Right on Target Chapter 5

As soon as the inspector finished speaking, Su Heting slammed the door.

It's too scary, the detection system is saying welcome to him.

The door was blocked by the inspector, and the hand with a beautiful wrist was stuck out, like a spirit summoner from the underworld.

"Excuse me." Su Heting stepped back at the same time, kicking the doorknob, trying to shut the inspector back, "I went to the wrong door."

However, the door seemed to be welded together and remained motionless.

The stalemate lasted only a second, and the door was hit by the inspector's fist and broke open on the spot. Debris flew around in an instant, almost hitting Su Heting's face.

I rely on!

Su Heting didn't wait for the inspector's next move, turned around and kicked, took the broken door panel and rushed straight to the inspector's neck without mercy.

The inspector blocked the neck with one arm, took the blow steadily, and then clamped Su Heting's kicked foot with his backhand, trying to turn his whole body over.

Su Heting couldn't turn around at this moment, so he swung a fake move with his left fist, which is a camouflage technique in black panther fighting, followed by a strong right fist, which can usually deceive the opponent.

The inspector seemed to have expected it a long time ago, so he just turned his head sideways, counting it as an evasion. His cross star earrings were hit by the splashing raindrops and kept shaking.

Su Heting took the opportunity to draw his legs back, grabbed the remaining frame of the door, threw it towards the inspector again, and then ran away.

The air in the penalty area was humid and hot, and the sound of the rushing rain was like the beat of drums.

Su Heting jumped into the garden in the blink of an eye, and heard a sound behind him, the door was completely scrapped, and the inspector caught up! Su Heting was one step away from the iron fence gate, when a gust of wind suddenly came from behind, pouring it on his neck.

Su Heting reacted quickly and bent his arms to block, but the inspector's strength was too great, and this kick directly kicked Su Heting out of the iron gate!

To die—!

Why is it not time to go offline!

Su Heting's back brushed against the ground, before he had time to catch his breath, his body bounced up. The inspector was catching up to him, and the two of them met again, and the other's eyes were piercingly cold.

At this very moment, the notification sound screamed "ding ding ding", the sound seemed like a small piece of torn paper, and it filled Su Heting's ears in an instant.

"The first experience of the punishment area is over."

A strange electronic female voice suddenly sounded, reading in Su Heting's mind.

"Please keep breathing and prepare to come back to reality."

But the inspector has already touched the lower back, which is a movement of drawing a gun.

"three two…"

—Why is there a countdown!

Su Heting touched his lower back abruptly, his expression was calm, without the slightest fear of being at a disadvantage, and his posture of drawing his gun was quite standard, as if he was as sure of victory as the inspector.

The inspector froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected that he could also carry a gun.

Just this one!

"Crack." Su Heting drew a finger gun and added a voice. His cat ears turned back from the plane ears: "Just a little joke."

"…one!"

The countdown stopped, and the picture in front of me became blurred in an instant, as if everything was a movie poster soaked in rain.

Su Heting disappeared on time, as if he had never appeared.

The iron gate squeaked during the rainstorm, and the light at the gate flickered, leaving only the inspector standing alone in the rain.

After a long while, he withdrew his hand to draw the gun and knelt down at the door. Because of the rain, this posture made his shoulder and arm muscles faintly show through his shirt. Those were muscles specially trained for fighting, neither exaggerated nor ostentatious, but full of explosive power.

He stared at the place where Su Heting disappeared.

A few drops of blood were left there, which were soon washed away by the rain.

Su Heting suddenly opened his eyes and returned to reality.

A strong sense of dizziness hit him, and his consciousness seemed to spin away from his body. It felt like after drinking. Seconds later, his empty stomach began to twitch.

"Dizziness is a normal reaction, just wait for a while." The eldest sister's voice flickered from far to near, "Monk, give him a cup of hot water."

In less than a moment, the monk put the hot water cup on the table. His bald head was very bright under the lamp, flashing into Su Heting's eyes.

Su Heting narrowed his modified eyes alone, his eyes were not used to the light. He looked ahead, the rainstorm and the inspector were gone, the room was lit with some kind of incense, and it smelled stuffy.

The punishment area is so realistic, it seems to be another real world. Su Heting must adapt to this exchange of real and fake worlds as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause great trauma to the spirit.

He looked down at his hands.

The palm is clean, without any wounds.

The injuries he received on the bus are also gone.

"Injuries received in the punishment area will not bring back reality," said the elder sister, who was standing by the window watching Su Heting, holding her water glass on her head, "but if you are killed in the punishment area, you will really die. Oh, son of a dog, no Are there less arms and legs in it?"

"The weasel pays a New Year greeting to the chicken," Su Heting clasped his palms, looking unfriendly, "You wish to kill me."

"There is a lot of resentment." The elder sister forced her head to comfort him, "It's so exciting inside, it's like playing a game, and it can also broaden your horizons."

Playing games is not really dead.

Su Heting ignored her answer, and asked after getting used to the trance: "What's the matter with the investigation system?"

"Oh, he..." The elder sister touched her chin with her head, "Should it be called the penalty area firewall? Anyway, he is open all year round, and killed all the undercover agents we sent."

Su Heting frowned: "Kill them all?"

"Yes, kill them all." The eldest sister took a sip of hot water, "This guy is very tricky."

Of course it is tricky, Su Heting thought of the scene just now: "He can be resurrected."

