Infinite Throne

   Chapter 129 Pan Zhengyi is gone (seeking monthly ticket)

   September 5, 2121.

   Early morning.

  This is another city hundreds of kilometers away from Qingcheng.

   Central Hospital.

  The night was quiet.

  The corridor of the hospital was faintly filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

  Because this is the season of high incidence of respiratory viruses, it is very important to disinfect and protect in time.

   In the long and narrow corridor, the lights are dim, flickering on and off.

   "Why didn't the logistics department come to repair this broken light a few days ago? It's been a few days, and it's not over yet. This kind of work efficiency has not been fired, which is outrageous."

  A middle-aged security guard with a flashlight patrols the hospital corridors late at night.

   muttered in his mouth.

   hiss—

   Suddenly.

   There was a slight chill behind the security guard.

   There seemed to be a strange chill that swept across from behind.

  In an instant, he had the illusion that a woman was gently touching him from behind.

  —It’s just that this hand is a little cold.

   The security guard trembled with fright and looked back.

   There is no one behind you!

   There was only one window open in the corridor, and the cold wind was blowing.

   "Tsk, scare Lao Tzu!"

  September is the beginning of autumn.

   The temperature at night was a bit cold.

   In addition, the windows in the corridor are not closed, and the autumn wind is blowing, no wonder there is such an illusion.

  The security guard didn't dare to complain loudly, but just stepped forward and silently closed the window in the corridor.

  chi—

   The flickering light flickered violently again.

   "If I knew earlier, I wouldn't be greedy for cheap watching movies like that kind of 'weird sick house'. The picture quality is not good, and it's easy to make people think about it."

   After finding out the culprit behind the cold, the middle-aged security guard felt a lot more comfortable, and even the flickering lights seemed inexplicably cute.

   "Well, it's almost bedtime—"

  da.

  da.

Da da.

   Suddenly.

   At the end of the dim corridor, there was a crisp sound of high heels.

  The footsteps of the high heels, if you distinguish them carefully, they seem to have a strange rhythm, as if—

   is not very flexible.

  Because of the sound of normal people walking, it should be da, da, da, da, da.

   instead of—

  Dah, dah, dah, dah.

"Who!"

   The middle-aged security guard's legs trembled uncontrollably.

   At the same time as he heard the footsteps, he turned around almost subconsciously, and the bright flashlight swept in the direction of the sound in an instant.

   I don't know if it was influenced by the little horror movie I watched not long ago. The middle-aged security guard always felt that the atmosphere in the hospital tonight was a little weird.

   "It's all the broken lights!"

  The middle-aged security guard swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

   He didn't realize that in just a few seconds, the palm of his hand holding the torch was full of sweat.

   Wouldn't it be so evil?

   I have eighty mothers on top, and…

   A tall and **** figure appeared from the end of the corridor.

   It was a female doctor in a white coat.

  Call—

   The middle-aged security guard let out a long sigh of relief when he saw the figure clearly.

   Then remembering his surprise, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

   At this age, the more I live, the more timid I get.

   Soon, the female doctor walked to the middle-aged security guard.

"You are…"

   The middle-aged security guard suddenly felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a little, which made him tremble.

   "Doctor Zhang."

  The female doctor looked down at the badge on her chest, and there was a green picture on the badge.

   Then Dr. Zhang gestured to the security guard and smiled.

   "Oh, hey, Dr. Zhang, are you on the night shift tonight?"

  The security guard put away the flashlight, not knowing where to put his hand.

   There is no other reason. The female doctor is so beautiful that the security guards dare not look directly into Dr. Zhang's cold eyes.

   Doctor Zhang?

   By the way, he vaguely remembered that there was indeed such a doctor in the Cardiology Department on this floor.

  It is said that he is still single, if he can be twenty years younger...ahem.

   "No, I'm back to work overtime."

"Working overtime? Are you very busy? I read the news today and said that two young children died suddenly in the past two days, both of them in their twenties. According to the news, the cause of death was a heart attack - tsk tsk, now young People don't know how to combine work and rest, and they run outside all day..."

"Ha ha."

  Doctor Zhang smiled, as if he didn't want to dwell on this topic.

   "By the way, Dr. Zhang, I see your walking posture. Is your foot hurt?"

   Doctor Zhang's expression suddenly became strange when he heard the words.

   just shook his head: "I'm not used to wearing high heels."

   The middle-aged security guard closed his mouth instantly when he saw Doctor Zhang's expression.

-ask for contempt.

   He waved his hand quickly: "That doctor, then I'll continue to patrol, it won't get in your way!"

  The security guard hurriedly laughed and walked away from the enchanting Doctor Zhang.

  Doctor Zhang gave a light hum and walked towards the ward without turning his head.

  The middle-aged security guard couldn't help but glance back.

