Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 3 Rainy Night
Beside the Qinglong Mountain Highway, Yang Chu, who was wet, sat leaning against a telephone booth, panting violently.

After leaving the remote warehouse, he stumbled and walked for about 1000 meters in the rain. He forgot to breathe several times, fell, and suffered a cardiac arrest. Finally, he hid in the telephone booth by the road with difficulty.

The increasingly heavy rain, the ligament strain of the leg muscles, the slight fracture of the foot bones, and the kidnapping and beating made him in extremely poor physical condition at the moment.

Pain, weakness, heavier and heavier body—

Even if Yang Chu's main consciousness can ignore these negative body feedbacks and let his body continue to move forward like a machine, the complicated operation of the major systems in his body often makes his consciousness too late to take into account.

At this time, Yang Chu's main consciousness is like a worker who is in a hurry on multiple assembly lines. He is already doing his best to coordinate the continuous and stable operation of various systems of the body.

The loss of subconsciousness requires active control of the operation of the major systems of the body, which is a very difficult thing.

But fortunately, his consciousness is also slowly adapting. Whether it is stimulating the beating of the heart, breathing, or regulating the operation of other systems in the body from time to time, it is repeated and regular.

By analogy, it's like a drum set.

The kick drum and hi-hat on the foot for a while, the snare drum for a while, and a few toms and cymbals.

There are a lot of threads, but after stopping the motion system and leaning on the phone booth, I can still separate a little bit of energy to think about the information he has collected.

On the glass door of the phone booth was the company name of "Hong Kong Island Telecom" in traditional blue and various illegal advertisements, and the heavy metal telephone in the center was covered with telephones from various areas.

"So I traveled to Hong Kong Island in the 90s..."

From the local and regional phones posted on the phone booth, as well as some other small advertisements, phone books, etc., combined with the Hong Kong dollars he found from the gangster in front of him, Yang Chu probably figured out where he was.

Hong Kong Island.

As for time-

There was no specific information in the phone booth, but in the wallet he was holding, there was an ID card that looked like a young and Dangerous boy, who was born in 1966. Combined with the age of the other party's 30 years old, he deduced that at this time it should be in Eight 90s.

He has a certain concept of his place and era, but these cannot solve the problems that Yang Chu is facing now.

During this half hour, the more he controlled the eight major systems in his body, the more he could perceive how bad his physical condition was.

After all, this is a body that was beaten, imprisoned, and resurrected after death.

"My first goal now is to find a place to stay as soon as possible."

The next thing to think about in Yang Chu is the next step.

Although he knew that he was on Hong Kong Island at the moment, the surrounding area was desolate, there was not even a village, it should be a remote suburban area.

When he crossed over, this body had already died, his subconscious had disappeared, and there was no memory or other items.

The only wallet and ID card belonged to the dead young man.

As a result, Yang Chu had no way to retrieve the social relationship that the body's predecessor had, let alone where he lived or where he lived.

Judging from the fact that he was kidnapped and beaten in front of his body, he didn't look like a rich man who was kidnapped and blackmailed. The reason for his kidnapping was that he was involved in some unbearable and dangerous events.

Moreover, Yang Chu's current consciousness must constantly control the various systems of the body to keep running, even if it remains in a static state, the time for self-thinking should not be too long, otherwise there will be a "downtime" in one aspect of the body.

Yang Chu could clearly feel the warnings from all aspects of his body through his nervous system.

The loss of body temperature caused by the rain falling on the body, the extreme fatigue of the muscles, the intense hunger caused by the lack of energy, and the many injuries caused by being imprisoned and beaten——

Although Yang Chu can completely ignore these negative feedbacks after the main consciousness completely controls the major systems of the body, he also understands that if this continues for a long time, even if the body does not die again, it will cause a lot of long-term damage to the body.

From the feedback from all aspects of the body, Yang Chu can feel that his body is currently in a state of using energy storage, which is generally said to be consuming body fat.

This is a natural biochemical reaction of organs and tissues after the operation of the major systems in the body, and is not under the control of Yang Chu.

But from his increasingly weak body, he also understands the need for early energy intake and dealing with injuries.

Suddenly, on the road in the rainy night in the distance, a light flashed.

"Huh? Any passing vehicles?"

Yang Chu's spirit was refreshed, and he controlled his heart to beat violently. His slightly sluggish body suddenly became powerful and flexible in the accelerated blood circulation. Even when his left leg was injured, he still ran at an extremely fast speed. to the side of the road.

