forget the river mirror

Chapter 10 The Prototype of the Microcosm

Outside the ninth district, the wilderness.

The setting sun in the west coated the barren Gobi with a layer of gold.

The whole day's journey had exhausted the spare barrel of gasoline, and Wang Daquan, a little tired, turned the truck into a dilapidated urban area.

Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that several dilapidated buildings are urban areas, this is the closest supply station for the wilderness to the safe zone.

"Go down and refuel, and get this kid into the cargo box by the way."

Wang Daquan took the pistol from Er Zhu and pushed open the cargo box behind the car. He was not at all worried that the slaves in the cargo box would escape, because those slaves had long been chained in the cargo box.

Erzhu smiled flatteringly, took out a cigarette from Wang Daquan's cigarette case, and pinned it to his ear, and then carried Lin Chuan out of the car under Wang Daquan's disgusted eyes.

At this time, Lin Chuan has basically recovered his physical strength, and the wound on his leg has scabbed. With a little effort, he can break free from the nylon straps that bound his hands and feet. However, he did not rush to do it, but carefully looked at it. the surrounding environment.

There are only a few scattered small houses next to the open-air gas station. From the modified off-road vehicles parked at the door of the houses, we can know that this place should be the foothold of many wilderness people.

The cracked road was completely broken hundreds of meters away, and the supply station was surrounded by deserted neighbors.

Lin Chuan hesitated for a while, but still didn't make a move, and fell into a coma all the way, not knowing where he was now. Even if he subdued the second pillar under him, it might not make Baigui give up the slaves in this car.

The scene of Ichiro Tanaka beating the team members to death is still vivid in my mind. Although I have just learned from the conversation between Er Zhu and the driver Wang Daquan that they are uncles and nephews in the car, Lin Chuan still does not believe in the family relationship between the ghosts. can outweigh the benefits.

Moreover, it was a critical moment to endow spiritual energy, so he had to wait for an opportunity.

Erzhu didn't know that he had just walked through the gate of hell, but he ignored the screaming, pleading and abuse of those slaves, and threw Lin Chuan into the cargo box like a dead pig.

He didn't know the identity of Lin Chuan's extraordinary person, he just treated him like an ordinary slave, and skillfully fixed him on the iron chain in the cargo box.

"Uncle! Close the door!"

After yelling at the front of the car, Erzhu put the oil gun into the fuel tank, and walked a certain distance, lit a low-quality cigarette, and smoked it contentedly.

To the people in the wilderness, cigarettes are definitely a luxury. If there were not enough people arrested this time, it would be impossible for Wang Daquan to distribute the cigarettes to Erzhu so generously.

On the other side, Lin Chuan, who was locked in the cargo box, was completely plunged into darkness.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of feces and urine made the smell in the cargo box very unpleasant. When he was on the road just now, Lin Chuan could vaguely hear the movement coming from the cargo box, but at this moment, the whole The cargo boxes have become very quiet.

After struggling all night, these people have already lost their strength.

Before Lin Chuan could get used to the darkness, there was the sound of iron chains colliding next to him, and then his throat was grabbed by both hands.

"It's you! I remember you. It was you who killed four hundred ghosts in our community before you provoked the slave catcher team! It's all to blame..." Although Lin Chuan couldn't see the attacker's face clearly, Lin Chuan was still hoarse. The deep-seated hatred was heard in the voice.

The other people in the cargo box also yelled and cursed with the same hatred.

"kill him!!"

It's a pity that before the attacker finished speaking, Lin Chuan broke free from the restraining nylon belt and directly broke both of the attacker's wrists.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Heart-piercing screams filled the entire cargo box, and those who yelled along seemed to have the mute button pressed.

Lin Chuan was not a savior at all, and even being locked up with the poor people in this car, it was difficult for him to feel any compassion.

Of course, Lin Chuan would not refuse if he could save them by the way, but he would never allow these people to pin unwarranted charges on his head.

"Give you three seconds to shut up, 3.2..."

