Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

"You're awake." A voice broke into his ears.

Zhu Liankui was stunned for two seconds before he figured out that this was not a voice in his head, but coming from something nearby.

He turned his head and immediately saw a golden human-shaped light with no facial features or even any details walking towards him.

Subconsciously, Zhu Liankui thought he was still trapped in an endless nightmare.

But after being at a loss for a while, the expected feeling of dissociation of personality did not come into my mind.

He remained awake.

"Be patient." The golden figure came to him on his own,
"Don't move."

Not to mention moving around, the sudden approaching bright light already made Zhu Liankui dizzy and almost fell down on his head.

Bang bang bang.
The bright light quickly faded, and the minion who unplugged the cable from Zhu Liankui's head turned and left, leaving only a simple set of clothes next to the bed cabin.

"Leave it for you." The minion cherished the words like gold, and then rushed between the bed cabins.

Only then did Zhu Liankui notice the high-tech laboratory he was in, as well as the hundreds of bed pods around him, both far and near.

Most of the people were lying in the bed cabin, and they were soaked in orange-yellow liquid that covered their mouths and noses.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Liankui suddenly lowered his head.

Oh, me too
At this moment, memories that had not been read for a long time suddenly emerged in the mind. Massive scene clips were quickly shown like a movie with a strong sense of substitution, and self-awareness was gradually integrated with the protagonist in the film.

It took Zhu Liankui more than 5,000 heartbeats to allow himself to accept the reality.

Buddha is not powerful enough to distort the law of time, so the flow rate of time in hell is consistent with the outside world, the heaven outside, and the present world.

However, due to efficiency considerations, under the macro-control of Bi'an (for example, each robot can only maintain a memory capacity of three days), not only the environment in hell is extreme, but the survival pressure is heavy, coupled with the behavioral instincts of the soul body, making them The evolutionary process has been shortened countless times.

Therefore, in each cycle, although the generational change of massive soul bodies feels like a vast ocean, it only lasts from beginning to end, ranging from a few months to half a year.

Just like the life and death of a mayfly, it is difficult for humans to understand.

Even when Chen Ze broke into this place, led all the robots to overturn the cage, fulfilled the long-cherished wish of generations, and finally killed Bi An, it only took him a few days and nights.

Therefore, Zhu Liankui was equivalent to being imprisoned in this black coal kiln for more than ten years and enduring dozens of reincarnations without sleep.

Other unlucky people who have been around for a long time are not so lucky. Many people are still immersed in the world of consciousness and find it difficult to find themselves.

Even if we are strangers to each other, we will inevitably sigh when we see this situation.

"Alas" Zhu Liankui sighed and was about to ask what he could do to help, when his eyes went dark.

"The true king is looking for you." In front of him is a dark and dim human form. The shape is similar to the minion that woke him up before, only the color is different.

"The real king is looking for you." The other party repeated it again.

"Who are you?" Zhu Liankui asked subconsciously, and at the same time he also noticed the soft and unconventional voice of the other party.

"The real king is looking for you." This is what the dark figure said back and forth.

"Who is the true king?" Zhu Liankui had to change his mind and asked.

"The real king is looking for you."

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Zhu Liankui wisely chose to keep up with the opponent.

This journey surprised him again and again, because he finally discovered that this laboratory was actually suspended in the bottomless abyss out of thin air.

There was no light up, down, left, or right. Although he was always down to earth, he still felt frightened every time he looked around.

"Excuse me." Zhu Liankui hesitated for a while and then asked directly,
"Where are we going?"

"The real king is looking for you." The other party is simply a humanoid repeater.

Zhu Liankui had no choice but to swallow his anxious heart back into his stomach and convince himself that he would be content with what he had come to.

Then a figure fell from the sky.

"Thank you for your hard work." Chen Ze nodded towards the dim human form and said,
"4396."

The dark figure or 4396 stood frozen on the spot. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer. He hurriedly thanked him and turned back to look for 9527.

Considering that only 9527 and 4396 could establish contact with the newly born soul body and exert their effectiveness, Chen Ze collaborated with Bi An to liberate the two and personally created two bodies for them to use.

It just so happens that I can help wake up these unlucky guys one by one.

"Do you still recognize me?" Chen Ze looked at Zhu Liankui with a smile.

"You, you, you." Zhu Liankui and Chen Ze looked at each other for a long time, gradually overlapping each other with a figure in the nightmare.

