Chapter 6 The wonderful use of Safe-level projects
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The scalpel cut open the rhizome of the blue Hibiscus flower.
No plant juices flowed out.
What seeped out from the fracture was a sticky blue light paste that was like mercury. When the light paste comes into contact with the air, it makes a soft "squeaking" sound, like cold water dripping into boiling oil.
In the laboratory of Site-CN-01, there was only the low hum of the centrifuge.
Gongsun Qizhe has a very steady hand. He used a pipette to carefully draw out the glowing liquid and poured it into the petri dish he had prepared.
"Supervisor, is this all right?"
Li Biao was lying outside the isolation window, his face pressed against the glass, and his facial features were squashed. He watched the priceless "fairy flower" being stabbed, and felt so distressed that he gasped.
"I'm afraid half of the house will be cut off with this knife. If it is really sold, can I use a toilet in Haidu?"
"It's priceless."
Gongsun Qizhe didn't even raise his head. He pushed the petri dish into the analyzer next to it.
The data on the screen started to refresh like crazy.
【High concentration of vital active substances detected】
[The molecular structure is being analyzed. . . 】
[Extraction purity: 98.4%]
"In this world, the only thing that can fight against death is life. The only thing that can fight against dark emotions is this overbearing survival instinct."
Gongsun Qizhe took off his gloves and looked at the tube of blue liquid.
That's what Oniitsuji Muzan has been looking for for a thousand years.
For the "curse spirit" formed by the accumulated negative emotions of human beings, this thing is no less than hot molten iron poured on the snow.
The system mall interface flickered at the edge of his field of vision. The [Anti-Memetic Combat Suit] priced at 500 containment points is still hanging on the homepage of the recommendation column, and the red price tag is very eye-catching.
Want to earn his points?
dream.
Since you don’t have protective clothing, make your own. Since there is no force field generator, use this abnormal substance that can radiate life energy instead.
This is the confidence of being a member of the O5 Council.
Even in a desperate situation where containment fails and resources are cut off, as long as he is given a Safe-level item and a pile of junk, he can still make a usable weapon.
"Bring those two riot helmets." Gongsun Qizhe shouted outside.
Li Biao ran in holding two black helmets. This is the basic security equipment given by the system during the previous site construction, which is capable of blocking baffle bricks.
"Supervisor, do you want to consecrate this too?"
Li Biao watched Gongsun Qizhe pour the blue liquid into the spray gun, and couldn't help but ask, "If I spray it, will it make me invulnerable? That female ghost will call me brother when she sees it?"
"It's impossible to call you brother. But at least it can ensure that your brain won't explode like a rotten watermelon the moment you see it."
The spray gun starts.
Fine blue mist is evenly sprayed on the inside of the helmet's visor.
The liquid adheres to the polycarbonate lens and quickly solidifies into a thin, almost transparent crystal film.
Miraculously, this film does not reflect light under the light, but has a soft and moist texture. As long as you get a little closer, you can smell the unique cold fragrance.
It's like standing under a plum tree in winter.
Feel refreshed.
Gongsun Qizhe took a few discarded bright flashlights, removed the lamp beads inside, and replaced them with a special glass tube. The glass tube contains a more concentrated blue extract.
Simple modification.
The original lighting tools turned into several "glow beacons".
Half an hour later.
"Put it on."
Gongsun Qi threw the modified helmet to Li Biao.
Li Biao hugged his helmet more carefully than he did holding his own son. He took a deep breath and put the helmet on his head.
Click.
The buckle is locked.
Li Biao's body stiffened suddenly.
Gongsun Qizhe held a stopwatch in his hand and observed his reaction.
One second, two seconds.
Li Biao's hands began to scratch in the air, as if trying to catch something invisible. An inarticulate grunt came from his mouth.
"D-114514, report your feelings." Gongsun Qizhe ordered coldly, "Do you feel dizzy? Do you feel nauseous? Did you hear whispers?"
If it fails, this high-concentration life energy impact will directly burn out Li Biao's prefrontal lobe, turning him into a giggly i***t.
Li Biao fiercely opened his mask.
His face turned red and his eyes were frighteningly bright, which was a sign of extreme excitement.
"director!!!"
The roar echoed throughout the laboratory.
"This is not a helmet! This is simply a big health care! I think you don't want to shelter any monsters. Let's open a massage parlor. This helmet charges 880 a time, and the queue will reach the Huangpu River!"
