Blind Spot-Chapter 95 - 087 Ready 1 (Thank you Lanzhou not the Alliance
Chapter 95: 087 Ready 1 (Thank you Lanzhou, not the Alliance Hierarch)
Chapter 95: 087 Ready 1 (Thank you Lanzhou, not the Alliance Hierarch)
The company’s people are just employees, not death-defying loyalists or perfect forms, so when they encounter trouble, especially the kind that can’t be dealt with, they are very likely to make decisions to take negative actions.
After all, no matter how high the salary is, it’s not worth risking one’s life for. Once life is gone, everything is gone.
Li Chengyi was no fool; he understood the hidden meaning and fell silent.
The best an employee of the company could be was a Semi-Cyborg like Song Ran, and that was already considered top-notch.
Even so, once a Semi-Cyborg suffered damage, the cost of repair could easily run into the hundreds of thousands.
Asking them to go and risk their lives, even if they were willing, the company was not.
Therefore, this group of people was just there to fight as minor cannon fodder and to maintain appearances. When it really came down to life-threatening danger, one had to rely on oneself.
“Brother Song, you rest up. I understand. From now on, I’ll handle it myself. Company support with logistics will be enough,” Li Chengyi answered with a grave voice.
“Let me help you,” Song Ran said solemnly.
At such a time, knowing full well that he was facing the lunatics from Utopia and that the Military Perfect Form was involved, Song Ran still made the offer; this was truly risking his life to help.
Li Chengyi felt a faint stirring in his heart.
After all, in the eyes of the others, he was just a rookie who had just entered the Blind Spot, whose strength couldn’t even beat a well-trained Common police officer, let alone confront Utopia.
Under such circumstances, that Song Ran could still make the offer…
“Brother Song, there’s no need. This is my own issue,” Li Chengyi replied earnestly.
Song Ran opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately, he didn’t speak again.
A Military Level Perfect Form, that was beyond what he could handle. If it had been the cheaper cannon fodder perfect forms from before, he could have managed to deal with them.
But now… at his level, he feared he wouldn’t last even a single round against them.
To go would be to send himself to his death for nothing.
In the end, he was working for Xindela; he was risking his life for his boss.
He viewed his boss as his own father, which is why he was willing to risk his life.
But as for Li Chengyi…
“Actually, you can see it clearly too,” Song Ran paused, then sighed, “That’s why the matter with Lien has always been handled personally by the boss and a few of us.”
“I understand because no one is willing to risk their lives for others incessantly,” Li Chengyi said, catching on.
Perhaps Xindela could have used huge bounties in the past to recruit desperados to serve him, like Utopia, who could use money to build up perfect forms one after another without fear of casualties.
But now, he had withdrawn from his former circle and had fallen from his past peak. As a loser, he left White Star.
And no longer had that kind of financial power.
So he had to handle things personally.
‘What kind of person would be willing to risk their lives with you?’ This question flashed through Li Chengyi’s mind.
The team he would form in the future must be one that could always stand with him, sharing life and death, without turning and retreating when facing a formidable enemy.
But where could he find such people?
Looking at Song Ran in front of him, a spark suddenly flashed in his heart.
Wasn’t Song Ran the very person he was considering?
He could do anything for his boss, Xindela, repeatedly investigating Blind Spots, experiencing life and death crises, and doing so without any regrets!
And those from Utopia, what they pursued and what they hated, bound them together tightly.
“I understand now,” Li Chengyi slowly said, his words carrying a double meaning.
“As long as you know. The notebook matter is no longer something we can be involved in. Utopia, perhaps if it were the boss from before… but now…” Song Ran shook his head and turned to leave.
He closed the door behind him.
Li Chengyi’s gaze fell again on the desk drawer where the notebook was kept.
Awaiting Song Ran to get far enough away, ensuring he did not return, he then went back to the desk, pulled open the drawer, and took out the notebook.
‘What exactly is the Time Field? It records many Blind Spot cases, most of which I’ve never encountered, and it is very possible most of them have vanished. What exactly was Zhong Hui researching before his death?’
Li Chengyi gently caressed the notebook’s cover. He had flipped through it for a while earlier and felt the contents were more like a research notebook with a specific purpose.
Zhong Hui seemed to have a clear goal from the beginning, exploring and searching for something by going through each Blind Spot he experienced.
Reopening the notebook, he went back to the spot he had been looking at before.
‘… Within the Time Field, the speed of time in the Blind Spot is completely different from the outside world.
Some Blind Spots have extremely fast time flow, where one day inside may equal just a few minutes outside.
Others are the opposite, where one day inside could mean a week or a month has passed outside.’
‘We have been treating Blind Spots as individual spaces or entities, which is incorrect. They must be interconnected in some way that is not known to us.
Through years of observation and research, I have discovered that Blind Spots, although seemingly unrelated, internally have some sort of similarity.’
‘That is, most Blind Spots are located within an odd realm that is immeasurable, imperceptible, and unobservable.
At first, I thought it was the same world, but later, I realized this was not the case.
Because most Blind Spots have prototypes that exist, with the prototypes primarily in the world’s reality, as traces that once existed. In numerous observations and calculations, I found a key element—forgetting.’
