Enforcer's Handbook

They were old enemies in the past, but they had very similar ideas in some aspects.

Deep down in his heart, Lu Xiang was also somewhat curious about how the Devourer, which combined the advantages of the three, would eventually complete its evolution. This was an area that no one of them had touched in the past.

"The fusion of spiritual energy, machinery and genes..."

Song Lan continued to finish cooking the pan-fried angler fish liver in an orderly manner, "Isn't it common for people like this to happen?"

"common?"

"Yeah, they're everywhere in District One."

"Tell me who they are."

Lu Xiang acted like he was all ears. Slowpoke had a sharp mind and could always give some unexpected answers.

"The company forced me to undergo prosthetic transformation, and I take anti-fatigue drugs every day. Recently, I have been influenced by the fishing theory, and I have become a bit of a lazy part-time worker."

If you enter any skyscraper, you will find a large number of things that combine the characteristics of the three.

In fact, in this era, the barriers between different paths have long been broken down.

"you……"

Lu Xiang was speechless for a moment, "These people you are talking about are obviously the dregs of the three!"

The prosthetic bodies that are forced to be installed by the company will not bring much benefit to combat and daily life, apart from turning them into humanoid working machines.

Not to mention anti-fatigue drugs. Long-term use will indeed have an impact on the human body, but the effects are all negative without exception. It will overdraw people's energy and create drug dependence. Once they stop taking anti-fatigue drugs, they will He will be in a state of fatigue and weakness for a long time. For a long time in the past, Lu Xiang's own physical examination results were not ideal.

Although the spirit of fishing will not directly cause harm to human bodies, it will corrode their spirits. According to Lu Xiang's observation, people who are polluted by it will complete the transformation into comedians in the worst case.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiang had a clearer understanding of the life of migrant workers in 2167. They lived in dire straits every day.

It is obviously just a job to support the family, but it has to face corrosion from three ways at the same time.

Among these three kinds of corrosion, Lu Xiang believes that "spiritual pollution" is undoubtedly the most serious. The impact of the first two on the body can be avoided by quitting the job and going home to recuperate the body, but the transformation of comedians often It will accompany them throughout their lives. As of now, Lu Xiang has not discovered the antidote to "psionic pollution".

Its toxicity is also much higher than the first two.

Not only the workers, but even the six-star rescuers, who are known as the strongest in the coalition government, cannot resist the corrosion.

In less than a week, the newly established H1 department has become the most fishy department in the history of the coalition government. The "Emperor" has even relieved himself of his responsibilities and inexplicably embarked on the road to becoming a three-star chef in Mayonnaise. .

And she, the new head of the counterintelligence department, after learning about the conspiracy of military technology, could not take her eyes away from the anglerfish livers that were bubbling grease and exuding an alluring aroma in the frying pan.

Even the life forms in the upper world cannot resist the pollution, let alone the prisoners in this neighborhood.

Lu Xiang, you can't continue to degenerate!

If even you are polluted, where will this world go?

She warned herself mentally.

"What flavor do you want this time?"

"Add more spice."

Lu Xiang responded reflexively, looking at the bright red chili powder on the kitchen table, his brain spinning rapidly.

After a few seconds, she found a rational explanation for her behavior.

From a scientific point of view, spiciness is actually a kind of pain. When it comes to pain, it makes people imagine punishment, so "add more spiciness" can actually be understood as her punishing herself in this way.

……………………

The atmosphere on the other side was far less cheerful than the food festival.

In some unknown dark corner, the judges had a panoramic view of the ongoing festival. In their opinion, the lively and joyous scene was undoubtedly extremely weird.

No one knows this prison better than they do.

The prisoners who can be sent here, in addition to possessing the strength that makes the council feel troublesome, are themselves the embodiment of evil. Most of them have been called believers of the devil by the world.

Bully the weak and cause havoc.

Rivers of blood are their source of happiness, and for this reason, they are willing to break the rules and trample the laws of the coalition government under their feet.

This prison has never served the purpose of education and reform. At best, it only imprisons those devils who are feared by the world, letting them rot here until they are forgotten. But even the Council did not expect that they were not Time disappears, but new life is found here.

