Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

Zhang Heng was wiping Jason's mask when all kinds of messy items were brought back to the hive.

He obviously found that Jason's mask seemed to be a product beyond time and space. Any act of wiping on the mask, although the dust of the mask could be wiped off temporarily, but the next second it returned to its original state, and the Dirty swabs are also clean.

"It's strange, this mask has some kind of supernatural power, you can try it." Zhang Heng played with the mask and hesitated for a while, but Gu Zhan's voice suddenly came.

"Your Excellency Commander, several containment items have been collected now. These items need to be analyzed and researched, and I am afraid they will be able to be used in the future." Gu Zhan walked in from the door, and he took out a spherical shape again, as if A Rubik's cube inlaid with gems that can be turned, and a music box were placed in front of Zhang Heng.

"These things..." Zhang Heng just glanced at them and recognized these things. The ball-shaped Rubik's Cube summoned the humanoid monster with several circular saw blades stuck in its head. Something between energy life and physical life.

As for the music box, Zhang Heng tried to open it after taking it. Suddenly, he could see a little girl who danced ballet made of unknown material spinning in it. The shape was so delicate that it was almost a work of art. The crisp ringtones kept coming, but on this music box, Zhang Heng felt an indescribable malice.

After checking the two new items, Zhang Heng asked Gu Zhan to put it away first, while he took Jason's mask to think about it, and finally did not choose to wear the mask on his head, after all, this mask is too weird , far beyond what a mask should be capable of.

However, it does not mean that the experiment cannot continue. Zhang Heng is reluctant to wear it, but some people can use it as a test product. Soon, a death row inmate wearing a white hospital gown was blindfolded and pushed into the isolation room. The clone fighter who pushed the death row prisoner just loosened the other's blindfold and physical restraints, walked out of the biological isolation room, and closed the door tightly.

Outside the isolation room, Zhang Heng looked at the isolation room behind the one-way mirror. At this time, the death row inmate had already noticed that the restraints on his body had loosened. He sat up tremblingly and began to observe curiously. Looking around, especially the mirrors on the walls, he even noticed the function of these mirrors, and put his eyes on the mirrors in order to see the things behind the mirrors, but unfortunately, he was doomed to fail.

"Herman Anderson." Zhang Heng looked at the time, took the microphone from the observer on the side, and said softly.

"Who, who is talking to me!" After hearing Zhang Heng's voice, the death row inmate looked extremely frightened.

"You don't need to know who I am." Zhang Heng said lightly, "I just ask you, do you want to be free?"

"I do, of course I do." The man called Herman's eyes lit up, and he said quickly.

"Since you want to be free, then do as I say." Zhang Heng's voice was full of indefensible emotions, "Your task is very simple, that is to put on a mask, as long as you can wear this mask. Survive, then you can become a D-class, and when you upgrade to a B-class, you will be completely free."

"It's that simple?" Herman clearly felt that in Zhang Heng's tone, he didn't think about what he should do at all, but obviously, from the other party's voice, he could feel that the other party was absolutely freezing.

"Of course." Zhang Heng didn't say much, but pressed a button. Suddenly, the floor tiles were opened, a small podium slowly rose, and in the center of the podium, there was this black The copper-colored mask has a leather strap on the back of the mask, which is like a belt on the back of the head.

"Okay, let's put it on." Zhang Heng said lightly, although he basically didn't show any emotions from beginning to end,

But that indifference and the attitude of treating ordinary people like ants still made Herman feel a trace of indescribable pressure.

"What will happen if I put it on?" Herman asked timidly.

"Why not try it?"

Hearman heard the words, a tangle flashed in his eyes. He understood that he was arranged here, and it was by no means the masterpiece of an insider. Even the head of the department could not make himself a death row prisoner. God, obviously, there is a price to live for so many more days...

"However, wearing a mask is enough to complete the task. I don't know why, it always feels so unreliable?" Herman smiled bitterly, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, summoned up his courage, and slowly put the mask on head on.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng squinted his eyes subconsciously and stared at Herman's figure, while the assistants on the side held their breath, stared at everything in the isolation room, and recorded the data line by line. .

"Is this over?" However, after Herman put on the mask, nothing seemed to happen, he even shrugged and asked again.

There was no answer in that broadcast.

Just when Herman thought that all this could be over, suddenly, his face felt a little itchy, and he subconsciously wanted to take off the hockey mask, but he was suddenly stunned, because he actually felt, This mask was actually stuck to his cheek, as if the all-purpose glue was stuck on it, and it was firmly fixed on his cheek before he knew it, and he couldn't pull it off even if he wanted to!

"Damn!"

Herman roared, and he knew that things weren't so simple. Thinking of this, he started to pull the mask on his face like crazy, but what surprised him even more was that while pulling the mask, he actually let himself A burst of heart-piercing pain, as if this mask seemed to be one with myself, no longer separated from each other!

goooooooooooo...

But just when he was panicking, a man's murmur suddenly came from beside him. The voice was so close that it seemed to ring in his ears...