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Fu Qinghai drove the shuttle and slowly stopped on the open and empty flight deck.

The hatch opened and the Space Marine walked out. A familiar red light lit up in his goggles, and Fu Qinghai looked around.

It was not particularly dark, although there was no light inside. One side of the flight deck was located in the direction of the sun, and the sunlight illuminated the spacious and empty deck area in every detail.

Fu Qinghai had fought in many boarding battles and was very familiar with this kind of environment. In the blink of an eye, the active and passive perspectives kept switching. When he closed his eyes, the perception of the Force spread like a tide.

He opened his eyes again and took a step forward.

Fu Qinghai first came to the station hall.

On a ship as large as the Ishimura, which is nearly two kilometers long, it is impossible to efficiently move around the ship by simply walking. To solve this problem, the Ishimura is equipped with a tram that connects the various sections of the ship in a loop.

On the pillar in the middle of the hall, two large electronic screens are playing a video produced by CEC introducing the Ishimura and its work projects in a loop. The video probably has slogans like "Innovating the mining industry, technology creates the future". From the actual shots, one can imagine the busyness of the past, but unfortunately things have changed a lot.

Fu Qinghai stopped here and watched carefully.

He needed to know some information about the ship.

"The Ishimura, a planet-cracking mining ship, is the pride of Harmony Mining Company. The Ishimura has five major areas and multiple decks, namely: the mining deck..."

It can be learned from the introduction that the Ishimura is a large-scale spacecraft with strong self-sustaining and self-defense capabilities. In the 62 years since its construction, it has always been the pride of CEC Mining Company.

Through continuous equipment upgrades, it has not fallen behind the times due to its age. Instead, it has been fighting on the front line of mining operations. As of 2508, it has successfully carried out thirty-four planetary fission operations, and its service history is glorious and long.

Fu Qinghai has already memorized the internal layout and routes of the Ishimura. Now he needs to go to the bridge to find out the full situation of the ship.

…

In the dark corridor, there was a faint scarlet light flashing. The Space Marine slowly scanned the corridor filled with liquid droplets and pieces of meat. The magnetic shoes on his feet emitted an arc of electricity, which firmly attached Fu Qinghai to the ground. He groped cautiously in the dark passage.

The gravity simulator in this area has failed.

The air was filled with the stench of blood and decay. Not far in front of Fu Qinghai, a few sparks popped out from a computer case on the wall, attracting his attention.

Fu Qinghai approached the chassis whose outer shell had been severely deformed, and after forcibly pulling open the lid, the mechanical tentacles of the industrial backpack reached inside and skillfully repaired the circuits and parts in the chassis. Electric light and sparks burst out from time to time.

In less than two minutes, when Fu Qinghai pulled down the gate again, the lights on the ceiling of the corridor lit up one by one from the end of the corridor, illuminating the hatch about fifty meters away from the chassis.

Seeing the brightly lit corridor, Fu Qinghai nodded with satisfaction. He had already regarded this planet-breaking mining ship as his own. Not only did he have to eliminate the possible zombies inside, but he also had to repair the damaged parts of the Ishimura as much as possible within the scope allowed by his engineering backpack.

At this moment, he felt a commotion above his head. The ventilation duct on the ceiling exploded, and a twisted monster with an indistinguishable shape floated out from it.

On the upper and lower jaws of the deformed face, finger-like tentacles were spread out and waving flexibly. Many features of the monster reminded Fu Qinghai that it was once a human being. There were two shriveled claws on its rotten abdomen, and the iconic sickle forearms, with blood dripping from the tip of the bone blade.

Slicer, a basic monster in Dead Space.

"There really are zombies."

Fu Qinghai talked to himself.

Speak of the devil; he will appear.

Just when I was thinking about it, the zombie came.

The monster stretched out its ugly body the size of an adult in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, the monster kicked the wall with both feet and suddenly extended two slender sickle-like claws from its back and flew towards Fu Qinghai.

"Hiss…buzz!"

Broken bones and blood splattered like fruit scraps in a juicer.

The chainsword cut it in half.

Fu Qinghai looked down at the body parts on the ground.

The creatures that are chopped up by the Blue Fang all have this appearance.

Corpse mutants are different from various zombies. They are organisms that are influenced by the power of the Divine Seal and kill each other. After death, they combine with the electromagnetic signals of the Divine Seal to cause genetic mutations.

Some zombies can be considered new species, while others are half-dead living people. Even the G virus and C virus, which are capable of reviving old corpses, have certain requirements for the integrity of the corpses.

