"Black Market Doctor ......"

Zhao Ziqi looked at the email titled "Countdown to Death" and muttered.

He knew that the man was coming to him again.

He did not hesitate, put on his coat, inserted a short sword and went out, this trip was destined to be dangerous.

Ten minutes later, he came to a dilapidated street. A rusty bus is parked on the side of the road, and the road is lined with shady buildings, weeds poking their heads out of the cracks in the asphalt and the wreckage of rotting billboards strewn about.

Even in the lower town, the street is quite remote and dangerous. It seems to be lonely, but the shadows are densely covered with mouse-like shiny and dodgy eyes.

It's Refugee Street, an abandoned street that also serves as the black market of the city that never sleeps, the dark side behind the bustling neon complex.

Poor refugees take refuge in abandoned buildings nearby, as they earn far more than enough money to pay their rent.

All kinds of business of unknown origin, with the help of the cover of ruins, are quietly carried out here.

Zhao Ziqi turned into a deep alley with ease, and a big man with tattoos blocked his way.

"I'm looking for a black market doctor." Zhao Ziqi said succinctly.

Seeing that it was a hairy boy, the big man couldn't help but despise a little: "Is there an appointment?" Kid, this is the black market, not a place for you to hang out. ”

Zhao Ziqi glanced at the other party, frowned, and said, "You're new here, right?" I'm an acquaintance of the doctor, and I never need to make an appointment to come here. ”

"You won't be allowed to enter without a reservation!" The big man shouted, and his hands smacked each other, and the whole alley shook with it.

"Transform people?" Zhao Ziqi's eyes were shocked, he could see clearly just now, the palm of the big man was embedded in the muzzle, and the inside of the forearm was also covered with bare lines.

"Humph! If you want to go in, you have to ask me about the gun in my hand, and if you say yes! The big man stared at him menacingly.

Just when the two couldn't hold each other, a voice came from inside the house: "Zhang San, let him in." ”

"Yes!" After receiving the order, the big man Zhang San retreated to the side and made way.

Zhao Ziqi stepped into the house and glanced inside.

It's actually a clinic, and it's full of scissors, scalpels, tweezers, hammers, nails, and all kinds of mechanical parts, and a bookshelf embedded in the wall is stacked with bottles and jars, which contain all kinds of strange medicinal herbs or living creatures.

The only doctor was sitting at the tool table, fiddling with a robotic arm with the lights on.

"You're here?" The doctor took off the light-proof blindfold and glanced at Zhao Ziqi.

"I got your email, so I'm here." Zhao Ziqi responded, sitting on the softest single sofa in the clinic, obviously quite familiar with the layout in this room.

The owner of this clinic is the "black market doctor" who sent Zhao Ziqi a "countdown to death". If ordinary people do business on the black market, most of them are very secretive, but the doctor is afraid that others will not know, and even add a prefix to the signature "black market", saying that this is a bit compelling.

"I told you you you had to come and observe me once a month. You have 100 days to live, and this 100 days is an optimistic estimate, in fact you could die next month, or next week, next hour, next second. The doctor shook his head.

"Looks like you care about me."

"No, it's not like that. I'm going to recover your body as soon as you die, and use it for autopsy and study. You're the only one who can fuse so perfectly with an extraordinary organ! The doctor said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"......" Zhao Ziqi saw the other party's expression, and felt that he was like a little white rabbit thrown into the wolf's den at this time.

A few years ago, a great plague broke out in the city that never sleeps. The original family was infected with the virus and should have died.

But by chance, the doctor found the original body that was on the verge of death, thinking that death is also death, and it is better to use it as experimental material to make some contribution to the medical cause of mankind, so he moved to a black market clinic to conduct scientific research.

Unexpectedly, the original body actually survived after the experiment - of course, it was not really alive. In that experiment, Zhao Ziqi traveled over and replaced the original body, while continuing a limited period of life.

Now there are only a hundred days left before death, and this is the most optimistic estimate that doctors have come up with after calculations. A hundred days later, the extraordinary organs transplanted into Zhao Ziqi's body during the experiment will lose their vitality, and his body functions will fail to death.

"Is there no other way for me to survive? Like a new transcendent organ or something? Zhao Ziqi asked.

The so-called transcendent organ, which is his eye, not only transforms his body and brings him life, but also comes with the hidden talent of being able to see monster information.

"As I said before, transcendent organs are part of the wreckage of monsters. Theoretically, monsters drop items when they die, leaving no bones. When I first obtained this extraordinary organ, I was in an extremely special environment, and it was impossible to reproduce the conditions at that time. So the possibility of substitution is infinitely close to zero. ”

The doctor shook his head: "To be honest, if I didn't still maintain a humanitarian conscience, I would have wanted to pick out your eyeballs, and do research while the activity has not been completely lost...... But to do that is tantamount to indirect killing. I'm a doctor, I only save people, I don't kill people. ”

When Zhao Ziqi heard this, he fell silent, he lowered his head, and found that his fingers were a little trembling.

No one can be calm in the face of death, and neither can he.

"Still, there's another way, maybe a little hopeful." The doctor said suddenly.

"Huh?"

Zhao Ziqi was stunned, the last time he came to the clinic, the doctor told him, your kid is dead.

The doctor pondered for a moment and said, "You should know about the Transcendent, right?" After accumulating enough spiritual power, human beings can obtain some of the extraordinary properties contained in the implant by fusing it, so as to master a certain ability.

And the so-called implants, although they are not extraordinary organs, are also dropped by monsters enriched with extraordinary characteristics.

In a way, implants are very similar to otherworldly organs. The situation between you and the transcendent is very similar. Perhaps, you are now in control of the anomaly to some extent.

So I thought, if you can become transcendent, fuse implants, and inject some transcendent properties into your body, maybe you can reactivate the transcendent organs, and perpetuate, or even completely restore your life. ”

Zhao Ziqi's eyes lit up: "So, as long as I try my best to accumulate spiritual power in these hundred days, and then become an extraordinary being, there is hope of surviving?" ”

"It's not an effort, it's a certainty; Not a hundred days, it's as soon as possible. The doctor said slowly.

After a pause, he added, "Besides, as I have said before, you must not be conspicuous when you are outside; Be cautious and don't put yourself in danger. Even the slightest mistake could reveal the secret of the transcendent organ that you and I have hidden.

Those capitalists and consortia are not like me who keep many precepts, and your eyes are an endless wealth to them. The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. ”

"I understand." Zhao Ziqi nodded.