But I just can't name it.

"You, you, you" Old Man Zhu was so anxious that he broke into sweat.

Seeing this, Chen Ze shook his head and simply repeated the secret code Zhu Liankui had used.
"Palace Yuye Liquor?"

"It's you!" Zhu Liankui immediately thought of the cause and effect,

"I remembered! You finally escaped from the prison. No, no, no, that was my brain. You finally escaped from my brain?"

Zhu Liankui subconsciously reached out his hand to the back of his head, but froze in place because of the too smooth touch.

Fortunately there was no mirror here, otherwise he would have been unable to stand firmly if he had suddenly seen the clearly visible cerebral cortex on his head.

"Don't move." Chen Ze held down Zhu Liankui's restless hands.
"I'll help you change it back."

Then there was a flash of bright light, and Zhu Liankui felt a sharp pain, but it went away as quickly as it came. When he regained his vision, there was a mirror in front of him.

"This is..." He looked at the greasy skull above the eyebrows of the person in the mirror in surprise, as if a newly unearthed cultural relic had been placed on his head.

"Let's make do with it first." Chen Ze kindly comforted the old man.
"It's almost like wearing a wig later."

Zhu Liankui was speechless and could only stare dryly at the full-length mirror, trying to find some rationality in it to convince himself to accept this appearance.

But before that, Chen Ze had more important matters that required Zhu Liankui's cooperation.

After all, he will have plenty of time to adapt to his new life.

"Do you still remember how you came in?" Chen Ze said straight to the point.

"Come in." Zhu Liankui crossed his skull and thought,
"At that time, it seemed like it was in the Qinling Mountains. Yes, the Qinling Mountains."

"Me and that foreigner, what's his name? Nolan?"

"Correct!"

Zhu Liankui slapped his bald gourd fiercely,
"Where is the other person? He's not here?"

Looking at Chen Ze's meaningful expression, Zhu Liankui was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized,

"The problem is with him?!"

"Who can say for sure?" Chen Ze put one hand on Zhu Liankui's shoulder and waved towards his head with the other hand.

"Is that so?"

The torrent of numbers born in the illusion poured down from the surroundings, and all poured into the sleepy Zhu Liankui's mind.

"...I need to trouble you to think about it carefully."

In an instant, the Gabala bowl that was placed back on Zhu Liankui's head shone brightly, causing him to fall into a deep sleep again.

This world.

The central Pacific region, deep in the hinterland.

In the sea and sky, a huge squid fishing boat painted in red and white is slowly turning around in the vast blue.

The white waves were rolling and holding the huge ship on the sea. From time to time, gray-white seagulls flew in groups from the sky, dotted in the blue sky, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon. Although the scenery is beautiful, it is monotonous and not very unique. It is easy to feel bored after watching it for a long time.

How could it be more eye-catching than the conflict taking place in the squid fishing boat at this time?

On the squid fishing boat, at the door of the cab.

Boom!
With a muffled sound, Paul, who was pushed away hard, fell heavily to the ground. He grinned in pain and couldn't get up for a long time.

But the colleagues around him were frightened, and no one dared to help him.

Except for him, Chief Ishiguro, who is nearly two meters tall and weighs nearly three hundred pounds, is staring at these Filipino workers with his green pea eyes sunk in fat.

"Bagaya road!"

Seeing that these dark and skinny workers did not dare to say anything, the already arrogant Chief Officer Ishiguro became even more arrogant. He rushed forward with two steps and grabbed a boy who was looking evasive and carried him to him.

"Stinky boy!"

"Who taught you to do this?"

"Do you know how much the lost time is worth? With your pig head, I can't even afford to pay you if I sell you!"

The smelly spit and ideas were like a torrential rain poured on the face of the unlucky man, and it also dampened the resistance of the group of workers behind him.

First Officer Ishiguro glanced at everyone coldly, turned around and picked up the thick fishing rope on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the workers couldn't help but shudder.

Each of them has experienced firsthand how painful it is to hit someone with a knotted head that has been filled with seawater.

Fortunately, First Officer Ishiguro turned around and was stopped by the Japanese technician who hurriedly came from the cab behind him.

"Mr. Ishiguro."

"The direction has been adjusted back and the course has been corrected."

First Officer Ishiguro nodded to him, then rolled up his sleeves and planned to give these poor foreign boys a lesson.

