Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Pink Skeleton

Looking at the back of Ge Gongdao as he was taken away, Zhuang Xuteng couldn't help but sigh: That's a really burly guy.

It wasn't so obvious when he was sitting next to him, but it was especially obvious when the PCPD was holding him on the left and right: the two people together were only slightly wider than him, and on average a head shorter. The broad shoulders and thick arms gave people a sense of threat. No wonder the petty thieves here were intimidated by him.

The door closed behind Ge Gongdao, leaving Zhuang Xuteng and the other ten "prisoners" behind, each with their own thoughts. Only four of these people were captured from the protest site last night, and the others had been here for a long time. Unfortunately, Zhuang Xuteng didn't know anyone, so he didn't see any of the workers who survived the chaos.

Several pairs of feet passed by in front of him, some of which belonged to the guys who wanted to steal his wallet before, which made Zhuang Xuteng nervous. He held his breath, secretly clenched his fists, and prepared to protect himself. At the same time, he never looked up, at least he couldn't look them directly in the eye. I heard that these gang members would use direct eye contact as a provocation.

When those feet walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking only of leaving this dangerous place as soon as possible. The people from these gangs have a common feature, they have black motorcycle tattoos on their necks. The more motorcycles a motorcycle gang member has tattooed, the higher the status of the gang. It is rumored that these people are not only vicious but also greedy. They often fight for petty gains and have no sense of proportion.

These people had already targeted him before, but were temporarily deterred by the strong Ge Gongdao. At this time, Zhuang Xuteng can only rely on himself. The best solution is...

He took out his pants and shirt pockets and showed them directly to those people: two keys, a synthetic sweet candy, and a handkerchief. His trouser pockets were bulging before, and it was this handkerchief that supported it. It was not a wallet at all.

"Tsk..."

There was contempt in the voice, but it also meant that the gangsters of the motorcycle gang had lost interest in Zhuang Xuteng, and he was safe for the time being. Zhuang Xuteng carefully put away the candy and keys, and walked to the next door water room with a handkerchief.

The detention room is divided into two rooms, the large room is used to place benches and criminals, and the relatively smaller room has a toilet and a sink. The two rooms are not covered in the direction of the outside, and the PCPD can see everything through the railing. There is a wall between the two rooms. Going there to wash your face can at least avoid the sight of the Black Bat Gang.

Zhuang Xuteng needs this relaxation, and he also needs to see his own situation.

He staggered to the sink, washed his face first, drank a few sips of water, and then looked at the aluminum mirror embedded in the wall. Except for some shallow scratches on his face, the person inside is in good condition: his face is ruddy and healthy, and his eyes are bright. Zhuang Xuteng frowned, he felt that something was wrong.

He knew very well what state he was in last night, that was the helplessness of almost paralyzed body. He once thought that he was finished. Even if he could survive the chaos, he would definitely be a burden to his family. It would be better to die.

At that time, his muscles were weak, and he was completely picked up from the ground by the PCPD, dragged and thrown into the police car, and thrown into the detention room. After that, his body began to recover miraculously, his hands and feet felt, and his heartbeat became strong again. He tried hard to climb up by the bench, but before he could sit on it, let alone check himself, he was taken to the PCPD for interrogation again.

During this time, he clearly felt that his body was being repaired by an incredible force.

"Could it be that thing from last night?"

There was a shadow-like thing that got into his body. He thought it was some kind of living shadow, but he was not sure. On the one hand, it was very chaotic at the time, the surroundings were in a mess, ghost bullets were still flying around his ears, and there was too much noisy information; on the other hand, his body was paralyzed, his limbs were paralyzed, his vision was hazy, and his whole person was in a state of panic, and he had never seen a living shadow. It is quite normal if you see it wrong, hear it wrong, or remember it wrong.

"What if my guess is right?" Zhuang Xuteng looked at himself in the mirror, and a thought turned in his heart: "Except for the Shadow, nothing can make me recover so quickly and completely."

