What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Happy Fishing in the End of the World 14

Lin Zhuo leaned against the door of Qi Duanming's villa, watching the people coming and going. It was strange that Qi Duanming had not returned for five days since he went out that night.

Even if he discovered his identity, he shouldn't have done nothing, right?

He was still wearing a long dress today and had his wig tied into a high ponytail. He leaned against the door and looked around aimlessly, attracting a lot of people's attention. 

There were also men who wanted to come up and talk to him, but when they saw the cold light in Lin Zhuo's eyes, they stopped and could only curse Lin Zhuo for pretending to be noble even though he was following Qi Duanming.

Lin Zhuo was too lazy to pay attention to them, but he saw Cheng Yu following a team and preparing to go out on a mission. He even secretly winked at him.

Lin Zhuo stared at Cheng Yu's departing figure in a trance. This guy was a newcomer to the army and was basically on a mission every day. 

He actually had the energy to climb his window at night. He really admired him. Anyway, if it was Lin Zhuo, after his own mission was over, he would definitely not want to move a finger.

Lin Zhuo thought for a while, went back to the house, took off his wig, changed back into men's clothes, sneaked out of the back door of the villa, avoided the patrol team, and walked out calmly from an alley, as if he was just a passerby.

He looked like a tourist, looking at every stall and occasionally buying some small things, but in fact he was slowly approaching the wall of the base. Xingxi needed to register when entering and leaving the door, and the population control was very strict. They would never let anyone go out without a proper reason.

Lin Zhuo walked and observed the guys around him who looked like psychics. Through his spiritual perception, he found that there were basically no power users around who were lower than level eight. This was a terrifying level. 

In other bases, most psychics were at level six or seven, and there were only a few at level eight or nine. However, everyone in Xingxi was no weaker than level eight. Could this be achieved with potions alone?

"Hey, host, did you have plastic surgery?" 0617, who had not been seen for a long time, suddenly appeared.

"Are you out of hibernation?" Lin Zhuo was startled by it.

"Hey, I went to a dinner with other systems and came back a little late." 0617 felt a little embarrassed. 

It was originally dormant, but other systems contacted it and asked it to go for team building together. It happened that the host was going to Qiming at that time, so it agreed to their invitation and went out for fun.

Lin Zhuo imagined that a bunch of round systems gathered together, maybe they were drinking motor oil or nutrient solution? It was kind of cute.

"I was just disguising myself and I was just about to get out." Lin Zhuo answered the question it had asked before.

"No, host. They have connected an electric fence up there. Not only you, but even a fly can't fly out." 0617 checked and said to Lin Zhuo.

Power grid? What are the people from Xingxi doing? They only send out the mission teams, but they keep accepting outsiders. 

However, their base does not seem to have many people, nor is it crowded. There are also more supernatural people than anyone can imagine everywhere on the streets. 

Lin Zhuo fell into thinking, are they keeping humans in captivity? But where are all the people? Could it be!

Putting aside the matter with Cheng Yu, he immediately retreated back to Qi Duanming's house. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to kick open the door to see what was hidden inside.