Lin Chuan didn't say the consequences of disobeying his order, but when the countdown reached 2, the assailant around him gritted his teeth and suppressed all the screams back into his throat.

The faint sobs echoed in the silent cargo box, Lin Chuan sneered mockingly, and sat back in the seat near the door.

The sound of iron chains colliding sounded, and after Lin Chuan sat down, there was a large space around him. He didn't bother to pay attention to these people, closed his eyes, and continued to focus his consciousness on the imprint on his left chest.

After communicating with Xiaoyou, Lin Chuan was ready to give the spirit.

The condition of infusing spirits is to allow the infused things to touch the imprint. After swallowing the healing pill sent by Xiaoyou, Lin Chuan started to run "Xuan Qing Jue" and began to absorb spiritual energy.

The annoying aura in the wilderness was obviously more, but Lin Chuan had already learned from Xiaoyou that this "magic energy" had little effect on him, so he didn't care.

During the practice, Lin Chuan finally understood why Xiaoyou said that "Xuanqing Jue" is a legend, because under the guidance of "Xuanqing Jue", the operation of spiritual energy is very in line with the conditions for the generation of centripetal force.

Centripetal force is a kind of centripetal force manifested by the movement of rotating objects, and it is a manifestation of the resultant force of rotating objects in a natural or inertial state. Under the guidance of "Xuan Qing Jue", spiritual power can easily be A vortex is formed to naturally absorb the surrounding spiritual power factors.

In other words, others can only capture the scattered spiritual power with their thoughts, but Lin Chuan can form a spiritual power vortex and actively absorb spiritual power.

When the truck arrived at the gas station, Lin Chuan had already gathered a saturated aura cyclone in his dantian, and at this moment, he was guiding the cyclone to touch the mark.

As the cyclone slowly rose from the dantian, Lin Chuan became more and more proficient in manipulating spiritual power, and soon the light blue cyclone came to his chest...

At the moment when the spiritual cyclone touched the diamond-shaped imprint, Lin Chuan's consciousness was suddenly stripped away, and he returned to the closed pure white room.

And that whirlwind of spiritual energy was quietly floating in his palm.

The small diamond-shaped mirror that had already been turned into a mark was suspended above the cyclone, scattering transparent beams of light, covering the cyclone.

It didn't take long for Lin Chuan to feel a kind of cheerful emotion in the cyclone. He knew that the endowment had reached the final step - endowing it with civilization.

Lin Chuan lifted the cyclone to his eyes, and put his forehead on it. The so-called endowment is to give everything he knows to the other party, to share knowledge and civilization.

Ideal University is the highest institution of higher education in the Federation. Lin Chuan, who can be admitted in advance by Ideal University, is already the ceiling of knowledge among ordinary people in this era.

In addition to those high-tech achievements, Lin Chuan can memorize almost all the basic knowledge to maintain the operation of the federation.

Lin Chuan unreservedly handed over all this knowledge to the cyclones, endowing them with the seeds of civilization.

After a while, the cyclone stagnated for a moment, and then Lin Chuan's consciousness left the pure white space.

When he opened his eyes, the infused spirit cyclone had returned to his dantian, spinning quietly.

Lin Chuan didn't know when this aura would develop into civilization, but he could feel the intimacy from that aura. The seeds had already been planted, and now he just had to wait for the result.

The cargo box was still dark, but after Jue Ling's keen hearing, Lin Chuan found a faint breathing sound beside him. He subconsciously rushed over, and the aura in his body naturally attached to his pupils.

A little girl in her teens was looking at those light blue eyes in horror, all words were held down by Lin Chuan's throat.

Lin Chuan let go of his hand quickly, but the little girl didn't yell as he imagined, she just coughed a few times, and then moved carefully to his side.

"Don't chase me away, okay?"

The truck had already set off, and the people in the cargo box were bouncing up and down. Many people with motion sickness couldn't vomit anything, but even so, no one around Lin Chuan dared to get close.

