Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

There's a problem with Chapter 671.
Even though the other person was being electrocuted and bleeding in the dream, for some reason, after waking up, Zuo Bai always felt like he was the one who had been repeatedly electrocuted all night.

Moreover, although the dream was absurd and bizarre, it also presented a disturbing sense of "realism".

Every detail in the dream was terrifyingly coherent, logically consistent, and everything was so lifelike and perfectly fitting.

Zuo Bai felt as if what he experienced last night was not a dream, but a real experience filled with pain and eeriness.

The evidence is... the biochip implanted in his brain.

Every night when he sleeps, the chip automatically switches to "sleep" mode, so theoretically... he won't dream.

The last time he had a dream was a long time ago.

"So, this dream is very problematic..."

Zuo Bai rubbed his throbbing temples and murmured softly.
"But where is the problem?"

Zuo Bai really couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

But his intuition told him that when he couldn't figure it out, it was probably related to [the mask].

I can't quite put my finger on what's related, but I'm increasingly convinced that the other person has an eerie quality even in my dreams.

Zuo Bai shook his head, temporarily ceasing to think about the dream, but a certain seed had already been quietly planted in his heart without his knowledge.

He now has an even more urgent matter to deal with immediately, and that is...

Zuo Bai took a deep breath, reached into his pocket and pulled out a brand new cell phone, edited a short email, and sent it to his good student Zhao Jingyi.

Yes.

After getting a bed, Zuo Bai also got a new mobile phone.

He felt immense respect for his dignity and the liberation of freedom of communication.

Even though it was only a tiny bit, the thought that fate had given him all of this made him feel that the bed and the phone were worth a fortune.

Of course, Zuo Bai was still quite cautious and did not make a video call to Zhao Jingyi directly.

The reason is simple: Zuo Bai has already made a rough deduction based on the scattered clues about the emcee's ability to "roll his eyes".

Therefore, making a phone call is obviously too revealing of too much information, while a short email is much more discreet and secure.

It's just a single line of text. Without context, even if you show it to the emcee, they won't be able to figure it out. It's harmless.

—Don't pick up your items yet. The time has been changed. I will notify you later.

Zuo Bai's fingers quickly typed the words on the screen and clicked send.

Information, like invisible radio waves, instantly traverses vast distances and flies towards the sixth district.

Seeing the email status change to "sent," Zuo Bai breathed a sigh of relief and put away his phone.

....
At the same time, in District Six.

Yong Sheng Technology, a secret laboratory deep underground.

The air remained at a constant low temperature, filled with a faint, sweet scent of disinfectant and some kind of biological culture medium. The light was a cool white, evenly distributed, illuminating the vast, futuristic space before us.

The most striking feature is the row of huge cylindrical glass culture tanks arranged along the wall.

Each jar is four meters tall and filled with a viscous, eerie green liquid in which various disturbingly deformed organisms are suspended and submerged.

Most of them still retain some human outline features, but more of them have been twisted into bizarre shapes that are difficult to describe in words.

Excessive sarcomas, distorted limbs, exposed bones or shells, organs and tissues whose functions cannot be discerned... all slowly float and sink in the green liquid.

On the cold metal base of each glass jar, there are cold numbers etched: from left to right, E-1, E-2, E-3... extending all the way.

At this moment, in front of the fourth to last culture vessel, marked "Er-37", stands a woman dressed in a pristine white researcher's uniform and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

It was Zhao Jingyi.

Thanks to her mentor Zuo Bai's recent promotion and delegation of authority, her temperament has undergone a subtle change.

The previous cautious and uneasy feeling has faded a lot, replaced by a growing calmness.

She stood there, tall and straight, with sharp eyes, increasingly showing the demeanor of a capable laboratory director.

She was intently staring at the experimental embryo inside the "Er-37" container, holding an electronic recording tablet in her hand, and occasionally using a stylus to quickly record the observation data.

"The current distortion rate has decreased to 2.9%, the body surface characteristics are stabilizing, and vital signs are stable..."

She murmured to herself, the tip of her pen gliding across the screen.

