Chapter 684: We are not alone (please vote for this huge chapter)
"Does it hurt?"
Si Enji raised the automatic sewing machine in his hand.
"No pain."
He Ao shook his head slowly, and then he glanced outside the crack of the door.
Jia Qian was sitting on a chair eating ice cream and watching TV without peeking over.
"I don't have much anesthesia left and it's not that effective. If you have any problems, you must tell me."
Si Enji glanced at He Ao's calm expression, then controlled the automatic sewing machine in his hand and continued to move forward.
During the whole process, He Ao kept the same expression, without even frowning.
It wasn't until the entire stitching was completed that He Ao's slightly tense muscles relaxed a little.
"ox,"
Si Enji gave He Ao a thumbs up and put away the automatic sewing machine, "Old guy, have you really never been a mercenary or killer before? But the mercenaries and killers I have seen,
My willpower is much worse than yours."
He put aside the automatic stitcher in his hand and picked up the wound medicine on the table. "A person like you, if placed in any mercenary group, can quickly become the sharp knife of the entire mercenary group."
“Are you helping me point the way to re-employment in the elderly?”
He Ao looked at him with a smile.
"The competition among mercenary groups is very fierce now,"
Si Enji evenly and carefully applied the medicine on the wound, "The streets are full of young people who can't find jobs. Although the Kjet Consortium has kept the price of mercenaries very low, at least they have food to eat.
It is better to die in the wilderness than to die of starvation in the streets."
Speaking of this, his voice gradually became quieter.
It wasn't until all the medicine was applied that he looked at the hideous wound on He Ao's waist and sighed,
"Old guy, at your age, it is difficult to recover from this kind of injury in a short time. For many old people, this kind of injury and complications are enough to take away their lives. Even if you are in better health than them, you must be very careful.
,"
While he was wrapping He Ao with a bandage, he continued, "Theoretically, I should advise you not to move around for the next two to three months, and you should even be hospitalized for a period of time."
He wrapped the bandage around and around, "But you probably won't listen to what I say. It's best to rest for a while after applying the medicine and don't move too much, otherwise the wound will easily collapse."
"Yeah, I'll pay attention."
He Ao nodded and pressed the bandage on his shoulder slightly.
Si Enji handed him the still intact and neat coat to put on, and He Ao picked up the crutches leaning on the side and walked out of the house.
At the moment they are in the back room of Si Enji Clinic.
After realizing that He Ao was seriously injured, Si Enji brought He Ao here.
"What are you going to do next?"
After walking out of the back room, He Ao raised his head and glanced at him.
"as you said,"
Si Enji glanced out the window and said, "Go and ask for yourself."
"Good luck."
He Ao glanced around, raised his crutch and saluted.
"old man,"
Si Enji looked at him and said softly, "Take care of your injuries."
"I try my best."
He Ao nodded.
Then he walked towards Jia Qian who had finished eating the ice cream.
"Grandpa, where are we going next?"
Jia Qian looked up at her grandfather.
"Let's go home first."
He Ao reached out and rubbed her little head.
"Okay~!"
Jia Qian nodded excitedly, then she looked up at Si Enji and said, "Goodbye, uncle!"
"Bye Jiaxi!"
Si Enji also said goodbye to her with a smile.
He walked to the door and watched as He Ao and Jia Qian walked out of the clinic, got into the SUV parked outside, and finally disappeared into the deep night.
He raised his head and glanced at the bright moon in the sky.
Then he lowered his head and looked at his bracelet.
Lines of text are projected
Christos·····Nolanka Group·····Miners’ Mutual Aid Association······
Each line of text is a name, the name of a person, or the name of a group.
This is what he has collected. Since the emergence of ‘K’, it has been captured in the news and seems to be changing the name of the world.
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Off-road vehicle driving on the quiet street.
Jia Qian sat in the back seat, her little head leaning against the edge of the window, her chest rising and falling slightly.
He Ao looked away from the rearview mirror.
Jia Xi fell asleep.
The little girl was so tired that she didn't sleep while waiting for He Ao. She didn't sleep well last night either.
And the age she is at right now is exactly the time when she needs a lot of sleep.
The vehicle slowly drove onto a smooth road. He Ao let go of the steering wheel and let Eve drive the vehicle. He himself opened the bracelet and looked at the file he had just received.