The divine seal does not have high requirements for the integrity of the corpse. As long as the corpse has been affected by the divine seal during life and has not been broken into pulp, it is possible to aggregate into a combined corpse variant.

Players who love zombie games such as Resident Evil and Dead Space have a nickname in the ACG circle - slime fans. Once they enter the Warhammer 40K universe, they are all undisputed believers of Nurgle.

Fu Qinghai is naturally not a fan of slime. Among the four evil gods, he hates Nurgle the most. Due to his slight obsession with cleanliness of his own ship, he decides to thoroughly clean the Ishimura and not let any zombies go - starting from the maintenance deck.

Perhaps the noise from dealing with the monster just now was too loud, waking up the various zombies lurking in the pipes around the corridor. The noisy sounds of their crawling and rustling made the originally quiet corridor lively.

The six mechanical arms behind Fu Qinghai unfolded one after another, looking like a ferocious six-armed Shura, or a deadly mechanical spider, a Space Marine version of Doctor Octopus, strolling along the ship's corridor, muttering to himself:

"It's better to catch them all at once, so I don't have to look for them everywhere."

As the sound of the first ventilation pipe cover cracking was heard, the sound of the pipe covers exploding continued one after another, like the prelude to heavy metal music, and zombies of various sizes and shapes jumped out one after another.

Fu Qinghai held his gun and sword and walked forward.

For a moment.

The reapers wielding sickle limbs, the frog-like lurkers that were mutated babies, the gaspers that sprayed green poison gas from fixed positions, the blasters with glowing tumors on their arms, the vomiters that sprayed corrosive acid from their stomachs, the giant corpses that were spliced ​​together from multiple corpses: the three-legged beast, the torturer...

The entire corridor was crammed with an army of hungry and thirsty zombies.

Fu Qinghai had long been dissatisfied with the killing tools on his body.

Two thick servo mechanical arms, the steel clamps at the ends were clacking, the phlogiston welding torch was emitting high-temperature flames, the plasma cutter was shooting out shining blue lines, and even the multi-faceted pyramid-shaped sharp drills at the ends of the two mechanical tentacles were spinning rapidly...

A fierce battle is about to break out.

"roar!"

"Bang!"

Flesh and steel collided violently.

Although Fu Qinghai seemed to be strolling leisurely, he did not lose his vigilance. He would decisively shoot and kill when it was time to use long-range weapons. He would not allow these special corpses containing corrosive liquids and explosive tumors to get within three meters of him.

The roar of bombs and the scream of plasma, the exploding sound of oil drums, the screaming of throats, the splashing of blood plasma, and the collision of metals all mixed together and echoed each other, just like being at an industrial metal rock scene...until the last roar stopped, and this killing concert officially came to an end.

…

Bridge.

"Identity confirmed successfully, welcome, CEC senior technical engineer Qingshan Khan."

A pleasant electronic female voice sounded from the main console.

Fu Qinghai pulled the mechanical tentacles off the main console.

Whether it is breaking through the control system of the shuttle or the control system of the Ishimura, the artificial intelligence Qingming is as steady as ever.

Fu Qinghai reached out for the Crystal of Truth.

There was no reaction, Chen Xinlu did not touch at the same time.

Taking advantage of this waiting moment.

Fu Qinghai said casually:

"Qingming, sing a song for me."

"Master, you didn't load the music module for me."

"You are an artificial intelligence, can't you just learn two songs on your own?"

"But there's no Internet here."

"...All right."

Fu Qinghai leaned down and began to operate on the main control console of the Ishimura, starting the engine and opening the circulation system, quarantine system, gravity system one by one... and checking which areas were damaged and which areas contained zombies.

The largest area of ​​the Ishimura is the mining deck, which has four floors with different functional areas, followed by the cargo hold. The living area is actually very small. After all, it only takes more than a thousand people to drive and operate this spacecraft, unlike the naval warships of the Human Empire that often require tens of thousands of people.

Although he was boarding the ship, Fu Qinghai's mind was still working. He had some doubts about this famous spaceship in the game and wanted to find the answer in the control system.

The Ishimura was assimilated by the reincarnations, so why haven't the zombies on it been cleaned up yet?

What's the point of the reincarnations spending huge amounts of assimilation points to assimilate a boatload of zombies?

The reincarnations have no way to control the zombies. The divine seals are used to create and control the zombies.

Fu Qinghai couldn't figure it out.

He originally thought that the Ishimura belonged to the perfect humans, but now it seems that this is not the case. Thinking further, the perfect humans have no motive to do this - what are they trying to do by assimilating a planet-breaking mining ship and a replica divine seal into the apocalyptic wasteland reincarnation world of the Resident Evil movie universe?

