The night before the promotion

Chapter 42 Cancer Mutation [Thanks to the leader of Dodgson II]

Even after a fierce gun battle, the rhythmic electronic music and psychedelic lights still did not stop, as if Zhou Si had entered a dream where he could not wake up. Before dawn, no one could disturb the order here.

Looking up, Zhou Si saw a faint flickering green light in the corner of the shadow. It was the indicator light that flashed periodically when the surveillance camera was running.

Zhou Si whispered, "You are looking at me, right? Shanjun."

With Rong Bin falling, Zhou Si completely defeated the security forces on this level. Even though several security personnel stood up breathlessly, their eyes were still full of fear when they looked at Zhou Si. Even though the guns were at hand, they did not have the courage to pick them up and shoot at Zhou Si.

Zhou Si picked up the shotgun that fell on the ground. The heavy feeling made him feel particularly at ease, like a sense of nostalgia. Compared with the electromagnetic rifle, Zhou Si still preferred this "backward" weapon.

Glancing at the security guard beside him, he noticed that after Zhou Si looked at him, he tactfully threw away the remaining ammunition on his body, without any intention of resisting.

The backgrounds of these security guards are similar to Rong Bin's. They all crawled out of extremely cruel places, so when facing Zhou Si, they can pull the trigger without hesitation, but at the same time, these people are also believers in violence.

Violent, simple, direct and efficient communication language.

When Zhou Si's violence is weaker than theirs, they will decisively shoot Zhou Si, but when Zhou Si defeats them and becomes the only champion, everyone will regard him as the king and obey his orders.

After replenishing the ammunition and weapons, Zhou Si took a look at the paralyzed mechanical spider. Rong Bin's bullets accurately blew up its shell, destroying the thought storage core inside.

Zhou Si didn't feel bad that his work was damaged. Tonight, it had played its role. Without it, Zhou Si would have no effective way to deal with the security guards who were hiding behind the bunker and continuing to shoot.

From beginning to end, Zhou Si still firmly believed that he just had some mental problems and not an antisocial personality.

Zhou Si passed by the box, and the obscene moaning sounds echoed in his ears like a devil's sound.

It was unclear whether it was an illusion or something else, but a woman's low singing was heard amid the beating drum beats. Her voice came and went, wandering around Zhou Si like a ghost.

Zhou Si strode towards the end of the dance floor. Men and women were still dancing tirelessly and lingering with sex dolls on the sofa. Some people noticed Zhou Si, and some regulars remembered this strange man in a white coat.

They had no fear at all about Zhou Si's fully armed appearance. Some of them even approached Zhou Si, with their naked skin pressed against his body, and twisted their waists in front of him like a gorilla seeking a mate.

"Don't be so serious, my friend."

A heavily made-up guy came over, took a deep breath, and blew a puff of smoke towards Zhou Si, and bursts of laughter rang out.

The lights flickered like a dream, and the beams of light jumped in the space, sometimes focusing, sometimes scattered, leading every inch of the air to immerse in endless joy.

Zhou Si pushed the man away forcefully, only to be met with more teasing laughter.

He stood out so much in the crowd.

Everyone releases their desires without reservation, releasing the ugliest and most primitive side of themselves, but Zhou Si forces himself to remain rational and is left scarred.

The unpredictable changes of light and shadow make it seem as if the flow of time has become slow and chaotic at this moment, making people forget the constraints and rules of the day, leaving only intoxication and indulgence, capturing everyone's senses firmly, and immersing themselves in this deliberately created decadent atmosphere, unwilling to extricate themselves.

A loving male electronic voice sounded, smoothly inserting into the electronic string music.

It sings,
"I am a ghost from the last century, and I hate humanity to the core."

The heavily made-up man came closer again, and this time Zhou Si punched him mercilessly, causing him to bleed profusely and crash into the crowd.

The sweet smell of blood and incense mixed together. The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then burst into even louder cheers, drowning out the man's screams.

The ghostly voice continued to sing,

"You can accuse me of anything, according to the international definition."

People handed over cigarettes and wine, and looked at Zhou Si with joy. The faces full of desire were silhouetted into countless ones under the mask. They kissed Zhou Si's body eagerly, leaving bright red lip prints on his white coat, like spreading blood stains.

Zhou Si had enough of it all, so he swung up his short axe and split a sex puppet that was approaching him on the head, and electronic components mixed with artificial plasma continued to splash out.

People still did not seem to panic. They did not know whether they were alive or dead. Everyone's face flushed and they cheered Zhou Si excitedly, as if he was a movie star. They hoped that Zhou Si would sign on their chests with a marker.

