Ruan Xian glanced at Ding Zepeng, who was obviously nervous beside him. Without opening the metal box, he put on a smile: "Thank you, Brother Chi, my fever has subsided, so don't waste anything."

Brother Chi's face stinks a bit: "If you can't do anything, we have to take care of you. Don't do this."

"My physique is not very good, and I am allergic to many medicines. Brother Chi, I really don't need it. If something happens to me, I have to trouble you." Ruan Xian added a hint of weakness to his tone.

"Eat what you want." Brother Chi slowed down his tone, too lazy to hide any more, and put one hand on the gun handle on his waist clearly.

"This, isn't this very rare? Brother Ruan was born well, but 231 didn't say anything, and Brother Chi, you won't" Ding Zepeng finally couldn't help stepping forward, looking a little embarrassed.

"Does he look like a survivor? He has thin skin and tender meat. 231 is nothing but a brainless thing. Who knows how things in the city will develop. If something goes wrong, you are responsible or I am responsible. ?"

Ding Zepeng scratched his head, looked away, and said nothing.

"Don't worry, if your brain grows, nothing will happen." Brother Chi's voice is a little hoarse and his eyes are not good.

The brain is fleshy?

Ruan Xian opened the metal box, and there were four or five gray discs with metallic luster lying in them. The shape really looked like a potion.

"You put the gun down first. I'll eat, I'll eat," he said resignedly.

"I'll come by myself. Xiao Ding, get the guy ready. You also watch him, just in case." Brother Chi pulled out the gun, took out another metal box with his spare hand, and took the tablet with one hand.

"Where is the gentleman who saved me?" Ruan Xian thought for a moment and looked flustered.

"Out there, he won't come to rescue you this time." Brother Chi frowned, "Be honest."

Sitting up straight, Ruan Xian stared at the muzzle of the gun pretending to be afraid. He didn't resist any longer, and opened his mouth timidly.

Since Tang Yibu was outside and specifically mentioned cooperation, it was impossible to be unprepared for the current situation. Tang Yibu didn't say that this thing shouldn't hurt him too badly - if he wanted to destroy his will, Tang Yibu could pretend to be a rescuer from the beginning and deceive him directly.

However……

Brother Chi snorted, and neatly stuffed the tablet into Ruan Xian's throat. Then he grabbed the water cup handed by Ding Zepeng and poured a few sips of water directly.

After confirming that there was no trace of the pills in Ruan Xian's mouth, Brother Chi put down the gun and moved the mouth of the cup.

"It doesn't look abnormal. Let 231 take care of him and give him something to eat by the way. Xiao Ding, you can contact Lao Zhang with me. If you don't believe me tonight, we will avoid the refuge."

Ruan Xian covered his mouth and coughed wildly for a while, almost spitting it out.

Ding Zepeng hurriedly stood up and patted Ruan Xian on the back.

Seeing Brother Chi coming out of the tent, he took out a cake-like thing from the cloth bag in the corner and stuffed it into Ruan Xian's hand. By the way, he lowered his voice: "Brother Ruan, don't be afraid. Brother Chi has that temper. He doesn't have any malicious intent..."

"It's okay. It's just that I haven't figured out what's going on, and I'm a little flustered." Ruan Xian smiled kindly. The young man is a person who can't hide his thoughts. "The rules here are pretty scary."

Ding Zepeng's eyes flickered for a while: "Brother Ruan... Sigh, let's talk later this time, I have to help Brother Chi."

"Is there anything to relieve the boredom? The kind that can divert attention." Seeing Ding Zepeng becoming more and more uneasy, Ruan Xian's voice softened and he quickly brought up the previous topic.

"Oh." Ding Zepeng took out another A4-sized soft board from the cloth bag and handed it over with both hands. "Look at this, a little magazine."

The harvest was much better than expected. Before Ruan Xian could thank him, Ding Zepeng added another sentence.

"...A few years before the destruction of the world, I only found so much."

With a trembling hand, Ruan Xian almost dropped the soft board in his hand to the ground.

After confirming that the pills that were spit back into the palm of his hand and should have been taken were not exposed, Ruan Xian gritted his teeth, and it took a long time to strain the expression on his face——

This time he was sure that Ding Zepeng did not lie.

"Little Ding." Ruan Xian reached out his hand decisively and grabbed the young man's arm.

"Brother Ruan?"

"If I don't waste your time, I'll just ask." The child looked simple and didn't want to ask too complicated questions. Ruan Xian quickly found a suitable breakthrough.

"Cheng, Brother Ruan, you ask."

"The medicine just now, are there any side effects that need to be paid attention to? What do you mean by 'the brain grows from flesh'?"

