Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Pink Skeleton

Looking at Ge Gongdao's back when he was taken away, Zhuang Xuteng couldn't help but sigh: That's really a burly guy.

It wasn't so obvious when he was sitting next to him, but it was especially obvious when the PCPD sandwiched him on the left and right: the two people together were only slightly wider than him, and on average a head shorter. The broad shoulders and thick arms gave him a

He gives people a sense of threat, no wonder the petty thieves here are intimidated by him.

The door was closed behind Ge Gongdao, leaving Zhuang Xuteng and ten other "prisoners" behind. They had their own thoughts. Only four of these people were captured from last night's protest scene, and the others were already here.

Unfortunately, Zhuang Xuteng didn't know anyone, so he didn't see any of his coworkers who survived the chaos.

Several pairs of feet passed in front of him, and some of them belonged to the guys who wanted to steal his wallet before, which made Zhuang Xuteng nervous. He held his breath, secretly clenched his fists, and was ready to protect himself, while never raising his head, at least

Don't look directly at them. I heard that these gangsters will take direct eye contact as a provocation.

When those feet walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. The members of these gangs have a common feature. They have black motorcycle tattoos on their necks. Members of motorcycle gangs have motorcycle tattoos.

The more there are, the higher the status of the gang. It is said that these people are not only vicious but also very greedy. They often fight for small profits and have no sense of proportion.

These people had already targeted him before, but were temporarily deterred by the strong Ge Gongdao. Now Zhuang Xuteng can only rely on himself, and the best solution is...

He took out the pockets of his trousers and jacket and showed them directly to those people: two keys, a synthetic gummy candy, and a handkerchief. It was this handkerchief that held up the bulge in his trouser pockets before. It was not a wallet at all.

"cut……"

There was contempt in his voice, but it also meant that the gangsters from the motorcycle gang had lost interest in Zhuang Xuteng, and he was safe for the time being. Zhuang Xuteng carefully put away the candies and keys, held the handkerchief and walked to the water room next door.

The holding room is divided into two rooms, large and small. The large room is used to place benches and criminals, and the smaller room has a toilet and a sink. The two rooms are not covered from the outside, and the PCPD can see everything clearly through the railings. Two

There is a wall in the middle of the room. If you go there to wash your face, you can at least avoid the sight of the Black Bat gang.

Zhuang Xuteng needs to relax and take a look at his own situation.

I staggered to the sink, washed my face first, took a few sips of water, and then looked at the aluminum mirror embedded in the wall. Except for some shallow scratches on my face, the person inside was in good condition:

His face was rosy and healthy, and his eyes were sparkling. Zhuang Xuteng frowned, feeling that something was very wrong.

He knew very well what state he was in last night, which was almost paralyzed and helpless. He once thought that he was finished. Even if he could survive the chaos, he would be a burden to his family, and he might as well die.

At that time, his muscles were weak, and he was completely picked up from the ground by the PCPD, pulled and thrown into the police car, and thrown into the holding room. After that, his body began to recover miraculously, he could feel his hands and feet, and his heartbeat became strong again.

He was strong. He struggled to get up from the bench, but before he could sit on it, or even have time to check himself, he was pulled away by the PCPD for interrogation.

During this period of time, he clearly felt that his body was being continuously repaired by an incredible force.

"Is it the thing from last night?"

There was once a shadow-like thing that penetrated his body. He thought it was some kind of living shadow, but he was not sure. On the one hand, it was very chaotic at the time, the surroundings were in chaos, and ghost bullets were still flying around his ears.

There was too much noisy information; on the other hand, his body was paralyzed, his limbs were paralyzed, his vision was hazy, and his whole mood was in a state of panic, and he had never seen a living figure. If he saw it wrong, listen

It is quite normal to make a mistake or misremember.

"What if my guess is correct?" Zhuang Xuteng looked at himself in the mirror and had a thought in his mind: "Except for Ying Cong, nothing can make me recover completely so quickly."

Many powerful people who use shadow followers can quickly recover from injuries, and can even regrow limbs, and survive even if half of their heads are blown off. Such effects can only occur through shadow followers, and it is still unimaginable in today's medical technology.

something that reaches.