Suddenly, the anger in Zhou Si's heart cooled down a little, and all that was left was helplessness and pity.

Alienation has already occurred. It is like a cancer in an organism, slowly eroding the huge human population. Zhou Si knows all of this, but he is powerless to change it. Even if he shouts with all his might, his voice is only diluted by the laughter of the crowd.

"That's fucking enough!"

Zhou Si raised his shotgun angrily and fired a warning shot upwards, shattering the roaring sound.

The decibel of the electronic music dropped suddenly, and the singing became a little hoarse, with a touch of sadness in the cold voice. "I am forced to enjoy and have fun, like a soap opera actor."

The voice was dying, and until the music ended, the whole place was dead silent.

Zhou Si secretly sighed in his heart, "It's finally quiet."

The deafening gunshots were like thunder, suddenly waking people up from their chaos. Their distracted eyes regained consciousness, and then as if they realized where they were and what they were facing, fear and panic appeared on people's faces, which satisfied Zhou Si.

——Then the sea parted.

Zhou Si stepped forward along the gap in the crowd.

People stood on both sides of him like rows of silent guards. In the dim light, countless gazes with countless emotions fell on him, but Zhou Si could not feel any weight at all.

A strange humming sound rang in my ears, and behind the crowd, a familiar figure swayed like a ghost.

He had the same face and the same clothes as herself, and in the dim light, each of their white coats shone like diamonds.

The person in the mirror raised his glass to Zhou Si with a smile, his mouth moving in different directions.

"Doctor Zhou, I hope you have a good time."

Zhou Si blinked in confusion, and the face of the person in the mirror disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

Looking around at this time, Zhou Si found that he could not see these people's faces clearly. They seemed to be wearing masks, and they seemed to have no facial features. They were just cold sculptures.

But in fact, Zhou Si knew that they were all living people, and some incarnated bodies, and the one who had problems was himself.

Take a deep breath, and your nose will be filled with the sweet smell of aromatherapy.

The road ahead gradually became twisted, fresh grass grew on the flat ground, and was soon covered by scarlet fungi. The surrounding walls began to come alive, and like organic matter, they proliferated fresh blood and flesh.

Zhou Si seemed to be walking in the intestines of a monster, but in the next moment, everything returned to reality and Zhou Si stood in front of the elevator.

The continuous fighting and running around made Zhou Si exhausted, not to mention that he took an overdose of drugs to relieve the pain.

Under the influence of the aromatherapy, Zhou Si's spirit was being shaken bit by bit. The monster called Lishi Disease was ready to move behind the cracked cage.

Fortunately, Zhou Si had long been accustomed to the existence of hallucinations.

With a light swipe of Rong Bin's work ID, the elevator quickly fell down with a crisp ding. Zhou Si raised his head and saw a bloody waterfall falling from the sky. Blood splashed on his face, bringing a warm touch.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Si resolutely stepped into the waterfall and went upstream.

After a moment's wait, there was another crisp jingle, like the striking of a clapper, waking Zhou Si up.

The waterfall disappeared. Zhou Si was not surprised by this and strode out of the open elevator door.

The atmosphere on the 96th floor is completely different from that on the 95th floor. Its design is inspired by European classical palaces. When you step into it, the first thing that catches your eye is the dazzling crystal chandelier, which hangs under the towering arch, like falling stars. The walls are made of exquisite relief craftsmanship, with delicate lines outlining scenes of classical myths or historical stories. The surface is covered with delicate silk wallpaper or decorated with hand-painted murals.

The floor is paved with carefully polished marble, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the intricate patterns on the ceiling, making every step feel like walking in the clouds.

Zhou Si sniffed hard and could smell the smell of blood in the air, as if there was a fresh corpse in a corner, the cause of death was blood loss.

"Welcome, Doctor Zhou."

Shan Jun's voice came from the front. Zhou Si couldn't help but tighten the handle of the shotgun and looked in the direction of the voice.

Directly in front of Zhou Si, under the crystal chandelier, there was a long dining table. Tiger Jun sat at the first seat at the end, and the last seat corresponding to him was empty, as if it was reserved for Zhou Si.

Zhou Si walked over and saw that both sides of the long dining table were filled with high-end avatars preparing to eat. They had almost identical faces - faces that were exquisite to perfection, differing only in some subtle details.

Behind them stood waiters waiting for orders. They were also incarnation shells, with flat, featureless masks on their faces, just like the humanoid incarnations that had hunted Zhou Si before.

"Tiger."

Zhou Si's voice was hoarse, and he nodded towards the tiger at the end of the long table.

(End of this chapter)