Hearing this question, Ding Zepeng's expression instantly relaxed a lot: "Brother Chi is afraid that the androids in the city will sneak in. That pill can destroy their electricity... Oh, the electronic brain. Once the brain is finished, their Immediately the performance went wrong, it was easy to see.”

"The androids in the city?"

"Well, but it's getting less and less recently. Brother Ruan, don't worry, Brother Chi is a little rough, but the medicine doesn't hurt anyone." Ding Zepeng rubbed his hands. "I'm going to Brother Chi. We're on a hill not far from the tent. Just tell 231 if you're not feeling well, and he'll take care of you."

I planned to continue this topic, but seeing Ding Zepeng stepping out, Ruan Xiantun returned the question that slipped to his lips.

Since almost chaotic androids exist...

But the object of his suspicion is nearby, and this is not a good time to inquire.

Watching Ding Zepeng leave the tent, Ruan Xian put the soft board on his lap, broke off a small piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing the dry and bitter cake silently, he touched the thin dry branch from the ground, broke it directly, and used the sharp wooden tip to prick his finger.

Consciousness almost returned to normal, and he had to make sure that what was happening in the ruins wasn't a hallucination.

A drop of blood emerged from the wound, and when Ruan Xian was about to breathe a sigh of relief, it was absorbed by the skin tremblingly, leaving no traces of broken skin on the fingertips.

Still the same.

Ruan Xian closed his eyes and tapped his thigh under the thin blanket with his fingertips that should have been injured. Although the sweat sticking to his body is not very pleasant, he is generally comfortable, and there is no discomfort other than that.

The stagnation of thinking disappeared completely, and the solid sense of control returned again. Memories are like documents organized into categories, neat and organized.

Twelve years ago, his research partner, Fan Linsong, undoubtedly shot him in the head.

It stands to reason that his bodily functions should stop quickly, but from the current situation, he can skip this problem for the time being.

The monitoring of the institute is so tight that Fan Linsong would not be stupid enough to try to transport the body out. Now that think about it, there are all kinds of unnatural places in their quarrel. He tried to persuade Fan Linsong the whole time, but the other party seemed to be simply venting his anger.

My research partner is not a passion-killing type at all. Fan Linsong absolutely calculated the time and place, and even called a helper in advance to pretend to be an assistant.

If you were yourself, what would you do with the corpse of an adult male?

The fingertips tap faster, and more details are pulled from the bottom of the memory.

The way to deal with corpses is one in Lab 7 - a container full of nanobot α-092. And when the quarrel happened, he was modifying the nanorobot α-092 in Lab 7.

α-092 was originally used for the preservation of transplanted organs, and it can dissolve and preserve living tissue for a long time. Given the right command, it will reassemble the dissolved organ while rapidly repairing damaged cells, allowing the transplanted organ to reach its theoretical peak.

It is not that no one has proposed the use of α-092 for the treatment of the entire human body, but it cannot execute orders that are too complex, and the successful repair of a single organ is the limit.

At the time, Ruan Xian focused on expanding its usability. But what is actually being developed is not stable, it can only be regarded as a semi-finished product, and it is not even used for animal testing.

But if you simply use it to destroy a body, things will be much simpler. It breaks down everything, including bones and hair, without leaving a trace. Then as long as the test product is declared to be scrapped, the metal warehouse will be transported to the deepest basement, and will be sampled and destroyed by specialized personnel.

With Fan Linsong's authority, it is not difficult to do this.

Although I don't know why the experimental solution was not destroyed, this idea can indeed explain a lot. After the experimental α-092 was activated, it quickly repaired and strengthened his body that should have died. The heightened perception when he first woke up and the high fever after less than half a day can all be explained.

It was a sample made by himself, and Ruan Xian knew its limits.

Even if the perception and resilience are enhanced for a certain period of time, and even appear to be restored to health, the performance of α-092 cannot be adapted to the complex human body at all. To put it simply, his body was not completely "fitted", but was forcibly bonded by α-092, just like a sandcastle on the beach - no matter how fine, it couldn't compare to a real rock fortress.

A wave can break it apart.

Ruan Xian opened his eyes and looked at his hands.

His high fever and thirst in the underground ruins were nothing more than the collapsed reaction of his body. Theoretically, within two hours after the attack, his flesh would liquefy, turning his whole body into rotten flesh hanging from his bones.

The problem is that he is still alive and has no discomfort.

This 80% is related to the so-called "S-type initial machine". The quickest way is naturally to consult Tang Yibu. It's just not a good idea to expose yourself too early to ask for help from an unpredictable guy.