Shadows are powerful, mysterious, and can be seen everywhere. Shadows are found in all electronic devices, including the bathroom in this detention room. The fluorescent lights above the head and the monitoring heads in the corners are all connected to the shadows by wires.

Work from the core and obey the orders of the core.

Zhuang Xuteng recalled the basic education he received from the vocational school: There are three types of shadows: living, dead and half-dead. The control chips of electrical equipment use dead shadows, and living shadows are used in body transplantation and enhancement.

, there are half-dead shadow servants inside shadow slave equipment such as pistols.

Only living shadows can give people strong recovery capabilities, and shadows that can penetrate into the body can only be alive. This is common sense. At the same time, another piece of common sense told him: without the help of special surgery, living shadows can directly

Entry into the body will inevitably result in immediate death.

So at this point in the analysis, Zhuang Xuteng's common sense had become self-contradictory, and he was even more uncertain.

"By the way, if it's a shadow follower, there should be traces on my body."

Carefully examining the body, including the limbs, chest and abdomen, he tried to look for "shadow birthmarks". Shadows entering the body will leave traces as long as they work, which will inevitably cause changes in the skin, which appear as geometric figures of different colors.

Common ones include blood-red hourglasses, blue-green heterochromatic eyes, and two rows of teeth biting a purple tongue. They are often located on the limbs, and a few of them are entrenched in the chest and abdomen. Most of them appear in a state similar to tattoos, and some of them appear like tattoos.

Shows the effect of scar connective tissue.

These birthmarks will not be cured by the regeneration ability, they will only become more and more obvious with the use of shadow followers. The legendary security captain of the Scarlet Group, the legendary shadow warrior "Badenberg", every inch of his skin has been affected by shadows.

From the birthmark coverage, his original appearance is completely unrecognizable.

After a thorough search on his body, no new birthmarks were found, and Zhuang Xuteng also thought of another thing. When he couldn't move, the shattered wall scratched his cheek, and this part of the wound is still there.

He has not fully recovered. If his paralysis can be recovered, then this skin injury should be healed earlier.

Is it not possessed by a shadow or paralyzed?

Just when he had this idea, a pink mist appeared from behind him, stretching out like a tentacle. The bottom of the thing was thinner than a little finger, and the top was about the size of a thumb. It was translucent, and the surface was uneven.

The shadow roughly outlines the shape of a skull.

Uh-huh! What is this!

Zhuang Xuteng was so frightened that he took two steps back. He suspected that he was possessed by a shadow slave, and there were many fantasies about "getting rich instantly", but when he actually experienced such a strange thing, he was filled with panic.

What should I do, what should I do? He found that he was actually not prepared.

He has a whole set of "how to spend money lavishly after getting rich"... No, he has fantasized about a dozen different plans. But for the first step, that is, how to get rich - or more accurately - how to deal with the shadow of

, he never thought about it at all.

How to cultivate a shadow follower, how to tame a shadow follower, how to use a living shadow follower, is not taught in school, and is not taught in society. Zhuang Xuteng doesn't know it! Even though he is possessed by a living shadow follower, he still survives, and something that does not conform to common sense happens, then

You can’t think about whether it is reasonable, you have to think about what to do first!

"Calm down, Zhuang Xuteng, you have to calm down." He said to himself in the mirror, and gave a ardent reminder: "No matter what, don't lose your shadow first, otherwise you will lose everything."

Adjust your breathing, stretch out your trembling hand, and slowly reach towards the pink skull. "Don't be afraid, little guy, I won't hurt you, and don't bite me..."

Ying Cong is not a pet cat or dog, and the pink skeleton did not react at all to Zhuang Xuteng's words. The thing felt cool, slippery, and felt a bit like jelly. However, this "jelly" is not a real solid substance, and you only need to apply a little force with your fingers.

, it can be punctured - but it will not be damaged.