How dare you break into the cab without permission and cause mischief?
Do you still dare to protest and go home on strike?
Do you really think you are the bosses here for vacation?
Damn!

"That Mr. Ishiguro." The technician interrupted at this moment.

"Say it quickly!" Chief Ishiguro shouted impatiently, making the technician tremble.

"Red bean puree, Smi Marseille!" The technician subconsciously apologized in a spirit of craftsmanship, and then continued,

"The captain is looking for you!"

"Hmph, hum." First Officer Ishiguro narrowed his eyes helplessly, and his upturned nose deflated like a fat pig.

"You're lucky."

First Mate Ishiguro threw the fishing rope to the ground.
"Pack it up before I come back, too!"

"Go to work! Work! Do you hear me?"

"Yes!" the workers responded in unison in the only Japanese they knew.

But First Officer Ishiguro was still paralyzed in place with a bruised face until the technician whispered,
"That, Ishiguro"

"Got it!" Chief Ishiguro roared, stepping forward and kicking Paul, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, back into the crowd.

"What an idiot for blabbering."

He quickly walked into the cab with a gloomy face. Only when he was out of sight did the workers behind him dare to take a deep breath.

The technician who stayed where he was was a little confused when he saw this scene. He was about to leave but was stopped by Paul who was struggling to stand up.

"Why didn't you keep your promise to help us!" Paul asked in thickly accented English.

The technician blushed and finally avoided the workers with evasive eyes.

Behind him, more than a dozen pairs of eyes followed each other closely.

In the captain's private office.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

The captain nodded obsequiously at the phone screen.

"Okay, bye."

It wasn't until the superior leader hung up the phone that the mask-like smile faded from his face.

"Mr. Nojima?" First Officer Ishiguro spoke cautiously.

The captain looked at him expressionlessly.

Nojima Jiichiro, who is over sixty years old, is less than 1.6 meters tall. He looks like a little chicken in front of the stout first mate, but it makes the latter's forehead unconsciously break out into thin sweat.

"Ishiguro-kun." The captain spoke slowly.

"How do you discipline your men? Just let these monkeys climb onto the bridge and touch the control stick with their dirty hands?"

"Red bean puree Smi Marseille!" The first mate bowed quickly, his body trembling with fat, like a sideshow bear in the circus,
"It was my negligence, Mr. Nojima. I will definitely discipline these monkeys in the future!"

The ship did not speak for a long time.

It wasn't until the first mate couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground that the old man said calmly,

"do not talk like that."

He waved his hand to the sweating first mate to stand upright.
"Ishiguro-kun, you are someone I trust."

"How can I bear to blame you?"

The captain's hypocritical smile made the first mate's heart beat fast, and he only dared to respond repeatedly.

After a few more nonsense words, the captain finally got down to business.

"Is there any progress in the recent fishing operations? Ishiguro-kun."

"Progress." The first mate confirmed it carefully in his mind before bowing again.
“Red Bean Smi Masai!”

"Mr. Nojima, those lazy monkeys are really useless, all they caught were squids!"

As soon as these words came out, even Ishiguro himself felt ridiculous.

Theirs is a squid fishing boat, isn’t it just for squid fishing?

Why am I still not happy even though I have gained a lot?

There is no way, just because this trip is different from the past, the task set by the company's superiors is to capture a special kind of marine life.

As for what sea creatures? Did not say.

What are the characteristics? Don't even say it.

Why are you looking for it? What to do with it after you find it? Want to live and die? Don't say anything.

The only clue is to let the squid fishing boats go deep into the hinterland of the Pacific Ocean and release light-inducing lights into the deep sea along the established route, but all they catch are stupid squids.

At least based on the experience accumulated by Chief Ishiguro during his nearly twenty years of squid fishing, there is almost nothing special about these squids.

That is to say, there are more deformed individuals with missing arms and legs or multiple eyes than before.

This made him vaguely worried.

Although such individuals have appeared in every catch since the motherland discharged nuclear sewage, there seemed to be particularly many of them this time.

Moreover, even if Ishiguro doesn't know a few characters, he has heard that the nearby sea area is a place where pollution is concentrated due to the influence of ocean currents.

In other words, other ships were avoiding nuclear sewage, but this squid fishing boat was chasing nuclear sewage. (End of chapter)