   That small buttock is really...cough, see no evil, see no evil.

   Afraid that the beautiful woman would find him peeping, the middle-aged security guard hurriedly turned around and continued patrolling.

   In general.

   Patrols are just going through the motions.

   Or deal with disputes that are inconvenient for doctors on duty.

after all…

   The doctor-patient conflict is indeed quite difficult to describe.

  Otherwise, who would hire an old man like him as a security guard?

   The middle-aged security guard yawned, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be a little warmer again.

   Sure enough, it was the **** window, the cool breeze swooshed, scaring people to death.

   "Hey, I heard that because the incidence of heart disease among young people has increased, the news just said that we want our hospital to do some statistics, write a copy, and advocate for citizens to eat a reasonable diet and work and rest properly—"

   "It's not easy to be a doctor these days. Not only do you have to be able to see a doctor, you have to be able to write essays, you have to be able to stay up late, you have to be good at skills, and your level of strengthening your body and walking the dragon cannot be too low... tsk tsk."

"correct-"

   The middle-aged security guard suddenly remembered something.

   Just this morning.

   The city news seems to have issued a memorial.

   It was said that a female doctor from a hospital in this city also died of a heart attack at home, and she also appealed to the citizens of the city to forward it.

  Thinking of this, the middle-aged security guard turned on his mobile phone and revisited the news that he didn't read carefully in the morning.

   "Huh? He's still a doctor in our unit?"

   "Yohoo! Female? Only 26 years old? Unmarried! Oh, it's pathetic!"

   "I heard that the body is still in the freezer of the morgue..."

"Um?"

   Suddenly.

   The middle-aged security guard felt inexplicably that the doctor who died of a heart attack looked a little familiar.

   As we all know, looks and photos are always separated by a large distance of beauty.

  The middle-aged security guard rubbed his eyes.

   Look at the name of the deceased below the news.

   "Zhang... Zhang... Zhang..."

  In an instant, the middle-aged security guard turned pale.

Snapped.

  The mobile phone fell to the ground and shattered.

   "Oh? Was it 'I'?"

   A voice suddenly sounded behind the cold middle-aged security guard.

   whispered.

   close to the ear.

   The fragrance is fragrant.

  …

  …

   Qingcheng.

  The weather is cloudy.

  Irin browsed the "Apostle Forum" silently.

   [Senior gods, my brains are dead, and I have doubts about the agile side strengthening route. I don't know how to improve it? 】

  【Think about it now, my last trial was so lucky! 】

  【The warm little story about me and a female apostle who fell in love and killed each other during the trial is being serialized! 】

  【You live a long life, you live a long life! In the last trial of my dignified strength side powerhouse, my spiritual attributes were increased even more than my strength! 】

   [Mengxin asks, what is the level of getting an A rating in two consecutive trials? 】

  …

  Then the following are all water-based replies—

  【Landlord, cede to Yongzhi! 】

  【Manual funny! 】

  【Dog head saves your life! 】

  【The tiger's body was shocked, and he left with three points! 】

  【Life is really lonely like snow—】

  【Irrigation is an attitude. 】

  “…”

  Irin briefly browsed around and didn't seem to find anything particularly interesting, so he silently closed the forum.

   Watering bragging posts…

   accounted for 90%.

   But it is understandable.

   Compared to a certain period of time in the future, the current circle of apostles still belongs to the "comfort period".

  —very normal.

   is not far away.

   Pan Zhengyi's face was expressionless, with a hint of coldness.

   Suddenly.

  I saw Pan Zhengyi raised his palm.

   An invisible aura slowly radiated from him.

   "Apostle Panel!"

  Irin: "…"

   After a few seconds, Pan Zhengyi changed his posture.

   "Come again, Apostle Panel!"

  Irin: "…"

   "Lying trough - Apostle panel board board!"

  Irin: "…"

   Pan Zhengyi tried 18 more poses.

   finally put down his sore arms.

   Then Deng Deng Deng ran to Yi Rin, spreading his palms.

   "Bring me a bottle of 'Forgetful Love Water'!"

   "That's called a happy drink." Irin corrected.

   "It doesn't matter, I want to drink."

  Irin reluctantly took out the "happy drink" from the storage space and threw it to Pan Zhengyi.

  Pan Zhengyi raised his head and took a sip.

   then happily sang.

   "Happy breakup~ I wish you a happy~ You can find a better one~"

   While singing loudly, Pan Zhengyi drifted away.

boom.

   Then he shut himself in the door and locked it.

  Irin sighed softly: "Another crazy one."

  …

  Pan Zhengyi's strange reaction can be traced back to after Yi Rin and Pan Zhengyi just returned from a trip to Gotham City, where the folk customs are simple.

   That day.

  Irin looked at the painful "50000 Chaos Value" requirement and silently exited the module space.

