down slowly, but Zhizhu did not let him go.

"To be honest, I doubt your ability. This is a minimum level trial and there is no difficulty." Zhizhu said: "If you can get hurt in such a task, you may not even survive the first outbreak of the invasion war."

Generally, young people with strong spirits will inevitably feel ashamed when they hear such merciless doubts, but Luo Cheng's expression is the same and only listens silently.

The intelligent brain has the potential of "auntie". I have been talking endlessly. Anyway, the central idea is to use various arguments to prove that Luo Cheng's performance is too poor and his future is worrying, etc.

Luo Cheng remained motionless, and blood kept flowing out of the wounds in front and back of his shoulders.

"You should be treated for your injury." The Intellectual Brain changed the topic: "Is it a quick fix or a normal fix?"

"What's the difference?" Luo Cheng finally spoke.

"Your injury is a serious penetration injury. If you choose to repair quickly, it will return to normal in ten minutes. The expected energy consumption will exceed 300 points. If you choose to repair normally, the time will be as long as twenty-four hours, or more. The expected energy consumption will be around 30 o'clock." Zhizhu said: "It is recommended that you choose normal repair because our energy reserves are seriously insufficient, and I just checked your energy absorption device. After completing the task, you only gained four points of energy."

"In other words, I made a loss-making deal." Luo Cheng smiled and said, "It's normal to repair it."
Chapter completed!