Chapter 218: Comics, Evolution, Superheroes.

The man in the transparent "capsule" opened his eyes as the blue light of the room traveled over his face.

He looked at the face reflected on the inner wall of the "capsule", which indeed belonged to the "observer" just now, but it was slightly different from the size of his "game": he was extremely thin and weak, with a figure like a lonely 2B pencil. He is extremely thin and weak, and his body is like a lonely 2B pencil.

His whole face was drooping, his eyes, the corners of his mouth, his lines, all pointed and thin downward.

He was so young, but he seemed to have been crushed by the weight of his head.

The room is closed, except for three "capsules" placed side by side and a door.

The man was in no hurry to get up, and after adjusting to the sudden change in scenery, he rolled his eyes and looked around before pressing a switch on his right hand side.

After the switch button scanned his index fingerprint, the authentication was successful, and slowly turned on, the man took off his helmet, straightened his hair, and lifted his leg out of the cabin.

He went to the door and, unable to find a place to open it from the inside, simply raised his hand and knocked.

The door creaked and pulled open from the outside, revealing an impatient face.

Guarding the door was a woman, wearing an identical bondage collar around her neck, but wearing a silver quarantine suit that was different from the men's at first glance.

An ashtray sat on the small table beside her, littered with cigarette butts.

The woman asked, "Why are you the only one out? Where are they?"

The man's calmness softened and dissolved into nothingness the moment the door was opened.

He rubbed his nose, grinning a little in embarrassment.

The woman realized, "...... kicked out again?"

The man clutched his helmet, his voice timid, "I'm in the way."

The woman handed over a glass of salt water, "It's for electrolytes, drink it and go back in. If anyone finds out you're AWOL, you'll have to go into the shock room."

The man said thanks and took the glass of water, taking small sips, not even daring to raise his eyelids more than once, looking like a well-behaved pug.

"The last time I let you try the way ......," the woman glanced at the man, wanting to say, "Forget it, once I saw you did not try."

The man showed weakness, "I wouldn't dare."

The woman squinted at him, lit a lady's cigarette, held it between her fingers, and let out a laugh, "If you don't dare, you'll be a C-suite for the rest of your life."

As soon as the woman's words left her mouth, the side of her neck tingled viciously.

Before she lost consciousness, the mint-scented cigarette curling out of her hand was gently picked up and held in her mouth, "Thank you for your kind words. Take a break."

The man took a skillful drag on the cigarette, then flicked the filter to the side with his tongue, held the woman between his right arm and his body like a book with one hand, dragged her straight down the empty corridor into the room, closed the door behind him, quickly checked all over her body, found three keys, and finally stuffed the unconscious person into the canned "capsule". The last thing they did was to stuff the unconscious person into a canister-like capsule.

He was right, this woman, the "jailer".

To put it more accurately, she is the "manager" of the main control center, responsible for managing the status of the three team members under her command, controlling the keys to their rooms, checking their personal belongings at irregular intervals without notice, and taking direct responsibility for their various behaviors.

In the hallway outside the door, three two-foot-wide, one-foot-high tin cabinets were stacked from top to bottom.

This holds the personal belongings of all three team members.

Before entering the "capsule", they must remove all their belongings and deposit them in it.

Three keys, belonging to three different tin cabinets and three different people.

One was a bare, unadorned key ring, and one was a key with a dolphin charm and a little lipstick for the ladies.

And on the third key, there was a blurred, big-headed gummy keychain.

The large header is adorned with a cheap strawberry floral pattern, and the man and a little girl with eyebrows that closely resemble his face the camera, smiling in unison.

This headshot should be included in the category of "badly photographed".

The girl's face was a bit overexposed, only half of her face and a mouthful of cute little white teeth could be seen.

Back then, men weren't as thin as they are now.

He had full cheeks and no collar around his neck to represent obedience.

The man took this key, touched the pattern on it delicately, and pushed the hidden door back open.

After only half a minute's delay, Fang Cai's empty corridor was already filled with a squad of five men, coming right at the place where the men were.

The man gripped his keys, extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray with a smooth hand, and bowed, intending to send the small group away.

Unexpectedly, as that one squad came up to him, the leader waved his hand and the group stopped in front of him.

The man at the head of the group was wearing the same silver isolation suit as the woman from earlier, "Where's your 'mastermind' and your teammates?"

The "main caretaker," the woman who was in charge of watching over them.

The man scanned the small group of five with a beatific glance, and with a turn of his mind, he already had an answer, "They went first."

"Damn bad luck, picking up two slow hands in one breath." As expected, the man at the head of the group did not grow suspicious and impatiently said, "Quickly bring your personal belongings and follow the group."

The man frowned slightly.

...... He came out too quickly to try out which locker the key he held belonged to.