Consciousness gives them eternal life and allows them to exist in another way that transcends human limits.

Being in such an environment for a long time, the malice in their hearts was infinitely amplified. After losing the rules and laws, their behavior became even worse. However, the prisoners who participated in the food festival seemed to have turned back into ordinary people at this moment, like normal people. People enjoy the joy of festivals so purely.

This is wrong and definitely not the style of prisoners in the prison area.

If they had been in the past, turning over tables and smashing restaurants was not enough to excite them. Perhaps they could only kill everyone in the store, use blood as spray paint to cover the walls, and then hang the heads at the door of the store like trophies. Give them excitement and joy.

Along with this weird scene, came an even more incredible piece of bad news.

The judge of the arena is dead.

Someone walked into his office openly, killed him, and also cracked the firewall set up by artificial intelligence. In their knowledge, there was no such thing as the coalition government that could do such a thing. Even they cited Neither can the proud "Emperor".

The strongest six-star rescuer sounds bluffing, but to them, the "Emperor" is just an old man from the old era whose faith has become incomplete.

"Tsk, tsk, your news is really backward, and you really know nothing about what is happening outside."

An erratic figure leaning on a chair gloated.

Even though all the fragments were lost, within a few days of arriving in Area D, "Corruption" had established a firm foothold here.

After hearing this taunt, many people cast angry looks at him.

"If any of you want to regain your position, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. With all due respect, all the people in this room together are no different from dying."

"Corruption" felt that this so-called emergency meeting itself was full of black humor. Perhaps the death of their colleagues made the judges instinctively want to do something, but the current scene is like a group of ants gathering together to discuss in a serious manner. How to hunt an elephant.

He naturally felt the spiritual energy that emerged from the arena not long ago. The spiritual energy at that time distorted the space for a time, but as expected, it immediately dissipated the next second after it completed gathering - just with him in the oasis. The experience was exactly the same.

He originally thought that as long as he gathered enough psychic energy, it would help him touch the realm of time, but it turned out that seniors will always be seniors.

What he opened was a door to a new world, but the senior didn't know how long he had been traveling in that unknown world.

"A mere loser, do you deserve to laugh at us?"

Not surprisingly, the ridicule immediately received a powerful response.

The conference table also followed the simple tradition of the prison folk. Different psychic energies collided together, causing the ground of the entire block to begin to shake.

"I'm just stating the facts. You have no idea what's going on over there."

Facing the oppression caused by the psychic powers of several judges, "Corruption" seemed to be able to handle it with ease. "I am really disappointed that your understanding of psychic powers is still at such a primitive stage."

But thinking about it, he heard that many of the judges came into contact with psychic powers after being imprisoned.

The master in their mouths not only established Area D under the eyes of the Mother of Machines, but also set a path to make almost all the prisoners who could be named believers in psychic powers.

"Don't you think that measuring the strength of psychic energy depends on how many objects it can destroy or how many areas it affects? Save it, those are layman's opinions. What you see now is what is truly terrifying about it. place."

The failure of the oasis allowed "Corruption" to experience a wider world.

"Speak directly if you have something to say, don't mince words."

"Do you believe that all those prisoners have changed their ways? No, everything they are doing at this moment is not their intention."

This is true whether it is behavior or emotion.

If the judges could go one step further, they would find invisible threads hanging on each prisoner's shoulders, and even the prisoners themselves would not notice the fact that they had become puppets.

A joyful and lively food festival, fully enjoying the fun brought by the festival...these ideas did not come from themselves. Without them realizing it, this idea had been rooted in the depths of their minds.

And this is where the power of governing rules is truly touched upon.

Some people sneered, "Huh, I thought you were trying to say something, just trying to be mysterious."

"Imagine what would happen if your master regarded you as an enemy?"

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

Almost at the same time, all the shadows became erratic, which was a manifestation of the strong impact on consciousness, "Don't say that I make you the enemy of the master, even if you have the slightest idea of ​​resistance, you will be suffocated, right?" There is absolutely no way to resist. Master' is one of the ideas that is ingrained in your consciousness."

"But, but what does this mean?"

