MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 197

Pheromone taste.

That is, body odor.

In fact, the smell of Hook's body secreted after waking up in the morning is closer to that of bitter coffee mixed with a little perfume, and then he gave himself a needle, and it became this kind of nightclub overnight singer.

Through the book of memory, Qingchuan learned that each of their race secreted different body odors, and sometimes they also distinguished each other in this way.

Zerg, a very interesting creature. The low-level Zerg maintain the appearance of insects, have a huge body, and have low intelligence. They are very loyal warriors and servants. Like Hu Ke, there is only a trace of Zerg, and there are a few insect limbs on his body, and he is a relatively high class. There is a family of three next door, and there are more traces of insects on their bodies, but they are generally human-shaped, and they are considered middle-class.

Inside the Zerg, it is usually only recognized that the same kind with humanoid appearance is the same kind, and the low-level Zerg can only be a cat and a dog.

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He still eats what's in that hose, while Qingchuan eats pickled fish.

Hook saw that he was very particular about dragging a piece of snow-white fish fillet from the large core that could be used as a small blanket for him, then placed it in a mini disc, and cut it into pieces with a metal knife eat in chunks. I don't know where this set of exquisite tableware came from, but it's actually a little bigger than his size.

The minifigures use cutlery much larger than the standard size, like children pretending to be adults playing the house.

Weird.

After becoming poor, Hook has not eaten food other than nutritional supplements for a long time, but even if he used to eat the best delicacies, he did not have the graceful attitude of this miniature.

In fact, the Zerg have very low requirements for food and are not so particular about it. Even if it is a royal family supported by the whole country, it is only that the ingredients are more rare and precious, and the cooking methods are still the same, so the taste is not necessarily better.

In this regard, the Zerg are quite a pragmatic race.

Dining etiquette is of course the same, Zerg has no such thing as dining etiquette. But Hook thinks that the mini-man on the opposite side looks very good-looking and elegant.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Hook felt that the nutrient in his hand exuded the stench of industrial products, which was not charming at all. So he drank the nutritional supplement in a hurry, and was going to go online to see if there was any new information today.

As a result, on his desk, an exquisite wooden bed appeared at some point.

That is obviously the big fruit pit used by the miniature as a rice bowl, two adult fists are big and oval. Maybe it's the one he ate in the morning, anyway, a little confused.

The core below was sanded to a very smooth surface, and it was covered with a soft mattress, a small quilt and a small pillow in the shape of a candy. The top half of the pit was also polished smooth to make a cover. This half of the fruit stone has been thinned and has a beautiful hollow pattern. There are two small doors with handles on the small doors.

Hook even found a mini bedside lamp with batteries.

It's not like a bed, it's like a fine art.

Because of such a strange bed on his desk, Hook's mood on the Internet has become extraordinarily different, and suddenly there is a sense of substance of 'So I'm not alone'. It seemed that the empty room had become a little more crowded.

Hook came from a very high background. His family used to be rich and talented. He never lacked friends since he was a child. However, once he fell into the dust, lost his family and everything, was framed, humiliated, and exiled here, he realized that he had no friends.

Hook, who thought he was going to enjoy a lifetime of loneliness, glanced at the little bed that had the same strong sense of presence as its owner.

It's not a bad thing to have such a strange guest, is it?

The line of sight shrank back.

"Can we chat? About this." Hook pointed to his brain.

"Of course." Qing Chuan sat down cross-legged, "What do you want to know?"

"You say it can be solved, how sure are you?"

Qingchuan remembered the dense blockades that he had seen before, like a chain of passwords, "Can you let me check again? Then I can give you a clear answer. ."

Hook wondered too much if he could escape this vicious curse, so he agreed immediately, even if there was a great danger in being examined by a stranger. No matter how bad it is, it can't be bad. Now, his mental power has been completely blocked and he has become a waste.

Mental power is used in many parts of the world, for work, study, social interaction, entertainment, etc., all of which are needed. People who have no mental power, or whose mental power is weak, will be treated with a strange attitude, just like the disabled people in the past.

"Should I put my head down?"

"Put your hand by your ear, make a fist, or spread it out. Give me a place to stand."

Qing Chuan appeared on the back of Hook's hand, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the temple. Hook's spiritual sea is very powerful compared to normal people, and is wrapped by a layer of other people's spiritual power. If it is just wrapped, that's all. Obviously, the mental power of this layer is harmful, eroding Hook's original mental power a little bit.

But the most interesting thing is that Hook's spiritual sea was so blocked, but he didn't dare to move, and was suppressed honestly. This reminds Qingchuan of a story where a thin rope controls an elephant weighing several tons.

