A stream of heat spreads from the soles of the feet to the limbs, the warmth is like the cold winter wax moon jumping into the hot spring pool, every inch of skin is gently soothed by the water, and it is like an unborn baby, in the mother's amniotic fluid, swimming freely.

Zhang Chi closed his eyes and felt that he had opened his eyes from the plane, and since now, he has never been more relaxed.

The pores are stretched, breathing is accelerated, and a thin sweat breaks out on the forehead.

She was completely free from hunger and exhaustion.

The shoes were hard and her feet were worn out.

I injured my finger while mining the other day.

During the fight, the ankle was twisted, and the black green had not subsided......

The heat then rushed to the part she sensed, from the bottom up, painstakingly infused and repaired, until all the abnormalities disappeared and they flowed to the next part......

As he passed from his spinal cord to his head, Zhang Chi heard a voice.

I don't know where it came from, it was light and soft.

"Still, still, ......"

"Not enough, not enough, not enough ......"

Like the rumored song of the banshee, it wanders back and forth across the endless sea, transporting the crew to the unknown and treacherous depths.

She was halfway drunk, and she woke up.

In front of him was the body of Liu Kosi who was losing temperature, and there was a screw needle stuck in his neck.

Zhang Chi walked over, took off the screw, turned on the faucet, scrubbed a little bit, and looked in the mirror, she saw her face.

His face was covered with blood splattered.

Bowing his head, clothes and shoes, none of them were spared.

Retracting her gaze, she found that the contusions on her fingers had completely disappeared, and Zhang Chi pulled up the hem of her pants-

There is no black green on the ankles.

Take off your shoes – there is a thin callus on the soles of your feet, but there are no abrasions or blisters.

Everything just now is true.

She had a lot of physical strength, even more than before the fight, but for no reason, she felt tired and wanted to find a place to sit. When he walked to the bed, he remembered that he was covered in blood, so he took two steps back and sat down on the floor.

It's on the right hand side of Lyukos, at the waist position.

The dead eyes still stayed in the direction of the previous oblique downward, just staring at Zhang Chi, which was weird.

So Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and pulled his upper eyelid down.

The sign on his chest read 902, a cigarette in his jacket pocket, and nothing else. She glanced at the back of 902's head, and the sound of him falling to the ground just now sounded—

It's very crisp, not dull at all, not like bones hitting the ground, but - some kind of extremely dense metal, which accelerates in mid-air, and it sounds very quickly, amazingly loud.

Zhang Chi tried to turn 902 over, she thought she would have a great time - after all, his height was not low, his muscle content was high, and his weight was probably at least twice as much as her, but unexpectedly, in addition to his size limiting her movement scale, 902 was as light as a stone less than 30kg in her hand.

For the first time, her perception of weight lost sight.

Until then, she can confirm that all people and matter in this world follow the same laws of physics, that when working in the mines, the weight of the ore does not deviate from the weight of the wheelbarrow, the cotton is light, the cotton thread is light, the tools, the soap in the shower, all the everyday objects maintain their proper weight.

Could it be that 902 has a physical problem?

He underwent some kind of transformation, and his body volume remained the same, and his weight was extremely reduced.

Zhang Chi thought for a moment, stood up and walked to the side of the bed, bent down to grasp the metal pipe, and slowly lifted it up-

Without any difficulty, it was easily lifted half a meter off the ground.

The weight of the metal bed has also become lighter -

No, to be exact, something was wrong with her.

Zhang Chi slowly lowered the metal bed, aimed at the round hole on the ground that was squeezed out by the dust, and then looked down at his hands.

The flesh was delicate, not even a single callus or wound, and she looked more pampered than when she came here. She suddenly realized a terrible fact-

If the body could be repaired after every battle, it would be almost impossible for her to find any traces of the past in herself.

Everyone should have traces, people who hold guns all year round have calluses on their mouths, people who play guitar and bass have calluses on their fingertips, people who hold pens all year round have calluses on the joints of their ring fingers, people who dance ballet have calluses on their toes, and people who sprint have muscular calves......