"Speaks to his kindness."

"Rotten" followed the trends of the food festival with great interest. After the Oasis incident, he felt that his perspective on the world had changed. "Those prisoners were implanted with the overly benevolent idea of ​​'enjoying the festival fully'" Don't you understand the idea? To deal with you, he doesn't even need to do it himself. As long as he makes you think that 'life is meaningless, it's better to end your own life', you will be dead."

“Ideas are not something that can be implanted easily.”

The voice that appeared in everyone's mind out of thin air interrupted the conversation. The judges' eyes froze, and they stayed in place like prey being targeted by natural enemies. "But he was right about one thing. The reason why you can show up is Here, it’s just because that person hasn’t had the idea of ​​killing you yet.”

"Master, even so, we will try our best..."

"Don't do anything meaningless."

The voice interrupted the judge's courageous declaration, "The best way to hold him back is to do nothing."

"……do nothing?"

The judge couldn't believe his ears.

After the order was given, the voice never sounded again. Only "Corruption" produced a chilling feeling all over the body, a coldness that touched the soul.

He didn't hear any other sounds or receive any instructions, but an idea came to his mind.

He wants to go somewhere in Area D and find a slave named Benjamin Abele before the inspection ends. If he meets Angre Saffron on the way, he will take him somewhere with him.

However, when "Corruption" thought about it carefully, he could not think of any information about the "delivery" location.

There was only a vague concept in his mind that guided him, urging him to complete his thoughts as quickly as possible.

He was suddenly in a trance.

Make a plan and put it into action. "Corruption" has always been a person with strong action, and now, he wants to bring Benjamin and Abel to the master of Area D.

It was his own idea. As for the reason...

The reason is not important.

…

Night falls.

The lively food festival came to a successful conclusion.

Looking at the guests who were gradually moving away and finally disappearing into the depths of the night, the restaurant owner rekindled hope for the future.

The anglerfish and the judge are both dead, but what does it have to do with him?

Life goes on, and he has found new joy through the food festival. He believes that in the future, this will become one of the most popular festivals in District D.

"I remembered."

Lu Xiang suddenly spoke at the door of the restaurant.

This scene reminded her of something, and it also made her realize belatedly why Song Lan wanted to hold a food festival with RT6 at this juncture.

In the past, the same situation happened from time to time in the upper world.

The key is not a food festival, it can be any kind of festival or competition, the focus is on the participants of the festival.

"The thief of faith!"

They used to be believers in the church, but now they have become prisoners in the neighborhood. The same thing is that their thinking has changed after the festival, and may even evolve into questioning their own environment.

Affected believers will have a high probability of changing the path they believe in, or even leaving the church.

The law of the jungle is the "way" that the entire prison believes in.

"You are stealing other people's believers again!"

"Don't say it so harshly."

Song Lan corrected him, "How can something done by civilized people be called stealing?"

Small theater its three hundred and twenty-nine:

Monday, a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, early morning

Under Lu Xiang's secret mediation, the establishment of the guild became a definite fact, and Song Lan was elected as the leader of the first guild in response to public expectations.

But to everyone's surprise, the council actually recognized the legitimacy of the guild and also permanently provided a council member seat for the guild.

"This is actually the most common political method."

Lu Xiang said, "Rather than letting opponents live in the shadows and become a factor of instability, it is better to give them legal status and then induce them to elect a highly respected representative from the organization."

After that, this respected opinion leader will become the puppet of the Council, using a relatively mild method to make the members of the organization accept the demands made by the Council.

Song Lan objected, "What if the opinion leader is upright and refuses to be bribed?"

"This is not his fault. In the cases recorded by the counterintelligence department, more than 32 leaders of different regions and organizations were assassinated and then replaced. This phenomenon is particularly common in the 'outside world'."

"This is different from what we promised!"

"What I just said was the general situation."

Lu Xiang said, "The most important step of the plan has now been completed, which is to allow you to participate in the meeting as a council member as a representative of the guild."

"Then what?"

“Then just do what you do best.”

"ah?"

"I believe you, you are the kind of rat shit that spoils a pot of soup wherever you go."