"What an amazing adaptive reversal... He looks more and more like a normal human now."

Unlike the grotesque monsters in the other tanks, the individual inside E-37 had slender, curled-up limbs and floated in the center of the eerie green liquid.

Except for a short horn less than an inch long that protrudes slightly from the forehead, its body surface is smooth and its shape is symmetrical, almost indistinguishable from an ordinary human female who has fallen into a deep sleep.

Behind her neck, several tiny, flexible tubes, like the umbilical cord of life, connected her to the massive mainframe system behind her.

Zhao Jingyi gazed at the pregnant body, which was so quiet it was almost sacred. She gently touched the frame of her glasses with her fingertips, and her eyes behind the lenses flickered slightly.

After a moment, she suddenly spoke, asking her assistant who was standing beside her, "Is the convoy ready?"

The lab assistant next to her was a woman who looked even younger, and she spoke with the same reverence she had shown her mentor:
"Senior sister, I have made all the necessary arrangements as you instructed."

Two days later, Simas Pharmaceuticals will be transporting a shipment of special medicines to District 9. You can secretly accompany the convoy into the District 9 border. Your identity and travel documents will be arranged as their accompanying researcher, and you will not attract any attention.

After these days of experience, Zhao Jingyi had long been accustomed to giving orders and listening to reports.

She neither praised her assistant's efficiency nor raised any new questions; she simply nodded slightly indifferently, as if everything should have been so natural.

The influence of power is unconsciously making her imitate her mentor Zuo Bai's cold, rational, and all-encompassing manner.

at this time.

hum-

A slight vibration came from the tablet in her hand, and a new email popped up on the desktop.

The sender was none other than her mentor, Zuo Bai.

She tapped her finger, and the email opened, revealing only a single, simple line of text.

"Don't pick up your items yet. The time has been changed. I'll let you know later."

Zhao Jingyi's pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had been pricked by a needle.

"The time has been changed?"

She murmured almost unconsciously, a hint of surprise in her voice. A small, yet strangely unsettling sense of unease instantly welled up from the depths of her heart.

She immediately exited the current email, quickly swiped up the screen, and found the previous email from her tutor.

The previous email was sent yesterday and contained an encrypted address coordinate. It was sent within 12 hours of this email.

For the supervisor, this was nothing short of a sudden change of policy...

Zhao Jingyi stared at her phone, her mind churning with turmoil:

"This isn't like my supervisor at all. Besides, he's a perfectionist who always pays the most attention to time management and planning. Why would he keep changing things up?"

She frowned, forced herself to calm down, and began to carefully recall every detail of the video call she had with her tutor the day before.

"My mentor said at the time... that I should go to District 9 to retrieve a 'neural connection chip' for him, and then immediately install it into the E-37 for the next stage of incubation testing."

The task itself seems reasonable and without any problems, but…

Zhao Jingyi's eyes suddenly narrowed to pinpoints; she remembered!

When the mentor described the chip, he used the phrase "the chip he left behind in District Nine"!
Lost?

Professor Zuo Bai... does he also accidentally "leave things behind"?

An ordinary person might make such a basic mistake, but the mentor is Zuo Bai, a perfectionist who is extremely meticulous about details.

The probability of a supervisor being forgetful is infinitely close to zero.

Of course, supervisors can make mistakes, but adding two contradictory emails...

If Zhao Jingyi couldn't detect the abnormality, she wouldn't deserve to have been her mentor's student for several years and still be alive.

"My advisor... is in trouble."

A cold and bold guess rose uncontrollably from the depths of her heart.

In the past, simply having such a disrespectful thought towards her mentor would have been enough to make her feel apprehensive.

But things are different now. She is not only Zuo Bai's student, but also an "unofficial intern" of [fate].

This unusual undercover identity greatly emboldened her.

Especially since taking over the laboratory recently, with her increasing power and access to more and more core technologies, a certain unrealistic ambition has begun to quietly ignite deep within her heart.

The lab assistant next to her clearly felt the air pressure drop suddenly. She cautiously looked up and saw her senior sister staring at her phone screen with a frighteningly cold expression.