   Pan Zhengyi frowned and ran over.

  Irin spent 5 seconds, carefully discerning Pan Zhengyi's demeanor and movements, and quickly came to a conclusion.

   "Pan Xiaozheng?"

   Well, the relatively normal Pan Zhengyi.

   "It's not important!" Pan Xiaozheng's expression seemed to be a bit difficult to describe: "What happened during the trial?"

   Yi Rin couldn't help but startled slightly when he heard the words: "What happened to you yourself, you ask me?"

  Pan Xiaozheng hesitated for a moment, but still told his story.

pity-

   No alcohol.

  Irin finished listening.

   was lost in thought.

  Pan Zhengyi is even more mysterious than he imagined.

   Is the world of neurosis really so unreasonable?

   "That is to say, you usually share memories. Even if you don't show up, you can see the outside through 'his' eyes?"

   "Yes!" Pan Zhengyi nodded.

   "And then in Gotham City, you ended up remembering 'the other you', hiding in the women's bathroom with makeup? And then... nothing?"

  Pan Xiaozheng sighed: "Then... when I wake up, I will lie in the nursing home, surrounded by corpses."

   "All the memories in the middle are gone?"

   "Yeah." Seeing that Yi Rin finally understood, Pan Zhengyi felt a little better: "You may have a hard time understanding the relationship between me and 'him', and it will be difficult for me to explain it for a while..."

   nonsense, normal people can understand that is called abnormal.

  Irin said something silently in her heart.

   did not interrupt Pan Zhengyi's words.

"When I usually appear, um, 'he' is in a state similar to sleeping. In fact, 'he' should also feel my presence, so many times, 'he' does not go to sleep subconsciously, Unless...you can't help it."

   "This is the origin of his dark circles?"

   "Uh... It's not important." Pan Zhengyi shrugged: "After waking up from the nursing home, I felt... a little different, 'he' didn't seem to be asleep, it was like... gone."

   "No?" Yi Rin's expression condensed slightly.

  Pan Xiaozheng rubbed his messy hair: "No, it's not quite accurate to say that. In short, I'm pretty sure that when I woke up, I didn't take medicine...that 'NT-046'."

  Irin lowered her head and thought for a moment.

   In other words.

  Pan Xiaozheng didn't know at all what exactly happened to Pan Zhengyi's inexplicably accurate intuition in the second main mission.

   A minute later, Irin laughed.

   "Isn't that good too?"

   Yi Rin was referring to the fact that Pan Xiaozheng had completely changed his mind.

   "No, you don't understand." Pan Xiaozheng said with a tangled face: "'He' just feels gone, but he is still there!"

   "What do you mean?" Yi Rin frowned slightly after hearing this.

   "I can't open the Apostle panel!"

  “?”

   "Pan Zhengyi is not here. Apart from opening the storage space, I can't use the apostle panel or skills!"

   "Oh—" Yi Rin understood, pointed at Pan Zhengyi, and said slowly, "That is to say, you are a mobile warehouse now?"

  Pan Xiaozheng: "…"

   He wanted to slam this unattractive guy in the face with a punch.

   But it is impossible to refute.

   "Then go to sleep." Irin waved her hand.

  Pan Xiaozheng: "?"

  Irin chuckled: "Don't sleep... What's the use of you?"

  Pan Xiaozheng: "…"

all in all-

  Pan Xiaozheng is dead.

   Quite suddenly.

   Originally thought it was an online account, but he didn't expect that Pan Xiaozheng had only stolen half of his account, so he couldn't get the complete authority of this body, no wonder he was so depressed and tangled.

Sudden.

  Pan Xiaozheng turned over the storage space silently.

   Suddenly he took out a metal baseball bat from the storage space.

  Irin took a look.

   His eyelids twitched slightly.

  This metal baseball bat is too familiar.

  It is estimated that Li Erpang, who was ravaged by a baseball bat, would be so frightened that two hundred catties of fat would bounce on the spot when he saw this bat.

after all-

   Psychological shadow.

   "You brought this out before you left?"

   After being surprised, Irin couldn't help frowning.

   He remembered that the equipment of those villains seemed to be unable to be brought out of this world.

  【Question Mark Scepter】is like that.

   I don't know why.

  Irin only brought out from Gotham City, and only [Bat Suit Change] and [Bat Motorcycle].

  【Bat Suit ·Change】It's still the kind of tasteless that he can't use.

   Therefore, when Yi Rin saw Pan Xiaozheng take out a stick, this was the reaction.

  Pan Xiaozheng was quite entangled and in no mood.

   just played around for a while, and said casually: "No, I smoke."

smoke?

  Irin: "...? Let me take a look?"

   Pan Xiaozheng didn't worry that Yi Rin would **** the stick, and threw it directly at Yi Rin.