As for the rescuer, Tang Yibu was staring at him, saying that he was wrong, so he should keep a low profile until he thoroughly understood the environment—

The air is fresh and fresh, with a hint of grass. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the so-called "doomsday".

Twelve years have passed, and don't know if Fan Linsong is still alive.

Ruan Xian was not curious about the other party's motive for killing him. If he guessed correctly, Fan Linsong had already ranted about his motives during that quarrel.

With a wry smile, Ruan Xian put the pills he had just hidden into his pocket. He was stunned for a while, and then he grabbed the soft board left by Ding Zepeng.

Ruan Xian recognized this thing. Twelve years ago, it did not meet the conditions for widespread commercialization. During the time he was unconscious, people obviously made a lot of improvements. Today it's only up to two pages thick, can be rolled up easily, and the videos and words on it are crystal clear.

Ding Zepeng is obviously not a high-tech enthusiast. Most of the materials in it are singing and dancing videos of beautiful girls, essays about popular aesthetics, and many short stories.

Ruan Xian was attentive, looking at ten lines, and quickly poured them into his mind.

Just as he carefully observed a girl's electronic wristband and tried to infer the technical level, Tang Yibu got into the tent. Ruan Xian's movements stopped in mid-air, and the figure of the half-naked girl on the projection screen stopped instantly.

Tang Yibu: "..."

Ruan Xian closed the light screen stiffly. He was not sure if there was any other meaning in the blank face of the other party.

Tang Yibu saw that the air light screen disappeared, and took a few steps forward, seeing that he was about to pull Ruan Xian's collar again. Ruan Xian blocked the hand vigilantly.

"I need to determine your physical condition. Oral sampling is the fastest." Tang Yibu's tone was serious, even a little sincere.

"I'm fine." Ruan Xian said quickly.

"Okay, although I think it is most appropriate to record the data regularly." Tang Yibu looked straight and regretful when he said this. For some reason, Ruan Xian suddenly wanted to beat him.

"If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me." Tang Yibu added again, his tone more sincere.

Maybe he would think about it when he was about to die, and the polite smile on Ruan Xian's face froze for a few seconds. "Speaking of which, I want to ask you—"

The tearing sound of the cloth rang out, and a foot that was so familiar and tiresome pierced through the tent and inserted itself directly between the two of them. Yesterday in the hall of ruins, he almost got stabbed in the head by this thing.

Ruan Xian: "..."

Tang Yibu's reaction was faster than his. He neatly put the bag in the corner on his back, threw something the size of a saucer on the ground, and then picked up Ruan Xian.

The two just rushed out of the tent not far, when a series of loud noises came from behind, mixed with the screams of monsters. The originally calm air suddenly turned into a head-on hurricane, and the surrounding rubble quickly receded behind them, at a terrifying speed, like...

"Contraction and implosion." Ruan Xian whispered.

"Normal explosion is too obvious." Tang Yibu didn't stop, rushing towards the hill closest to the tent. "It's better to implode and not draw unwanted attention."

"Unnecessary attention?"

Tang Yibu stopped, turned around, and silently motioned Ruan Xian to look into the distance.

The weather was fine, the air was clear and clear, and the scenery in the distance was crystal clear. The two were standing on the uphill road, and they could clearly see the appearance of the city.

For a few seconds, Ruan Xian almost thought it was a continuation of the nightmare. When he heard the word doomsday, he made a lot of conjectures, and he had some mental preparations for the appearance of the city s closest to the institute. He thought about abandoned empty cities, the ruins of war, and even blackened craters.

But he hadn't thought about it.

The gray and white city stands in the distance. The building complex is towering into the clouds, with a little metallic luster in the sun, which is closer to the sky than the S city in Ruan Xian's memory. It's just that the shape is no longer a regular cube, but closer to a gray crystal cluster. Countless geometric bodies move regularly on the spire of the building, leaving a series of light trails. Tubular arc-shaped tunnels pass through the complex and communicate with each other like a network of blood vessels stripped of flesh.

The air light screens floating in the air overlap each other, on and off constantly, and they are still conspicuous at this distance.

Not far from the building complex, a tall black wall was erected. Further up is a huge device—or a creature, Ruan Xian could not tell for a while—its long black twelve feet resting on the top of the wall, almost protecting the entire city under him. As time passed, the thing moved from time to time, like a blind spider with no head and belly.

"Come on, follow me to save people. Humans are now an endangered species."

Seeing Ruan Xian falling into silence, Tang Yibu turned around and headed towards the top of the hill again.

"I don't know what 'experience' you are pre-set, maybe you are still affected by memory data. But there is one thing I have to say up front - don't get too close to humans."