Chapter 7, yo yo yo, check it out, let's have a set of jianbing guozi
According to your analysis, huh! The panting fat man raised his middle finger fiercely
Regarding thinking, it seems that I have gained some insights just now
"Cut it out, brother, there are so many things I like, how can I think of them one by one!" Peng Shuai tilted her nose towards the sky, suddenly let out a light exclamation, and crawled under the table to the corpse of Mi Zishan, soon pulling out a small notebook.
Xiao Ling glared at him and said, "But there must be a screen, right?" The LCD monitor was shattered into pieces, and the screen was twisted like the scene of a car accident
The tray could not withstand the sharpness of the scalpel, being pierced multiple times in the blink of an eye. The fat man's hand was also cut, staining the tray with blood
Gazing at the diary, Xiao Ling fell into deep contemplation
Suddenly, the sound of moaning interrupted his words
The art here is undoubtedly listening to music, while the ability is clearly hand-to-hand combat. However, it seems that it could also be switched to other modes; infection is merely a general term.
However... the fat man rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't you able to copy? Just copy it, and it will be done, right? The computer page during the power outage, that was the page, wasn't it?" He is a natural talent when it comes to being lazy and taking shortcuts
Feeling the gathered atmosphere, Xiao Ling was fully immersed in thought
The sharp scalpel carved a one-foot-long gash on the back of the overweight man, with blood gushing forth like a fountain
That feeling is akin to guiding memory, as if copying an object. However, it seems that the accumulated strength is still insufficient, falling just short of being able to guide it out.
At this time, Xiao Ling would usually look down upon the fat man who talks big, having watched too many movies and television shows
It was not available before; it seems to have just been activated
The monitor was broken, and he picked up the printer again, "Thud! Thud! Thud!" The printer paper flew chaotically all over the room
Trapped beneath the body, Mi Zishan could not escape, being struck repeatedly until his head was bloodied and disfigured. Before long, he lay motionless on the table.
The overweight man stood up with his arms crossed: "Can you really discern the hidden meaning from just a few words?"
He didn't even notice, accompanied by the stirring tune of "It's My Life," the chubby man began to shout loudly, "Hey? Hey? Hey..."
Wei Feifei's complexion was flushed as she fetched gauze bandages to dress Peng Shuai's wound
However, one's weakness is not due to physical stature, but rather to strength, a pitiful strength of 4.5. Otherwise, a swivel chair would not be so difficult to maneuver.
Another faint force surged into the body with the words
"Nonsense, anyone can see that this is not a coincidence." The fat man raised his middle finger, "If you ask me, it must be these doctors taking advantage of their profession to sell human organs for profit. That young girl didn't donate at all; they insist that she did, and they cut her up piece by piece to sell..."
Obtain the task item, the Bloodstained Diary
It feels as if being hit by a small car
He can sense the heat, or perhaps... life energy? Or... perhaps he is fundamentally controlled and will not be easily tempted.
Being able to see the enemy's movements, the fat man finally appeared less awkward
He casually flipped it open, reading ten lines at a glance, turning page after page, and then cursed as he handed it to Xiao Ling
Why is there a need for a screen? The light from the screen that you replicate requires electricity, or does it need the liquid crystal inside? I must say, sometimes overweight individuals can be quite inspiring!
No, there is content on the last few pages
Yet even so, it cannot diminish his fighting spirit; wielding the scalpel, he remains fierce and formidable.
The reasoning is understandable, but... Looking at the doctor who has fallen and cannot get up, Xiao Ling shakes his head: the doctor has also been stabbed and is bleeding profusely. However, Mi Zishan decisively abandoned him... This indicates that...
"Go to hell! Just go to hell! To prevent my own misfortune, you have to suffer instead!" The fat man swung the LCD monitor on the table and smashed it down. Fragments flew everywhere, twisted and deformed.