The assistant couldn't help but shrink back. During the time her mentor was away, she could clearly feel that her senior sister was becoming more and more unpredictable, and her aura was becoming more and more like that of her mentor, Zuo Bai.

The assistant asked timidly in a low voice:

"Senior sister, you just said to change the time... do you mean I should inform Ximas Pharmaceuticals to postpone the departure time of the convoy by a few days?"

Zhao Jingyi was suddenly jolted awake from her thoughts. She turned to look at her assistant, her face showing a mixture of fear and excitement, and her voice trembled slightly as she said:
"That's right... we need to change the time."

She paused, took a deep breath, and as if making a decision, her tone suddenly became resolute:
"It's not a postponement, but... an earlier date!"
Go and inform them that I need to depart for District Nine today and ask the pharmaceutical company for their cooperation.

It's no wonder Zhao Jingyi overthinks things; this is something she learned from her mentor.

The mentor's most frequent admonition to them was: "Your brains are for thinking. Use your stupid brains more often, or you might as well slice them up and feed them to the experimental subjects."

"Yes, senior sister, I'll make the arrangements right away."

The assistant quickly responded and walked outside.

Zhao Jingyi stood motionless, staring blankly at the E-37 experimental progeny in the jar, as if asking herself or the other:

"Did my mentor really ask me to retrieve a neural interface chip, and then have me implant it in you to begin the next stage of incubation...?"

Do you think our advisor is lying to us?

....
Have you ever experienced the feeling of becoming stronger after a good night's sleep?

I know you definitely didn't, it's not your fault.

The vast majority of people in this world will never be able to enjoy this kind of package in their lifetime.

Most of the bustling extras, the faceless NPCs, the background figures who serve as the main cast... the packages they get to experience are basically...
The feeling of never waking up again after a good night's sleep.

Unlike me!
I am the person carefully chosen by "the Lord". Deep in my soul is engraved a "gift package" that you would envy to the point of being jealous.

Chen Fengrui naturally woke up when the light from the city shone through the window and cast cold spots of light onto his eyelids.

He subconsciously raised his hand, his five fingers spread.

With a slight thought, a soft whooshing sound rang out, and five gleaming white, sharp bone claws, gleaming with a chilling metallic light, suddenly pierced out from the fingertips.

The finger bones are longer, tougher, and colder than ever before, as if they have evolved from bones into a forged alloy weapon.

An unprecedented sense of control and a destructive urge surged within him simultaneously.

Without any hesitation, Chen Fengrui suddenly rolled off the bed, knelt down on the cold ground with utmost devotion, then prostrated himself, pressing his forehead tightly against the back of his hands, and worshipped the void.

This is what he does most often and loves to do most during this period.

His voice was filled with intense fervor:
"Praise be to my Lord! Thank you for your blessings!"

Even now, he still doesn't know what the "Lord" who sits atop that cold iron throne deep within the endless dark space of consciousness is.

Is it a god who rules the rules? Is it a bewitching, evil monster? Or is it some kind of... being from another dimension, completely beyond his comprehension?

These questions had crossed his mind, but none of them could shake his supreme devotion and gratitude to the Lord.

Because on that terrifying night, he thought he was going to die, but the Lord saved him and bestowed upon him unimaginable strength.

A true case of turning misfortune into blessing!
As for whether the villains who kidnapped him were also acting on God's orders... Good heavens~, Chen Fengrui had never had such a thought in his mind.

That's absolutely outrageous! People can't be so heartless and cruel.

After all, even the air in the lower city is taxed, but the power of God's grace is free.

The contrast between the two is stark; it goes without saying how "inhuman" the ruling government is and how benevolent and magnanimous the "ruler" is.

For someone who will have to watch the meter even when he breathes, the shock of getting something for free is something that happy humans in other worlds simply cannot imagine.

Don't try to convince him with absurd ideas like "free things are the most expensive".

Even if he wasn't well-educated, he couldn't possibly avoid being deceived by such nonsense.

For Chen Fengrui, free is the best, especially when the free thing is the power he craves most... He was even mentally prepared to die for his "master" at any time.

(End of this chapter)