Break loose

3-stake all on one throw

The sky became a little gloomy, as if the air was permeated with a mouldy smell, Zuo Dayuan, who left the conference room, even hit the lighter a few times to light a cigarette, but found that the lighter was actually damp.

"Ghost weather!" He threw the lighter into the rubbish bin and rummaged inside to find a cigarette butt that still had a little spark, finally lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag to go down the stairs.

"Senior." Lin Jing's voice came, and she quickly ran behind him. Zuo Dayuan glared at her with dissatisfaction, "Senior senior, am I that old? Afraid that talking me young will pick you up?"

Lin Jing smiled flirtatiously, "Not afraid of sister-in-law peeling your skin you just try, age is never a problem for me."

Zuo Dayuan smiled bitterly, "What is it?"

"Major Lin has given this case to our Thunder Team, all the other departments will work in tandem, but I still want one more person beside him."

Zuo Da Yuan proudly waved his cigarette in his mouth, "Who do you want?"

"Captain Hodian."

Zuo Da Yuan opened his mouth wide all of a sudden, kind of flashing an inverted breath-holding feeling, the smile is gone, and asked in a bad mood, "Why do you want him?"

"He is an expert in physiology ah, and he also has forensic medical experience, he used to be in the headquarters of the staff when the viewpoints on some cases are very unique ...... " Lin Jing Tao Tao said several of his advantages, but Zuo Dayuan a picture of impatience as if listening to the appearance of laziness.

"Come on, come on." Zuo Dayuan finally waved his hand to interrupt her, "Because some scientific knowledge is involved, you have to find a technical expert, what kind of logic is this? Old Huo I still don't know, has he ever been independently responsible for a single case? How much work experience does he have on the front line?"

"Then who would you say is better?"

"Me!" Zuo Dayuan pointed to his nose, "Otherwise, Lao Lin give me the material to do ......"

His words did not fall to see Lin Jing stifling her laughter, he finally understood, and viciously flung a cigarette, "Girl piece! I'm using this to provoke me to come here!"

Lin Jing blessed like a little maiden, "Then thank you very much."

Zuo Dayuan was a bit furious as he walked downstairs with the documents in his hand, Lin Jing followed behind him, "I think your last question is quite interesting, it seems to exclude the possibility of the notes being the absolute cause of death, unless the author of the Death Note is not a human being."

"Don't let the idea of the notes being the cause of death get in your head first, if this involves a psychic or paranormal event then anything is possible."

"But ...... evil to the home must have ghosts, is not it?"

At this time the two have arrived at the gate, Zuo Dayuan stopped and looked at the grey sky, a little worried, "Now this is only a little unreliable, this year strange things seem to be more than one pile."

Lin Jing's expression became serious, "Do you also have no direction to start?"

Zuo Dayuan thought briefly, "Sometimes this is rather a good thing, not having a direction may mean that any direction will work."

"You let me follow my feelings?"

"You'll understand if you work for a few more years, sometimes a little inspiration is more important than ninety-nine per cent experience."

Lin Jing was thoughtful as she flipped through the list of the dead and the information in her hands, her beautiful eyelashes vibrating gently as she flipped and scanned, finally stopping on one name: Zhao Songming. She drew a heavy circle on it with a red pen.

Northeast, a small town in the borderland, abandoned many years ago, only a few thin wooden houses left shivering in the cold wind of the Gobi, almost no people in a thousand-mile radius, even on a map you can't find it, and the name has long been forgotten.

But there is no thought that in the depth of 50 metres underground, there exists a secret base with an area as large as three football pitches, which has well-connected passages, huge geothermal generators, all kinds of complicated and precise machines, the central giant computer is like its hub, the fibre-optic cables and wires are extended to every corner, and all kinds of material supplies are readily available.

This is a natural underground cavern, the Second World War had been found by the Japanese army used as a military base, the defeat retreat abandoned, and now being re-activated, from her scientific and technological content can be seen even compared to the superpowers of the underground military command centre is also not much better.

But it is the centre of a dark and empty ward, in addition to the bed a piece, the rest of the place black to reach out and not see five fingers, above a shape will be wooden, the face of a withered old man full body inserted with all kinds of tubes, the head is hedgehog like a variety of metal components, in the darkness of the wide-open eyes, the wrinkles overlap the eyes of the eyes cloudy, like waiting for the darkness around him to swallow him.

He was Chen Jincheng back then.

He coughed a few times, his finger pressed a button next to the bed, a "TV" appeared in front of him, this is by no means the current level of technology can make the TV, it does not have any wires and metal components, pure three-dimensional three-dimensional appearance in the air, and I do not know where the projected source of light from, and it is a powerful network can search the world any channel, and can adjust the search according to the operator's language is very high degree of intelligence. Its powerful network function can search any channel in the world, and can adjust the search according to the language of the operator, the degree of intelligence is very high.