The content that followed was blurred and unclear as if it had been deliberately rubbed out.
Li Chengyi frowned and continued flipping through, only to find that the rest of the pages had become new records of Blind Spot cases, analyses, and methods of detachment.
He sighed. Zhong Hui had clearly discovered or guessed something, but that content seemed to have been erased.
Was it erased by Zhong Hui himself, or by someone later?
No one knew.
But right now, Li Chengyi had no time to concern himself with these issues, his pressing goal was to immediately find information about the Silent Store.
Amidst the rustling of flipping pages, Li Chengyi rapidly skimmed through the notebook’s content.
However, the material was vast and thick, and he couldn’t find it right away, so he had to honestly flip through it page by page.
As time slowly passed.
Plop.
Suddenly, his finger paused.
‘Found it!’
Li Chengyi’s spirit lifted, and he straightened his back to look at the handwriting in front of him.
‘Silent Store: Blind Spot type—permanent existence. Its facade is a strange convenience store shrouded and surrounded by darkness, with power on, no living creatures, goods updated weekly.
The variety of goods is bizarre, having everything, but limited to personal use and cannot be removed from the body.
The second time I took out a product, I got the so-called Life-Locking Medicine, which is purported to enable immortality. Through research, I discovered the essence of Life-Locking Medicine to be a strange active bacterium.
This bacterium has incredibly strong vitality, capable of surviving in all sorts of the harshest environments. The so-called immortality is by using the combination of oneself and the bacterium to achieve an effect that indirectly extends life.’
‘The third time I took out a product was similar to the first time, both being special biological blood, and the instructions indicated it could replace one’s own bloodline.
Since it’s said to be inseparable from my body, I tried cutting off a piece of my own flesh and mixed it with the blood. I successfully enabled it to leave my body and administered it to a test subject…’
‘The user was a thirty-six-year-old adult female with a height of one meter seventy-two and a weight of seventy-three kilograms, with no pre-existing illnesses.’
‘The result of the experiment was death.’
Li Chengyi’s hand shook slightly.
He knew it, it wouldn’t be so easy to gain benefits. Where in the world is there such a safe and assured bloodline replacement product?
The Silent Store, situated in that kind of mysterious and eerie darkness, whether it’s really intended for human trade is a mystery in itself.
It might have been set up for some other, mysterious existences…
Li Chengyi gathered his thoughts and continued reading.
‘Within half a year, a total of three Blind Spot Individuals entered the Silent Store. After comprehensive experiments, of all the acquired goods, only one was successfully verified.’
‘The experiment was successful, T managed to extract a biological agent called Blue Iris, which can temporarily enhance human reaction speed by 30%-45%, the effect is very good, surpassing all similar products on the market. However, this requires Blind Spot Individuals to repeatedly enter the Silent Store for restocking.
We were not able to replicate the agent, nor could we decipher its material sources. We could only use it by extracting the cells from the Blind Spot Individuals themselves, mixing it into the original agent, and then diluting for use, which is not a long-term solution…’
At this point, Li Chengyi finally understood why the people of Utopia kept using Zhong Hui as bait.
It turns out that Zhong Hui had been entangled with Utopia from the start, and they had even successfully experimented with useful drug samples internally.
But these samples could only be used by mixing with the flesh of Blind Spot Individuals because the agent couldn’t be separated from the Blind Spot Individuals themselves.
‘On November 4th, a foreigner named Geon came to visit me, saying we could no longer enter the Silent Store, or there would be great danger.’
‘I don’t know who he is or how he knew my identity, but his gaze was terrifying. I can’t describe that feeling…’
‘Geon told me that the door to the Silent Store could actually be opened. But not from the inside out, instead it’s from the outside in.’
‘As long as the product is checked out and the switch next to the door is pressed, the glass door will open. At that time, he said, I could see the reason and the truth.’
What truth?
Li Chengyi frowned and turned to the next page, but to his shock, there was nothing more.
It wasn’t that there was nothing more, but that it was all a mess of characters, looking like gibberish.
The twisted black lines and smeared blots made it highly dubious how Zhong Hui managed to write such a script at the time.
Rustle, rustle.
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Li Chengyi rapidly flipped through two pages and only then did he find familiar handwriting on a new page.
A line of Yi Country text was somewhat crookedly written in the notebook.
‘I… changed blood… feeling… a bit… off…’
Li Chengyi’s heart chilled, and he quickly flipped to the next page.
Whoosh!
He abruptly stood, nearly knocking the chair behind him over.
On that notebook, there was a self-portrait of Zhong Hui drawn with black and white lines.
The portrait was lifelike, incredibly realistic, as if a black and white printed photo, with even the wrinkles on the forehead and the texture of the shirt collar depicted clearly.
It was an old man with sparse white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and deep, icy eyes.
He wore a whitened, stiff dress shirt, his neck adorned with a metal pendant bearing a strange symbol.
Right then, on the notebook, he appeared alive, silently gazing at Li Chengyi in front of him.
Those eyes, merely part of a drawing in a notebook, seemed to Li Chengyi as if they were moving.
Below the portrait, there was a line of small text.
‘The method of detachment… is to bring out three different categories… of products in a row…’
