Everyone's hunting for treasure: I'll give you 100 times the loot and hand it over to the

The hall was extremely empty.

Hundreds of incandescent bulbs were arranged in a matrix overhead, their brightness blinding.

The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, completely masking the metallic, bloody odor at the bottom.

The figure on the hospital bed in the very center stopped humming.

It slowly turned its neck.

That face belonged entirely to Lin Jianguo.

His skin had a deathly pallor, as if it had never seen the sun in years.

The wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes, along with the old scar on his right cheek left by shrapnel, were all still there, untouched.

It raised its arm toward Lin Chuxue.

With palms facing up, fingers were pulled back slightly.

A very common greeting gesture.

"First Snow, come here."

Even the habitually drawn-out ending sounds when speaking were perfectly replicated.

Lin Chuxue stopped ten steps away.

The boots left a shallow dent in the softened layer of fat.

She did not loosen her grip on the staff.

"The quality control of this maze is ridiculously poor."

Lin Chuxue's voice came through from under the tactical mask.

She made a flourish with one hand, the tip of the cane pointing diagonally to the ground.

"My dad has broad shoulders and can't fit into this small-sized striped hospital gown at all."

Even when he's asleep, his shirt cuffs must be buttoned up tightly, so that no cheap loose threads are visible.

If Zhao Leiguang were to encounter this play, he would definitely complain loudly that the other side even falsified the fabric rations.

If it were Wen Yue, she would most likely have simply picked up the crossbow and pinned the leather bag to the wall.

"When you're extracting body models from the archives, at least pay attention to the reasonableness of the size proportions."

The skin on the hospital bed did not answer.

It is still waving.

Suddenly, the pure white hospital beds around them stirred.

Hundreds of bed sheets were lifted at the same time.

The soft rustling of fabric blended together, making one's ears ring.

One by one, the thin figures sat up from their beds.

They were all wearing extremely large hospital gowns, and each of them had half a rusty iron chain hanging from their necks.

Hundreds and thousands of identical faces turned around.

They all resemble Lin Xi.

Cries and screams came crashing in from all directions.

"Sister, save me!"

"Sister, take me away."

The voices, still so young, blended together, filling the entire hall.

This commotion was enough to strip away the rationality of an ordinary person on the spot.

Lin Chuxue tilted her head slightly.

She raised her hand and picked her ear with her little finger.

It's so noisy it's annoying.

The logic behind the construction of the lobby has obvious flaws.

When generating thousands of such physical targets in ordinary space, the energy distribution is extremely diluted.

These replicas appear numerous, but their actual physical collision volume is pitifully weak.

They couldn't even bend the thin metal frames of the surrounding hospital beds.

The opposing side attempted to use numerical superiority and emotional appeal to mask the fact that their defenses were as flimsy as paper.

Lin Jianguo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in the center, finally lowered his arms.

It stared straight at Lin Chuxue.

The lips open and close mechanically.

"Put down the blood pool and wail."

The synthesized voice was forced into the midst of the overwhelming cries.

"Your weapon is too dangerous and will interfere with maintaining stable vital signs."

"Leave the weapons here, and you can take her with you."

It raised its hand and pointed to the countless replicas of Linxi around it.

"Pick any one, or take them all."

"Step back beyond the safety line, as long as you put down your staff."

Lin Chuxue did not act immediately.

She stood still and began to deconstruct the other person's words.

At first, it sounded like an elderly father pleading to protect other lives.

However, a closer look at its word choice habits reveals obvious clues.

"Disruption maintenance" and "smooth operation" are not terms used by old-school military personnel.

This is a monitoring term that researchers or some kind of console would use.

The other party is using the guise of kinship to play the emotional card, but at its core, it is still carrying out a cold-blooded exchange procedure.

This strange sense of dislocation directly erased the last remaining distracting thoughts in Lin Chuxue's mind.

She lowered her head and looked at the staff in her hand.

A dark red light illuminated the armor's bracers.

"He's very shrewd with his calculations."

Lin Chuxue pressed the end of her staff against the edge of her combat boots, producing two muffled thuds.

"You're offering a bunch of cheap, counterfeit goods in exchange for my livelihood."

"Your system's question bank should at least be maintained and updated regularly."

She exerted force with her wrist, raising the staff horizontally to her chest.

"My dad took me out shopping and we ran into a knife-wielding thug."

"He stuck the barbecue skewers he had just bought into the back of the man's hand and casually pulled out his sidearm."

"No one has ever taught me to surrender first when faced with a problem."

The leather at the staff's handle made a slight tugging sound.

Her knuckles were pressed tightly against the cane.

The old man had taught her how to find her way back to camp so that she wouldn't get lost after the battle.

I taught her how to load a gun and how to destroy enemy defensive bunkers in an organized manner.

The only thing they never taught her was to hand over her weapons to these filthy, shady people.

Cold air mixed with highly concentrated disinfectant was poured into the lungs.

Lin Chuxue took a half step back on one leg.

The softened fat layer could not withstand the downward pressure and sank in three inches.

The blood pool's wailing was raised high.

The blood patterns on the staff detached from the metal tube and floated in mid-air.