"That's not a very strict blockade." Qingchuan flashed back to the table, he stretched out a hand, and a model with golden light spots gathered in front of Hu Ke, "The outside The layer is the blockade, and inside is your spiritual power. See these little tridents? They are absorbing your energy to strengthen themselves every moment."

"If you are willing to shock from the beginning, maybe the sea of ​​​​psychic power will be damaged, but this layer of shackles will also be broken."

Hearing this, Hu Ke was taken aback for a moment, "Directly hit the blockade? But..." He just wanted to say that the spiritual power of the royal family is inherently restrained against them. But as soon as the idea popped into his head, Hooker suddenly realized something.

He always thought he was a rebel, he always wanted to break the innate class within the Zerg. But when he was really blocked by the royal family, he just gave up after trying a few times, and he didn't make a desperate attempt to collide with the spiritual sea.

Because in his subconscious, he acquiesced to the rules of natural suppression by the royal family. This is a concept that has been instilled in him since he was born, and it has become part of his thinking and is deeply ingrained.

"Then what about now?" Hook did not ignore what Qingchuan said was "if at first".

"It's not anymore, people have grown stronger. From the beginning of the thread so thin, it has become a heavy chain. If you hit it now, it's called a suicide attack."

This is actually the case, Hu Ke was agitated, but his face remained steady, "How sure are you going to solve it now?"

"I can help you isolate the channel through which the blockade ring absorbs your spiritual power, lest it continue to grow. As for the complete solution, it will take about a month, and no more than three months at the latest." In fact, it can be violently removed now. This spiritual chain is too weak compared to Qingchuan's own spiritual power. But Qingchuan is still going to use this in exchange for benefits, and of course he won't solve it for him at once.

Hu Ke was satisfied with the answer. It was only a few months. He had survived for three years. What was the number of months?

Therefore, Qingchuan removed the needles on the blockade ring to absorb energy.

Hook felt his brain loosen, as if a headband that was tightly restraining him had been loosened a little, and there was no tingling like being pricked by needles all the time.

"You really don't have anything you need?" Hooker asked again, he never owed any favors, just staying for a period of time was not enough to repay the kindness of helping him lift the blockade. He had no hope for this before, so he would easily agree to this method of return.

"What I need..." Qingchuan thought for a while, "A brainless brain that can connect to the Internet."

"Yes."

Don't look at Hook's promise to be very easy, in fact, in the environment of personal brain control, it is not easy to get an unowned brain. It's like getting a working ID card on Earth.

Perhaps it was easy for the former Hooker, when he was rich and powerful and had a good future. But at the moment, he has nothing, and he is still on such a remote planet. If he wants to get an ownerless brain, he can only go to the black market to buy it.

Hook opened his eyes in the dark, he looked at his desk not far away, there was a small bed like a work of art, through the hollow pattern, you could see the bulging inside A small white bag.

When he listened deliberately, the slight and regular breathing sound could reach his ears all the way.

The next day, Hook went out to work as usual, Qingchuan urgently made two sets of clothes for himself with light fabrics, the most important thing was soft close-fitting underwear and shoes that fit his feet. Without suitable leather, he made two pairs of old Beijing cloth shoes for himself.

Then it's live time.

Of course, not a live broadcast for the masses. Because the first live broadcast room of the live broadcast skill, its mandatory binding function is indistinguishable from the enemy. Qingchuan was worried that there were local residents who had looked at him and became viewers in the live broadcast room.

Look back at the live broadcast, aha, it was fun.

Although he will be careful not to look at the people here for more than ten seconds.

Considering this hidden danger, opening a public live broadcast room in the future will only be the time for the final battle.

Is that no longer live? no. He chose an audience and opened another live broadcast room. Yes, the couples live broadcast room opened a live broadcast room for Wei Ge alone.

The skills upgraded not long ago did not increase the time or anything, but allowed to open another live broadcast room, and you can specify the live broadcast target of less than 30 people.

Not sure if there are monitors here, Qingchuan chose the space blockade mode, splitting out a small dimensional space, which will not affect anyone and things in the main space.

Yesterday he wanted to live broadcast to tell Wei Ge his current situation, but at that time his clothes were not neat and not suitable. So until now, he is still dressed appropriately before starting the live broadcast.

As you can see, my body size doesn't seem to fit in with what's around me."

Qing Chuan said this, spread his hands, looking a little helpless, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't come to the giant country. Instead, it shrunk."

"I am about as tall as a relatively large apple now, but it does not affect the action and has enough self-protection ability."

He let the live camera turn the whole room around, "Now I'm staying in an aboriginal's home. This is also the place where the monster's body was sent, but I haven't found it yet."