Many strong people who use the Shadow can quickly recover from injuries, and can even grow limbs again, and survive even if half of their heads are blown off. Such an effect can only happen through the Shadow, and it is still something that is out of reach of today's medical technology.

The Shadow is powerful, mysterious, and can be seen everywhere. There are Shadows in all electronic devices, including the bathroom in this detention room. The fluorescent lights above the head and the monitoring heads in the corners are all connected to the Shadow core with wires and work according to the orders of the core.

Zhuang Xuteng recalled the basic education he received in the vocational school: Shadows are divided into three types, alive, dead, and half-dead. The control chip of electrical equipment uses dead Shadows, and living Shadows are used in body transplants and enhancements. Shadow devices such as pistols contain half-dead Shadows.

Only living shadows can give people strong recovery abilities, and shadows that can get into the body can only be alive. This is common sense. At the same time, another common sense tells him that without the help of special surgery, a living shadow directly entering the body will inevitably lead to immediate death.

So after analyzing this, Zhuang Xuteng's common sense has already produced self-contradictions, and he is even more unsure.

"By the way, if it is a shadow, there should be traces on my body."

Carefully examining his body, including his limbs, chest and abdomen, he tried to find the "shadow birthmark". Once a shadow enters the body, it will leave a mark as long as it works, which will inevitably cause changes in the skin, which are manifested as some geometric figures of different colors. Common ones include blood-red hourglasses, blue-green double pupils, and two rows of teeth biting purple tongues. They are often located on the limbs, and a small number of them are located on the chest and abdomen; most of them appear in a state similar to tattoos, and some will show the effect of scar formation.

These birthmarks will not be healed by regeneration ability, they will only become more and more obvious as the shadow is used. It is said that the security captain of the Scarlet Group, the legendary shadow warrior "Badenburg", every inch of his skin is covered with shadow birthmarks, and his original appearance can no longer be seen.

After a good search on his body, no new birthmarks were found, and Zhuang Xuteng thought of another thing. When he was unable to move, the shattered wall scratched his cheek, and this part of the wound is still there and has not fully recovered. If his paralysis can be recovered, then this skin injury should be healed earlier.

Could it be that there is no shadow possessing him, and he is not paralyzed?

Just as he had this thought, a ball of pink mist appeared from behind him, extending like a tentacle. The bottom of the thing was thinner than the little finger, and the top was about the size of a thumb. It was in a translucent state, and the shadows created by the uneven surface roughly outlined the shape of a skull.

Ugh! What is this thing!

Zhuang Xuteng was frightened and took two steps back. He suspected that he was possessed by a shadow, and there was no lack of fantasy of "getting rich overnight", but when he really experienced this strange thing, his heart was full of panic.

What should I do, what should I do? He found that he was not prepared.

For "how to spend money lavishly after getting rich", he had a whole set of... No, he had imagined more than a dozen different plans. But for the first step, that is, how to get rich - or more accurately - how to deal with the shadow, he had never thought about it.

How to cultivate a shadow, how to tame a shadow, how to use a living shadow, the school did not teach it, the society did not talk about it, and Zhuang Xuteng did not know it! The living shadow possessed him, and he survived. Something that was not in line with common sense happened. Then he could not think whether it was reasonable or not, but should think about what to do first!

"Calm down, Zhuang Xuteng, you have to calm down." He said to himself in the mirror, and made an earnest reminder: "No matter what, don't lose the shadow first, otherwise everything will be gone."

Adjust your breathing, stretch out your trembling hand, and slowly reach out to the pink skull. "Don't be afraid, little guy, I won't hurt you, and don't bite me..."

The shadow is not a cat or dog pet, and the pink skull did not react to Zhuang Xuteng's words at all. The thing feels cool and slippery, and it feels a bit like jelly. However, this "jelly" is not a real solid substance. As long as the finger exerts a little force, it can be pierced-but it will not be damaged.

