Hidden Corners

The people in the company are just employers, not mortals, and they are not perfect, so when they encounter trouble, especially this kind of trouble that cannot be dealt with, they are likely to make negative action decisions.

After all, no matter how high the salary is, it is not worth fighting for. Life is gone and nothing is gone.

Li Chengyi is not a fool, he understood the hidden meaning, and fell silent.

The company's employees are at most semi-reformed people like Song Ran, and they are already considered masters.

In this way, once the semi-modified person is damaged, the repair cost can easily be hundreds of thousands.

If they are asked to go up and work hard, even if they are willing, the company will not.

So this group of people came here to fight small cannon fodder and support the scene. When it is really dangerous and desperate, you have to rely on yourself.

"Brother Song, take a good rest. I understand. Next, I will do it myself. It is enough for the company to provide me with logistical support." Li Chengyi replied in a deep voice.

"Let me help you." Song Ran said in a deep voice.

At a time like this, Song Ran knew that he was facing those lunatics in Utopia, and that he was fully involved in the military. If Song Ran could still say this, he was doing his life to help.

Li Chengyi's heart was slightly touched for a moment.

After all, in the eyes of the other party, he is just a rookie who has just entered the dead end, and his strength cannot even beat a well-trained ordinary policeman, let alone face utopia.

Under such circumstances, Song Ran can still speak this way...

"Brother Song, there's no need. This is my business." Li Chengyi replied seriously.

Song Ran opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

The military-grade complete body is already beyond the scope of what he can handle. If it is the cheap cannon fodder complete body before, he can still barely deal with it.

But now. At his level, he probably won't be able to survive a round in front of the opponent.

To go is to die in vain.

After all, he was working for Syndra and working hard for his boss.

He regards his boss as his father, so he is willing to work hard.

But Li Chengyi

"Actually, you can see clearly." Song Ran paused, then sighed, "Why is Li En's matter always being done by the boss and the rest of us personally."

"I understand, because no one is willing to work hard for others." Li Chengyi understood clearly and took the words.

In the past, maybe Syndra could use huge rewards to recruit desperadoes to serve him, and he could use money to pile up a complete body like Utopia, without fear of casualties.

But now, he withdrew from the former circle and fell from the former peak. As a loser, he left Shirahoshi.

No more financial resources.

So he can only do it himself.

'What kind of person would be willing to work hard with you? ’ This question flashed through Li Chengyi’s mind.

The team he wants to form in the future must be able to stand with him all the time, live and die together, and will not turn around and retreat when encountering a strong enemy.

But where can there be such a person?

Looking at Song Ran in front of him, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his heart.

Isn't Song Ran in front of you such a person? ?

He can do anything for his boss Syndra, investigate blind spots again and again, experience life and death crises again and again, and have no regrets!

There are also those people in Utopia, what they pursue and what they hate bring them together completely.

"I understand." Li Chengyi said slowly. A pun.

"It's good that you know. The matter of taking notes is beyond our participation, Utopia, if it was the former boss, maybe it is now." Song Ran shook his head, turned and left.

close the door.

Li Chengyi's gaze once again fell on the desk drawer where the notebook was placed.

After Song Ran left without returning, he returned to the table, opened the drawer, and took out the notebook.

'What the hell is a clock field? There are many cases of blind spots recorded on it, but I have never encountered them. It is likely that most of them have disappeared. What exactly did Zhong Hui study before he was alive? '

Li Chengyi gently stroked the cover of the notebook. He flipped through it for a while before, and felt that the content inside was more like a purposeful research note.

Zhong Hui seemed to be very purposeful from the very beginning, exploring and looking for something through the dead ends of her experience.

Opening the notebook again, he returned to the place he was looking at before.

'.In the clock field, the flow of time in the dead corner is completely different from the outside world.

In some dead corners, the flow rate is extremely fast. One day inside, only a few minutes outside.

On the other hand, on the contrary, one day inside, a week or a month may have passed outside. '

‘We think of blind spots as separate spaces, or individuals. This view is wrong. They must have some kind of unknown connection.

After years of observation and research, I found that there seems to be no connection between dead ends and dead ends, but in fact they have a similar commonality. '

'That is, most of the dead spots are located in a strange field that cannot be measured, perceived, or observed.

At first I thought it was the same world, but later, I found out it wasn't.

Because most of the blind spots have prototypes, and most of the prototypes exist in the reality of the world, which are traces of past existence. So, in several observations and calculations, I discovered a key - forgetting. '

The content behind is blurred and seems to have been wiped off forcefully.

Li Chengyi frowned, and continued to scroll down, and found that all the information records, analysis, and escape methods in the new dead corner.

He sighed, Zhong Hui had obviously discovered or guessed something, but it seemed that the content had been erased.