"The origin and whereabouts of the monsters are very important clues."

"Yesterday I went out for a spin. The aborigines here are a kind of insects that have evolved into humanoids. The low-level insects are like enlarged insects. There are still some prototypes left on it. They will use mental power, and each Zerg has its own special talent attributes, as well as various weapons that match it."

"More specific information will take some time. But what is certain is that in terms of force value, this civilization is basically crushing human civilization. If it starts with human civilization, this is the Civilization, then we really need to be ready.”

Qingchuan scatters about some of the information he collected after he came here. He walked around the neighborhood cautiously yesterday. There are many people nearby, and most of them have traces of insects. Heavier, the sea of ​​spirits is also much smaller than Hooker.

And at present, it seems that these people are not doing well, they often quarrel and complain about financial difficulties.

And the strange thing is that many families in the vicinity are very strange. There are very few families composed of men and women. Many families are composed of two men, and then adopt a few children, basically all boys.

Are there so few women? Or is this place special because there are too few resources and too poor to attract women?

Qing Chuan did not release his demons to search for the monster corpse processing factory, because since people in this world have learned to use their spiritual power, they may have also developed an instrument to test their spiritual power. And the demons, they have spiritual power, otherwise what is the medium for using various skills and spells?

It is safer to be a monster with different space attributes, such as a mirror monster that lives in a mirror space.

So, can't you use paper puppets?

Yes, yes, but in the interstellar world, there will be no shortage of monitors at any time. No matter how fast the paper figure is, it is still a reality. When you turn to the monitor and see a piece of paper flying around, it will also draw attention.

Anyway, he's here and things are much easier. Qingchuan had already marked the space point here, but now that the terracotta figurine's body was broken, he returned to his own body, and he could follow this mark and come back again.

At that time, he could even bring the group back.

The only thing Qingchuan is worried about now is whether this act of destroying human civilization is private or official.

If the use of human beings to create superbugs is illegal here, it is a private crime by some people. Then they can solve this part of the Zerg. Otherwise, they have to be prepared to face the entire Zerg civilization.

Assuming the worst-case scenario, destroying human civilization is legitimate. Qingchuan had to wonder if he could stir up the internal melee of this civilization. They have consumed a large amount of combat power internally, and their taskers can fish in troubled waters.

Indirectly causing a civil war to cause a civil war to go to war will definitely lower their score, but comparing the two, it is more cost-effective to keep more human civilization's fire.

After three hours, the live broadcast ended, and there was still an hour before the owner came back. Qingchuan took time to take a shower and washed his clothes by the way.

When Hook got home, he found that there was a mini shelf in the corner of his bathroom, with the same mini toiletries on it. There are small mirrors and small towels.

There is also a bathtub next to the shelf, which looks very familiar, oh, isn't this still made of that giant fruit pit? Does this miniature family produce this kind of kernel?

All of the above are covered with a square transparent lid.

Hook: I don't know why, but I feel a little disgust.

It may be to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, the bottom is pressed with pebbles, and the clothes hanging on it are also clamped with clips.

In addition to the ill-fitting fat suit he had seen before, there were other new clothes that appeared overnight. Formal wear, casual wear, bathrobes, pajamas, slippers and more.

Hook couldn't help but look at his two sets of self-repairing battle suits that have not been changed for ten thousand years, and couldn't help but wonder 'Am I living too rough'.

This questioning of their own lives peaked when the two enjoyed their own dinner.

Qingchuan did not directly open the fruit to eat ready-made food like the previous few times, but prepared it half an hour in advance. He took out a small stove, which was burning with charcoal. It is a round iron plate with a handrail on one side.

Hook silently watched him drop a drop of golden vegetable oil on the hot iron plate, then took out a large piece (relative to his size) of the snow-white fish and cut it into twenty pieces Small pieces, simply marinate with salt for two minutes, smear egg wash on both sides, sprinkle a little unknown powder, and start frying.

This small piece of snow-white fish was fried by him until it was crispy and golden, and it must be mouth-watering after magnifying it a hundred times.

It was not enough to fry two large pots of fried fish fillets. Hook saw that he had stirred the batter, poured it on the iron plate, pushed it away with a wooden spoon, and added Egg wash and some finely chopped algae-like things, smeared with sauce, put on a piece of chopped green vegetables, and chopped sausage slices, rolled up and set aside.

In this way, a large pot of fried fish fillets and a large pot of burritos are ready for each other's body size. He also had a wooden bowl and poured a bit of freshly squeezed juice—really freshly squeezed, and squeezed the juice directly from the flesh of a dark red outside and snow-white crystal.