Su Feiqing said, Wang Ying died of heart disease, and Yu Jingming was burned to death. This is heaven's warning to us about what we have done... If we do not stop, we too will die like the books
But this time it is not the case... It is not that the argument made by the overweight person is reasonable; there are still numerous flaws—when it comes to organ donation, it is difficult for doctors to profit from it; deciding which person will receive the donated organs is not something that just any doctor can determine
When Xiao Ling finally understood, he slowly spoke: "According to my analysis..." What he saw was the scene where the outcome had already been determined.
Quickly found the desired content
He collapsed, and the fat man instantly slumped down, sitting on the ground, panting like a bull, and after a while, he burst into hearty laughter
The result is that his skill is called "Infection". The effect is that he can be influenced by art, thereby enhancing his combat power, which is a distinctly emotional ability.
Chu Tiantian, donated both kidneys, with the surgeon Mi Zishan; donated skin, with the surgeon Yu Jingming; donated heart, with the surgeon Wang Ying; donated bones, with the surgeon Su Feiqing; donated liver, with the surgeon Qi Qin; donated pancreas, with the surgeon Zhong Mu Yang; donated corneas, with the surgeon Qu Daoli
Xiao Ling was still pondering. ... The first time he felt something was when Mi Zishan relied on his hearing; this time he felt something was when he still had his sense of smell ... . ... Analyzing and reasoning based on apparent evidence to gain strength is indeed the ideal way for him to fight.
The passionate and stirring song erupted. Wei Feifei raised her phone high and waved it vigorously. Her emotions were stirred by Xiao Ling's words, and she wanted to use this method to attract Mi Zishan's attention and save the chubby guy
Experience points and Destiny Copper Coins are now directly displayed on the attribute panel, and the individual who exerted the most effort, being the heavier individual, sustained the most injuries, receiving 300 experience points and 60 Destiny Copper Coins
This is heartfelt
... ... ''
As expected, Mi Zishan merely turned her head and completely ignored Wei Feifei's animated gestures.
However, releasing it this way clearly lacks sufficient power! The strength of the aura can still be sensed by Xiao Ling. Moreover, what method should be used? ... Rules, limitations ...? ... This is how power is generated, and the release should be similar, right?
Neural Knife, consumable item, can be used once. Attack power 0 to infinity. In the world, there is nothing harder than it, and there is nothing softer than it; everything depends on probability. Note: Cannot be taken out of the time-space bubble
According to diary entries, Yu Jingming from the burn department was burned to death, Wang Ying from the cardiac surgery department died of heart disease... In addition to Mi Zishan, whose kidneys were removed. Don't you think that all of this is not a coincidence? Xiao Ling said cautiously
Breathing heavily, Peng Shuai laughed heartily, shrugged her shoulders, and in the style of a black rapper said: "Yo yo yo, check it out! One set of jianbing guozi, please! Now I finally know how to play! So it's about listening to music!" She stuffed the phone handed to her by the little nurse into her pocket, glanced sideways at Xiao Ling, and wiggled her finger, saying, "I'm faster than you."
He took a mobile phone from the fallen doctor and fiddled with it for a while
As the fat man said, there is no need for a screen; Xiao Ling directly projected the image onto the wall
The neural knife, one for each person, transformed into a card printed with a scalpel, appearing in everyone's skill bar
Alas, why make a game so realistic! Three people helped the doctor out, when suddenly the walkie-talkie at the waist erupted with a thunderous sound: "Help! Help! Someone is down!"
No, perhaps the young girl would not have died in the first place. It was they who discovered that the girl's blood type antigens, and so on, coincided perfectly with those of the customer willing to pay a high price. They caused the young girl to be killed.
You are not dead, are you
Regarding height, Xiao Ling is 174 cm, while the overweight individual is 176 cm, which is not much of a difference. However, in terms of physique, the overweight individual is slightly below 79 kg, which is nearly overweight and disqualifies him from being a police officer, whereas Xiao Ling weighs a mere 58 kg
Memory does not actually retain such clarity; it is akin to copying chili powder, where it is impossible to perfectly reproduce every detail. If it were possible, one could simply search their memory, so why project it?