Seeing that he did not respond, the "manager" pushed him: "What are you waiting for? What is the third of the ten prohibitions of the Center's rules? Memorize it."

The man was docile, "Center staff are not permitted to engage in any kind of private action without the guidance of the 'master administrator'. If they do, there is ......"

Just now lying in the "capsule", the "ten prohibitions" in black and white on the inner wall of the capsule in a corner.

He remembered it well from his back, but pretended to stumble.

Soon, the "master manager" became impatient: "...... If you leave the team, you need to wait in the same place, and be received by other 'master managers'. ...... How did your 'master manager' assess you?"

The man lowered his eyebrows, and seeing him in such a state, the "manager" lost interest in lecturing him, and with a wave of his hand, repeated, "Remove your personal belongings. Follow my group."

The man turned his head, looking toward the three tin cabinets.

There is no code on the cabinet and no name tag.

He gripped the key with the poorly hung daguerreotypes, his palms sweating slightly.

The "manager" waited for a moment, saw something strange, frowned and asked, "Did you forget which locker you put your belongings in?"

The man sank down for a moment, crouched down, and inserted a key into the locking eye of one of the cabinets.

The man had the lowest level of psychic ability, and should be the one who was often bullied in the squad, using, also, the worst cabinet.

The bottom cabinet, with the twist of a key, opened in response.

With great effort, he bent down and removed a bracelet with a sensor from inside the cabinet: this was to be swiped when he went to the cafeteria to get his food.

He pulled out another pair of lightweight cloth shoes and hastily slipped them on.

Finally, he pulled out a tattered comic book.

It's a comic about a superhero, and the edges are turned up.

--That's all the man has in the General Control Center.

Behind him came the disdainful snort of the "manager", and the man, not forgetting his weak character, did not dare to say anything, and, with his hands protecting his only present possessions to his chest, followed the procession all the way to the front.

The corridor was unusually long, and the leading "manager", as if to show off, said in a loud voice: "Boys, memorize the 'Ten Prohibitions' for our 'new team member' and help him review them. and review them for him."

Those members of the team following him numbed their eyes and recited in unison, "Rule number one, no unusual contact with other center personnel or killing or injuring yourself in any form."

Their voices were stern and emotionless, they looked straight ahead and marched in unison.

It was as if those rules and regulations had been burned into their retinas with a branding iron.

"Number two, no entry into areas clearly marked 'No Entry' and only allowed in fixed areas."

"Article 3 ......"

"Article 4: Center personnel shall not carry more than one kilogram of personal belongings, except for issued supplies."

"Rule number five, do not divulge any secrets related to the center to anyone."

"......"

In a mechanical recitation, the men followed the procession sheepishly, smothering their heads as they moved forward.

As far as the eye could see, it was all snowy white.

After a high degree of technologization and institutionalization, this excessive cleanliness rather gives a feeling of deep depression.

The hut he stepped out of was like one of those little hexagonal nests of countless beehives, with the other worker bees in order, shuttling in and out, exhausting their lives to provide for a certain plump queen bee that they would perhaps never see again in their lives.

The "mastermind" led the team to the accommodation area.

It is said to be an accommodation area, and each person has a separate room, but each room is only ten square meters, with a bed in the door and a toilet in the corner.

Everyone thinks it's no different than a prison cell.

But at least here, everyone is the same.

They don't have to worry about being discriminated against here, and their inner order and peace can be preserved, but they tend to overlook that the very existence of the General Control Center is discrimination itself.

The "manager" looked back and was about to ask which dormitory area the two halfway-accomplished men were in so he could take them there, when he saw that the only face left in the group was an unfamiliar one.

He wondered in alarm, "Where is that man? Where did it go!!!"

......

The man sat at one of the computers in the main control room, his fingers flying, the head of an unconscious staff member at his feet, and personal items belonging to the man in his hands.

One by one, he clicked on the folders in his computer, not intentionally memorizing them, but just scanning and reading them.

So far, he's got a pretty good idea of what the Catfish program is all about from his computer.

Behind the man, the warning light that signified "Accident at the General Control Center" had been "ticking" for a long time, but the man didn't take it seriously, and even after completing his mission, he didn't have any intention of running away, but rather picked up the comic book next to his hand.

On the title page, the words "Lu Xiaomei" were written in crooked children's block letters.

It seems that this is the real owner of the comic and the man's daughter.

The man took the key in his hand and once again scrutinized the little girl standing beside the man on the poorly made key chain, smiling with a mouthful of tiny white teeth.

This is a comic book about superheroes, but the names of the heroes have all been replaced with the word "Lu Qingshu" by this little girl.

The man's name is Lu Qingshu, a name that sounds heavenly.