This is a piece of key information compiled by Eve from the core host data of the Evolution Headquarters.
The key information in this document is much more than the information obtained from the branch of evolution.
Although it seems that there is still some of the most secret information or knowledge that is not recorded in these materials, the remaining information has also solved many of He Ao's doubts.
First, there are records about nightjars.
These materials clearly mention the method of cultivating pollution monsters from the Nighthawk handed over by Evolution.
However, Nighthawk did not kidnap and kill people as they imagined. Instead, they kept those pollution monsters hungry and then continued to analyze and study them.
Therefore, Evolution had to kidnap couriers and takeaway people, make some missing people, and then put the blame on Nighthawk.
There is no detailed information about these events in the official documents of Evolution, but Eve found many work plan files on the employees' computers about kidnapping ordinary people and framing Nighthawk.
I have to say that the process of Evolution is very good. The kidnapping and frame-up are all planned and need to be approved by superiors.
Through these planning documents, Eve also found the people who contacted the Pollution Cleanup Department from within Evolution.
This person reported the fact that Nighthawk kept pollution monsters to the headquarters of the Pollution Cleanup Department.
But judging from other documents, this person also died "accidentally" after Nighthawk's death.
There is no information left about how he contacted the Pollution Cleanup Department and what kind of "accidental death" he had.
However, these materials also record another piece of information related to nighthawks.
In the month when Nighthawk disappeared, it was Evolution that first found the traces of Nighthawk through its keen sense of pollution, and launched an attack on Nighthawk before the Pollution Cleanup Department.
Although all the core information about the incident at that time seemed to have been 'destroyed', He Ao still found some side information about these actions through Eve.
For example, the information of the operators at that time, the message records on the internal forum of Evolution, etc.
A small part of this information revealed the 'location' where the personnel involved in the operation went to encircle and suppress the nighthawks.
Then Ho Ao used these incomplete information to roughly piece together the five places where Nighthawk had appeared.
Then he asked Eve to place five locations on the map.
These five locations are spread across the four districts of St. Jon. They are far apart from each other and cannot be connected into any kind of line.
He Ao stared at the tall buildings around these locations, thoughtfully.
After that, he closed the map and continued to look at the information at the back.
The last thing related to Nighthawk in Evolution is that they suspect that Nighthawk's body is hidden in the city's sewer system. After all, it is the most hidden place, so they have been sending people to search inside, but they haven't found it yet.
In addition to the information related to nighthawks, there is another very key document among these materials.
The method of fusion and raising pollution monsters.
This method only reaches C level and does not break through the C level limit, but it basically outlines the fusion method of pollution monsters.
The most important of them is ‘painting’.
Those paintings left by the artist named "The Listener" that Heao had seen in the headquarters and branches of Evolution.
These paintings are divided into three levels by those who evolved.
The lowest level is the picture hanging on the wall that He Ao saw in the corridor on the first floor of the charity foundation in the Evolution branch.
Those hanging paintings can calm down ordinary pollution monsters, and at the same time, they can screen out people who are 'suitable' to fuse with pollution monsters.
People who can be attracted by those paintings have the potential to fuse with pollution monsters, so they are also used by Evolution to select 'new people'.
That's why He Ao could see those hanging paintings on the first floor of the Cong of Evolution branch.
The medium painting is the main method used to fuse pollution monsters.
This kind of painting can no longer be directly looked at by ordinary people and low-level extraordinary beings. If extraordinary people below C level look at paintings of this level without any preparation, it will directly affect their spirits and cause them to mutate into pollution.
Monsters or souls were directly torn to pieces.
At the same time, they can attract the attention of almost all pollution monsters and make these monsters quiet down.
Those who want to fuse pollution monsters must use some special ritual to fuse with this kind of painting.
The content of the ceremony is very simple. Use human blood to draw a circular pattern on the ground, and then draw a slender crescent moon pattern in the circle.
The concave surface of the crescent moon faces the direction of the painting. The pollution monster and the person who wants to merge with the pollution monster are placed on the lower corner of the crescent moon and the other on the upper corner of the crescent moon.
After everything is ready, control the pollution monster and the person to look at the painting in front of you at the same time.
The two lives affected by the painting will come together and merge in the center of the crescent moon.
This fusion process is not physically painful, but the spirit will be violently torn and crazy. Those who cannot survive it will lose their minds and completely become monsters.