Every wound in the body, the tearing and regrowth of muscles, is a feedback of habit.

Zhang Chi found that his judgment was biased again-

She thinks that "herself" is at least a civilized citizen of society.

She doesn't have tattoos on her body, she doesn't look like she's been in a gang, she doesn't have a lot of wounds, she doesn't have a living on the streets, she has very delicate fingers, and she doesn't look like she's done any rough work. The most suitable identity is an ordinary person who does not worry about food and clothing - if it is not ordinary, I am afraid that he will not fall into this kind of place.

Wait, she's fought with the Transhuman before, why did she trigger this repair mechanism when she ran into 902?

Is there something different about 902, or-

Death is a necessary condition for triggering.

Zhang Chi's heart jumped.

She put her hands in her hair, calmed down for a moment, crouched down in front of 902, and began to study the previous question.

The back of 902's head is no different from anyone else's. If there is anything wrong, it is that there is a bit of hair - in the eyes of his age, it belongs to a very enviable type.

Zhang Chi reached out and pulled her hair—the real thing, she put down her hand, looked away a little disappointed, and suddenly found that behind his ear, a piece of skin the size of a fingernail was slightly different from the color of his neck.

Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and pressed the piece of skin, there was no subcutaneous fat, no blood vessels and fascia, a little empty, and a little hard. She took out a screwdriver and cut the skin little by little along the edge—

Peel off the skin, and inside is a brain-computer interface.

The only report Zhang Chi has seen in the library about brain computers is an advertisement for a life magazine -

"What should I do if my brain gets water? Haijin steel skull, waterproof and insulated, no longer have to worry about beauty salons! ”

The content is very short, which probably means that this kind of skull is very hard, and it is suitable for 90% of the brain computers on the market, and there are three solutions for one-third bone, half bone, and whole bone transformation.

Zhang Chi cut open 902's scalp and found that the skull he installed was one-third of the bones, the posterior occipital area was made of metal, and the forehead and middle were native skulls. This is currently the most chosen skull modification option, with the back of the head being the most vulnerable part of the brain.

In general, few people move their native parts of their body unless they are required for combat or occupation.

The most expensive thing of everything here is not the installation, once the prosthetic and brain computer is chosen, it is the never-ending maintenance and inspection - the failure rate that electronics can never rule out.

Zhang Chi put his hand on the metal skull.

She wondered if the skull of this material could be intact under her hands.

Her fingers exerted, and the tips began to warm, and the metal skull deformed little by little, and finally made the mark of half a palm.

She didn't withdraw her hand.

Ten seconds passed

Thirty seconds passed.

Thirty-eight seconds.

Zhang Chi withdrew his hand.

The skull had completely morphed into a crumpled mass of crumpled newspaper. The toughness of the metal is good and there is no cracking.

According to previous tests, her palms would heat up rapidly within ten seconds of crumpling the metal, with fifteen seconds being the hottest and almost burning her.

Now the time has been extended to thirty-eight seconds.

She's getting stronger.

Zhang Chi's gaze moved to the back of 902's left hand.

A red badge.

Crumbling on the back of the hand, without any stickiness, just relying on its own weight, gently sticking to it.

Shifted.

Next to the red badge, at the wrist position, there is also a black eraser-sized six-pointed star.

It's kind of like a tattoo.

Zhang Chi reached out and picked up the red chapter.

A thin piece seems to break with a little force.

She attached the card to the bracelet.

The card heats up in an instant, and the sparks spread from the center to the surroundings, as fast as magnesium bars, and within a second, all of them are flying smoke.

"Drip".

A very light prompt sounds.

Zhang Chi lowered his head, and the scrolling green text of [+1000] was displayed on the bracelet.

Scrolled back and forth three times.

The last number shown is 971.3.

It's just a string of numbers.

I don't know why, but she suddenly felt a little funny.

And she laughed.

Suddenly I didn't want to laugh anymore.

She got up from the floor, picked up a handkerchief and began to sweep the room.

Halfway through the sweep, there was another knock on the door.