Seeing the pink skeleton restored, Zhuang Xuteng breathed a sigh of relief - he was scared to death just now and thought he had stabbed the shadow to death. Then, the skeleton opened its mouth wide, as if it was tired and yawned, and then quickly retracted

, disappeared from behind Zhuang Xuteng.

Can a living shadow be so vivid? Zhuang Xuteng felt that his mind was almost lost. No matter where this thing came from, as long as it is a living shadow, it must be very valuable. This is the most important thing.

Who should I sell it to? Who can buy it? Of course, there is the most important thing: how to make Yingcong obedient?

The company must know how to deal with it, but Zhuang Xuteng did not dare to go to the company unless his own safety and interests could be ensured. Just when he thought of this, he knew that this idea was unreliable. The company still owed him severance pay and compensation, why?

Can trust the company!

Gangs and companies are the same, and they are more vicious and cannot be found. Maybe the city government agencies can give it a try, provided that they can find out the ins and outs. Similar to this are mercenaries, and there are also shadow followers among the mercenaries.

, there should be a way, but he doesn’t have the means yet.

City government or mercenaries, this is a question. Zhuang Xuteng could not make a decision for the time being, so he decided to take it one step at a time.

After all, it’s good to be alive now! So many people died at the protest site, which one of them really deserves to die? Looking back, it was really strange at the time. The workers had already discussed and decided on the strategy of the protest, and resolutely implemented the "orderly, no-nonsense"

How come a fight broke out out of nowhere based on the principle of "conflict"?

"Maybe it has something to do with the mercenaries? They actually have other purposes for sneaking in? If that's the case, I definitely can't be with them. Besides, selling Yingcong is just a far-off water, it can't quench the immediate thirst. At the moment, the only way to go is the mercenaries.

, are there any other ways to make money quickly? But you can’t join a gang to do bad things..."

Zhuang Xuteng frowned and worried. He thought about it and decided to wait for Ge Gongdao to come back and ask him. As long as he denied that the mercenaries deliberately caused chaos, he could try the mercenary route.

He thought to himself: Even if it is a little harder to be a mercenary, it is better than having no way out. Find a way out first, and then think about making a fortune.

"There has always been a future, but where is this birthmark? Oh, I guess it's on the back..."

He looked in the mirror and found a pink skull with a weird smile on his back. It was about the size of his thumb. It seemed like this was the birthmark of the shadow. Why was it so small? It seemed like the shadow had never been born.

Strong, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sell it for much money?

Anyway, he didn’t know the price, so there was no point worrying about it. But finally there was something consistent with common sense, and Zhuang Xuteng found his backbone. He returned to normal, got dressed, and continued to think about mercenaries.

"It's broken. I forgot one thing. I forgot to tell Ge Heifian about the instrument!" Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while, then finally shook his head and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. It's just a lie detector instrument. It doesn't affect the overall situation.

.As long as he doesn't talk nonsense and get himself into unnecessary trouble, I should be able to see him soon."

Zhuang Xuteng was dragged into the interrogation room. His body was weak and his mood was panic. But Ge Gongdao walked into the interrogation room with his head held high and his chest high, smiling. He lifted up the handcuffs that rattled because of the chain.

He greeted the PCPD in the room. "Thank you for your hard work. Actually, you don't have to go to such trouble."

His performance directly attracted the attention of the blue shirt in the corner. He glanced at Ge Gongdao a few more times, then lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingers while thinking.

"Stop talking nonsense and sit down on the chair!" Three police officers in black uniforms pressed Ge Gongdao's shoulders together, stuffed him into the restraint chair, and then passed the iron chains of handcuffs and leg cuffs through the fixed fixtures on the floor.

Ring, tightened so that he could not move at all.

"Hey, be gentle, it hurts!" Ge Gongdao looked around, acted very familiar, and said with a calm face: "You don't need to bother, save your energy, I will definitely cooperate, no matter what you ask, I will tell you. I

He is just a mercenary, serving everyone enthusiastically..."

None of the PCPD people smiled, and their faces became even more gloomy. At this time, the man in the blue shirt sitting in the corner said: "Just put the instrument on him and see what kind of condition he is."

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