Was it wiped by Zhong Hui himself, or was it erased by someone later?

no one knows.

But now Li Chengyi has no time to pay attention to these things. His most important goal is to immediately find information clues about Quiet Shop.

Amidst the clattering sound of pages turning, Li Chengyi kept reading the contents of the notebook quickly.

But the content was too much and too thick, and he couldn't find it right away, so he could only honestly flip through the pages.

Slowly over time.

puff.

Suddenly he snapped his fingers.

'found it! '

Li Chengyi lifted his spirits, straightened his back, and looked at the handwriting in front of him.

'The Quiet Shop: Dead End Type - Permanent. Appears as a strange convenience supermarket shrouded and surrounded by darkness, where the power is on, there are no living things, and the products are updated once a week.

The product categories are all kinds of strange things, and they have everything, but they are only for personal use and cannot be separated from the body.

When I took out the product for the second time, I got a life-locking drug that claims to make people live forever. Through research, I found that the essence of the so-called life-locking drug is a strange active bacteria.

The vitality of this bacterium is incredible. Can survive in all kinds of harshest environments. The so-called longevity is to use the combination of itself and bacteria to achieve the effect of prolonging life in disguise.

The third time to take out the product is similar to the first time, it is all special biological blood, and the instructions for use indicate that it can replace the blood for itself.

Because it is claimed that I cannot leave my body, I tried to cut off part of my own flesh and blood, mixed it with blood, successfully let it leave my body, and gave it to an experimental subject to use

The user is a 36-year-old adult woman with a height of 1.72 meters and a weight of 73 kg. She has no pre-existing diseases.

The result of the experiment was death. '

Li Chengyi's hand trembled slightly.

He knew that it was not so easy to get benefits. How can there be such a safe and secure blood replacement product in this world?

Whether the quiet shop was opened in that mysterious and eerie darkness, whether it was aimed at human trading or not is a mystery.

Maybe it was originally set up for some other mysterious existence

Li Chengyi restrained his thoughts and continued to look down.

'In half a year, a total of three blind people entered the quiet shop one after another. After comprehensive experiments, all the products obtained, only one of them, was successfully verified. '

'The experiment was successful. T successfully extracted a biological drug called blue iris, which can temporarily increase the human body's reaction speed by 30%-45%. The effect is very good, surpassing all similar products on the market. But this is the premise that dead-end people must continue to enter the quiet shop to purchase goods.

We were unable to duplicate potions, nor could we decipher their source of materials. It can only be used by extracting the flesh and blood cells of the dead man himself, mixing it with the original medicine, and then diluting it. This is not a long-term solution’

Seeing this, Li Chengyi finally understood why the people in Utopia kept using Zhong Hui for fishing.

Dare to love Zhong Hui, who has been entangled with Utopia from the very beginning, and they even experimented with useful samples of medicine internally.

It's just that this kind of sample can only be used when mixed with the flesh and blood of the dead man, because the medicine cannot be separated from the dead man's body.

‘On November 4th, a foreigner named Ghosn came to visit me and said that we can no longer enter the quiet shop, otherwise there will be great danger. '

‘I don’t know who he is or how he got my identity, but he has a horrible look in his eyes. I can't describe the feeling'

‘Ghosn told me that the door of the quiet shop can actually be opened. But not from the inside out, but from the outside in. '

‘As long as you check out the goods, press the switch next to the door, and the glass door will open. By then, he said, I could see the cause and the truth. '

What truth?

Li Chengyi frowned, and turned to the next page, but suddenly found that there was nothing behind.

It's not that it's gone, but it's all a mess of garbled characters.

The distorted black lines and smeared plaques made people wonder how Zhong Hui wrote such handwriting at that time.

Crash clatter.

Li Chengyi flipped through two pages in a row before he found the familiar handwriting on a new page.

A line of Chinese characters in Yi was written crookedly on the notebook.

'I've had a blood change. It just doesn't feel right'

Li Chengyi's heart shuddered, and he quickly turned to the next page.

Swish!

He stood up so suddenly that he almost knocked over the chair behind him.

In that notebook, a self-portrait of Zhong Hui was being drawn with black and white lines.

The portrait is lifelike and extremely lifelike, like a photo printed in black and white, even the wrinkles on the forehead and the texture of the collar are clearly depicted.

This is an old man with thinning white hair, wrinkled face, deep and cold eyes.

He was wearing a whitish stiff shirt, and around his neck was a metal pendant with a strange symbol.

At this moment, on the notebook, he seemed to be alive, quietly watching Li Chengyi in front of him.

Those eyes were clearly just the portraits on the notebook, but Li Chengyi felt as if they were moving.

Below the portrait, there is a line of small characters.

'The way to escape is to bring out products of different categories three times in a row.'