mysterious forerunner

Chapter 53 Yu Zhu
"Squeak buzz..."

The strange things in the alchemy furnace were burned by the flames and made violent noises. They tried hard to rush out, but Zhang Qingxiang used the eight-sided swallow-tail spear to pull them back.

Zhang Qingxiang shouted again: "Dad!"

Zhang Ruiqian was beside him, stepping forward to stand side by side with his son.

Zhang Qingxiang shouted: "Fire!"

Zhang Ruiqian’s [Temple Blessing] profession has the ability to control flames.

His eyes widened, anger rose in his chest, and he opened his big hand - a red flame burst out between his five fingers.

Zhang Ruiqian pushed hard, and the flames rushed into the alchemy furnace, suppressing the weirdness by 10%.

Zhang Qingxiang's eyes were fixed on the alchemy furnace, and everyone was extremely nervous, not even daring to take a breath.

After Zhang Ruiqian's secret fire was sent into the thing, the intensity of the struggle suddenly increased to a new level.

Countless gloomy blue data bugs turned into several torrents and rushed out from several fire vents of the alchemy furnace.

Zhang Qingxiang exploded instantly, pulling out countless afterimages. He quickly slapped the eight-sided swallow-tailed spear in his hand, forcing the thing back.

At this moment, there was a click and several cracks appeared on the alchemy furnace.

The stove that Ye Yousheng drew temporarily was not strong enough and could no longer hold up.

Zhang Qingxiang shouted again: "Girl, fix it!"

Ye Yousheng felt so blessed that he waved his hand and drew several huge... band-aids in the air.

The expressions of the people around him were particularly wonderful.

Even Zhang Qingxiang almost made a mistake and let the weirdo escape.

But these band-aids fell down, and the alchemy furnace was successfully repaired, and no new cracks appeared.

For a full ten minutes, the weirdness sometimes looked like a gluttonous mouth, sometimes like a sharp thorn in the shadow, sometimes like a will-o'-the-wisp in the sky... I tried my best, but still couldn't escape.

Finally, after a few final rolls, he fell completely into the flames.

As the secret fire continued to smelt, the strange thing in the alchemy furnace finally revealed its true identity. It was a silicon crystal stained with countless pus and blood.

Immediately afterwards, this thing was completely burned to ashes.

Zhang Qingxiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it is only the early stage. Although this weird basic ability is complete, the level is still low.

Otherwise, just relying on the fake alchemy furnace condensed by the second-level [Painter] and the secret fire of the second-level [Temple Celebration] may not be able to refine it.

But this time the mysterious incident is not over yet.

Zhang Qingxiang informed everyone: "Clean up the scene and put all the items contaminated with this dark blue liquid in and burn them."

Then, Zhang Qingxiang glanced at his father and walked toward the gas station without saying a word.

Zhang Ruiqian followed him with a serious face.

A moment later, the father and son found all eight students from Xu Shangling's group in the backyard and warehouse of the gas station.

They have all turned into corpses.

On the roof of the warehouse, there is another corpse, which is the consultant who secretly protects them.

They have all turned into cyber zombies, but they are all wrapped in "duct tape".

The consultant also had seven huge staples nailed to his body.

Zhang Ruiqian stood motionless, staring with a pair of bull's eyes, looking at the corpses on the ground, his huge body still strong and upright.

But the aura on his body was obviously a bit lower.

This is the biggest loss since the establishment of the original city's secret case team.

Although these children are not from the original city, what happened to them happened at the hands of Zhang Ruiqian, and the father secretly suffered and blamed himself.

Zhang Qingxiang did not comfort his father.

In fact, Zhang Qingxiang also discovered a problem: because of his intervention, the original city's secret case team never suffered any major casualties.

This makes the entire secret case team, from the father to the detectives below, feel a little "optimistic".

But this is not the true face of the era of pan-spiritual practice!

Zhang Qingxiang went through multiple departments in the Secret Security Bureau in his previous life.

As long as they are on the field, the average annual death rate exceeds 30%.

This is still the later stage. Human beings already have enough understanding of the "mystery" and have summarized a set of mature and complete coping methods.

The early death rate has exceeded 50% all year round.

Taking advantage of this setback, let Dad and others face the true cruelty of the new era!
Zhang Qingxiang gave his father a few seconds to grieve, then stepped forward and patted him on the back: "Move the body out."

"They were all infected and the bodies had to be cremated."

……

In front of the gas station, Ye Yousheng drew several more alchemy furnaces.

Zhang Ruiqian gathered more secret fire to light the alchemy furnace.

Everyone carried the corpses in with forks. Prime Minister Zhang Qing strictly ordered everyone not to touch these corpses.

Even with the bodies of Xu Shanngling and others, everyone could only be gentle when lifting them up.

Each corpse is in a furnace, burned to ashes and packed up. The ashes are marked and will be handed over to the victim's family in the future.

Tian Mingkun led his men to shovel up all the ground where the dark blue liquid was splashed, and threw them into the alchemy furnace.

Finally, all the forks, shovels, etc. were burned.

Zhang Qingxiang raised his head slightly and exhaled a breath.

"In the future, there will be more and more similar incidents."

"In addition to the field team responsible for dealing with mysterious scenes, we should also form a professional clean-up team."

Zhang Ruiqian nodded: "I'll go talk to Mr. Guo."

Xiong Zhenlin was seriously injured. The emergency personnel gave him a temporary bandage, but he insisted on not going to the hospital.

"Squad leader Zhang." Xiong Zhenlin called out, and Zhang Qingxiang walked over.

There were three people standing next to Xiong Zhenlin.