"You should still use your greatest asset—your brain—to save me!" With a sudden roll, he evaded the attack and forcefully pushed Mi Zishan back a few steps, the chubby man said
In an emergency, even professional emergency lights capable of handling surgery emit a strong light, illuminating the room
There is only one way to understand this..." Xiao Ling said.
Ah? Looking at the room full of printing paper, some trampled and some untouched, some clean and others soaked in blood, both of them were a bit dumbfounded
Xiao Ling looked at him and said, "Don't you know that you like listening to music?"
However, there is no cause for excessive optimism. The resurrected Mizi is as ferocious as a mad tiger, even more difficult to deal with than the zombies in Resident Evil. Zombies do not know how to evade or use weapons
In just a few moments, Mi Zishan was pushed into a dead end. Before he could escape, the stout man suddenly bent down and shoved the heavy desk forward with a thunderous crash.
The fat man's clothes were torn to shreds, and the wounds on his body continued to multiply
But ability, can help people achieve.
Hmm. Xiao Ling nodded, "I have printed out Chu Tiantian's information, it is in the room, let's look for it together."
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Mizi Shan was almost severed in half, trapped between the table and the wall
Bloody Diary, Mizi Shan's dropped items, seem to record some unspeakable secrets.
But did we do something wrong? We are not doing this for ourselves; we are doing it to save others! We are not wrong! Not wrong! Not wrong! ... ... The last two words were repeated several pages, interspersed within the blood-stained diary, giving a sense of neurotic chill.
With a snap, at a critical moment, Wei Feifei turned on the emergency light
The energy has increased a little more, and it seems ready to be released
The three individuals, filled with dread, lowered their heads and saw the doctor lying in a pool of blood, turning over and weakly waving at them.
The fat man laughed derisively while being chopped at: "With your small build, if you want to swing a chair to hit someone, you should practice for a few more years!" The chair was an office swivel chair, and it was quite a struggle for Xiao Lingguang to lift it up.
No ー departed
Wei Feifei pushed the door open and entered, holding two bags of plasma. She tore them open and spilled the contents in the corner of the room, blood splattering everywhere.
Upon seeing the blood, Mi Zishan's expression became increasingly ferocious, as the scalpel danced wildly, its blade glinting menacingly
However, that is reality... After all, this is a game... How it will be set is something no one can say
His blood-stained, rotund body spun chaotically. As a drumbeat sounded, he suddenly retreated, evading the blade of Mi Zishan. With another drumbeat, he charged straight into the fray, delivering a kick that sent Mi Zishan stumbling.
Wei Feifei placed the emergency light on the ground and turned around to exit the door
Curious, Xiao Ling leaned over to read with the nurse, and she finally understood why a storybook could be flipped through so quickly by a hefty person for half a day. The entire diary was soaked in blood, rendering it unreadable.
Congratulations, you have triumphed over the counterattack of the deceased. You have gained 100 experience points. You have received 20 Destiny Copper Coins. You have obtained the item, Neural Blade
Ding ding dang dang! Holding the surgical tray he grabbed casually, the chubby man desperately resisted and shouted, "You all hurry and leave! Hurry up!"
Look at the blood-soaked fat man, the doctor who has fallen and cannot get up, and the fierce Mi Zishan, who is like a mad tiger. He slowly speaks: "This guy can not only hear sounds but can also smell scents..."
"If you don't take me to the emergency room, I might really die..." the doctor said weakly
Xiao Ling looked anxious, searching around for a suitable weapon, and could only charge forward with a chair.
The little girl played a ghost, feeling quite aggrieved, and decided to take revenge on them. The chubby man was very good at telling stories, and his words sent chills down everyone's spine.
Lack of strength, that is to say, is it because there is not enough analysis and reasoning?
Xiao Ling put down the chair. Although feeling frustrated, the fat man was not wrong; what he was best at was still using his brain
This is another point where the fat guy can mock Xiao Ling.