Chen Jincheng looked at the TV was showing the strange deaths of 14 scientists, the police are still highly secretive about the case, just released obituaries in order of precedence, and did not announce that they have intervened in the investigation.

When Chen Jincheng saw the obituary of the deceased Zhao Songming, he switched off the TV, let out a long sigh of despair and called out, "Xiao Er."

"Professor." A calm electronic voice rang out in the darkness, and two warm lights lit up not far away, like two eyes of a heavenly god looking down at him in his hospital bed.

"You're right." Chen Jincheng pinched his fingers in chagrin, "Look at what I've done."

The voice of "Xiao Er" said, "It was a bit too hasty, without a long period of guidance, it's hard for them to accept the truth at once. I know that you believe that group wisdom is superior to individual wisdom, but we have to consider the side effects ......"

Chen Jincheng waved his hand to interrupt him, "Retract the notes."

"The main body has already been burnt, I've retrieved all the copies."

He closed his eyes, "Old Zhao was a good man, I harmed him."

"Look on the bright side, at least he's free. All these people died with dignity."

Chen Jincheng opened and squeezed his five fingers, squeezed and opened again, this action was repeated several times, and as if he had made up his mind, he droned, "Increase the dosage for me, I'm going to drive her out! Hurry up!"

"Your 'Tucson reaction' is already at level two, you can't be too hasty."

"Shut the hell up!" Chen Jincheng jumped up, "I don't want to live like this even if I die, give me medicine! Use the medicine! Do you hear me?"

Xiao Er sighed, several syringes took turns to inject various coloured liquids into the infusion tube, the monitoring instrument next to him showed Chen Jincheng's brain, now his brain was completely deformed, there were several places that seemed to have been removed, replacing this part of the functioning of the operation with some other padding, the computer datamined drawing showed the main body of the brain was green, with a hint of red sandwiched in the middle.

As the drug pushed in, the red part began to stretch, but at the same time the green highlights reacted as if the two colours were beginning to fight in his brain. His body trembled violently, his skin turned red, and his forehead veins burst out, gradually expanding to his entire face, like a green earthworm crawling all over his face.

In Chen Jincheng's eyes, the red and green colours were like two armies, the weak red was poorly squeezed into a corner by the huge green, trying desperately to expand their territory a little bit with the support of few reinforcements (medication), but the green soon squeezed them back to their original position with overwhelming superiority, the tug-of-war went on again and again, but the red looked like it had no chance of winning.

After the green repeatedly highlights a few times, the red becomes dim, and eventually the drug fails to advance, while Chen Jin Cheng's body convulses violently.

The instrument emitted an electronic tone, "Tucson is overreacting, the patient is in an emergency situation."

"Stop!" Junior ordered.

The drug propulsion stopped, a taut Chen Jincheng gasped for air, his forehead covered with dense beads of sweat, from the darkness reached out a thing - it was a tentacle, it was like a human hand, but it was covered with odd scales like countless circled symbols, the tip of the soft tentacle filament wrapped around his hand and gently stroked it, seemingly comforting and encouraging.

"Professor, wait a little longer, we're not ready yet." The tentacles gently rubbed the back of his hand.

Chen Jincheng was extremely weak, but inexplicably produced a surge of divine power, grasping the tentacle in death, his voice weak but firm, "Xiao Er, promise me that if I am no longer here, you must save the human race, save them ......"

He mumbled and repeated, the weakest slowly closing his eyes as the instrument's electronic voice said, "Patient entering dormancy." The green part of the brain on the image began to enlarge, the red colour almost disappeared to nothing, but Chen Jincheng's body physiological indicators began to stabilise.

"Sleep." The tentacles slowly retracted, and those warm eyes kept flickering sharply in the darkness, seemingly thinking rapidly.

The central computer made a sound, "Commander-in-Chief, I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do."

Junior didn't make a sound, he was thinking faster and faster, his white pupils appeared slightly red from the rapid flickering, eventually the flickering stopped, he took a long breath and said, "Activate Suge's plan."

"Commander-in-Chief, given Suge's relationship with you, it is possible that he is our most qualified candidate ......"

"Or he could be nothing at all. That's why it's worth the gamble."

"The Matrix is already aware of your existence, you cannot risk contacting humans again."

"Find the best of our current candidates to form a team, and I will give the team leader 40% of my abilities."

"You are throwing your weight around. You should have been more prepared, we still have time."

"But he's running out." Junior's gaze lingered on Chen Jincheng's face, "I have to at least give him hope while he's alive."

"Understood."

"Don't reveal my relationship with Suge to the other candidates."

"Don't you want him to get more care?"

"If he's truly the Saviour, he needs to prove it on his own."

"Yes."