Once you survive, you will be able to maintain your human form and basic sanity to a certain extent, but you will be full of desire and hunger for human flesh and soul.
This hunger will not be filled by eating, they will only get hungrier as they eat more.
If you can't bear this kind of hunger, you will completely turn into a monster.
However, this kind of mid-level painting can only dominate the fusion of extraordinary beings below C level, ordinary people and monsters.
After reaching C level, you need paintings of the highest level.
But this so-called 'highest level' can actually only fuse pollution monsters below the C-level limit.
The method of breaking through the C-level limit is not mentioned in this document.
It seems that this document is for 'peripheral C-level' information like the boss of the Scorpion Gang.
After all, the boss of the Scorpion Gang has reached the C-level limit and cannot go any further.
The film maker has exceeded the C-level limit.
So Evolution actually has a way to break through the C-level limit.
And He Ao can probably guess what the core of this method is.
The painting full of twisted lines hidden in the ceiling of the shadowmaker's office.
The degree of pollution shown in that painting has probably exceeded the 'highest level' defined by the Cong of Evolution, and is part of the secret hidden by the Cong of Evolution.
That's why it's hidden in the ceiling.
The core of the entire evolution is the method of merging with the pollution monster, and the core of this fusion method is those weird paintings painted by the 'listener'.
They directly used these paintings to replace the process of connecting with higher beings in the ritual, allowing them to directly borrow the power of some higher being to help them integrate without any belief.
Of course, if that high-ranking being is still conscious, this method of 'stealing power' can easily lead to punishment from the high-ranking being.
And Evolution has been working for so many years, and it's still going well.
This means that the high-ranking being may not be able to issue punishment.
These paintings are most likely related to the Winding Hill, and after He Ao 'entered' the Winding Hill, he did not feel any 'living' consciousness.
Even if the God of War has been dead for so many years, he still has the remaining will and is ready to return from death at any time.
The shadow that emerged from the deep sea of mind in the last copy seems to have been dead for many years, but it still has the ability to arrange means of resurrection.
And there is almost nothing left in the winding hills.
And in the scene where He Ao was popped out at the end, he vaguely saw purple blood and flashing thunder.
It seemed to be the 'remnants' of an ancient battle.
He Ao didn't see the appearance of the thunder clearly. He just heard the deafening thunder, but the power of the thunder made him feel vaguely familiar.
He recovered his mind and continued to read the remaining information.
Soon, he found the 'source' of these paintings.
The Hidden Face Man, the true leader of the Evolutionary Clan, the man who single-handedly established the Evolutionary Clan.
All these 'paintings', including the method of merging with pollution monsters, were produced by the Hidden Face Man.
He spent more than ten years building this huge organization that spans more than a dozen cities.
And He Ao also discovered an interesting thing,
Wherever there is a pollution cleanup department, there must be evolution. Of course, there must be pollution monsters in that city.
In the documents of Evolution, some ‘secrets’ about the Pollution Cleanup Department are also recorded.
For example, the 'breath-masking spray' sold by the Pollution Cleanup Department to mask the smell of pollution is actually made from the concentrated essence of contaminated monster flesh and blood mixed with some medicinal materials.
Its core method of effectiveness is not to help the user 'hide the breath', but to make the pollution monster think that the person who sprayed the spray is a 'same kind', so it does not launch an attack.
But this has no effect on those who have both the 'smell' of pollution monsters and the rational evolution. This 'cover-up' cannot deceive them.
Therefore, they could clearly find Sito's son and daughter-in-law who were hidden in the crowd and had been exposed to polluted air but had used breath-masking spray.
In addition to this information, these materials also record the specific locations and personnel data of each branch of the Evolution, as well as the crimes committed over the years.
He Ao raised his head and looked at the dim light at the end of the sky.
The surrounding streets took on a familiar appearance, and they had returned to Northwest City at this moment.
There are much fewer high-rise factory buildings belonging to the QJTE Group here than in other areas of St. Jon.
Because there are a large number of small grain companies and ordinary factories here.
Although they have been squeezed into a corner by the Kjet Group, they are still struggling to survive because of the legacy of the Snava Municipal Government's small business support policy.
Before Snava came to power, the Kjet Group had not yet completely controlled the city of St. John.
This is also one of the important strongholds against the Kjet Group.
When Sito chose to settle here, it was because he didn't like the Kjet Group.
