infinite reincarnation simulator

Chapter 35

"call--"

In the cramped alley, a red dot flickered on and off.

The man wrapped himself in his coat and glanced at his wrist.

It's Su Ze.

It's almost time.

A patrol car drove away slowly.

The red dot suddenly disappeared in the snow, and a pair of big feet stepped on it.

The fourteenth district at dusk was crowded and noisy, dirty and smelly.

Su Ze looked around, but he was not noticeable at all.

The pungent and pungent air rushed into his lungs, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

He quickened his pace, glancing at his wrist now and then.

Under the barrier of concrete and steel, he was as insignificant as an ant.

A quarter of an hour later, he slowed down and stopped in front of a cafe.

The heat inside and the lack of customers are out of tune with this area.

Through the misty glass, he seemed to smell a bit of bitterness in the cafe.

Su Ze's Adam's apple moved, and he pushed the door open.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" the waitress asked enthusiastically with a smile on her face.

"I'm looking for someone."

Su Ze didn't look at the waiter more, but kept looking for a figure while lowering the brim of his hat.

time is limited.

There was a narrow look in his eyes, and he hurried towards the corner.

"What about things?"

"this is the last time."

A woman turned her face away, and slowly pushed a small mahogany box towards Su Ze with her left hand.

Su Ze glanced around, carefully opened the wooden box, and faced with only one potion.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"what happened?"

"The higher-ups are too strict, and the subsequent 'D14' will strictly limit the quantity of production."

Su Ze frowned, the woman wrapped her coat, and continued in a low voice: "There are so many people, you can't handle it."

Afterwards, the woman got up in a hurry, the heavy coat covered her graceful body curves, before Su Ze even had time to make a sound, the woman had already walked out of the cafe.

Su Ze followed closely behind.

He raised his wrist and saw that it was too late.

After leaving quickly, Su Ze rushed directly to a factory not far away.

The steps are getting faster and faster, and the breathing is getting faster and faster.

"crunch-"

There are only four walls in the room, only a wooden bed.

Lying on the sickbed was a skinny and haggard man.

A man's spirit is like a gossamer, he is on his deathbed, only for a moment.

Su Ze didn't make a sound, panting heavily, with the help of the dim light, he took out a tube of black medicine in the square box.

With a sound of "呲", the medicine was quickly injected into the man's body.

Immediately, the pupils of the man on the sickbed dilated, his complexion was paper-like, and a low sob came from his throat.

Three seconds later, the man's heart stopped beating.

Su Ze's movements were suddenly shocked and stopped.

"Damn it, it's still too late!"

Su Ze's hands trembled, his voice was hoarse, and he collapsed to the ground.

There is no medicine left.

His face was ashen, and he looked sideways through the window, and the outside was still chaotic and dirty.

The red sun in the sky was split in two, he held the square box in his hand tightly, and the tall tower in the distance towered into the sky, like a sharp sword piercing into the red sun's chest.

He didn't know how tall the tower was.

"Bang bang bang!"

A short but strong knock on the door shocked Su Ze.

He came to the door to have a look, and quickly opened the door.

"How's it going?"

A young man with mischievous eyebrows poked his head in and looked directly at the sick bed. This man's clothes were thin, and his paper-like clothes could not keep out the wind and cold at all.

"died."

Su Ze's face was as calm as water, without any waves.

"It doesn't matter if you die, you can't control it."

The young man wanted to take a step forward, but Su Ze slammed the door shut, blocking the young man out of the room.

There was a sparkle in the corner of his eyes.

A sigh came from outside the door, and the footsteps became smaller and smaller until they disappeared.

"Grass!"

Su Ze walked quickly to the bed, squatted down and took out a note from behind the bed leg.

"Ningde Avenue, Bincheng Road, No. 48."

He glanced hurriedly, and then took another look at the man on the hospital bed, before leaving the workshop.

Beside the bed, only a little ashes remained.

A locomotive quickly passed through the smelly and rotting streets.

Half an hour later, Su Ze rang the doorbell of No. 48.

"Crack!"

He pushed the door open, and a burst of glutinous aroma mixed with the greasy aroma of food wafted into his nostrils.

He looked around, it was clean and luxurious, and the whole room was covered with high-tech furniture.

This is the product of civilization and technology, he thought.

"You're finally here."

A middle-aged man with a big belly in a red vest slowly walked into the living room from the back room.

"Ah."

Su Ze was a little embarrassed, and the man sat down on the sofa, his body sunken in.

"Tell me, how much?"

Su Ze stood there, rubbed his fingers, looked earnestly at the man and said, "Three hundred."

"Fuck you, you are my landlord Lao Cai!"

The man lit a cigar, raised his eyebrows, and cursed directly.

Su Ze swallowed and remained silent.

"One cup, one."

The man held a cigar in his right hand, and with his left hand, he put a [-]ml glass on the marble table.

Next to the cup, lay a syringe.

Su Ze looked at the man who smiled but nodded.

"Really agreed?" The man was a little surprised.

"Why not?"

"That's right, for low-level scum like them, the D-series potions are their life, but boy, I have to advise you, you can't control it."

Su Ze really wanted to slap the man in front of him, but he couldn't.

"Their life is also their life."

"Fart!" The man spat, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

"As cheap as grass, as light as a feather, but it is also fate."

Immediately, the four eyes met, and the needle drop could be heard in the living room.

The man's expression changed, and he felt a little helpless, so he cut off the cigar, took out a tube of potion from the dark side of the coffee table and threw it to Su Ze.

"I can't help you with this favor. This one is just for your father's sake."

Su Ze leaned over to pick up the potion from the ground, and the carpet made of pure wool was soft and comfortable.

Standing up, he snatched the cup abruptly, picked up the syringe and was about to stab his right arm.

"Snapped!"

The man knocked the syringe to the ground with one palm.

"You don't want to die!"

"One cup, one."

Su Ze's eyes were firm, and the only sound from the room was the sound of the sweeping robot. After a long time, the man sighed.

"You are the same as your old man!"

The man gritted his teeth, and his two eyeballs protruded outwards.

Su Ze gripped the cup tightly in his hand.

"Uncle Guan, the only person I can think of is you."

"You... can't you just give in! Huh?" The man paced back and forth in the living room, pointing his finger at Su Ze again and again, and hanging down again and again.

"I have only one way."

"What way? Uncle Guan, as long as you can keep these people alive, you can draw my blood as you like!" Su Ze stepped forward, but was slapped violently by Guan Feng.

"Fuck! These people's lives are none of your business! Now that the whole 'disc' is in a fucking mess, you can only compromise! Only compromise!"

Guan Feng uttered these words through his teeth with a look of hatred for iron.

But after he slapped him, he immediately regretted it, and his withdrawn arm trembled a little.

Su Ze didn't dodge, but looked disappointed.

"I have a supply here, as for whether it can be made, it all depends on how capable you are!"

With his back turned to Su Ze, Guan Feng handed over a business card with his backhand.

(End of this chapter)