Someone who only possesses C-rank psychic powers and is woefully outmatched in front of his enemies, on his knees crying 'spare me', 'spare me', is invincible in this manga.

In the minds of most children in the world, their father is their first hero.

The man flipped through the comics minutely until there was a numbness around his neck and a highly concentrated anesthetic was pushed through a syringe on the side of the collar.

...... It seems that the General Control Center has found out the identity of "Lu Qingshu".

The moment the anesthetic was injected, the door behind them was broken open and a dozen or so men with □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□ fishtailed in.

The man's body went limp with mud.

The captain of the escort team confirmed that he had fallen into a state of slumber, and with a wave of his hand, the others immediately surrounded him.

The captain stood up beside him, rolled his eyelids, and looked puzzled.

The "manager" who had taken him away came in a hurry, pushed his way through the crowd, saw the fainting man, and, enraged, went up and kicked his body out of the chair: "Fuck! Harming me, huh? You want to kill me, I'll kill you first--"

The captain was silent and reached out to stop him.

The "manager" was furious, but managed to hold back his anger: "What's wrong with him?"

"He ......," the captain said, "is still in pseudo-sleep mode."

The "manager" didn't get it for a moment: "What does that mean?"

The captain's face grew harder, "He's back in that world."

"Mastermind:" "How is this possible? How did he get back there without a helmet, without connecting his equipment?!"

The captain was just about to speak when the man lying on the ground suddenly made a sharp, strange noise in his throat, grunting as if he had a hole in his throat.

After a while of ringing, his head lolled to the side and he actually died of gas.

The captain and the "manager" looked at each other, and an extremely horrible suspicion surfaced in their minds.

...... The man who came back just now, is it Lu Qingshu?

Or is it ...... something else in that world?

Could it be that some alien snatched Lu Qingshu's body, arrived in the real world, spied on the information he wanted, and then killed him?

What really happened, however, is probably known only to the dead and the people who started it.

The "Master Manager" froze for a moment, took the communicator, and sent out a notice in an urgent tone: "Check the landing site chosen by Lu Qingshu's three-member team, find out who has appeared or has appeared in that area, and send out three 'catfish' teams to clear it! ' squads, go ahead and clear the area!"

"Already found out!" The person on the other end commanded, had his men move the unconscious female "manager" out of the "capsule", reached out to check the vital signs of the other two, and, with his eyebrows furrowed, replied, "This squad chose the D20 area. There are still signs of alien activity in this area!"

"Who?"

"Wei XVI, a B-class alien, the odds are not bad, it may not be very convenient to start ......"

"The Prime Minister" stood still and said fiercely, "By all means, kill him. Use him as 'fertilizer'!"

......

"Bai Anyi" was able to reappear thanks to a mirror in Chi Xiaochi's warehouse.

About an hour and ten minutes ago, after deliberation, they decided to send "Bai Anyi" out on a sting mission.

For no other reason than Bai Anyi's special physique, he can return at any time in the event of an emergency.

"Bai Anyi looked around and saw that the three of them were in the middle of a desert oasis.

When he did not see the "observer", he asked, "Where is Lu Qingshu?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Who?"

"Bai Anyi": "The 'observer'."

Chi Xiaochi's expression darkened.

Lou Ying answered for him, "He died, just now. It was suicide."

"Bai Anyi" frowned.

He remembers very clearly that when Lu Qingshu was first arrested, he was in tears, screaming that he did not want to die and begging them to spare him.

Would such a person choose to commit suicide?

"He calmed down quite a bit after you left. He said he has a daughter." Chi Xiaochi lowered her eyelids, "He can't go back. If he dies, he was killed in the line of duty, and the Center will pay his pension for him, and his daughter will be able to live a little better; if he doesn't die, once he goes back, he'll immediately be branded a traitor and thrown in jail."

"He said he wanted to die for a long time. The only way to hold out was to flip through his comics at night while he slept and think of his daughter's face."

"He was quite a chatterbox, talking quite a bit about his daughter."

"The last thing he said before he died was, I'm sorry, I didn't really want to kill you guys at all. I only killed you guys because I wanted to live."

After Lu Qingshu's death, Chi Xiaochi used another instant movement card to move them to a new location.

"My brother just studied the collar." Chi Xiaochi said, "He said there's no way to block the collar's other functions, but he can at least block the injection of anesthetics and deadly poisons. Even if they find out we did it ......"

"Even if they find out, they won't be able to kill people easily by injecting poison." "Bai Anyi" picked up, "It's just a means of threat. To them, the Shifters are useful fertilizer."

Chi Xiaochi wonders, "...... fertilizer?"

He paused and continued, "...... Alterans can evolve. Evolution, either through training or through their own natural evolution. ...... But both of these ways are too slow, and the most convenient way is to kill another alien."