  Metal bats…lighter than expected.

certainly.

   This is also the reason why Irin's strength attribute has been improved a bit.

  Harry Quinn's metal bat is full of potholes, but the end is very smooth, as if it has been carefully polished for many years.

  …

  【Good friend of Harley Quinn】

  【Grade】Epic

  【Restrictions】Strength is greater than 5.0, Luck is greater than 5.0

  【Durable】No wear

  【Effect】Click to view details.

  【Description】Click to view the details.

  …

  “!”

  Irin expressionlessly threw "Harley Quinn's good friend" back to Pan Zhengyi.

   and then said nothing.

   rushed into the bathroom.

five minutes later.

  Irin washed her hands thoroughly, 15 times.

   Walking out of the bathroom, Pan Xiaozheng was still playing with his "good friend" boredly.

   Well, I played for fifteen minutes.

   Is it so fun?

  Irin's face was a little weird.

   "By the way, it's you at the time of settlement... What's your clearance rating?"

After    asked, Yi Rin added: "If you feel inconvenient, don't tell me, don't force it."

   These are the secrets of the apostles.

   Yi Rin didn't think that he had a good relationship with Pan Zhengyi and Pan Xiaozheng.

   He asked this, but it was just some speculation about the previous copy, and he needed to get some information from Pan Xiaozheng.

  Pan Xiaozheng didn't seem to think that this was a big deal, and while tossing "Harley Quinn's good friend" around, he said casually: "Evaluation B, but later upgraded to A, what's wrong?"

  A grade?

  Irin recalled Pan Zhengyi's performance in Gotham City.

  Upgraded to A-level means...

  Pan Zhengyi only has one chance of random reward?

and many more.

   In one lottery, you will get the epic equipment in the trial?

  Irin's eyes twitched slightly.

  's expression was a little blank.

   "That's the same sentence, this is your secret, you don't have to say it. But I still want to ask... Before you can see the apostle panel, you... or Pan Zhengyi, what is the luck value?"

   "8.6, what's wrong? Is it very high?"

   "Not high... You can go to bed now."

  “?”

   "Go away, I want to be quiet."

  …

  …

   In short, this is the little story that Pan Xiaozheng had to tell.

After the    attribute value skyrocketed, there were indeed sequelae.

   Different from the rapid increase of mental attributes, strength attributes and agility attributes increase in a short period of time, which will lead to uncoordinated physical activities.

   After all, this is equivalent to a supernatural power forcibly imposed on the "Apostle", not acquired through a little exercise.

   took a few days.

  Irin is finally familiar with the strengthened body.

   September 9, 2121.

  Irin is in the bathroom.

   Don't get me wrong, it's not hand washing.

  I saw that Irin used blood jasmine to lightly cut a wound on her finger.

  Blood gushing out.

  Irin was expressionless. Instead, he opened the apostle panel and watched the recovery of his health while observing the speed of wound healing.

   "Well, the experiment is almost done."

  Irin finished speaking, then raised her eyebrows.

  咻—

   A finger was cut off.

   Three minutes later.

  Irin walked out of the bathroom.

   After 36 experiments of varying degrees, he probably understood what happened to his body after strengthening the [Dionysus Factor (Incomplete)].

   "Also...I have to send a tube of blood to Mengmeng to test when I have time."

  【Dionysus Factor (Incomplete)】The "unknown side effect" on the description always made Yilin feel a little uneasy.

   But so far, no special side effects have been found.

   It's just, healing ability, although it's not clearly stated in the attribute.

   But after Irin passed 36 trials on himself.

reached a conclusion.

   Healing ability is not without consumption, what this ability consumes is his physical energy.

  The physical fitness of human beings is not digitized on the apostle panel.

   In fact, it cannot be digitized.

   But after several consecutive healings, Irin clearly felt the exhaustion from her body.

   Healed a few more times, and the whole person felt hollowed out.

   This is a little helpless.

   But all in all, [Dionysus Factor (Incomplete)] is worthy of an A-level enhancement, and it is half a level higher than the breathing technique [Murdering Technique] that Irin learned in Guiwu Mountain.

  This greatly improves Irin's survivability.

  Irin put away the blood jasmine.

  I was bored, and Yi Rin opened the mailing list.

   At this time, Yi Rin noticed that Li Changge's avatar had also set "Do Not Disturb" by him.

  Because Li Changge was too noisy before, after setting Do Not Disturb, Yi Rin didn't think of it for a while, so he put the matter behind him.

   Yi Rin opened Li Changge's chat interface.

   After omitting a lot of nonsense in front.

   The last message turned out to be two days ago.

   Contrary to Li Changge's usual style, this message from two days ago was unexpectedly concise.

  There are only four words—

   "Help!"

   (end of this chapter)