She slammed the end of her staff heavily onto the ground.

This attack was delivered without reservation.

A dark red light emanated from the end of the staff and surged outwards along the ground at breakneck speed.

The Blood Mage's formidable destructive power was fully unleashed.

The light transformed into a tangible blade, slicing through the disguised layer of fat.

The scene inside the hall began to collapse on a large scale.

The cries of thousands of Linxi clones were abruptly cut off.

The white sheets were cut by dark red bloodstains that crisscrossed the floor.

Fragments of cotton fabric fluttered and floated in the air.

The bloodline specifically targets the weakest point of energy circulation for cutting.

Those clones of Linxi didn't even have time to make a move to escape.

A dark red light shone from bottom to top through the hospital bed.

The fake fabric and iron pipes, along with the fragile clone, broke in two at the same time.

This is not a killing in the conventional sense; it is a system-level defibrillation and cleanup targeting the core of the maze.

The array of incandescent lights on the ceiling experienced a large-scale short circuit.

The sound of glass light tubes shattering filled the air.

The entire space was plunged into complete darkness.

The earth's surface could no longer withstand such intense cutting.

The fat layer completely ruptured.

The terrazzo floor tiles and the bio-meat walls below collapsed downwards in large areas.

Lin Chuxue lost her balance.

His body plummeted vertically into the deeper underground pipes.

The sound of the wind was extremely sharp in my ears.

The tiny air vents on both sides of the armor's lower leg guards open automatically.

The counter-current helped stabilize her descent trajectory.

Lin Chuxue held the staff tightly to her chest.

She stared intently at the collapsed hospital bed in the very center.

The skin fell down along with the stones.

Half of its face had been sliced ​​off by blood.

Just as their gazes were about to drift away, the skin-like figure raised its right hand.

Bring your index and middle fingers together and press down with your thumb.

He quickly drew a half circle in front of his chest.

Those were the tactical hand signals for the first squad.

This indicates there is a trap ahead; do not follow.

Lin Chuxue paused for half a second.

This is completely outside the system's inherent operating path.

It is impossible for a purely synthetic entity to know the internal hand signals of the First Squad.

Even if it accessed Lin Jianguo's memories, Lin Jianguo would still not know the current tactical instructions of the First Squad.

This contradicts the facts of the timeline.

From an informatics perspective, this suggests an extremely surprising conclusion.

Either the enemy network intercepted the Dragon Guard's encrypted communication packets.

Or perhaps there's another conscious observer hiding inside this body.

Lin Chuxue didn't have time to do further verification.

A large piece of cement slab fell from above and hit the skin.

Blood and flesh mixed with rubble scattered.

The feeling of weightlessness at the bottom finally disappeared.

The combat boots stepped onto the solid metal mesh plate.

With the knees slightly bent, most of the impact force is absorbed during the fall.

It was extremely quiet deep inside the pipe.

The lighting equipment had long since failed, and the blood-red pattern at the tip of the staff became the only source of light.

The surface of the metal mesh plate was covered with a viscous liquid.

The boots stepped on the mesh, squeezing out the liquid and making a monotonous sound.

Lin Chuxue did not take a step immediately.

She first swept her staff across a 180-degree fan-shaped area in front of her.

A dark red light illuminated the four walls of the pipe.

This place is full of bulging fleshy walls, with lipomas of all sizes hanging on them.

The tumor was oozing turbid fluid.

This is not a typical hospital building level.

The rusted maintenance ladder remaining on the pipe wall indicates that this place has been abandoned for at least half a century.

Lin Chuxue walked forward along the metal mesh panel.

The pipeline gets wider and wider as you go.

There are no guardrails on either side; it's suspended in mid-air.

The bottom was unfathomable, with only the occasional faint echo of dripping liquid.

The space at the end opened up without warning.

In the very center was an extremely large cylindrical hibernation pod.

The outer shell of the cabin is covered with old scratches from years of neglect.

A thick, silver program chain hangs down from the top.

The chains were tightly wrapped around the outer wall of the hibernation pod like a giant python.

Fine characters flow across the surface of the chain.

The end plunged into the hatch interface, continuously supplying pale liquid.

Lin Chuxue walked to the cabin door.

There are three rows of vital signs monitoring lights on the left side of the hibernation pod.

The top two rows are completely off.

Only two red lights remained on the bottom row, still flashing faintly.

She raised her hand and used her tactical glove to wipe away the dust and slime from the outside of the glass.

Dark red light shone into the cabin.

Lin Jianguo lay quietly inside.

The wrinkles on his face and the shrapnel scar were still there.

This is not the crudely made replica mentioned above.

This is the genuine body of Lin Jianguo.

He was wearing his old military uniform from back then.

The collar of the old military uniform was worn out.

The metal star emblem on the epaulettes has turned dark black due to oxidation.

These are not traces of time that can be faked in a short period of time.

The silver procedural chain not only delivered fluids but also forcibly replaced the hematopoietic stem cells in his body.

The pale fluid traveled through the veins, extending from the back of the hand all the way to the neck.

His eyes were closed.

There was no rise or fall in his chest.