【!】 Fake, right? 】

【!】 Fake, right? 】

【!】 Fake, right? 】

……

A series of homogeneous barrages drowned out all the other normal barrages, and the surge in number was enough to show the mood of the audience at this moment.

Alfred's expression also froze, and then he immediately turned around and said:

"How do you sell this meat?"

"200 Ming Yuan a gram." The young lady pointed to the sign above the trading window, on which the price of meat was clearly marked, as well as the discounts given when purchasing large quantities such as one catty, two catties, and five catties.

"How much do I have to eat to achieve the effect of rebirth of a severed limb?" Alfred pointed to the person who grabbed the mechanical arm and walked out, and when the young lady heard this, she found a form out of nowhere, and said while pointing to the words on it:

"Theoretically speaking, the tonic effect of the visual meat is 1:12, that is, each kilogram of visual meat can recover 12 kilograms of human meat, but the energy required for recovery of different parts such as bones, muscles, fat, internal organs, nerves and so on is different, plus if you have a certain disease, the disease will be given priority, and the actual operation will be slightly less, but the ratio of 1:9 must be there, if you only have one head left, then you need seven kilograms of visual meat to recover."

[Exaggeration, exaggeration! 】

[Doesn't this thing go through the digestive system?] How do you eat with only one head left? 】

What if I replace my entire digestive system with a bionic organ? 】

[Maybe people directly penetrate the brain-blood barrier? 】

[Don't make a fuss, that thing isn't glucose!] 】

……

Watching the barrage regain its activity from the state of repetition, Alfred also asked:

"Meat must be eaten, right? How can it be effective if you don't have a stomach? ”

Hearing Alfred's question, the young lady replied very indifferently:

"Actually, no, in extreme cases, the meat can be used as a dressing, it can penetrate from the wound or mucous membrane and reconstruct the limbs, but it is delicious in itself, and the oral speed is also faster, and it does not affect the effect after cooking, so everyone generally eats it directly."

"In other words, this thing is a cure-all?" Alfred's expression trembled slightly, and the young lady also nodded, but still added:

"To be precise, visual meat can cure all injuries and diseases caused by exogenous factors, but for genetic pathologies and mental diseases, visual meat is also helpless."

[Where did the genetic disease come from these years, there won't really be a child who can't afford to pay for that little bit of genetic modulation, right? ] 】

[That's right, genetic diseases were completely eliminated twenty years ago, and as for pure endogenous psychosis, it's rare in itself! 】

[It seems that only cancer can't be cured, but cancer can be cut directly, can't you just eat this after cutting?] 】

……

The introduction of the young lady did not make the atmosphere fall back, but caused the discussion in the live broadcast room to increase rapidly, Alfred thought for a moment, and then turned around and left the Tai Sui Palace.

"Going to the disease is actually really treating the disease, but with this level of healing ability, I seem to understand a little bit why I am in the illegal zone."

[Meng Xin doesn't understand, why? ] 】

[Why?] Because you're afraid of being seen by big business? If those big companies know, they will get the technology over in minutes! 】

[That's over, the anchor's live broadcast iron is exposed, should I go over and buy some and save it now? ] Even if you can't afford to buy the meat, the previous strong pill sounds good. 】

[Go and go together, this rotten righteous body Lao Tzu doesn't want it for a long time! ] 】

The barrage was chaotic for a while, but Alfred secretly entered some opinions, guided the direction of the barrage, and at the same time walked towards the second store.

"I've already been to the Sick Tai Sui Palace, I'm a little curious about what the situation is about asking for fate and finding murder, is it fortune-telling and buying murder?"

After that, he walked into the Yisuan Hall, but the picture was completely different from what the audience imagined.

The layout here is not the counter-shaped of the Tai Sui Palace next door, but similar to the library (referring to the Cyber Library), with crystal balls floating in the air in the center of the empty hall, and there is no human participation at all.

The guests walked up to the crystal ball and pressed their hands on it, their expressions were happy or sad, but they didn't even see a specific guide.

Alfred thought for a moment, walked over to a crystal ball, put his hand on it, and in an instant, a string of text appeared on his personal terminal and on the screens of all the spectators—

"You have 127 years of life remaining, do you want to buy more?"

[, is it okay to buy life? 】

[Really? 】

[Maybe it's true?] 】

[Wasn't there a gambler who could gamble his life before? Maybe this is just a ghost who can transfer his lifespan to someone else? 】

[It seems that there is really that possibility when you say that. 】

[Is that a ghost who can produce meat?] 】

[Only I noticed that the anchor can live for more than a hundred years?] 】

……

The audience's thinking was so divergent that before Alfred could guide him, everyone had a reasonable explanation, so he said directly:

"What about the purchase price?"

"The unit life is 60,000 yuan per year, and the lowest selling price is one month."

[300,000 a year? If those rich people knew, wouldn't they be crazy? 】

[Don't forget that the currency here is independent, and you can exchange credits for 200 at a time, and there is a limit to the total amount of monthly exchange.] 】

[Then send 10,000 people in to change, the bigwigs will discuss, one person for a month or something. 】

[Anyway, why do you think the big guy will spend money to buy it instead of directly taking this place into his own hands? ] 】

[Don't you want to die?! 】

……

"It looks like it's another commodity I can't afford, heh, it's the first time I've found myself so poor!" Alfred let out a self-deprecating sound that looked like he was hiding something, and walked towards the next storefront with a forced composure.

The moment he stepped into the store, both Alfred and the audience in the live broadcast room fell into a stupor.

If Tai Sui Palace is an old-fashioned shop, and Yisuan Hall is a self-service library, then this Taibai Mansion does not feel like a store at all, because in this huge store, all the furnishings are only a low table.

There are three boxes of different colors on the low table, one white, one red and one black, but I don't know what it does, but the all-round sense of oppression can act on the audience even through the screen.

And all this pressure comes from a loose-leaf booklet in front of those three boxes.

Alfred frowned, looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no one else, he couldn't help muttering:

"There's not even a person, could it be that the clerk went to the toilet?"

Having said that, he walked over to the low table, picked up the loose-leaf booklet, and flipped through it, only to find that each page was a table with words such as "name", "age", "address", "characteristics", and a small paper bag with the word "sample" written on it, glued to the page, and a place to put a photograph on it.

At the same time, a solemn voice also sounded:

"White search, red punishment, black life."

(End of chapter)