MTL - I Can Extract My Identity and Join the Death Game-Chapter 4

The owner of Chengping Martial Arts Hall has atrophied limbs since childhood, and even his daily life can only be carried out with the help of devices. This is a well-known thing in Lanzhou City. Just kidding, it makes no sense not to know about this.

So the nature of things suddenly changed.

It used to be at most a normal change between martial arts halls, but now it has become a lot of healthy and powerful adult men in Zhenshan martial arts hall forcing a disabled minor to give up the ancestral plaque. Speaking of martial arts, even the most basic principles of life are gone.

Bai Kaishan realized that the disciples behind him seemed to be shaking, and his heart sank.

Before he came, he first did a psychological construction for the disciples, told them that the places in the martial arts hall should be reserved for the capable ones, and then drew a picture for them after obtaining the official places in the martial arts hall. You and I are both angel investors. Let them ignore the injustice of the matter itself.

If Zhao Yecang scolded, it would only arouse the idea of ​​​​these self-interested guys share the same hatred, but now this silent protest makes them start to reflect on what they have done.

Bai Kaishan knew that this could not go on, and immediately said in a deep voice: "The establishment of the martial arts hall was originally to improve the physical fitness of the people of Dayu and cultivate a martial spirit, but now, you are in the position of the martial arts hall, but you do not seek employment. , then it's the right thing for me to replace the martial arts hall in town. What's more, isn't the owner of the Su hall planning to sell the martial arts hall? Isn't it just right for us to take over this place?"

Bai Kaishan's high-sounding words still do not make sense if he insists on careful study, but originally everyone just needed a name, so the disciples behind him responded one after another, and some even persuaded Zhao Yesao to take the initiative to give up the place in the martial arts hall. That's the smart move.

Zhao Yesui was not surprised. He didn't think that just relying on moral condemnation could make mankind give up the benefits that were about to come.

The weapon of criticism is inferior to the criticism of weapons, and it has always been the case.

This is probably the real killer move.

There is no doubt that if the name is cancelled, even if the physical Chengping Martial Arts Hall still exists, the Chengping Martial Arts Hall will also cease to exist, which also means that Zhao Yesui's mission is about to fail.

Rejection means failure, but if you enter the ring, with this specific weak and sickly body, is there a chance of winning?

Zhao Yesui was silent for a moment, and suddenly said to Bai Kaishan: "Who is my opponent?"

"it's me."

A dumb man with an inch head came out and looked at Zhao Yesao calmly: "Zhenshan Martial Arts Hall, Chen Wu."

"I understand."

Zhao Yechuang nodded slightly, and under the gaze of Huang Jiming who was hesitant to say anything, he said, "I'll take the kick this time."

"But I have one condition."

Chapter 7 Saying so, you look down on my steampunk juggernaut?

"Mingyuan, you are confused!"

After Bai Kaishan and his party left, Huang Jiming sighed for a while, and said to Zhao Yeshou: "Don't you want to sell the martial arts hall? Then just give them this name. Go to the ring, they will start. Neither light nor heavy, something might happen!"

"Isn't that good?" Zhao Yeshou chuckled and said, "If I am severely injured in the ring, the plaque is smashed, and the martial arts hall is disbanded, then I will be disheartened and sell the martial arts hall. Isn't it a matter of course? What other neighbors would talk too much?"

"This..." Huang Jixian obviously didn't expect Zhao Yesui's brain circuit to be so peculiar. He was stunned for a while, and pondered: "It seems, it seems to be such a reason..."

"But what are you going to do, Mingyuan? You can't bring steam equipment in the ring, or do you intend to admit defeat?"

Zhao Yesui didn't think of this. In his opinion, since steam has spread to all aspects of people's lives, isn't it normal to bring a steam chainsaw sword, steam bolt gun, etc. during a duel?

Seeing his puzzled look, Huang Jiming couldn't help being shocked: "Mingyuan, you didn't agree because you thought you could bring equipment, right? But it's against the rules!"

"The arena is a sacred place for dueling. The competition is about each other's martial arts. If you can bring auxiliary steam equipment, it will be completely changed, and in the end, it will only become the pursuit of equipment with higher power and higher output. , that's totally irrelevant to a duel."

So, you look down on my steampunk juggernaut? Two guys wearing complicated devices, carrying chainsaws and swords and holding bolt guns that are comparable to Gundam, start a battle with sonic booms. Isn't it much more exciting than two sissies holding swords and slashing?

Real men just want to pursue thick (larger caliber) large (higher power) hard (higher strength) mouth and teeth!

After sending off the worried Huang Jiming, Zhao Yesui looked at the door that was slowly closing and sighed lightly.

That look, can't be wrong, that Bai Kaishan's white pavilion owner looked at him at first, not looking at opponents or enemies at all, but looking at dead people.

In other words, he didn't come to kick the gym, but to kill.