This is what Yang Chu found out along the way after leaving the warehouse. His consciousness stimulates the sinus node of the heart through the nervous system, thereby speeding up the heart beat and promoting blood circulation, so that he can gain a short burst of power.

It's just that the speeding vehicle saw Yang Chu beckoning to stop, but it didn't mean to slow down at all. It swept past Yang Chu and drove into the night in the distance.

"It seems that there is no way to wait for the car."

Yang Chu watched the vehicle go away, and slowly sat down on the side of the road.

The violent beating of his heart, he has begun to calm down, the pain and weakness of the body are fed back to the brain again.

Hunger, hypothermia, pain, exhaustion—

He can only reduce energy consumption as much as possible.

Standing in the middle of the road, Yang Chu looked at the vehicles galloping in the distance. Under the dazzling high beams, he couldn't see what the vehicles were, but he had no intention of avoiding them.

Perhaps because of the rainy night, the speed of the approaching car was not fast, but Yang Chu, who suddenly appeared on the road, didn't see it. He actually stepped on the brakes to slow down when he reached a position three or four meters in front of him.

But the slippery road and the inertia of the car made it impossible for the vehicle to stop.

At this critical moment, Yang Chu seemed to be observing from a third-party perspective. At a position where the vehicle was only more than one meter away from him, relying on the control of the body motion system, he was agile and sideways.

crunch--

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded.

The vehicle suddenly braked suddenly and stopped directly next to Yang Chu.

The one that stopped was a taxi. Through the glass that had fallen from the rain, I could vaguely see the taxi driver holding his hands on the steering wheel, breathing heavily, and his face was full of frightened expressions.

"Sorry, it's not easy to take a taxi here, I've been waiting for a long time."

Yang Chu stepped forward and knocked on the glass, with an apologetic smile on his face.

The taxi driver was a young man in his 30s and [-]s, he looked gentle, and he seemed to be taken aback again when he heard Yang Chu knock on the window glass.

After seeing Yang Chu clearly through the glass, there was anger and vigilance in his eyes again, but he ignored Yang Chu, his lips moved slightly as if he was muttering something, and he reached out to turn the car key again, wanting to start the car and leave.

"Do me a favor and drive me to a place where there are people ahead."

Yang Chu saw that the other party didn't mean to carry him, controlled his body, and stopped in front of the car one step ahead.

Yang Chu didn't find it strange that the taxi driver ignored him. There were enthusiasts everywhere, but they didn't necessarily meet them.

Besides, in the middle of the rainy day, in a remote suburban area, a man with scars suddenly ran out, and it was normal to ignore him.

But Yang Chu is completely unfamiliar with the surroundings, his physical condition is not good, and he still needs to control the operation of the major systems in the body at all times.

After finally waiting for a taxi, Yang Chu could only ask the other party to take him out of this wilderness.

The engine has been started, and the dull roar of the engine is particularly clear in the rainy night.

The young driver sitting in the driver's seat looked at Yang Chu who was standing in front of the car with an angry look on his face, and honked the horn twice.

"Just take me to a place where there are people ahead."

Yang Chu stood in front of the car, and from the wallet he picked up from the gangster, he took a few hundred-yuan bills and slapped them on the hood.

In Yang Chu's view, the other party is nothing more than fear of him being a villain and a villain. Under the premise of no profit, he is naturally unwilling to pay attention to him.

"Don't pull it!"

But contrary to Yang Chu's expectations, the taxi driver in the driver's seat not only did not agree to take him, but instead shook the glass halfway down and shouted at him hysterically.

Yang Chu frowned and moved his body to the side.

He saw that the taxi driver's car was empty and did not carry passengers. For a while, he didn't understand whether the driver who ran the night shift to make a living was frightened by him or something else.

But Yang Chu didn't give up completely. He missed the taxi. He didn't know how long it would take for vehicles and pedestrians to pass by next time.

Looking at the inexplicably twisted and ferocious face behind the windshield, Yang Chu deliberately said in a somewhat threatening tone: "The license plate is CW1141, I will complain to you if I refuse to carry you."

For the taxi industry on Hong Kong Island, Yang Chu actually did not know, and did not know whether the threat of this complaint was useful.

And just after Yang Chu finished saying that he wanted to complain, the young taxi driver did not leave, but sat in the driver's seat with a fluctuating expression on his face, his lips moved lightly, and he seemed to be constantly muttering something.

