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After placing the locator in the mother's office, Shen Siwei and Kreiter set off for Z City in the West District.

Distorted monsters run rampant at night, and many strange birds fly by in the sky.The circling pigeons disappeared, and the owls foraging became the protagonists.

Dodging a bat that suddenly appeared, Clay pulled up the flight altitude, looked at Shen Si, who had never closed his eyes and rested, and asked, "If you can get out of control, is there anything you want to do?"

Shen Siwei thought about it carefully, and moved his lips lightly: "No."

Whether it's joining Nightingale or finding Mo Lin to settle accounts, these are things to come.

He wasn't sure if he could get out of control, and it didn't make much sense to think about it now.

In comparison, he cared more about Amor's whereabouts.

Although the two don't know each other or even met each other, Shen Siwei has read Amor's diary and knows the story of him and his lover, so he is somewhat worried.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Claire asked again.

Shen Siwei lowered his head and looked at his wrist. The molecular material had repaired the scar, and there was no trace of being scratched by the knife.

"It doesn't hurt." He said as he adjusted the angle of the back of the chair, "I'll rest for a while, and I'll replace you during the day."

In the afternoon of the next day, towards evening, the two finally arrived in City Z in the West District.

The refugees haven't come out yet, and there are only a few people on the street.A deformed hyena was wandering in the alley, accidentally triggered the store's defense system, and was sieved by bullets.

The craft landed next to a bombed-out building with a small barber shop on the ground floor.Although the store is empty, the three-color light box in front of the store is still blinking.

"This is Malcon's store." Kreit led Shen Siwei into the store through facial recognition.

"His side job is a barber?" Shen Siwei looked around, only to see that the barber shop was full of tools, and he couldn't see any relationship with mechanics at all.

"No." Kreit said, "Do you know why barbershops hang red, white and blue light boxes?"

Shen Siwei shook his head, he only knew that this seemed to be an industry rule.

"Because in ancient Rome, someone invented bloodletting therapy, but people at that time thought bloodletting was dirty work, so they handed over this kind of thing to barbers—using their razors. So barbers are equivalent to surgeons of that era, Red for arteries, blue for veins, and white for gauze."

"...So that's how it is." Shen Siwei said, "So Malcolm is flaunting himself as a surgeon."

"That's right." Kreiter used facial recognition again, and took Wei Shen to the basement, "After sending him the agreement yesterday, he went to the tree of life. Now he is on his way here, and he should arrive soon .”

The basement is divided into left and right parts, the left is the living room, and the right is the studio, which is much larger than the upstairs.

Shen Siwei was about to visit the studio, but at this moment, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Malcolm, who was wearing pilot goggles, hurriedly walked downstairs.

"Yo, negotiator." He took off his goggles and greeted Captain Shen Si, "Thank you for the agreement."

Shen Siwei didn't answer, but nodded slightly.

As Malken walked into the studio, he said to Kreiter, "Why did you abduct him again?"

Kelet raised his eyebrows: "What is abduction?"

"Every time he comes down to carry out a mission, he ends up turning his elbow towards you." Malken muttered to this point in a low voice, then raised his voice, and said to Wei Shen, "Negotiator, let's scan your body first."

Compared with Dr. Chen's laboratory, Malken's studio is much simpler, with electronic parts piled up in a mess, which is a true experience of old ghosts.

Shen Siwei consciously lay down on an operating chair similar to a dental chair, but at this moment the chair suddenly adjusted its angle, and he immediately wanted to sit up vigilantly.

"Don't be afraid." Kreiter stood beside the chair, pressing on Shen Siwei's shoulder, "He's switching to scanning mode."

The deep smoke made people feel reassured for some reason, Shen Siwei nodded, and lay down again.

Not long after, the sound of the scanner sounded, and a real-time perspective image soon appeared on Malken's computer.

"Did you see it?" Malken frowned, pointed to the screen with the tip of the capacitive pen, and said to Kreiter, "Here is a chip."

Shen Siwei subconsciously turned his head to look at the screen. The omnidirectional scanner did not affect the perspective view because of his movements, so he saw a chip the size of a fingernail on the part where the back of his head was connected to the spine.

"Can you take it out?" Claire asked.

"Let me see." Malken touched the chip with the tip of his pen, dragged it aside to zoom in, and saw countless sophisticated circuits on the chip, which looked rather complicated.

Malken leaned closer to the screen to look at it for a while, then sighed, and said to Kreiter, "I can't take it."

He circled a few places with the tip of his pen: "Do you see these interfaces? They are connected to his nerves. If you want to take them out, you have to complete the surgery to repair his nerves at the same time. The difficulty is too high."

Clayte folded his hands on his chest and looked at the screen in silence.

Shen Siwei had been mentally prepared for a long time, but he was not particularly disappointed."What is the main function of this chip?" he asked.

"Look at the part connected to the interface, it should allow you to force sleep." Malken touched his chin and carefully observed the direction of the circuit. "It is also connected to the part of your body that controls movement, but this part has not been activated."

"What do you mean?" Kleite frowned and asked, "They can still control his behavior?"

"It looks like this, it should not be successfully developed for the time being." Malken said.

Kleite looked at Shen Siwei, with a little fear in his tone: "So your superior doesn't want to wake you up because of finding someone, because the experiment hasn't been completed yet."