Li Biao was dancing and speaking in dialect.
"I just feel that the energy in my head is not going away. Even when I was sitting here just now, I was still panicking, afraid that the female spy would come to my door and that ghost in the school. But as soon as I put on this helmet~~~"
He patted his chest and made a crisp sound.
"I feel like I can kill two cows with one punch! Confidence really belongs to thick-skinned people. As long as I'm not afraid, it will be afraid of me!"
Gongsun Qizhe took a look at his pupils' reaction.
Contractions are normal.
Adrenaline levels are slightly higher, but manageable.
The most important thing is that the faint shadow left by the previous investigation on Li Biao's mental level - those slight PTSD reactions caused by fear, were completely washed away.
"Life Glow Coating, Test Passed."
Gongsun Qizhe put a tick on the record board.
"That's because the energy field of Bana Flower resonates with your biomagnetic field. It can forcefully raise your mental threshold and make you insensitive to the emotion of 'fear'."
To put it bluntly, it just gives people a layer of "fearless" buff.
For the "whispering spirit" that preys by spreading anxiety and fear, this is equivalent to putting a layer of hedgehog armor on its prey, making it impossible to bite.
"Take it off. This thing has energy validity, don't waste it."
Gongsun Qizhe picked up the last thing from the workbench.
It was a heavy P-type pistol.
The frame is matte black with only a minimal Foundation logo on the slide. Next to it lay two loaded magazines.
He pushed the gun in front of Li Biao together with the several "glow beacons" he had just made.
The air suddenly froze.
Li Biao stared at the gun, and the excitement he had just felt completely subsided in an instant.
He is a prisoner.
Death row inmate.
In the original world, he would never be able to touch such a thing again in his life.
But now, this young man called the supervisor just casually pushed this big murder weapon that symbolized violence and power in front of him.
"Supervisor...this..." Li Biao's hand was trembling a little. He wanted to stretch it but didn't dare. "Is this a real thing? The one that makes a sound?"
"A 9mm Parabellum bullet can blow your skull open with one shot."
Gongsun Qizhe looked at him without hiding his eyes at all, "Take it."
"You... aren't you afraid that I'll run away with this? Or..." Li Biao swallowed, glanced at Gongsun Qizhe's neck, and then shrank back as if he was electrocuted, "Or maybe I'll give you a shot?"
This is the most basic logic.
Giving a gun to a death row inmate who may rebel at any time is a first-level violation under any regulations.
"You can try."
Gongsun Qizhe's voice was still calm, so calm that it made people's hearts tremble, "But before you pull the trigger, you will find that the person whose brain blossoms must be you."
He didn't lie.
The system's [D-class personnel control protocol] has long been embedded deep in Li Biao's cerebral cortex. As long as Gongsun Qizhe has a thought or detects Li Biao's obvious intention to attack, the miniature neural bomb will detonate immediately.
But that's not important.
What matters is attitude.
For a low-level man like Li Biao, a simple threat can only scare him, but it cannot make him sacrifice his life.
Only by making him feel that he is "regarded as an individual" and giving him a guy and confidence will he fight tooth and nail to keep this hard-won "dignity."
"Take it." Gongsun Qizhe turned around and stopped looking at him, as if exposing his back to a criminal with a gun was a common thing. "If you are still running like a monkey during tomorrow night's operation, then this gun is for you."
Li Biao stood there, stretched out his trembling hand, and grabbed the cold handle of the gun.
Shen.
So heavy.
But the weight on his hand made the feeling of weakness in his heart suddenly fall to the ground.
"Mom sells batches..."
Li Biao cursed in a low voice, his eyes a little red. He stuffed the gun into his lower back, straightened his back, and roared hard at Gongsun Qizhe's back.
"Yes!!! Supervisor!!! As long as I don't die, if that ghost dares to show its head tomorrow, I will have to beat its brains out!!!"
Gongsun Qizhe looked at the experimental data in front of him and raised the corner of his mouth almost imperceptibly.
The human heart is sometimes easier to contain than abnormalities.
"Go and rest. Refresh yourself."
"Tomorrow night, we will teach that thing in the school a lesson. Tell it what 'knowledge is power' means."
The lights in the laboratory dimmed, leaving only the faint blue light in the petri dish, which was still beating tirelessly.
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