The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 56 Luxury Sightseeing Train (7)

As soon as they stepped out of the door, two gun barrels were pressed against their temples.

Lian Xinyi raised his hand reflexively.

If this thing accidentally goes off, he will definitely die in the simulator on the spot.

Although you won't actually die, being shot is a very embarrassing way to exit.

After all, in the simulator, only being swallowed by a secret spirit is considered true death. All other ways of death are considered as the end of the game and you will be forced to log out of the game.

Su Ninglong squeezed out of the door sideways.

She didn't want to be in this room.

Spiritual power must be calculated carefully and used sparingly, after all, he is only at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage.

If he could break through the foundation-building stage, he would have more means to deal with the mysterious spirit in the room, and he wouldn't have to avoid the two flight attendants in front of him.

Thinking of this, she secretly clenched her fists, she was still too weak.

"Don't move." The police officer's gun barrel trembled slightly. "If you move again, we will shoot."

"Are you really train police?" Su Ninglong tried to remain calm and chuckled, "Train police wouldn't put guns to passengers' heads."

The two flight attendants looked puzzled.

One of them is middle-aged and the other is young.

The middle-aged police officer had a serious face. He glanced at the equipment under the bulletproof vests of Su Ninglong and the other man. The nano protective suits shone with a metallic luster under the light.

This kind of nano-equipment, which is not cheap, usually only appears in extreme climates, not to mention the repair fluid hanging around their waists, the price of a single bottle is equivalent to an ordinary mercenary's weekly commission.

After Su Ninglong finished speaking, she closed the door with her backhand, her movements smooth and fluid, as if she was a passenger who had boarded the bus in broad daylight.

The two officers exchanged glances, their guns unconsciously lowering a few inches. "The system shows you're not on the passenger list. Who are you?"

Su Ninglong narrowed her eyes. Do they have the authority to check the guest list? Isn't it a bit exaggerated that the train police on the sightseeing train are armed with guns?

The behavioral response seems reasonable, but it feels weird.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively, "The train crew system and security system have separate authority. How did you confirm the passenger list? Why not contact the conductor directly? As long as he's willing to answer your question, we won't hide anything."

The two flight attendants were stunned for two seconds.

It seemed that no one expected that Su Ninglong could make a calm verbal counterattack under the pressure of a gun.

The middle-aged conductor put down his gun and contacted the train conductor in front of them.

He swiped his wristband to light it up, and Su Ninglong tilted her head seemingly unintentionally, her eyes sweeping across the call number jumping on the screen.

The other armed police officer's Adam's apple rolled, and he pursed his lips. "Don't move, or you won't be polite. Put your hands up."

Lian Xinyi: "I kept my hand raised."

The young policeman frowned, "I know, I'm just repeating it."

The call was not connected, and the middle-aged conductor tried to call a second time, but still couldn't get through.

The entire corridor suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"That doesn't make sense. The signal is strong, so why can't I get through? How about you come? My bracelet might be broken."

The young police officer put down his gun and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

I called for the third time, but got a busy tone.

Su Ninglong crossed her arms, tapping her fingers gently, as if thinking, "The cockpit is right up ahead. It's so close, can't you just go find the conductor?"

"The front is a private business car, you can't enter casually."

"You, as the train police, can't do this? The conductor can't be contacted. Maybe there was an accident. We need to handle this matter specially."

The middle-aged conductor nodded and said, "Go find the conductor. I'm here."

The young conductor opened the aisle door next to him and went to find the conductor.

When there were only three people left in the corridor, something unexpected happened.

The middle-aged conductor who stayed behind suddenly attacked fiercely, and the butt of his gun, accompanied by a strong wind, struck Su Ninglong's temple.

Lian Xinyi was startled and instinctively stepped back, then stopped abruptly.

He thought that Su Ninglong was a girl and he couldn't let her face the murderer alone, so he rushed forward again, but Su Ninglong was faster.

The girl's soft hands pierced through the opponent's gun butt like a snake.

"click"

Suninglong hooked his two fingers into the trigger guard, and used his right thumb to accurately push open the magazine latch.

The moment the magazine fell, she lightly lifted her toes and kicked the silver metal magazine to the other end.

Before the middle-aged conductor could react, Su Ninglong had already held his hand and completed the final shot.

The bullets reserved in the gun chamber were wrapped in a silencer, turning into muffled groans and embedding into the ceiling.

The conductor simply dropped his pistol, rushed forward, and struck with his fists so fast and fierce that the sound of them breaking through the air could be heard.

As soon as Su Ninglong's right palm touched the fist wind, the wrist bone made a "crackling" sound that made his teeth ache and dislocate.

The sharp pain shot up along the nerves to my head, and tears flowed from the edges of my eyes.