Shen Siwei couldn't help feeling a little scared, if it wasn't for Amor, maybe when he woke up again, he would no longer have his own thinking.

He asked again: "Can this chip also control my hair color and eye color?"

Malcolm looked at the screen for a while, then shook his head: "It's only connected to your brain, it can't directly control your hair and eyes."

"I see." Shen Siwei exhaled, "It really is."

His hair color and eye color are not controlled by the center console, but controlled by his own brain like magnetic particles.

The center console first sends instructions to the chip, and the chip then sends instructions to his brain, which indirectly changes his hair color and eye color.

The reason why his eyes turn red when he kills is because his adrenaline is soaring, and his brain unconsciously changes the color of his pupils.

That is to say, from the beginning to the end, he can control his body, hair and skin independently, but mistakenly thinks that only the center console can control it.

Thinking of this, Shen Siwei closed his eyes, his heart moved, then he opened his eyes and looked at the two of them: "What color are my eyes?"

Malken showed a surprised expression and leaned back slightly, but Kreit was much calmer and replied: "Red."

Shen Siwei's heart skipped a beat again, and he asked, "Where's my hair?"

Kreit raised one eyebrow: "Kill Matt Blue."

He doesn't like the color.

Realizing this, Shen Siwei returned to his original chestnut-haired green eyes.

On the other side, Malken quietly touched Kreit with his elbow, and sighed in a low voice: "Fuck, your wife is a chameleon."

Kreit lowered his eyes and glanced at Malken, and Malken immediately fell silent.

Shen Siwei pretended not to hear, and asked Malken again: "Then there is no way to solve this chip?"

Without waiting for Malken to answer, Kreit said, "Ask your master."

"That's my plan too. But," Malken showed a embarrassed expression, "she's going to squeeze my labor force again."

"Let her find me." Kreit said.

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Malken changed his sad expression and snapped his fingers: "OK."

Malken stayed in the studio to discuss the structure of the chip with the old ghost, while Wei Shen followed Kreiter to the living room on the other side.

The size of the living room was similar to that of Kreiter's room in the dungeon. Although it was small in size, it had all the necessary furniture.

"Are you worried?" Claire asked.

Shen Siwei shook his head: "If you don't have expectations, you won't be disappointed."

Claire: "Yes."

The two sat down on the loveseat, and Kreit turned on the TV.However, when he was selecting the program, he paused and asked Shen Siwei, "Do you think I'm naive?"

The topic came a little suddenly, and Shen Siwei immediately realized that Kreiter was concerned about what he said "I don't like immature men".

After thinking for a while, he said, "Childish. How grown up I want to ride the Ferris wheel."

Kleite frowned when he heard that, and looked at the TV screen silently, but judging from the constantly changing TV channels, he should be quite upset.

Shen Siwei laughed.

Kleite turned his head to look at Shen Siwei: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Wei Shen suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's really interesting to see the brat get angry."

Klett narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you kidding me?"

Shen Siwei wrote lightly: "Aren't children just for teasing?"

He knew it would piss off Crait by saying that, but who was that cute to make someone angry?

However, Shen Siwei forgot that this person is not a real kid, but a beast with a bad temper.

As soon as the words were finished, without waiting for Shen Siwei to react, he was slammed onto the armrest of the sofa by Kleite.

"You don't know if I'm young or not?" Klett asked with a frown.

"I know." Shen Siwei pretended not to understand the meaning of Kleite's words, and said leisurely, "You are thirty this year."

The implication is that you are younger than me.

Kleite looked down at Captain Shen Si, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay."

He suddenly regained his usual calmness, but Shen Siwei had a bad premonition in his heart.

In the next second, his face was suddenly blank, and the mask came into Kleite's hands.

Now it was Captain Shen Si who was in a hurry, he quickly reached out and said, "Kreit! Give me back the mask!"

The sudden shortness of breath made Chen Siwei's face flushed, but he lost his mask and his fighting strength instantly dropped to zero, so he had to pant for breath, staring at Kreiter and saying, "Are you naive?!"

"Childish." Kleite admitted generously, "Are you still a brat if you don't make trouble?"

"You!" Shen Siwei simply stopped stretching out his hand, calmly breathing.

His original intention was just to save his energy, but he didn't know if his actions turned into giving up resistance in Kleite's eyes. Kleite raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to cry again?"

"I'm crying??" Shen Siwei was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath, "If you dare, return the mask to me and see who is crying."

Kleite smiled softly, put down his hand that was raised in mid-air, and said in a soft tone: "Okay, I'll return it to you."

But he didn't hand over the mask to Wei Shen, but gradually stopped his movements, staring at Wei Shen's lips motionlessly.

Shen Siwei suddenly realized that something was wrong, looking at Kleite's expression... it seemed that he wanted to kiss him.

After realizing this, he even forgot to grab the mask back, and his brain fell into a brief shutdown.

But at this moment, Malken suddenly pushed the door open: "Boss..."

The sticky air suddenly disappeared, Kleite came back to his senses, returned the mask to Lieutenant Shen Si, and then stepped aside.And Shen Siwei didn't know why he felt guilty, and after sitting up, his eyes drifted to the other side unnaturally.

Malcolm looked at the two inexplicably, wondering why the two were a little innocent?

My boss was not surprised, but I didn't expect the negotiator to do the same.

He put away his strange thoughts, cleared his throat, and said, "Take out the chip negotiator may die, do you want to take this risk?"