Hook looked at the food on the small table over there, silently took the nutritional supplements to the kitchen.

"What type of job do you have?" Qingchuan finally asked this question when he saw the other party coming back injured for the third time.

He thought that the work of this Zerg was probably similar to Black Fist, that kind of beast fighting, etc. Unexpectedly, Hook said, "I am a safety equipment trial officer."

"Security equipment?" Where is it safe?

"That is to say, in the worst accident situation, whether the safety protection props you carry with you can save your life. Many jobs require the most basic mental power, but this work does not require mental power. Because we subconsciously use mental power to protect ourselves, this test needs to completely eliminate the interference of mental power.”

Hook has now been able to face this reality with a calm mind, and the pride of heaven has been reduced to the need to use this method to survive.

The interstellar civilization that Qingchuan has stayed in before has basic benefits, which can ensure that citizens have a minimum guarantee of survival. But it is different here. The Zerg worships the strong and disdains the weak. They do not have such basic welfare guarantees, and the weak have no right to survive.

Oh, except for the royal family in the Zerg.

Hook loses his power, even the advanced Zerg is useless, and the social level instantly drops to the lowest. Most of the Zerg who offended the royal family died, tortured to death, and Hu Ke exchanged all his property for his own survival.

Many of the Zerg who had encountered him could not bear the gap and committed suicide. Hook endured all this contempt and insult. Now he must thank himself for not choosing to kill himself three years ago, otherwise how could he have met the hope of Qingchuan at this time?

"I want to go outside tomorrow and have a look, is it convenient to experience it with you?"

"There are surveillance devices everywhere, and if I can live with that, I'm not inconvenienced." Hook agreed. Qingchuan was his greatest hope at the moment, and he could agree to any harsher requirements.

The next morning, when Hu Ke woke up, Qing Chuan had already washed up and made a box of lunch, which was temporarily placed in the small world. Hook was fast, brushed his teeth, washed his face, swallowed a tube of nutritional supplements, and left the house.

Hook has a pair of hidden wings, which are usually invisible and only appear when needed.

In the past few days, Qingchuan, who has also studied the Zerg race, knows that this is the insect limbs they have after they grow up.

Not every zerg can develop acquired worm limbs, this has to be a potential talent. In addition to wings, there are tail whips, feet, tentacles, etc., which appear to be solid, but are actually 'phantom limbs', which are different from natural worm limbs. They can be hidden, and they can change their shape. It is an important part of the zerg. arms.

Hook originally suggested Qingchuan stay on his shoulders or on his head.

"No." Qingchuan refused, "The smell on your body is a little allergic, and the elf's nose is not suitable for the smell of zerg pheromone." Or just not suitable for your disguised Pheromone taste.

The taste of pheromones? Hooker, who deliberately bought a 'very **** pheromone with a natural and wild breath' to disguise, was a little curious, "In your opinion, what does this pheromone taste like?"

"It's like a man who doesn't return home at night, gets drunk in a noisy bar, and then finds a dancer with heavy makeup to dance all night." Qingchuan very euphemistically expressed his feelings come out.

"..." That's right, this miniature really dislikes himself very much. This is an aesthetic difference from race.

I didn’t expect to avoid the difference in appearance, but I didn’t escape the difference in taste.

Hu Ke walked according to his old habit, Qing Chuan hid in the space and moved along. They got into a buggy car. It looks like a bus in the shape of a bug, but it's said to be a real bug.

Yes, the lower Zerg. There is a huge space inside its body, and then it was transformed into such a fully automatic, pollution-free, pollution-free and environmentally friendly bio-energy vehicle, but the space is smaller, with only nine seats.

"Almighty Safety Protection Tool Company." Hook swiped on the door with his wristband, and he came in. Qingchuan successfully escaped the ticket and entered.

There were not many people in the car, and there were only three Hooks in the car. They ignored each other and turned on the virtual screen on the bracelet to start refreshing their brains.

About thirty minutes later, Hook got out of the car and did not go directly to the company where he worked, but continued to walk for ten minutes, and then saw a gray and flat building. There is an equally inconspicuous gray sign at the door, presumably the name of the company.

"I need to go through the back door." Hook whispered.

They circled for half a circle and found a narrow back door. Before entering, they almost collided with a person who came out.

"Sorry, are you all right?" The man was polite.

"It's fine."

The two passed by.

"I smell a familiar smell." Qing Chuan turned to look at the back of the Zerg man with green eyes and very polite words. There was a smell on him, it was the smell of monsters, it smelled like a trash can in a fish market...

find, found, you, have~

The author has something to say: Qingchuan: The target has been locked.

Weige: This chapter should be renamed "My Pocket Lover".