Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 156: Fog of Confusion
On the players forum.

[Daxia Dragon Bird: My family, look what I found! 'Picture''Picture']

[Qingfeng Mingyue: Confused state? It actually reduces spirit and sanity. This buff is too amazing. ]

[There must be a Lich King: Where did you meet him? Tell me quickly.]

[豆浆白倒: Brother, tell me the location, I want to go and have a look too. 】

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When Daxia Longque and his companions posted what they had encountered on the forum, it immediately attracted the attention of players.

They were discussing whether the white fog was related to the hidden map and were excited about the possible treasures contained in it. Some of those who were more mobile and near the Firestone Camp had already started rushing to the area shrouded in white fog.

Not long after Daxia Longque posted, another batch of similar posts appeared on the forum, and they were also about white fog.

[Invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex: 12 kilometers west of the Black Iron Camp, white fog also appeared, which also caused a permanent state of confusion. ]

[Can't think of a good name: Near the Frost Forest Camp, same situation, does anyone want to team up to explore? ]

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"White fog, confusion? Interesting, isn't this the white confusion in the four-color doomsday?"

Chen Xingzhi finally cracked the communication and forum modules in the player template. He just logged into the forum and was about to peek at the players' communication when he saw this explosive news.

His intuition told him that this white fog that brought about a state of confusion must be related to the white doomsday.

What’s even more coincidental is that there is a white fog area near the Black Iron Camp, very close to the biological factory controlled by him.

"That's great. I can go study it."

Without delay, Chen Xingzhi did what he thought, and a team of insects immediately set off for the white fog area.

Thanks to the spatial power represented by the "Shengxuan Miaojing Dingguan Lu" engraved in their genes, the swarm of insects took less than three minutes to move from the factory to the edge of the white fog.

He tried to send a Corrupted Eye into the fog, but after just a few seconds, Chen Xingzhi lost contact with the Corrupted Eye.

Before the connection was lost, based on the last information sent back by this reconnaissance unit, it can be easily determined that the mind of this unit has been replaced by confusion.

If he hadn't cut it fast enough, this interconnected swarm of insects would have fallen into confusion and died of mental withering.

"This thing is simply my nemesis." After conducting some research on the white fog, Chen Xingzhi came to this conclusion.

The reason is simple. The confusing effect of the white fog will spread to every Zerg through the Zerg network. If it is not dealt with in time, the entire Zerg army will be paralyzed by it.

Therefore, Chen Xingzhi naturally wanted to find a way to solve this problem. If that didn't work, he would even accept delaying measures.

After all, this fog of confusion was too much of a constraint on his collective thinking.

In order to find a way to resist the influence of the white mist, he simply found a way to collect some white mist and brought it to his own isolated experimental area for research.

By the way, he also took down a gang of murderers and robbers on the road, which just solved the problem of insufficient experimental subjects.

"Life that comes into direct and extensive contact with the white mist will become confused, and even the instinct to survive will no longer exist. In the end, they will completely lose consciousness and become a vegetable-like existence."

"If you only come into contact with the white mist for a short time, it will affect your mind, but it won't be so serious as to make you lose the ability to think. Besides that, you will subconsciously look for support."

Chen Xingzhi looked at the former gang members who served as experimental subjects with a strange expression.

These humans who had only had a little contact with the white mist had gone mad for some reason, and had turned directly from atheists to fanatics. What they believed in was, coincidentally, the white mist that caused all this. In addition, according to the test, they also had a certain favorable impression of flesh and blood aggregates, and the same was true for their attitude towards awakened intelligent machines.

"Could it be that they have started to believe in the apocalypse like the higher-ups in the shelter? Is this phenomenon caused by the white apocalypse, or is it the influence of the apocalypse itself?"

His expression became uncertain as he wondered whether he should start an investigation and cleansing.

"This could kill a lot of people, and we have to find a way to eliminate this impact."

As the first base of Universal Technology, the shelter is now regarded by him as the company's property, including its residents.

If possible, he didn't want to cause too many casualties.

"I have developed some resistance to the white fog. If I can transform the minds of the residents of the shelter by spreading spores, I may be able to enhance their resistance in this regard. But I have to grasp the degree of resistance."

Otherwise, all he would get were puppets that had lost their creativity, just like the humans in the world of Liao Zhai who were infected by him. It would take several generations to wear off the influence.

"I didn't expect that I would have to go down this old path, but it's okay, at least it saves me some trouble." Chen Xingzhi sighed and immediately ordered Xiang Bei and An Lianmeng to arrange the screening.

As the two people who are the son of luck in this world and the possible heroine, their progress is as fast as cheating. In just three months, they have completely mastered the basic knowledge that Chen Xingzhi required them to master, and they have successfully passed the several tests arranged.

Now, the two have become ministers of Universal Technology, managing the Executive Department and the Prophecy Department respectively.

When Chen Xingzhi approached the two men, they were sitting in the office leisurely drinking tea. On the table were documents and reports placed haphazardly.

"If you ask me, your job as the head of the prediction department is really easy. You only need to compile and report the results of prediction observations every day, and you don't have to go out to run missions. I really envy you."

Xiangbei slumped on the sofa, like a salted fish oppressed by life, with a look of lifelessness on his face.

"Come on, at least you have subordinates to command. I'm the only one in the entire prophecy department. You don't know how much mental pressure the daily predictions put on me." An Lianmeng rolled his eyes at him.

"After all, we are still students, right?" Xiang Bei suddenly thought of this and immediately turned things around. "Then is the chairman considered an employee?"

Before he could finish his words, An Lianmeng coughed heavily and signaled him to look behind her with her eyes.

later?

Xiangbei turned his head in confusion and froze in place for a moment.

"Come on, why don't you continue?" Chen Xingzhi put on a fake smile, grabbed his shoulders from behind and pushed him onto the sofa.

"I, I say. Chairman, that's a good idea!" Xiangbei immediately changed his words, "I've already said that. You can't give me another ten kilograms of homework, right?"

Although they are now in a superior-subordinate relationship, in reality, they are more like teacher and student.

"I'll keep it in mind for next time." Chen Xingzhi maintained a creepy smile, "This time, I have a task for you."

"An Lianmeng, Xiangbei, lead the executive team to check all residents in the shelter to confirm whether they have a tendency to believe in the end of the world."

After saying that, he added seriously: "Remember, it's all residents."

The two looked at each other. It was the first time they saw their boss with such a serious expression.

"Understood." The two said in unison, called the members of the executive department and set off immediately.

Sitting in the office chair that once belonged to Ning Zhao, Chen Xingzhi closed his eyes, and the thought thread belonging to this body was separated, continuing to analyze the fog of confusion.

As a doomsday that is different from the awakened intelligent machines and the aggregated flesh and blood, he has a hunch that he can discover the essence of doomsday from it.

(End of this chapter)