"So, what the **** did the original owner of this body do? Hey, so many people spend a lot of time just for him..."

Zhao Yeshou shook his head, turned his wheelchair back to the room, took a piece of rice paper from the bookshelf, and began to draw something that only he could understand.

Huang Jiming, Shangqing Building, Zhenshan Martial Arts Hall, this is the "watcher" that Zhao Yesui knows so far.

Among them, Huang Jiming and Shangqinglou are obviously a group, and the Zhenshan Martial Arts Hall seems to be here only for the official martial arts hall quota, but if this is the case, there is no need to be so aggressive, and the timing of the visit is also A bit too coincidental.

Zhao Yejia had a vague guess in his heart.

Maybe the same force is standing behind them?

So, why did Su Mingyuan, or Chengping Wuguan, encounter such a situation?

"This time travel really doesn't talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes. According to common sense, we have to arrange a memory playback. No matter how bad it is, we have to have some memory fragments..."

So far, Zhao Yesui's knowledge of Su Mingyuan has come from some records revealed in the diary, as well as the descriptions of others. In addition to knowing that Su Mingyuan has a sister who is not by his side, he is a mysterious steam engineer. Nothing else.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yesui suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have seen any photos of Su Mingyuan's family, not even Su Mingyuan himself.

Is it not there, or is it not around?

After pondering for a while, Zhao Yeshou rolled up the rice paper and put it aside, and turned the wheelchair to find the materials he needed.

"The competition system and rules of the arena, the relevant laws and regulations on the number of places in the martial arts hall, and the so-called "kick-off" order, these are the information that needs to be obtained urgently, and the reason why Chengping martial arts hall and Su Mingyuan were targeted can be a little later, one is because It has nothing to do with the current situation for the time being, and the second is because these are definitely not information that can be obtained easily."

After rummaging in Su Mingyuan's room and study for a long time, Zhao Yesui finally found the information he needed from the pile of old papers.

"For a martial arts trial, both sides wear unified armor. If they are fighting, they will use standard weapons. If they are fighting, they will wear standard handguards. Steam equipment is not in the category of equipment that can be worn."

That is to say, the exoskeleton device Zhao Yesui is wearing now cannot be worn at that time, which leads to another problem.

How is he going to stand on the ring?

Seeing this, Zhao Yesui thought seriously about a question.

Steam equipment can't be brought, what about wheelchairs?

Presumably the person who made this set of rules did not expect that a disabled person in a wheelchair would one day stand in the ring.

In addition, the regulations on the number of places in the martial arts hall and the role of the kicking order are the same as what Huang Jiming said, but the promulgation of the so-called kicking order requires the approval of officials of the third rank or above to be effective. In other words In other words, there is at least one big man behind the kicking hall of Zhenshan Martial Arts Hall this time to support them.

The reason is very simple. If they were able to get in touch with a big man of this level before then, why couldn't they even get the qualifications for a formal martial arts hall?

"Three-rank and above, that is, the governor, in the present world, it is an official above the provincial level... Good guy, as for such a character to compete with a small broken martial arts hall, a minor disabled person?"

Zhao Yejia only felt that this matter seemed to be shrouded in heavy shadows, and if he was a little careless, he would be shattered to pieces.

But he is not Su Mingyuan, so he doesn't need to think about what happened after this, as long as he survives these seven days, the future has nothing to do with him.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to find a way to deal with this kick, whether it is an out-of-the-box move or an indiscriminate duel, in short, you have to win.

Zhao Yejiao proposed that the condition for agreeing to the duel is to delay the duel time, but Bai Kaishan finally agreed to give Zhao Yejiao three days, so Zhao Yejiao had to find a way within these three days.

When thinking of this, Zhao Yejia couldn't help but look at his left hand.

On the skinny palm, there is an invisible black mist.

Yes, the authority to control life and death was also brought here. Although it has not accumulated enough to kill a person due to the reason he just used, Zhao Yejia knows how to quickly replenish it.

After a long silence, Zhao Yeshou shook his head and closed his hands.

Chapter 8: The silent stare in the middle of the night

After searching for the history of the Xiachengping Martial Arts Hall without any results, it was already late at night.

Most of the Chengping Martial Arts Hall was explored by Zhao Yesao, and it was confirmed that there was no such thing as surveillance. In the end, there was only one place left.

That is Su Mingyuan's creative workshop.

Built in the underground of Chengping Martial Arts Hall, Su Mingyuan usually stays there, which is one of the reasons why the aboveground part of Chengping Martial Arts Hall is almost deserted.

Zhao Ye put on a lantern, hung it beside the wheelchair, came to a pillar with a metallic color, glanced at the combination lock on it, and shrugged noncommittally.

He really didn't know the password, but four of the nine buttons above were badly worn, and even the numbers above were worn away, so it seemed self-evident what the password was.

