Among the tens of thousands of fake stump limbs, there is actually a real arm hidden!

The atmosphere of the morgue suddenly became eerie, as if it was a real morgue and all around it were real corpses.

Huang Xinghai swallowed his throat, a chill ran down his spine, and stared at the arm.

He threw the severed arm on the chest of a battle body, palm up, five fingers facing him.

Suddenly, the severed arm hooked its index finger towards Huang Xinghai, as if it wanted him to pass.

Huang Xinghai was so frightened that he took a few steps back again, and his face became even more frightened!

A real severed arm actually hooked his finger towards him!

It's a paranormal event!

Huang Xinghai took a few deep breaths, forcibly calmed down, stared at the severed arm with his fingers hooked, and thought quickly in his mind.

The fingers on that arm had claws, not nails, indicating that they weren't supposed to be human arms, but there were a lot of custom warlords who would make their nails into claws.

Moreover, this is a special warehouse for combat body scrap, so there should be no real human arms.

Perhaps, the severed arm was just a simple stress reaction, which is why he hooked his finger at him.

Huang Xinghai calmed down, slowly stepped forward, and looked at the arm again.

Compared with other battle arms, the texture of the skin of this arm, the shape of the joints, the proportions of each part, and the flesh and blood at the fracture are more like real arms.

"Could it be...... Time Company's biological warfare body? Huang Xinghai thought about it, and suddenly a bold guess popped up.

As the inventor of the quantum warfare body, Times has always been at the forefront of science and technology, controlling a number of the top technologies of mankind.

Times was able to create one-of-a-kind biowarfare bodies, using almost no electronic components and instead of biotechnology. The body material looks very similar to the real flesh and blood of humans, using blood to transport energy substances and nerves for signal transmission, but the degree of toughness far exceeds that of human flesh and blood, which is known as the development direction of quantum warfare bodies in the future.

However, the cost of the biowarfare body is too high, the process is too complex, the annual production is only a few units, and there are dedicated repair and recycling channels, so it should not be in the scrap warehouse of this town.

Huang Xinghai gritted his teeth, simply walked over slowly, picked up a short leg casually, and tentatively touched the broken arm.

There was no other reaction to the severed arm, and the index finger was still unconsciously hooking, as if it was just a simple stress response.

Huang Xinghai breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the broken leg, and came back to the front of the broken arm.

He took a deep breath and slowly reached out a hand to pick up the severed arm again.

Suddenly, the bruised tendons of the broken arm burst out and grabbed his palm tightly, as if he had found a life-saving straw, and he would not let go.

Huang Xinghai was startled again, and shook his hand vigorously, but he couldn't shake it off at all, and the severed hand grabbed him like a pliers.

However, the severed hand seemed to have no malice, and the sharp claws actively retracted into the flesh, without stabbing him.

At this time, the index finger of the severed arm moved again, gently swiping in Huang Xinghai's palm, as if he was doing something important.

Huang Xinghai carefully sensed the trajectory of the index finger stroke, and finally understood that it was writing!

This severed arm is writing in the palm of his hand!

It reads – "Take me away!" ”

Huang Xinghai stared at this broken arm in surprise!

It actually begged him to take it away!

What arm is this?

Why do you still talk?

Huang Xinghai had never encountered such an evil thing in his life, and he couldn't help but carefully study this broken arm.

Soon, he discovered a strange phenomenon, although blood came out of the wound of the broken arm, it did not drip down, but always condensed into a ball.

Even though the arm had just been thrown by him, the blood had not been stained with anything else. It was as if there was some kind of suction on the arm, which was firmly attached to the blood.

At this time, the ball of blood kept shaking at the fracture, with a strange sense of rhythm, like a hypnotist's pendulum, with an inexplicable magic.

Huang Xinghai's gaze was suddenly sucked, his eyelids began to become heavy, and he stretched out his finger and poked the ball of blood.

In an instant, the ball of blood was like a sponge, all of it burrowed into his fingers, and disappeared cleanly.

At the same time, a hot sensation quickly spread from the fingers and spread along the blood vessels to the whole body.

Fortunately, the burning sensation quickly subsided, and he quickly checked his body, moved his limbs, and did not notice anything unusual.

"What the hell?" Huang Xinghai stared at the severed arm in horror.

This blood of unknown origin just poured into his body, who knows if there will be terrible consequences such as speeding up his cultivation, focusing more intensively, being invulnerable to all poisons, and becoming handsome?

He gritted his teeth and searched around again, but found no more stumps identical to the arm.

It was already dark, and the underground space was even more eerie, with countless corpses piled around, their faces distorted and weird, and a pair of eyes staring at him from all directions.

Huang Xinghai felt furious in his heart, quickly took off his schoolbag, stuffed his weird arm into it, and quickly left here.

When he returned to the ground, the cool night wind blew, the grass swayed, billions of stars twinkled in the night sky, and a spaceship pierced the night sky and flew towards the stars, everything was as usual.

His violently beating heart slowly calmed down, and under the vast starry sky, he walked towards the school.

When he returned to school, the street lights were already lit everywhere, and students walked by in twos and threes, as if they had returned to the world from hell.

Carrying a heavy schoolbag, he walked half of the campus to the club activity center and entered the special activity room of the "Handicraft Club" on the second floor.