Are these corpses on the Ishimura reincarnated from reincarnations or local natives?

Fu Qinghai couldn't tell for the time being, because the corpses' shapes were too varied, and their physical features before death were no longer obvious. Fu Qinghai couldn't tell whether they were reincarnations or local natives before they turned into monsters.

However, the divine seal is of no help at all for the perfect human's "ultimate virus" plan.

Fu Qinghai was very sure of this, because the divine seal could not be controlled by humans. If perfect humans could control a high-dimensional weapon like the divine seal, they would have long been the kings of the reincarnation world. Why would they need to come up with the "ultimate virus" plan?

The Ishimura and the red divine seal both came from the dead space universe. There was a high probability that the people who assimilated the two were the same group of reincarnationists. If these reincarnationists were not perfect humans, who were they? What was their purpose in doing this?

Fu Qinghai's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

For a moment, the only sounds in the entire empty bridge area were the sounds of Fu Qinghai tapping buttons and swiping the screen.

"Master...I'm sorry."

Qing Ming's timid voice suddenly sounded.

Fu Qinghai raised his head and said curiously:

"What's wrong? If you can't sing, just learn it later. Why do you have to apologize?"

"I'm not talking about this, Master. I'm talking about what happened that night. I saw you talking to yourself and hurting yourself. Your mental state was not right. So when you asked me to merge, I... I'm sorry, Master!"

Qingming's crying voice was simulated very realistically.

Fu Qinghai smiled, he straightened up and said,

"I don't blame you. I was indeed controlled by some high-dimensional force at the time. There is nothing wrong with your judgment."

"But..."

Fu Qinghai interrupted directly:

"Listen, Qingming, you are my personal creation. My expectation for you is artificial intelligence, not artificial idiocy. If you didn't have your own judgment and thinking at the time, and you obeyed my call to merge, it would mean that my technology is not good enough and I haven't written a true artificial intelligence. Your performance just shows that you are already a real AI, an extraordinary existence."

Qing Ming's voice was filled with emotion:

"Master, when I return to the normal world, I will definitely learn to sing well."

Fu Qinghai: "…"

Is that what I mean?

Isn't it too early to praise you?

Shaking his head helplessly, Fu Qinghai held the crystal of truth again.

This time, he connected with Chen Xinlu.

"Open the door and come over."

Fu Qinghai said to her.

"Hiss…"

The dimensional gate lights up on the bridge.

Chen Xinlu and three others stepped out.

Fu Qinghai pointed to several sets of protective suits placed next to the bridge and said casually,

"RIG protective suits are much better than the AIM protective suits you are wearing. You can change into them yourself if you want, but they will insert several probes into your spine. If you are afraid of the pain, forget it."

RIG, short for Resource Integration Equipment, has a distinctive back-lit luminous strip that can intuitively display the wearer's health status (blood volume) and provide the wearer with many convenient functions: basic defense, monitoring of vital signs, navigation, holographic projection, vacuum environment operation, and zero-gravity environment operation.

This is the classic protective clothing in the Dead Space universe. From miners to engineers to soldiers, they all wear different models of RIG.

In general, the RIG protective suit is similar to the HEV protective suit in the Half-Life universe, and they are both equipment of the same positioning.

Several people went to study and select RIG, and Fu Qinghai turned back to look at the screen again.

He has activated most of the functions of the Ishimura, but there are still several areas that are dark in the control system, with no surveillance images and no control from the bridge. Fu Qinghai plans to explore these "unknown places" himself to see if he can find answers to this series of questions.

......

　Thanks to Professor Guderian, Intermittent Scholar, and Wang Aiki, three book friends, for their rewards.

　　The Resident Evil series, referring only to the games, was so popular in the first few installments that Capcom could make money no matter what they did later on, so it became increasingly rotten. The modeling of the zombies was a mess, with just tentacles, spurs, and flesh piled up without any change in color. There was no creativity or novelty.

　　Why is Dead Space considered to surpass Resident Evil? In the first and second generations, the art style of the Necromorphs was carefully designed. On the basis of the "Thing", many very recognizable designs were added (the Thing was copied from the Alien), such as fingers growing on the mouth. Don't underestimate this "aesthetic style", which is commonly known as "painting style". It is very important. Why is the status of the Alien so high? Because it has influenced generations of horror and science fiction films, screenwriters, directors, and artists...

　　Warhammer 40K's unique Gothic punk aesthetic style is of course very visually impactful and recognizable, which is why I got into it in the first place. I believe that if Warhammer becomes popular one day, there will definitely be many people who will copy this aesthetic style.

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