Living in this era, Lin Chuan has become accustomed to the ugly side of human nature, so his emotions have no ups and downs.

A group of lambs who bowed their heads to fate and signed contracts with the company only dared to show their horns to the same kind.

When dying, human nature is like Schrödinger's cat, sometimes it will shine brightly, and sometimes it will be darker than hell.

Lin Chuan saw the little girl's torn clothes. He couldn't imagine what happened to the child, so he ignored the danger and approached himself like a ghost to ask for help.

Perhaps it was because the little girl was about the same age as Ah Li when he left the orphanage, Lin Chuan hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "What's your name?"

The little girl was a little scared and covered her calves with her clothes, curled up into a small ball, and said timidly:

"Yu Sheng, my name is Yu Sheng."

Lin Chuan nodded, regardless of whether the little girl could see it or not, he fell silent again.

He didn't change his mind. If he could save people by the way, he would save everyone in this car, including the coward whose hands were broken by him, but the premise was that he could survive.

If not, what he can do is to remember the child's name, kill one more ghost, and avenge her.

The truck fell into silence again, and felt the increasingly bumpy road conditions. Lin Chuan knew that he was getting farther and farther away from the safe zone. He couldn't drag it any longer, and he had to get out as soon as possible.

Just when Lin Chuan was about to call Xiao You out, the truck stopped suddenly.

The sudden brake pushed all the people in the cargo box to the front of the car, Lin Chuan tightly grasped the iron chain, fixed himself in place, and also grabbed Yu Sheng by the way.

The long journey seems to have come to an end. In the cargo box, everyone's negative emotions have accumulated to the limit. Some people are praying and some are crying bitterly.

No one knows what they will face the moment the cargo box is opened.

……

Under the dark night sky, several bonfires set up in iron buckets gave off faint light, elongating the shadow of a low building.

Only the frame of the luminous characters on the roof is left, but the word "hospital" can be vaguely seen.

Yamaguchi took the remaining six hundred ghosts and stood beside the truck with guns in hand. Under the guns, the people in the cargo box lined up obediently in two lines and were escorted to the hospital.

This hospital, which was supposed to save lives and heal the wounded, has long been turned into a frontline base for the ghosts. All slaves captured from the safe zone must undergo the first inspection here.

draw blood.

People who live in the safe zone all year round are basically not affected by nuclear radiation. As long as they are in good health and do not take addictive hallucinogenic drugs, they can be sold as blood bags on the black market or blood bag production bases.

The Mechanic Sect living in the sixth district will spend a lot of money to buy healthy blood to simulate the real feeling of the body, and sometimes buy some body organs as one-time supplies.

In addition, in today's advanced biotechnology, there are still some wealthy people who believe that if young matching blood is replaced regularly, life expectancy will be prolonged and youth will remain forever.

Where there is demand, there will be a market.

The reason why there are so many large and small slave catchers in the wilderness, desperately broke into the safe zone, is to catch blood bags.

……

At this time, Lin Chuan and Yu Sheng were at the end of the line, moving the "heavy" iron chain, and moving slowly.

When the cargo box was just opened, Lin Chuan was ready to fight, but before he could call Xiao You out to help, the aura cyclone in his dantian suddenly turned into the shape of a Tai Chi diagram, slowly Spin up.

The light cyan aura and the dark gray demonic aura clearly turned into two "Yin-Yang fish", and golden lightning flashed from time to time at the junction.

No matter how Lin Chuan mobilized, the group of spiritual energy remained indifferent. In this case, even calling Xiao You out would not help.

So Lin Chuan could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​escaping, honestly pretended to be an ordinary person, and blended into the team.

Fortunately, Shankou didn't recognize Lin Chuan as the person he and the captain chased down together.

The assailant in the cargo box whose hands were broken by him seemed to be planning to inform, but Lin Chuan only glanced at him lightly, and the man lowered his head and gave up this dangerous idea.

