Walking forward slowly against the inner corner of the wall, Lin Xiang's movements were very light and slow.

The naked, naked body completely merged into the darkness. Every step out, starting from the tip of the toe, the skin instantly simulates the environment in microns. This faint transformation, which is only one hundred thousandth of a millimeter, spreads rapidly to the entire body. He is like a completely transparent invisible person, stepping into the outpost from the corner of the wall, appearing behind a window or a crack in the open door, peeking into all the secrets that can be seen with his eyes.

It was very cold at night in the desert area, and no one walked back and forth in the space inside the wall. Lin Xiang approached a window with constant light changes, and saw more than a dozen soldiers with neat looks sitting. In front of everyone, there was a TV set at about 30 o'clock. I don't know if it was a live broadcast or a video. On the screen, a middle-aged man with obese body, hair combed backwards and combed backwards, and an iron-gray lapel coat, with a majestic expression, with a bulging belly like a pregnant woman, and loudly read a long speech in his hand. His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of irresistible loudness and passionate rhythm. Whenever he talked about key points or sub-sections, he would involuntarily straighten his body, raise his right hand and clench his fist, raising his arms and shout: "Long live the great national socialist party, and long live the great democracy," he said.

Deafening shouts came from the TV, spreading rapidly among the soldiers watching the show like a virus. Countless mouths were shouting out the words of Yatong, and occasionally the names of the great leaders were heard. Although there were not many people, the enthusiasm for fanaticism and worship made people unable to help but want to tremble and shrank. They squatted down and flashed like ghosts from the underside of the windowsill. In just two seconds, they had crossed the corner of the camp and approached another brick house adjacent to it.

In the rooms with different functions, soldiers wearing dark green combat uniforms were sitting in rooms with different functions. Some were resting, while others were wiping weapons or busy with their own private affairs. From the perspective of giving out the breath, there were five low-level psychics with level 2 strengthening ability. They did not notice Lin Xiang's existence at all. If a sudden attack was launched at this time, everyone would be killed off guard.

The thinking consciousness spreading from the brain space is like an invisible giant net, completely covering the entire outpost. According to the guidance of consciousness energy, Lin Xiang visited every room one by one, forcing the information of all soldiers' figures, appearances, appearances, etc. Even if every word they talked to each other, time passed minute by minute. Although the knowledge of each person's names, military ranks, and positions was not very detailed, it was enough to basically grasp the composition of the entire outpost personnel. From it, it eliminated the components he didn't need in sequence," filtered layer by layer. Half an hour later, Lin Xiang had approached an independent bungalow on the southwest side, held his breath, and silently waited in the depths of the shadows that could not be reached by the lights.

The lights are on in the room, and you can hear the footsteps walking back and forth. Judging from the sound and pace, there is only one person in the room. This is completely consistent with the detection results of Lin Xiang's consciousness energy. What you need now is waiting and opportunity.

The door was not locked, and it was lightly opened, silently and silently. Under the bright lights in the room, a young man, who was about twenty years old this year, sat at the desk, looking at the books on the table with concentration. He noticed the cold wind brought in from the outside of the door wall. He frowned in displeasure, took a pencil from the shelf, clamped the gap between the middle of the book page. He pushed the chair and stood up, closed the door casually, and latched the iron bolt heavily.

This series of actions took no more than ten seconds, but it was enough for Lin Xiang to walk into the house from outside the house. "Standing by the closet quietly, staring silently at the young man who returned to the table to continue reading.

Li Jiajun and Li Zixiang belong to different systems in the Red Republic Army respectively. As regular personnel of the field troops, Li Jiajun is very familiar with the internal organization of the Republic Army. According to his statement, guarding the guard forces between built-in cities and external villages one by one, which are reserve forces with relatively weak combat power. The squads stationed at each pass at each pass are rotated every three months, and after returning to the regiment and battalion-level system, "all soldiers will be included in the regular combat sequence.

This rotation system is very similar to the new recruits in the old era. Even soldiers who have received combat consciousness indoctrination in the training cabin still need to engage in a series of complex processes such as material familiarity, information collection, etc. in the real environment. They have indeed regarded combat less as instinct, but the synthetic life that has just walked out of the training cabin is just a juvenile body whose mind consciousness has not yet been fully opened. They also need to grow. The three-month familiarization period is to complete the final development of the brain under patrol, alert, gun maintenance and a complete set of instructions and slogans. The meaning of rotation warning lies in this.

Lin Xiang is a recognized hero in the minds of survivors of the old era. Although it is not clear why the great leader can create a symbolic image far exceeding reality, no one can replace Lin Xiang's position in the Red Republic Army. Due to various factors such as politics and military, a certain number of "Lin Xiang" will appear in the armed organization of the Republic Army at all levels. They replace ordinary soldiers as captains, platoon leaders, battalion commanders and other middle and lower-level officers. This is also the real reason why Liu Yuchen and many skeleton knights first met, everyone thought that Lin Xiang was "that person".