The woman in professional attire raised her chin slightly, her expression cold and arrogant, and she was hiding a bit of anxiety.

She clearly showed "distrust" towards the people in the secret case team around her.

Her eyes were clear in black and white, and her red lips were as bright as fire, slightly raised.

Yomo is in his early thirties, a semi-mature age, with a broad mind. The buttons on his top are somewhat unbuttoned, and in his trousers, his legs are round and straight, showing off his charm.

There were two young people beside her, a man and a woman, both in their early twenties.

The man was wearing a black tactical uniform and holding a Han sword tightly in his hand. He has fair skin and a tall and thin figure, and his eyes are scanning the people around him from time to time.

The woman is slightly chubby, but has a well-proportioned figure. A pair of big eyes twinkling smartly and round ears, a bit cute.

She held her shield firmly against her chest, also in a defensive posture.

The Han sword and shield are obviously secret weapons. They are not as good as the eight-sided swallow-tailed spear and the paintbrush, but they are comparable to the cat bell.

Moreover, both men and women seemed to be suppressing something. It was very likely that the side effects of the two secret weapons had already taken effect.

Zhang Qingxiang looked at Xiong Zhenlin: "You insist on not going to the hospital just because of the three of them?"

Xiong Zhenlin: "They saved my life."

The woman in professional attire snorted unkindly at Zhang Qingxiang: "Are you going to detain us?"

Zhang Qingxiang glanced at the three of them, and the woman in professional attire immediately put away her two secret weapons.

Zhang Qingxiang couldn't help but find it funny.

In any era, there are official organizations and non-governmental organizations.

Some non-governmental organizations work closely with the government, while a small number of people are very resistant to having anything to do with the government.

In the previous life, China's relatively large private cultivator organization, the Secret Security Bureau, had detailed information on its leaders.

These three were not among them.

Zhang Qingxiang said: "No, you are acting bravely tonight. Just come back with us and make a record. We will go through the process."

"Really?" The three of them were extremely wary: "You won't force us to join the secret case team?"

Zhang Qingxiang's urgent hope was to twist all the forces in China into one rope.

Of course, they intend to invite these three people to join the original city's secret case team.

But he wouldn't put his warm face on his cold butt, so he simply pointed at Xiong Zhenlin and said, "I'll leave it all to you."

Then Zhang Qingxiang turned around and left: "We have other cases to deal with."

This made the three of them a little confused. Why was this person so different from the official officials we had come into contact with in our past lives?

By this time, it was already past four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Because this mysterious spillover incident was so serious, almost all the agents of the secret case team were gathered here.

In the past few hours, there were still more than a dozen mysterious reports in the city that no detectives could send to deal with them.

Zhang Qingxiang and all the agents, students, and consultants, even though they were extremely exhausted, could not rest and had to deal with the piled up cases non-stop.

Those three people were indeed courageous and worthy of praise.

But they meet and manage together.

Zhang Qingxiang and the others must fulfill their duties. No matter how tired or hard they are, they cannot rest until the case is finished.

Zhang Qingxiang and the agents had no complaints. This is our job, and this is what we are paid to do.

But in terms of real contributions, these brave people are of course far inferior to professionals.

……

Mr. Guo wanted to go to the scene, but Liang Zimian stopped him.

After dawn, Zhang Ruiqian, who was exhausted, came to the hotel room.

Liang Zimian opened the door, took Zhang Ruiqian in, and said, "After the news came back, Mr. Guo has been standing by the window without moving."

Zhang Ruiqian nodded, came behind Mr. Guo and said with shame: "The main responsibility lies with me. I failed to protect them. They are still young and should have a bright future..."

Mr. Guo sighed and turned around slowly, his eyes bloodshot.

"It's no one's responsibility."

"We are already very lucky. The losses elsewhere have been heavy. Even if we include this time... our casualty rate is the lowest."

Mr. Guo slowly sat down on the sofa. The strong tea on the coffee table was already cold. He picked it up and took a sip without realizing it. He figured out a lot in the middle of the night: "The enemy we are going to face is completely different from the past."

"From now on, we really have to rely on people like you to take the lead."

……

During the day on the third day, the secret case team was very quiet.

Many students stayed awake despite being extremely exhausted.

The eight people from Xu Shanngling have been with everyone in the secret training class day and night for almost a month.

Suddenly, there were eight corpses.

Zhang Qingxiang's mood is better than everyone else - just because he had too many such experiences in his last life!

Until the afternoon, Zhang Qingxiang took Ye Yousheng into the big office, but it was still empty.

Zhang Qingxiang shook his head gently. He could teach everyone a lot, and he could also lead them through dangerous and mysterious scenes.

But to pass the psychological barrier, they can only rely on themselves.

Zhang Qingxiang even couldn't bear to tell everyone: We don't have extra time to be sad.

Soon more and more dangerous mysteries will break into our world.

More people will die!

He sat at the table, bathing in the warm afternoon sun, playing with a bead in his hand.

This is a bonus for the cyber zombie scenario.

It is the top bead on the hat of a Qing Dynasty cyber official.

The beads are smaller than quail eggs and drilled in the middle.

It should have been a clam bead, but now it has turned into half dark red and half light gold.

Zhang Qingxiang has already used the [Treasure Appraisal] skill to see:

[Secret Weapon: Yuzhu
Level: Level 3.

Effect: Once activated, zombies and mechanical mysteries will treat you as the same kind.

Target objects: Level 4 and below.

Side effects: Need to be fed with a drop of your own blood every day. And after every use, seeing rotten flesh and rusty metal will give you a strong desire to eat.

There is a low probability of having an X impulse towards corpses or large machinery. The more times it is used, the higher the probability. 】

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