She stumbled backward and bumped into the wall of the carriage.

The second punch followed, grazed her earlobe, and made a dent the size of a bowl in the alloy car wall.

Under the gloves of this flight attendant, there are not human hands, but mechanical limbs.

Don't talk about martial ethics.

Su Ninglong turned around and reached for the holster on his waist with his left hand, ready to draw his pistol and tell the conductor the truth.

Before she could display her martial virtue, a blue arc of light suddenly lit up at the edge of her vision, and the stun gun in Lian Xinyi's hand was pressed against the back of the conductor's neck.

The conductor who was not wearing a nano suit could not withstand the power of the electric baton and fell to the ground convulsing.

Lian Xinyi took two steps back holding the stun gun and looked at Su Ninglong, "Is your wrist okay?"

"It's okay, you're quite smart now." Su Ninglong exerted force, and "click", pushed the dislocated wrist bone back to its original position.

Spiritual energy flowed, and warmth surrounded the wrist bone. The injury was still very painful, but it did not affect movement, and it would pass if I endured it.

"After all, we... still have to save people, right? Should we leave now?" Lian Xinyi said anxiously.

"No." Su Ninglong took his electric baton, rotated it into an arc of electricity in his palm, and hit the conductor twice to make sure he would not wake up.

"We are rational and mature people. We must not forget the importance of last-hitting."

Lian Xinyi seemed to be able to smell the smell of burnt protein. What a poor flight attendant! He could have offended anyone else but Su Ninglong, the Wolf Mistress.

Su Ninglong quickly searched the conductor's body, looking for his ID, weapons, and a notepad hidden in his pocket.

The ID shows that he is a security officer of GU009.

He opened the notepad and read: "Carrier 999, volunteering to participate in a social experiment, aboard the luxury sightseeing train GU009, providing protection."

The note pen and the goatee's were the same model. "This is probably a mercenary posing as a flight attendant."

Su Ninglong threw the ID to Lian Xinyi, grabbed the flight attendant's belt, and pushed him into the room.

Lian Xinyi looked around to keep watch for Su Ninglong.

Once everything was settled, Lian Xinyi said, "Sister Su, Mo Gui and the others are dying. Let's hurry." Lian Xinyi had already contacted Lei Qingya. "You should worry more about yourself. Didn't you notice? You have an extra hand on your body," Su Ninglong said abruptly.

Originally, Su Ninglong didn't notice anything unusual about him. Once mental pollution begins, many unusual things will become "normal."

In the area contaminated by mysterious spirits, "normal" is actually an abnormal thing.

Until she noticed that Lian Xinyi's left and right body were asymmetrical.

This made her alert that they must have been in the contaminated area.

But for some reason, they could still see trains running "normally", but could not find any trace of ominous aura.

When Lian Xinyi lowered his head, he felt a strange tingling sensation on his collarbone.

A third arm pierced through the nanosuit and emerged from the seam of the bulletproof fiber suit. Pale knuckles dangled beside the tactical belt.

"Oh my god. When did it grow out?" Lian Xinyi grabbed his arm and tore it apart desperately.

But he felt as if countless roots were growing wildly in his chest, and his ribs were groaning under the heavy burden.

Lian Xinyi pulled it, and it twisted Lian Xinyi's soft flesh in return. The two sides seemed to be caught in a fierce battle between two weaklings.

"Sister Su, what should I do? Have I been contaminated? Is it too late to quit now?"

Su Ninglong: "..." What's the use of just talking? Why don't you just quit?

Since Teammate Xin was a righteous man, Su Ninglong decided to help him this time. "Don't move."

When she reached out to touch Lian Xinyi, before she got close, the parasitic arm suddenly jumped up, and the five fingers spread out like reverse-jointed spider legs, and the black nails scratched five silver scratches on the wall of the carriage.

Lian Xinyi's right hand was pressed against the wall, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand bulged into a purple spider web.

The one who wanted to touch him was Su Ninglong, but it ended up attacking him as the host.

The word "poor man" flashed through Lian Xinyi's mind.

Su Ninglong touched his earrings with her fingers, inputting spiritual power, spells quickly surged out, and golden light enveloped Lian Xinyi's whole body.

In an instant, "Ahhh..." Lian Xinyi screamed in pain, holding onto the wall miserably, his back bent like a shrimp.

He seemed to hear the crackling sound of a crustacean shedding its shell deep in his spine.

The spell traveled along the carotid artery, turning into a golden chain that wrapped around the parasitic arm.

With every inch of tightening, Lian Xinyi felt more pain, and black mucus continued to seep out from the connection with the parasitic arm.

The spell and the arm competed for the body. Lian Xinyi, as the master, had no control at all and could only let the two use his body as a battlefield to attack each other.

