My Cell Game

Jiang Zuo ran out two streets out of breath, and when he looked back, Deadpool was long gone.

The only few pedestrians on the street were talking in a low voice in the direction Jiang Zuo ran from. They didn't know what was happening in a few streets, and they looked like they wanted to join in the fun.

"Finally dumped it."

Jiang Zuo breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and after a little relaxation, the hunger in his abdomen became more obvious, and he felt that he hadn't eaten for a few days after eating dinner tomorrow night.

Not daring to stay in the street, Jiang Zuo ran back to the rental house.

Opening the door, Lolita was sitting on the sofa, holding Jiang Zuo's copycat tablet in her arms, and her two white porcelain legs dangling in the air, biting her fingers, as if watching some cartoon.

Jiang Zuo ignored her and opened the refrigerator. He didn't know why he was so hungry. All he thought about was eating.

There is a pile of bags of milk on the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator, which Jiang Zuo used to buy when he was working at the factory. It was early in the morning, and he returned in the evening for supper.

A bag of milk is only more than two yuan, which is much more cost-effective than ordering takeout as a supper.

The empire’s food delivery industry has not yet developed, and the delivery fee alone is worth seven or eight bags of milk, which is not something that Jiang Zuo’s class can afford.

Jiang Zuo tore open the bag, "gudongdong" twice in front of his mouth, and it was done.

Throwing the empty bag, Jiang Zuo opened another bag...

In less than two minutes, Jiang Zuo had dried four bags of milk, and he had dried one-third of the milk in the refrigerator.

Slightly alleviating the hunger, Jiang Zuo let out a sigh of relief. At this moment, Jiang Zuo suddenly felt a sense of being stared at.

Jiang Zuo turned to look, and saw that little Lolita sitting on the sofa put down the tablet for some time, and was staring at herself in a daze.

To be precise, it's watching the less and less milk in the refrigerator.

Seeing the little Lolita's expression gradually stiffened and tears in her eyes, Jiang Zuo suddenly remembered that this little Lolita seemed to like to drink milk. She didn't go out during dinner at night, so she just drank two bags of milk. Go back to the sofa and play with the tablet.

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Jiang Zuo smiled, scratched the back of his head, and closed the refrigerator door smoothly: "Hey, don't be angry, I'll make it up for you tomorrow."

He was afraid that if he continued to drink it, little Lolita would cry directly and beat his chest with a small fist.

The milk was almost drunk, Jiang Zuo moved a box of instant noodles to the house, put it on the table, and went to the kitchen to boil two pots of hot water.

The feeling of hunger in his abdomen was too torturous, and Jiang Zuo felt a little uneasy. This feeling of hunger seemed to have started to appear after he extracted the helium bowl ethyl titanium.

Do you want to keep eating?

Will it be supported alive?

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Zuo stopped his instant noodles. There was a sense of hunger, but it hadn't become unbearable. In contrast, his life was more important.

"Shu Ran, do you know why I am so hungry?"

Jiang Zuo shouted at the little Lolita on the sofa.

Little Lolita had told Jiang Zuo that her name was Shu Ran, and she didn't know if it was her code name or her real name.

Little Lori shook her head. Suddenly, when she thought of something, she jumped up from the sofa, stared at Jiang Zuo and asked:

"Did you extract the helium bowl and titanium?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zuo didn't hide it.

"What are you doing with it? You won't use it to sell it, do you?" Little Lolita's eyes widened.

Jiang Zuo rolled his eyes. Am I someone who likes money so much?

Okay, yes.

Jiang Zuo likes money, but he is not stupid. He is a worker who sells money with a strategic resource such as helium bowl, ethyl titanium, for fear that the royal family will not notice him.

Jiang Zuo recounted the things on the street, including the introduction of blood death and Deadpool by the virus expert on TV. He also told Shu Ran.

Shu Ran obviously knew a lot more than Jiang Zuo. When she heard the mist of Deadpool, Shu Ran didn't look surprised at all. It seemed that this was the most basic common sense to her.

However, when he heard that Deadpool was starting to kill passers-by on the street, Shu Ran's eyes flashed a rare dignity.

"I couldn't help it at the time, so I extracted the helium bowl ethyl titanium. You said I'm so hungry, I won't be supported alive, right?" Jiang Zuo asked worriedly.

"This is normal. A virus of black crystals is less than one nanogram, but it can transform one microgram of helium and titanium. The poor quality naturally needs your body to make up for it.

So you need to eat a lot of things, extract the essence from the food, to make up for the loss of the body caused by the extraction of helium and titanium. "

"Oh, that's good." Jiang Zuo was relieved, as long as it wasn't a bad thing, he could still pay for the food.

After finishing half a box of instant noodles, Jiang Zuo gradually felt full. He stopped eating and rubbed his stomach.

Shu Ran also jumped off the sofa and ran to Jiang Zuo barefoot, staring at Jiang Zuo's right hand.

On Jiang Zuo's right hand, the light spot of the helium bowl and titanium gradually dissipated, and the powerful force in his palm gradually dissipated. Jiang Zuo could feel that his hand was returning to normal.

Jiang Zuo lay halfway in the chair, and began to remember what had happened just now.

His own **** death, and the death attendant attacking others tonight, made Jiang Zuo think seriously for the first time—

Is the one-in-a-million incidence rate claimed by the royal family true?

Or, at the time, the incidence was one in a million, but over time, the incidence of blood death has gradually increased?

If you think about it, it is very possible that Nanyang City has a population of only a few hundred thousand, but there are ten judges on the surface.

Jiang Zuo faintly heard the rumors that the training of judges requires the consumption of helium bowl ethyl titanium, and helium bowl ethyl titanium can only be extracted from the corpses of **** patients and dead waiters.

From the perspective of supply and demand alone, if the incidence is really one in a million, can the local diseased deadpool in Nanyang City provide the helium bowl and titanium for cultivating ten judges?

To be able to train ten judges, the amount of helium and titanium is certainly not a small amount. Could it be that the incidence of hemorrhagic death has risen to a very high level?

Then why did I never notice it?

Jiang Zuo frowned, and he felt more and more that the royal family had concealed some key information.

Jiang Zuo integrated every piece of information he knew, and began to speculate in his mind:

"The incidence of blood death has exceeded the royal family's estimation. In order to avoid panic and conceal the true information, the royal family deliberately played down the existence of blood death in public opinion?"

Recalling the royal family's report on blood death, Jiang Zuo remembers the only time it was a popular science conducted by a virus expert.

Since that time when the virus expert popularized science, there has never been any report about blood death and Deadpool on TV, and the official has never announced the incident of Deadpool assaulting people.

All ordinary people, including Jiang Zuo, know about blood death, but they are only limited to knowing the concept.

Because everyone usually has no exposure to blood death, whether there are related reports and information, subconsciously, they all feel that blood death is too far away from them, and some people even forget that there is blood death in the empire.

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