Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 382 Picking a Lucky Viewer

According to the clues provided by Song Lan, Dr. Bai Zhu quickly found out some details that they didn't know.

They originally thought that Feng Ling was appointed by the coalition government to be Lu Xiang's bodyguard, but Feng Ling actually applied for this task on his own initiative. After being strongly recommended by the Lagus Foundation, they finally decided on the candidate after all the opinions.

This matter is full of strangeness.

The Ragus Foundation is the deadly enemy of the Foster family and other forces. Their members are generally relatively young, and they have a name that is familiar to everyone - the reformers.

In the past ten years, they have been arguing with conservatives in various core areas, so that many political issues today have become issues of standing.

Although the [-]th district has no contact with the reformists, it has received a lot of favor from them.

On the issue of the Foster family, the reformists played their usual style, set off a storm of public opinion, and gave them a backstab so hard that they didn't recover for a long time afterwards, so they They have no intention of retaliating against the [-]th District. If the Foster family had not had a big business and controlled the judicial system of the coalition government, they would probably be in a shambles from now on.

The owner Hogg Foster won the title of "jumping clown", which is also the result of the active operation of the Ragus Foundation behind the scenes.

"Before Feng Ling applied to the council, the vice president of the Lagus Foundation visited them."

No one knows what they communicated that night, but judging from the results, Feng Ling, who has been living at home for a long time and doesn't care about world affairs, offered to undertake the task for the first time, while the Lagos Foundation secretly suppressed all biopharmaceutical companies opposition, contributed to this.

Medel suddenly realized, "No wonder those biopharmaceutical companies let people go."

It seems that not only the wind chimes, but even the current situation of the coalition government is unpredictable.

"Don't be distracted by irrelevant things."

Song Lan expressed his opinion at the swarm meeting. He believed that the grievances between the conservatives and the reformers had nothing to do with them. No matter what conspiracy they were planning, it would not hinder them from advancing the construction of the Void Paradise.

The fight incident that happened last night gave him a new idea.

For the swarm, the significance of the existence of the Void is not just a universal object of blame. People's discussions about the Void, as well as the belief in the existence of the Void itself, can bring them huge "energy". The live broadcast promoted the evolution of the Devourer.

The topic of today's meeting is how to get more people involved.

"We can pay attention to those who apply to join the Void Investigation Bureau, and select a few 'lucky viewers' from among them."

Although Father Bruno is rich in experience, it would be more convincing for more different "adventurers" to leave their experience of survival in the void than his dry fabrication.

"You mean to involve ordinary citizens?"

Lu Xiang was the first to raise the question.

Every time she goes to a meeting of the swarm, she feels more and more like a villain.

"Of course, the 'lucky spectators' are not the enemy of the swarm. We must put safety first, and we must give them room to leave the void while maintaining their good experience."

So they need to first exclude people with diseases such as heart disease and high blood pressure.

"I don't think the average person can take that kind of thing."

Medel said, "Yungang Biopharmaceuticals once did a similar experiment. If people are placed in a world where reality and hallucinations are intertwined for a long time, they will have a high probability of going crazy and will become extremely aggressive. In the experiment Among them, 92% of them went crazy, and finally died in fighting each other."

Even the researchers don't know what their test subjects were seeing in the hallucinations, but from the way they were killing it, it can be deduced that it was definitely not a good thing.

"So we have to leave a margin between reality and void, so that they can distinguish reality from void."

"How to do?"

"Set up a wizard."

A good guide can bring hope to the lost, and at the same time better guide the "adventurers" in the direction they want.

"Guide?"

"The guide must have excellent adaptability, but also be eloquent, and be able to correctly guide the 'adventurer' to make a judgment in any unexpected situation, and..."

Song Lan's narration came to an abrupt end because he noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the conference room, "What are you all looking at me for?"

"This is you!"

Everyone in the conference room reached a consensus. Obviously, Song Lan perfectly met all the qualities of an excellent guide, not to mention that this idea was proposed by him. No one knows better than Song Lan how to guide a group of guides. A bewildered "adventurer" survived in the void world.

"You can give us a demonstration first."

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At 1:03 p.m., a prosthetic body hospital in the western suburbs.

"Big Carrot Head" completed the last physical examination, swallowed two extremely bitter pills, and packed his luggage slowly under the impatient urging of the nurse.

In fact, all the luggage on his body is only the leather jacket that he changed when he was sent to the hospital yesterday.

The reason for the delay was that he didn't want to leave the prosthetic body hospital.

He didn't know why Lu Xiang, who had always been cruel, let him go, but this was by no means a good sign, maybe the crazy woman who held the knife yesterday was ambushing outside the hospital right now.

He pretended to have dizziness and abdominal pain all night, and now the prosthetic hospital finally kicked him out.

"Big Carrot Head" is his online name, he picked it up casually, and it doesn't have any special meaning, but he didn't expect that he would almost lose his life because of an online spam.

He changed out of his hospital gown, put on a leather jacket, returned to his usual rebellious punk style, and left the ward under the disgusted gaze of the nurse.

But as the saying goes, when people are unlucky, even drinking water will get stuck between their teeth. The elevator in the hospital was broken, so he, a patient recovering from serious injuries, had to go downstairs along the safe passage.

The sixth floor was either high or low, if it was normal, he would have gone down without saying a word, but as soon as he opened the door of the safe passage, he felt gloomy inside.

Dimly lit, perfect for ambushes.

"that……"

He turned to look at the passing cleaner and asked, "Do you have time? Can you go downstairs with me?"

"No time!"

The refusal was extremely decisive, leaving no room for him to maneuver.

"Big Carrot Head" lingered around the door of the safe passage, finally gritted his teeth, and finally walked in. As a gang member who came out to hang out on the streets since he was a child, he thought he had seen big scenes before, how could he be rejected? Scared by a safe passage?
Every time he took a step, he was extremely cautious, watching all directions and listening to all directions, striving to understand even if he died.

Every floor consumes a lot of his strength. I don't know if it is an illusion. The light in the corridor is getting darker and darker. Another question that puzzles him is that the business of this prosthetic hospital is so bad. No one was seen.

Hold on!
With this in mind, he went down another five floors with difficulty.

Come on, we're almost there!
"Big Carrot Head" held on to the iron door beside him, and a pungent rusty smell gradually filled the air.

"Ok?"

He seemed to have finally realized a serious question, how many floors did he go down just now?

"Six minus three minus five..."

A simple arithmetic problem popped into his mind, which even a three-year-old child could easily answer.

"It's equal to two!"

After pausing for a while, he came up with the answer to this question, "There are still two floors left, the second floor, the second floor..."

He justified his words, and moved his hand away from the safety door. He forcibly resisted the sticky and disgusting feeling in his palm, and didn't look at it.

"Persist on the second floor and we'll be there!"

The only sound in the stairwell was his footsteps, and every floor looked similar.

Except for the door.

The paint on the door is starting to peel.

He remembered that on that website, he had seen the introduction of similar scenes.

A staircase that never ends and leads to nowhere.

No matter whether it is up or down, it will return to the same place, except... the pollution level of the space he is in will become higher and higher.

"pollute".

"Continuing to corrode everything around".

"I don't know where it came from, but the ceiling, doors, walls and stairs are all contaminated."

"*don't let the rust get on you*"

　Thanks to Earl Nishizawa for the reward of 1500 starting coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)