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The glimmer of light in the early morning shone on the chaotic streets.
Some homeless people who were still a little neatly dressed began to sort out their clothes, took out crumpled cash from their pockets, and went to a nearby convenience store to buy food.
The middle-aged man wearing glasses walked to the street. He glanced around and walked to a middle-aged homeless man who was eating cold bread and cold water.
"Dude, you guys got up so early?"
He sat on the ground with the homeless man, handed over a cigarette, and asked with some confusion.
"Find a job,"
The wanderer looked up at him, his eyes paused for a moment, then he took the cigarette and put it in his pocket, and continued, "There is a factory that is short of workers. It takes three days and twenty federal coins a day to do this kind of work.
You must eat in the morning. If you don’t eat, you will be hungry at noon and have no energy.”
"So low?"
The middle-aged man was stunned, "Isn't the minimum hourly wage in St. John City seven federal coins?"
"Seven federal coins?"
The wanderer glanced at him and said, "Brother, how long have you not worked? That was at least seven or eight years ago. The water in the water plant has been recycled countless times. That law has long been repealed.
, there is no minimum wage now, even if there was, it would be useless,”
The wanderer glanced at the vehicles driving around the roadside, "If the money we want is not lower than the machine, who would be willing to use us?"
The middle-aged man opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
He lit a cigarette, brought it to his mouth, and slowly took it away. "The price of bread seems to have increased recently."
"It's increased by 50 cents. I heard that the price of synthetic flour has increased."
The wanderer took a bite of bread and said, "If it were in the past, I would have scolded these bastards, from the grain industry consortium to the convenience store owner, but now that my wife is gone, my temper has become much better."
"Your wife is..."
The middle-aged man looked at her doubtfully.
"The old disease relapsed, and we had no money for medical treatment, so he died."
The wanderer took a sip of water and stared at the bread in his hand, "People are always going to die, just like people are always going to live."
The middle-aged man brought the cigarette to his mouth and slowly took it away. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
"Thank you."
But before he could speak, the wanderer suddenly whispered to him.
"Um?"
The middle-aged man raised his head in confusion.
"I recognize you,"
The wanderer took a bite of the bread and said, "You used to be the Minister of Health, right? The one who built the small hospital. My wife's disease was discovered in the small hospital you built. She was also treated by you at the beginning. If it weren't for you, she would have died long ago."
Just die, thank you."
The middle-aged man's hands were shaking violently, and the cigarette held between his fingertips was constantly scattering ashes. He raised his trembling hand and brought the cigarette butt to his mouth.
He opened his mouth, but it seemed as if a hand was pressing down on his chest. In the end, he slowly squeezed out a sentence through the gap between his lips,
"Feel sorry."
"You saved her, it's me who should thank you,"
The wanderer stuffed all the bread in his mouth into his mouth, "You have done everything you can, and we all know that you have reached your limit."
After a brief silence, the middle-aged man brought the cigarette butt in his hand to his mouth and took a slow drag.
Finally, he seemed to have made a major decision and said slowly, "I'm going to run for mayor."
"From Group A of the cement factory!"
At this moment, a big man walked across the street and shouted loudly.
"This, this, this!"
A group of homeless people immediately stood up with their hands raised.
"here!"
The homeless man next to the middle-aged man also raised his hands and stood up.
The middle-aged man glanced at the back of the homeless man and stood up slowly without interrupting his work.
At this moment, the homeless man in front turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and gave a thumbs up, "Brother, I will vote for you."
The middle-aged man's eyes glazed over for a moment, and the faint smoke brushed his face. He nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Okay."
The wanderer also nodded, turned around and ran towards the big man who called his name.
The middle-aged man raised his hand, brushed his earlobe, connected the Bluetooth headset in his ear, and made a call.
"Si Enji? Is it true that you sent that email? Are you really prepared..."
As soon as the call was connected, before the man could say anything, the man immediately started asking questions in a barrage of questions.
"Well, I'm ready."
Si Enji said slowly.
"If I remember correctly, you are forty-five years old this year."
The other person on the phone said suddenly.
"Well, I know that Snava was forty-five years old when he committed suicide. We will complete the path that he did not complete,"
Si Enji slowly turned around and looked at the sunshine in the sky and the people walking on the road under the sun. The names seemed to appear in front of his eyes again.