Yang Chuqiang waited in the rain for a while before the young driver turned his head, looked at Yang Chu up and down through the car glass, rolled down the window a little, and waved at Yang Chu, as if He pretended to be helpless and said, "Okay, look at you poor, get in the car."

"Thank you!"

The sound of the taxi door unlocking sounded, Yang Chu thanked him, walked quickly to the back seat of the taxi and opened the door to get in the car.

He didn't know whether the driver was frightened by the complaint, or coveted the few Hong Kong dollars he gave, or had a sudden kindness, it didn't matter.

At this time, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and find a place to stay.

After getting in the car, Yang Chu glanced at the young driver sitting in front of him, and saw the taxi driver's badge on the driver's platform by using the reading lights in the car that were not yet dimmed.

Lin Guoyu.

When he saw the name, Yang Chu was slightly dazed.

It's not about the name and his imagination of the rain in front of him, but he vaguely felt as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Probably because his consciousness was resurrected on a newly dead corpse, not only did he not inherit the original memory of this body, but even many of the memories that belonged to him before the time traveled were blurred a lot.

The taxi started again. Lin Guoyu, the taxi driver in the driver's seat in front, has been looking at Yang Chu through the rearview mirror of the car, his eyes are vigilant and scrutinized.

Yang Chu noticed the other party's strange gaze, but he still didn't care.

His more focus is still on maintaining the operation of the major systems in his body.

During the time he came out of the phone booth to stop the car, he felt that the operation of the system in his body was already a little disordered and sluggish, and he needed to adjust it as soon as possible.

"Brother, is this hurt?"

After driving for about three to five minutes, the taxi driver Lin Guoyu's voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Chu leaned softly on the seat, his squinted eyes opened again, and he said casually, "I fell on the coast."

"Then you fell hard enough." The young taxi driver pointed at the position of Yang Chu's head through the rearview mirror of the car, and suddenly became quite enthusiastic, "Would you like to find a clinic for you? have a look?"

"It's okay, no need."

Yang Chu replied lightly, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. The wound in front of him was injured by a square wooden stick, and after washing without rain, faint blood seeped out.

In his current state, the treatment of trauma is not the most important thing. Instead, he eats a good meal to replenish the energy consumed by his body.

Then find a clean place to calm down and reduce activities, so that he can further coordinate the operation of various internal systems in the body, which is the first priority.

In this way, Yang Chu can also squeeze out a little more energy while stabilizing his body, and think about what to do next.

"Whatever you want." Lin Guoyu shrugged, feeling a little bit of a waste of my kindness, and then said after a pause, "Go to Qinglongtou Pier after passing Jialong Village, where there are places to eat and stay. , where are you getting off?"

"Row!"

Yang Chu didn't talk nonsense, glanced at the left side of the road, and could vaguely see a few lights in the dark rainy night, it should be the Jialong Village that Lin Guoyu said.

Jialong Village was not too far from the telephone booth where Yang Chu was just now, probably only a few kilometers, but he was completely unfamiliar with the surrounding environment, and his body might not be able to support it.

After a simple exchange between the two, the car seemed to fall into silence again.

bang bang bang-

Suddenly, at this moment, Yang Chu, who closed his eyes again, heard a knocking sound in the trunk of the back seat.

Lin Guoyu, who was driving, grabbed the steering wheel abruptly after the sound of the sound, and then suddenly shouted loudly: "Fortune, don't make a noise! ​​I'll be home in a while, if you make more noise, I'll kill you."

After saying that, Lin Guoyu looked at Yang Chu through the rearview mirror of the car again, and apologized a little, "I'm sorry, there is a Labrador raised by my old bean in the back seat, and I took him to the vet just now. Look. Wow, it’s really a money grab. Not only is it expensive to treat people, but these cats and dogs also cost me several days’ salary. Alas, in my next life, I’d rather be a dog!”

Hearing Lin Guoyu's chattering voice, Yang Chu didn't say much, and slowly closed his eyes again.

But the thumping sound in the trunk was still ringing, and there was a humming sound from time to time.

This sound didn't sound like the whining of a canine to Yang Chu, but Yang Chu didn't have time to think about other things. Most of his energy was devoted to keeping the major systems of the body in operation.

"Help me—"

However, after the humming sound for a while, suddenly a shrill cry with a crying voice came from the trunk.

crunch--

The taxi slammed on the brakes and stopped in the middle of the road.

(End of this chapter)