Zhang Chi tightened the screw and lowered his position and walked to the door, and found that it was 110. He first glanced at Zhang Chi's face, then moved his gaze to her clothes and shoes, and raised his eyebrows.

It was all blood.

110 said, "I didn't expect you to be quite hard." As he spoke, his head was stretched in, and his eyes wandered, as if he was looking for something.

Zhang Chi realized that 902 might have been seen by 110 when he came - he might have heard all the noises in this room until everything calmed down, and then came and knocked on the door.

"What's the matter with you?"

110: "Nothing. Curious. ”

"Curious?"

"Curious which of you wins and loses."

Zhang Chi only opened the door a little bit, completely blocking 902's body behind, and 110 didn't see anything, only the thick smell of blood in the room.

"The first time I've seen a 902 lose."

Zhang Chi rolled his eyes: "No one here can afford to lose twice." ”

110 chuckled, "You're right. ”

Zhang Chi: "What's the matter with you?" ”

110: "I guess if you're not dead, I can help you explain that you didn't kill 093." ”

Zhang Chi frowned.

110 spread his hands: "But 902 is dead, whether you killed people or not, the tiger's people will not let you go." ”

Zhang Chi looked at him coldly: "Do you know who killed him?" ”

110 nodded.

Zhang Chi: "From the beginning? ”

110 hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Zhang Chi's face was not very good-looking.

If 110 knew who the killer was, then why did he deliberately pretend to be unaware in the cafeteria? He wanted to see the Tigers do it to themselves. If the Tigers' men won, then naturally it goes without saying. If the people sent by the Tiger were killed by her, even if it was found out that 093's death was not done by her, she would have formed a bond with the Tiger.

In this case, her best bet is to join the Chancellor.

There was no way he could explain it for himself.

110 seemed to realize that his behavior was very inappropriate, and began to apologize very insincerely: "It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I felt very guilty. ”

Zhang Chi's eyes slashed at 110's body, I don't know why, being stared at like this, as if he had thousands of needles pierced all over his body, he took back his hand on the door frame, leaned back slightly, and changed the topic by the way-

"You don't want to know who killed 093?"

Zhang Chi: "Who?" ”

110：“333。 ”

Zhou Ke?

Zhang Chi asked, "How do you know?" ”

The smile on 110's face gradually expanded: "Don't tell you." ”

Zhang Chi: "......"

Nerve.

110: "By the way, there is a rule within the gang called mission transfer. ”

Zhang Chi thought for a while, but didn't think of anything, so he asked, "What do you mean?" ”

110: "Tasks that were not completed by the previous person are automatically transferred to the next person." ”

"Joining a gang, it is impossible to have only benefits and no obligations."

"Once the gang leader posts a task, everyone can choose whether or not to receive it. 902 is the first to take you on this task. If he doesn't complete the task, the task is automatically postponed to the next gang member. ”

In other words, killing you is not an option. If you don't get killed, the quest will keep going down until everyone in the gang can't complete it - that is, the Tiger won't be able to stop hunting you unless you kill everyone. ”

Zhang Chi was silent for a moment.

110 said, "Afraid? ”

Zhang Chi asked, "Then why did you invite me to join the justice?" ”

"Is this good for you?"

110: "If you join the Chancellor, the mission will be automatically canceled." ”

Zhang Chi: "Why? ”

110: "For the Lord Chancellor has the same system." ”

"If the Tiger's men kill the Justice's man, then the Justice's mission will also start to hunt down the Tiger." 110 smiled, "You know what's going to happen. This kind of game where you kill me and I kill you doesn't do any good to us. When everyone is dead, what is the use of gangs? ”

"It's the unspoken rule of the gang. Or rather, only in the unspoken rules of the reform battalion. ”

Makes sense.

Zhang Chi asked, "What about outside the reform camp?" ”

110: "Beyond the camp is the rules of the garbage island. ”

Zhang Chi asked: "Garbage Island? ”

110: "You should know that whoever gets out of the camp alive will become residents of Junk Island." ”

"You didn't go out either, how do you know?"