Zhao Yesui put himself into the role of Su Mingyuan. If he was sitting in a wheelchair, the password he would choose was...

"mountain elf-"

As Zhao Yesui entered the password, a sound of steam rang out, and the flat floor in front of him began to sag, turning into a ramp with a gentler slope.

Zhao Yesui turned the wheelchair and drove into it. According to common sense, he pressed the button beside him, and the lights came on, illuminating the entire workshop as bright as day.

Although he didn't know anything about steam skills, when he saw the magnificent machine tool and a series of equipment operating in an orderly manner amid the roar of the steam engine, Zhao Yesui was still shocked by this phenomenon that had long since disappeared on earth.

When he came to the workbench, he saw a device somewhat similar to the exoskeleton device he was wearing.

"This should be the lower limb exoskeleton mentioned earlier in the diary, right?"

Zhao Yesui tried to put the lower limb exoskeleton on, and then briefly tested it, and soon found that it was not a work of the same level as the exoskeleton on his hands.

"From power to fit and appearance, it doesn't look like the work of the same author."

Zhao Yesui thoughtfully took off the thick and hard exoskeleton device and came to a conclusion.

"So, this lower limb exoskeleton is made by Su Mingyuan himself, while the upper limb exoskeleton is the work of others."

Afterwards, Zhao Yesui searched the entire workshop. Although he found many useful props, none of them could be used in the duel three days later.

"As expected."

If it is said that the current crisis can be solved just by looking for something, it would be too despised for this punishment scene.

Zhao Yesui returned to the ground with the exoskeleton of his lower limbs, and continued to perfect the painting he drew during the day in the room. He didn't stop writing until midnight and lay on the bed with clothes on.

"I didn't expect to be involved in this kind of thing just by helping others to get out of it as usual, but that girl should also be a player? Then why did you come to me for relief? Because this kind of scene brings pressure?"

After sorting out all the information from "work" to entering the scene, Zhao Yesui gradually let go of his mind and closed his eyes.

*

Just when it was hazy, a very thin thread at the head of the bed was silently snapped, and Zhao Ye opened his eyes abruptly.

Naturally, he not only simply probed the Chengping Martial Arts Hall, but also set up a series of early warning traps. At this moment, according to the sequence of the broken threads, he could quickly analyze the trend of those who came out.

"His speed is very fast, he seems to be familiar with Chengping Martial Arts Hall, and he doesn't hesitate. The lobby, the dojo, the courtyard, the study... This is going straight to the bedroom where I am at the moment."

The visitor is not good.

I deliberately chose a time in the middle of the night to invade the martial arts hall, naturally I didn't come to visit.

And Zhao Yesui had to make a choice.

Fight, flee, or...

It was also at this time that Zhao Yesui saw the white mist floating in the room by the moonlight. They were dissipating at an extremely fast speed. Before that, Zhao Yessang did not smell any strange smell. They were not found to exist.

"The smellless white mist that dissipates very quickly, the intruder with strange whereabouts... If it is to kill me, there is no need to pass through the martial arts hall at all, it will leave too many traces, and now I start wearing the exoskeleton It's too late..."

Between lightning and flint, Zhao Yesui had already made a choice.

He closed his eyes again, and began to adjust the frequency of his breathing and the increased heart rate due to his nervousness. At the same time, he put on the crossbow placed under the quilt in his right hand and waited quietly.

After giving up vision, in the silent night, hearing has been greatly extended.

He heard the creaking of the door being pushed open, but not the footsteps of the trespasser.

Therefore, Zhao Yesui can only judge what the intruder is doing at the moment based on the sound of the intruder interacting with the object.

"The sound of the pages rubbing, he should be flipping through the diary."

"The sound of the rice paper being unfolded should be looking at the picture I drew."

"The sound of metal crashing, the lower-limb exoskeleton I brought back."

"..."

With the memory of the day, Zhao Yesui was able to guess the intruder's behavior at the moment, but the other party suddenly disappeared, as if it disappeared out of thin air.

"The last place to make a sound was the nightstand and he was looking at the upper extremity exoskeleton that I put there, so he should be at..."

Zhao Yesui sighed in his heart and thought calmly, "...looking at me."

Although he couldn't see it, Zhao Yesui could imagine that at this moment there should be a man in black who could not see his face standing by the bed quietly looking down at the "sleeping" him, like a nightmare.

Creepy.

These ten seconds were as long as a century. At such a close distance, Zhao Yesui could feel the other party stretch out his hand and probe towards him.

Zhao Yesui continued to maintain steady breathing, relaxed his right hand to an unconscious state, and waited for the final judgment.

Finally, the other party lifted the quilt and saw Zhao Yeshou's hand crossbow hidden under the quilt.

Just when Zhao Yeshi thought that the fish would die and the net would be broken, the trespasser chuckled and said to himself, "Ha, so it's here."

No sound after that.