The sensor lights came on automatically, and the activity room was empty, except for a few large metal workbenches.

Huang Xinghai walked to the storage area at the back, verified his fingerprints, and opened his locker.

The cabinet was large, with a variety of handmade materials piled up inside, and the most striking thing was a broken battle body.

The body was ugly, the proportions of the various parts of the body were very incongruous, and it was obviously a patchwork of parts of various models, it looked like a deformed person, and many of the parts were obsolete models.

It lacks a right arm, a notch that exposes various electronic components inside, and several photoelectric wires hang down.

This is the quantum battle body that Huang Xinghai spent two years assembling, and now it is finally about to succeed.

He dragged the body out of the cabinet, placed it on a workbench, pulled the fusion capacitor out of his pocket, and began to install it.

His eyes are focused, his movements are skillful and neat, and as soon as all kinds of tools fall into his hands, they seem to be injected with life, dancing flexibly on the complex circuit board, and his slender fingers fly up and down, with even force, and there is no superfluous operation, which is pleasing to the eye.

His academic performance is average, and his cultivation is not excellent, but he is good at making some electronic products.

Every time the handicraft club organizes an activity, the students of the club like to gather around him to watch his operation.

His operation is very smooth, and it takes a long time for others to bump into the electrical appliances that he can complete.

Moreover, the things he made were visually plus, and even the inside of the appliances was clean.

The electrical appliances made by other students, when they were taken apart, the wiring inside was disorganized, casually crowded together, like entangled threads.

As soon as the electrical appliances he made were disassembled, the wiring layout inside was reasonable, the roots were distinct, neat and orderly.

In less than five minutes, he installed the fusion capacitor in place, and the welding joints were very smooth, and there were no welding marks.

Now, the whole body is missing that right arm, which is very eye-catching.

Huang Xinghai bit his lip, turned around and walked to the door of the activity room, poked his head out to look outside, and saw that there was no one in the corridor, so he quickly closed the door.

He went back to his workbench, pulled out his backpack, and took the strange arm out.

When he saw this arm again, he still felt a little hairy in his heart, and remembered all the strange phenomena before.

Since this arm is so magical, will it be compatible with this body?

He immediately placed this arm on the right side of his body, aimed it at the gap in his shoulder, and squeezed it hard.

The next moment, something magical happened!

The flesh at the broken arm actually squirmed, swallowing several light wires at the gap into the flesh, and then automatically changing the shape of the flesh and blood, perfectly docking with the gap in the battle body.

Huang Xinghai looked at it in a daze, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the interface between the arm and the battle body.

It was smooth and flat, leaving no gaps, as if they had grown together.

"It's amazing!" Huang Xinghai muttered to himself.

Rubbing his hands in anticipation, he hurried back to the cabinet and took out something similar to a motorcycle helmet from it and put it on his head.

This is a quantum helmet, which is equivalent to an importer, which can use the ultra-distant characteristics of the quantum level to import consciousness into the quantum battle body regardless of space, even if the distance between the two is 100 million light years, consciousness can also be introduced.

After Huang Xinghai put on this quantum helmet, his consciousness was immediately imported into the battle body on the workbench, and he used this battle body as his body.

The eyes of the battle body became his eyes, the real sense of touch came from the hundreds of millions of sensors on his skin, and his ears heard the conversations of his classmates outside the building.

He immediately jumped off the workbench and used his magical right arm to make various movements, waving, bending, fingers together, clenching fists, and raising his middle fingers......

All the movements are very smooth, the joints are flexible, as if you are manipulating your arms, and there is no sense of blockage.

"It's so flexible!" Huang Xinghai was shocked in his heart.

This body is assembled with some miscellaneous components, and many of the components are aging, and the control is not smooth, like a crappy robot.

Only this right arm is very magical, just like your own arm, and you can operate it as you like.

"Smack!" Huang Xinghai snapped his fingers with his right hand.

This is the easiest way to distinguish between low-end combat bodies, snapping fingers involves many details such as strength control, interphalangeal joints, skin material, palm socket shape design, etc., low-end combat bodies cannot be beaten, only mid-to-high-end combat bodies can be launched.

"Found a treasure!" Huang Xinghai couldn't help but muttered to himself, revealing a surprised smile, but because the material of his face was too inferior, this smile was very stiff, as if he was grimacing.

The handling and agility of this right arm are undoubtedly top-notch, but I don't know how the power is played.

He immediately stretched out his right hand, grabbed the edge of the workbench, and lifted it up with force.

"Boom!" The heavy workbench was lifted straight out, slammed into the ceiling, and then fell down, shaking the activity room slightly, and all kinds of repair tools were scattered all over the ground.

Huang Xinghai was taken aback suddenly, the workbench was metal, very heavy, but this right arm actually flew out easily, completely violating science.

The stronger the physical performance, the stronger the arm will be. This combat body is just a piece of rotten goods, the performance of the power unit is extremely poor, and the structural design is not reasonable, and the power will be lost by about 40% in the transmission process, so it is impossible to exert such a powerful force.

Obviously, the power just now came from the arm itself, and had nothing to do with the battle body.

Without a doubt, this is a perfect arm, with handling, flexibility, strength, ...... All of them are top-notch, and there are no shortcomings to be found.

"What a gift from God!" Huang Xinghai muttered and looked at the right arm in shock.

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