Watching the pink skull return to its original state, Zhuang Xuteng breathed a sigh of relief-he was scared half to death just now, thinking that he had stabbed the shadow to death. Then, the skull opened its mouth wide, yawned as if tired, and quickly shrank back, disappearing from behind Zhuang Xuteng.

Can a living shadow follower be so vivid? Zhuang Xuteng felt that his brain was about to be turned off. No matter where this thing came from, as long as it is a living shadow follower, it must be very valuable, this is the most important thing.

Who should I sell it to? Who can buy it? Of course, there is also the most important thing: how to make the shadow follower obedient?

The company must know how to deal with it, but Zhuang Xuteng dare not go to the company unless he can ensure his own safety and interests. Just thinking about this, he knew that this idea was unreliable. The company still owed him severance pay and compensation, how could he trust the company!

The gangs and the company are in the same group, and they are even more vicious, so they can't be found. The city government's agencies may be able to give it a try, provided that they can find out the depth. The same is true for mercenaries. There are also shadow follower users among the mercenaries, so there should be a way, but he has no way yet.

The city government or mercenaries, this is a problem. Zhuang Xuteng can't make a decision for the time being, so he decided to take it one step at a time.

After all, it's good to be alive now! So many people died at the protest site, which of them really deserved to die? Looking back, it was really strange. The workers had already discussed and decided on the protest strategy, and firmly implemented the principle of "order and no conflict". How could they fight for no reason?

"Maybe it has something to do with the mercenaries? They actually have other purposes when they sneaked in? If that's the case, I definitely can't associate with them. Besides, selling Ying Cong is just a distant water, it can't quench the thirst. In addition to the mercenary road, are there other ways to make money quickly? But you can't join a gang to do bad things..."

Zhuang Xuteng frowned and worried. He thought about it and decided to wait for Ge Gongdao to come back and ask him. As long as he denied that the mercenaries deliberately caused chaos, he could try the mercenary road.

He thought to himself: Even if being a mercenary is a little harder, it is better than having no way out. First have a way to go, then consider making a fortune.

"As long as there is a shadow, there is a future. But where is this birthmark? Oh, probably on the back..."

Looking in the mirror, a pink skull with a weird smile loomed behind his back, the area was about the size of a thumb. It seems that this is the birthmark of the shadow, why is it so small? It seems that this shadow is not strong, I am afraid it will not be sold for much money?

Anyway, I don't know the price, so it's useless to worry too much. But at least there is something that conforms to common sense, and Zhuang Xuteng regained his backbone. He returned to normal, put on his clothes, and continued to think about the mercenary.

"Oh no, I forgot one thing, I forgot to tell Ge Hei Lian about the instrument!" Zhuang Xuteng thought about it, and finally shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just a lie detector, it doesn't affect the overall situation. As long as he doesn't talk nonsense and get himself involved in unnecessary trouble, I should be able to see him soon."

Zhuang Xuteng was dragged into the interrogation room, his body was sore, and he was panic-stricken. Ge Gongdao walked into the interrogation room with his head held high and his chest held high, smiling. He lifted the handcuffs that were rattling because of the chains hanging on them, and greeted the PCPD in the room. "You have worked hard, but it doesn't have to be so troublesome."

His performance directly attracted the attention of the blue shirt in the corner. He looked at Ge Gongdao twice more, then lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingers while thinking.

"Stop talking nonsense and sit on the chair obediently!" Three police officers in black uniforms pressed Ge Gongdao's shoulders together and stuffed him into the restraint chair. Then they passed the iron chains of handcuffs and leg cuffs through the fixed rings on the floor and tightened them so that he could not move at all.

"Hiss, be gentle, it hurts!" Ge Gongdao looked around, pretending to be very familiar, and said calmly: "You don't have to bother, save some energy, I will definitely cooperate, no matter what you ask, I will tell you. I am a mercenary, serving you enthusiastically..."

No one in the PCPD smiled, and their faces became even gloomier. At this time, the blue shirt sitting in the corner said: "Just put the instrument on him and see what kind of color he is."

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