The girl quietly observed his reaction, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she felt sorry for him, but her pity was only on the surface and did not penetrate deep into her eyes.

More like an indifferent outsider, watching the white mouse struggle.

When the last spell penetrated the parasitic arm, it fell to the ground like a gecko with its tail cut off.

The spell was slightly more effective, forcing the enemy back. However, the earrings also withdrew, one of them turning to dust.

Just as Lian Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief, the parasitic arm that fell to the ground flipped over and jumped up flexibly, trying to return to the host.

Su Ninglong stepped on the air with his tactical boots, and a flash of spiritual fire fell.

As soon as it touched the arm, it immediately curled up, but it did not burn like the hunger bondage.

Su Ninglong's clear black eyes reflected the firelight, and "bang", she shot at the crack on its palm.

The bullet penetrated the crack, the palm fell apart, and the arm shattered, completely losing its vitality.

At this moment, Su Ninglong's handsome image overlaps with the girl who saved them under the dark sky, which makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

Lian Xinyi's jaw dropped shut automatically. Luckily, he had saved his life. He decided to cling to Su Ninglong and follow her lead from now on.

He looked at the arm parts scattered on the ground, and Lian Xinyi asked cautiously, "When was I contaminated and deformed? When I was close to the mirror?"

“While dancing on stage.”

When the mirror is pressed against the door, it's actually okay. When the light from outside shines into the room, the room does not change.

Only when the door is closed and a "door" is formed, does the space change.

There is a monster imprisoned in the room, but the monster has been "sealed" and the pollution is not strong enough to cause people to become deformed so quickly.

The ominous atmosphere that appeared on the stage was different. It was in full view of everyone, but there was no trace of it.

"What do you think the secret spirit on the train is?"

Lian Xinyi knew the answer to this question: "Thousand-Handed Spirits. These secret spirits are the most common, but also the hardest to eliminate. They always find various ways to hide."

Su Ninglong smiled and said, "You've learned quite well."

Unlike grade six, the basic knowledge can be forgotten in a short time.

Lian Xinyi felt a little smug when Su Ninglong praised him.

The corners of his mouth that had just curled up suddenly flattened. He came to his senses and realized what he had to be proud of. He was almost twenty years old and had been hunting online for several months. It would be strange if he didn't know about the Thousand Hands Spirit.

"After joining the Star Alliance Cyber ​​Hunter Organization, I deliberately learned a lot about secret spirits." Lian Xinyi tugged at his light blond curly hair. "To tell you the truth, I dropped out of the Star Alliance. I couldn't stand the hardship of the later training at the Star Alliance Academy, so I dropped out."

"Hard?" Su Ninglong had never seen forced training in the Star Alliance.

"You'll understand later." Voluntary rolls and passive rolls are two different things.

Students at the Star Alliance Academy before the age of twelve can only serve in logistics and develop correct values.

Who dares to let children be model workers?

After the age of twelve, hell begins.

"Well, pay attention to the people around you. If you see a dwarf chef, let him know." Su Ninglong said to Lian Xinyi.

Then walk forward while flipping through the documents of the owner of the monster room.

Celine, date of birth (55 years old), female, unmarried.

You can tell from the profile photo that she is overweight, has a quadruple chin, and a bulging face.

His skin was a sickly pale color, his light blond hair was thin and wispy, and he had redness and swelling under his eyes.

The ID and the ID holder together were very heavy. Su Ninglong opened the ID holder and found a piece of letter inside.

Su Ninglong unfolded.

To my rose, Nana: Do you remember our first meeting? When your eyelashes fluttered in the mist of tea (the ink here shows traces of repeated tracing), I was convinced I had found something more eternal than starlight. The curve of the second joint of your left pinky finger, holding the cup, was like a holy angel's wing, captivating my heart. My love can no longer be limited to correspondence. I wonder if I'll be fortunate enough to invite you to join me on this journey. I look forward to your reply.

At the signature section, there was a simple sketch of a man with a goatee and a top hat.

Su Ninglong was annoyed by the corny love letter.

She suddenly missed the unpleasant singing of drunk bar patrons; at least it didn't give her goose bumps.

The carrier 999 should be Ms. Celine.

But what exactly does the carrier refer to? Does it refer to the combination of Celaina and the secret spirit?
How much pain must it have been endured to be artificially transformed into a monster.

That goatee guy deserves to die. No wonder he deliberately stirred up trouble and plotted against her and Lian Xinyi going on stage.

It seems that he is one of the participants who knows the inside story.

Even if Zhisuan No. 1 didn't set a deadly trap for him, she would still put an end to this evil with her own hands, otherwise she would not feel satisfied.

Revenge is the way of her, Old Ancestor Su.

(End of this chapter)