"Because I'm a man of justice." 110 said, "Everyone who comes to the Judges of Junk Island knows what to expect here. ”

Zhang Chi suddenly thought of the rumors he heard in the mine before: "You are covering the sky with one hand in the Sanjin Market? ”

110 said in surprise, "You don't know as much as I thought. ”

If the justices were able to infiltrate the justice system, and as 012 said, those who were chosen to enter the garbage island were all here to cover - they had already discussed it beforehand. Who will come here and even know what will happen here. So it is very likely that the justices did not get together after the camp was reformed, they were very few in number, and they paid attention to "blood", because they came from Sanjin City together.

They don't want to recruit new members unless they feel a disadvantage.

That's why the justices want to join in.

Zhang Chi's gaze moved to 110's arm, his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and the tattoo of the balance was like a docile gecko, lying quietly on his forearm with teeth and claws.

"Do all of you justices have this tattoo?"

110 followed Zhang Chi's line of sight and pointed to his tattoo: "This? Only from the middle level and above. ”

After speaking, he pursed his lips as if he was embarrassed, "If you come over, I can help you fight for it." ”

Zhang Chi: "......"

110: "Okay. I'll fight for you, how about it? ”

Zhang Chi: "Thank you, no need. ”

With a "bang", Zhang Chi closed the door.

110 stood at the door, unable to figure out what he had done wrong, so he couldn't breathe, raised his fist and smashed it against the door, and when he was about to hit the door frame, he suddenly reacted, quickly deflected his fist, and smashed the force on the wall next to him.

The sound is very soft.

There was nothing wrong with what he had just said, except for one fact that he had concealed. 902 is a high-ranking member of the Tigers, nicknamed "Human Slaughter", who was notorious on the road before he was imprisoned, and his manipulator is a natural enemy in close combat, and he is almost invincible in confined space combat.

Moreover, the higher the proportion of mechanical prosthetic modifications, the more difficult it is to predict offensive intentions. There are so many mechanical prosthetics circulating on the black market that only those who know the structure of the mechanical prosthetics inside can deduce the internal weapon structure from the slight differences in appearance - dodging 902's offensive combos.

She looked unscathed.

From the time 902 passed by his door to the time he knocked on the door, it was only ten minutes before 902 stopped moving.

How long does she really fight? Five minutes? Ten minutes?

She's stronger than anyone could have imagined.

She herself didn't seem to feel anything, no complacency, no arrogance, or any luck for the rest of her life. Her expression was so normal, so calm that it was impossible to read any information from her face.

She didn't look for the green chapter first after coming here, like other red chapters, and tested her strength one by one. This is the Gu breeding ground of the Silver Republic and the Rhine Empire, everyone comes from different cities, different gangs, like big fish from countless seas, all squeezed into a stinky ditch.

Even the Green Chapter, in their original city, may be quite famous in the Dao.

If it weren't for the serious threat to social stability, it wouldn't have been sent to a place like a garbage island.

Why is she too lazy to tempt?

The only possible explanation is that she didn't take everyone into account at all.

Whoever comes, it's a result.

110 walked back to the dormitory, closed the door, and found himself covered in cold sweat.

***

Zhang Chi sat on the floor of the dormitory and worried about 902's corpse-

The red chapter is too strong.

It was a fluke that she was able to subdue 902. He's a transformer, and she happens to have the ability to manipulate metal. 902 didn't expect to have a weapon in tow. What if the next one is a heteroblood? She had no idea what tricks were waiting for her.

After thinking quietly for five minutes, Zhang Chi began to disassemble and assemble the metal parts on the 902.

She unloaded the coiled metal blades from the backs of 902's hands, and pulled them out one by one, restoring them to their original appearance little by little—again, there was no way a human could be as accurate as a machine. The metal blades have always maintained a strange twist, though they have been largely flattened.

Zhang Chi inserted four metal blades into the metal pipe of the bed frame, and the other four were hidden in the soles of his shoes, two on one side. To prevent cuts, she also put on an extra layer of socks.

Other accessories are either very difficult to remove, or even if they are removed, they are not very easy to hide.

Zhang Chi did not dismantle it again.

The only question remains.

What to do with this body.