"Not only that, but he also has the ability to predict." The eldest sister paused for a moment, her brows slightly frowned, as if she was considering her next words, "The location of the undercover online is always random, but he can always know in advance."

The monk stood aside, put up a paper timetable, and showed Su Heting the time: "You entered the penalty area at 20:58, and he got on the bus that will pass you at 20:55."

Su Heting doesn't believe in any predictive ability: "Then he doesn't do anything in the car?"

"Night Traveler interrupted his plan," said the monk. "He had to protect the other people on the bus first."

Su Heting couldn't understand: "Isn't he an investigation system?"

"That can save people." The monk clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha", and then said, "We know that those people are NPCs, but he doesn't necessarily know."

What a strange setting.

If you want to save people, the main **** system can directly use data to act as a policeman in the punishment area, instead of letting an investigation system act as a superhero alone.

Su Heting's eyes moved slightly, and he kept his doubts. Instead of having a deep conversation with the monk, he continued to ask: "How do you distinguish between real people and NPCs inside?"

The monk did not turn his head, and pointed Su Heting to the next door with his thumb: "We have a special real-life test, and we will send you a text message when we meet a real person."

So **** rustic.

Text messages are useless at critical moments, Su Heting will not take out it to recite it before fighting, and the notification sound is like a BB machine that interferes with his hearing.

"Please give me all the information on the penalty area," Su Heting said bluntly, "otherwise you can do this task yourself."

The monk hadn't disarmed yet, only the gas mask. He glanced at the elder sister's head and warned Su Heting: "I advise you to take care of—"

"Don't try to persuade me," Su Heting interrupted the monk coldly, "If you don't want to give me a shot, just shoot me here, and hurry to find the next unlucky ghost."

Immediately there was the smell of needles falling in the room.

"Let's talk," the eldest sister touched her pocket. There was still a pack of cigarettes in it, but she didn't smoke. She pinched it between her **** and chose to compromise. "What else do you want?"

Su Heting ordered a large plate of chicken.

It was already late at night when Su Heting returned to Tongzilou. He spent fifty yuan to take a shower and blow his ears with a hair dryer in front of the sink.

Tai Tan is right, Su Heting's ears and tail are difficult to take care of.

He brushed his damp hair back, blowing them into a mess between his fingers. The ears don't like the hot wind, so they vibrate several times. After he blows his ears and tail, the corners and corners must be fluffy, otherwise it is easy to get infected.

Su Heting pinched the tip of his tail to see if there was any hair loss. He switched the lower connection and checked for water seepage.

Being a stitcher isn't fun.

The brain-computer interface can only be implanted after opening the skull, the brain neurons are easily damaged, and the interface may become obsolete. Most importantly, although the implant can change the physical body, it also increases the risk of brain death②.

Su Heting couldn't remember whether he voluntarily underwent the operation.

The big bang nearly killed him in half, and without these troublesome implants, he would probably be in bed forever, unable to even stand.

The small hair dryer became hot after blowing for half an hour, and began to blow out intermittently.

Su Heting turned it off, just in time to hear his cell phone ring.

This is the most expensive thing he has so far. It is similar to the antique mobile phone he used in the penalty area. It only accepts the most original information ID card, and it can send text messages and answer calls.

All stitchers Su Heting knows use this.

Because this thing is old, it is generally not supervised by Xingtian's information, and it has a wide range of circulation in the hands of stitchers. Besides that, it also holds its value.

The main **** system is too trendy, and anti-system living places advocate retro, high-priced luxury goods will be deliberately old, such real old objects are more expensive, and are very valuable for survivors who miss the old world.

Su Heting clicked on the message, the sender was a hermit.

Hermit: I heard you were arrested and released. Damn it, the **** organization was copied by the monk just now. Are you undercover?

The Lord God system admonishes human beings not to speak swear words. Words such as "your father" and "your mother" are forbidden words, so there have been demonstrations in places where anti-systems exist that specialize in teaching people to swear. There are dialects.

Su Heting quit as soon as he learned "you fucking", because there are too many neuropathy in it.

He replied: You idiot.

hermit:? Confirmation, it's you.

Hermit: I haven't played my head well yet, and I can't play the game recently, so I bribed the referee to hire a substitute.

Su Heting immediately sent the substitute advertisement that he hung in the trading field.

[Find me, a professional replacement. Super cheap, plus points. 】

Hermit: Didn't you say it earlier? ? ?

Hermit: I just paid for the taxi!

Su Heting: Who did you find?

Hermit: One named Xie Zhenshu.

Hermit: Have you heard of it?

The author has something to say:

①, [Night Tour Girl] is two meters long and naked. The arms are like vines, and the face is like a human face. There are usually 4~8 sharp steel blade legs, and the movement speed is extremely fast. Although it has a mouth, it feeds on the thorax. Not afraid of ammunition, afraid of fire, only appear in the penalty area on rainy nights, easily attracted by human cries. It will become manic when attacked, but will never harm any young. ——"Punctual Sniper Strange Records"

①-1. The setting is inspired by "Youyang Zazu". "Miscellaneous Zu of Youyang": The girl who travels at night, one is called the daughter of the emperor of heaven, and the other is called fishing for stars. Flying at night and hiding in daytime, like ghosts and gods. Clothes are for birds, **** is for women. No son, happy to take the son of man. Breasts.

②Related information about brain-computer interface refers to "Jack Life: Has the Brain-Computer Era Come?" ".

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