He was too close to Lin Chuan, no matter what would happen to Lin Chuan after the whistleblowing, he didn't have the confidence to ensure that he would survive.

Survival is the instinct of every creature.

The heavy iron chain slowed down the speed of the team. After staying up for a day and a night, everyone's physical strength was basically exhausted. If Xiaoyou hadn't sent a bigu pill through the imprint, Lin Chuan would probably be too hungry to walk road.

"Hurry up!"

But Hundred Ghosts didn't care about this, and would just tell them with the butt of their guns what would happen if they fell behind.

From the dim bonfire, it can be seen that men accounted for about [-]% of the team, and most of the remaining women were young, with only a few young girls and no old people.

The slave catchers didn't catch everyone.

But nearly a hundred people, facing only seven hundred ghosts, no one dared to stand up to resist and escape, even if they knew the future was dark, no one would use their lives to make wedding dresses for others.

Lin Chuan understands them very well. There is nothing wrong with being selfish. As long as you can live, it is good to live for a second.

……

The two teams finally moved into the hospital.

Walking through the broken glass door, you can see the doctor wearing a gas mask, the blood-stained white coat, coupled with the howling night wind, it is completely a scene from a horror movie.

The team is slowly moving forward, only the sound of "pass" or "failure" can be heard from inside, and every time Lin Chuan hears "failure", there will be a scream accompanied by the brief gunshot sounded.

Time passed slowly, and people's emotions went from fear and panic at the beginning to numbness at the end. Now, people only hope to hear "qualified", at least they can live like that.

The next blood test was Lin Chuan. Yu Sheng behind him subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes, but was suddenly carried away from the team by a hundred ghosts.

Lin Chuan clenched his fists, and when he was hesitating, the hundred ghosts were stopped by the "doctor":

"What are you doing!?"

The ghost stopped helplessly, and said fawningly:

"I can't produce much blood at such a young age. We have been holding back for several days. Let me vent my anger."

"Blood test first, this is the rule."

It's a pity that the "doctor" didn't save face for him. No matter what kind of organization it is, if it wants to develop for a long time, it must have rules.

However, the doctor stopped the Hundred Ghosts not because the rules of the slave catchers were humane, but because he was not sure whether Yu Sheng had a special blood type.

The hundred ghosts hesitated for a long time, and could only put Yu Sheng in front of the doctor, but he didn't go far. It seemed that as soon as the result came out, Yu Sheng still couldn't escape the tragic end.

The doctor wearing the gas mask didn't speak any more, walked to the back of the machine, and pressed the start button. Accompanied by a pneumatic sound, a dark silver mechanical tentacles protruded from the machine, wrapping around Yu Sheng's arm.

Lin Chuan is no stranger to this blood test machine. Every time he has a physical examination at school, he has to face this weird-looking mechanical tentacles.

However, he did not expect that there would be such advanced technology in the wilderness. In his impression, this machine has only been popularized in the safe zone in recent years. It can not only detect blood type, but also collect genetic samples. Prosthetic doctors use this machine to match customers with suitable mechanical prostheses.

Yu Sheng didn't dare to struggle, but her body trembled uncontrollably. Soon, the mechanical tentacles released her, and the doctor also saw the blood type report on the monitor.

"Qualified, it can be sold as a blood bag."

After the doctor finished speaking, the hundred ghosts came over. When they arrested these little girls, they didn't plan to sell them as blood bags. This child doesn't have a special blood type, and the doctor has no reason to stop him.

Yu Sheng looked helplessly at the crowd in the hospital, as if she wanted to ask for help, but what was waiting for her were only people's dodging eyes, she could only subconsciously take two steps back, and tightly grasped the corner of Lin Chuan's clothes.

Lin Chuan's conscience had never been subjected to such a cruel test.

If he could mobilize his aura at this time, then Lin Chuan would definitely choose to take action without hesitation, but the fact is that he can only choose one between life and conscience, and the price of goodwill is too great...

(End of this chapter)