He has no name anymore, only "that person", as a general and vague synonym.

The young man in the room was "that person". He stood next to the closet, more than three meters away, looking at "he" who was lying on the table and studying carefully, Lin Xiang felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The air is like a mirror, revealing "he" to me.

It is difficult to tell who is whose shadow is who is who? Who is the real subject?

"He", his eyebrows exactly the same as mine, his straight and straight nose, his thin and soft lips, his black eyes with firm eyes flashed.

"He" is me. And I...

...It is never possible to be "him".

Thinking of this, a cold and ferocious gaze suddenly flashed in Lin Xiang's eyes. He turned sideways, and his body became blurred in an instant, and he quietly approached the figure with his back to him at a speed that could not be observed by the naked eye. At this moment, the young man who was focused on reading suddenly felt something wrong with the atmosphere around him. He was about to look up, but he felt an irresistible force, and he held his neck hard from behind. "The throat was crushed heavily, and the forced sealed trachea could no longer inhale oxygen, nor could he exhale a large amount of gas accumulated in the lungs, nor could he shout for help. When he held the palm of his head, his palm suddenly exerted force, twisting the entire head at the opposite angle to the side, making a crisp "1 crack". The last image that stayed in his pupils was, except for fear and surprise, Lin Xiang, who was standing quietly in front of him with his body.

His body collapsed softly on the chair. "He" opened his eyes wide and looked at the sky board in a daze. Finally, he looked at the corpse with the same gene as him. Lin Xiang recorded clothes from the deceased as quickly as possible, put them on, and at the same time, a few minutes later, a new "young officer with no difference in appearance from the deceased has sat at the table instead of his original owner.

The naked body was dragged to the washbasin. Lin Xiang opened his mouth and took out a two-centimeter-long hose from under his tongue. He pulled out a fighting knife from the belt hanging on the wall, and cut a small mouth on the left cheek of the corpse, which was twisted by fear. The tip of the knife was tilted and slowly expanded the wound. Because the heart was not pounding and compressing, the blood flow of the human body in the dead state also completely ended. Only red muscles were accumulated under the broken wound. Pull out the bottle plug at the seal of the hose and carefully poured the dark gray liquid inside on the surface of the wound. After doing all this, Lin Xiang inserted the corpse's head and feet upside down and stuffed it into the toilet next to it. He held the corpse's gradually getting cold ankles with one hand, and stared silently.

His eyes were like a black lake, and there was no wave. In less than thirty seconds, the head of the corpse had obvious signs of softening. As if he was exposed to some kind of strong corrosive agent with a melting effect, the corpse's head began to soften and turned into a drop-shaped droplet. This terrible and weird change quickly spread throughout the body, shoulders, chest, arms, and pelvis that supported the body was no longer hard, and the muscles attached to its surface began to decompose. Just like pieces of fragile metal soaked in aquarium, shrinking and softening rapidly at an outrageous speed. The skin and fat had all rotted into dry substances like rags, unable to bear their own weight, and they fell off from the surface of the muscles. It felt like a piece of lard suddenly encountered heat, which dissolved into drops of fishy, ​​thick and nauseating liquid under the baking of invisible flames.

Five minutes later, the whole body had basically dissolved, leaving only a pair of barefoots inserted in the middle of the toilet. They were gradually swallowed by a ball of dissolved substance spreading upside down from below the knee at a speed that could be distinguished by the naked eye. After a slight explosion of bubbles of "Ji Li Gu Yi" it completely disappeared forever in the porcelain toilet with a thick black gray liquid. It has to be admitted that Sut Land Walker is indeed the craziest guy in human history. He perfectly interpreted another meaning of the word "doctor" in a new way. Saving death is indeed the doctor's duty, but the corpse after the death of patients is their best experiment.

Rand Walker has no understanding of biological changes in the process of decay and decomposition of the human body. He successfully extracted parasitic viruses that like to eat scavenging meat to change their internal tissues, so that the phagocytosis effect can be exponentially increased, and created a body fluid that can be used to act through the dead in a short period of time. By accelerating division, the group will increase dramatically and swallow crazily. When the external nutrients are consumed, the cells in a hungry state will collapse quickly because they cannot be maintained and eat the cells to fill when they need them, and let them starve to death when they are not needed. In Rand Walker's words, "This is the best manifestation of human power to rule other organisms." "Brush"

In the arid northwest region, flushing toilets are obviously a very luxurious existence. Looking at the corpse residue quietly moving and sinking in the center of the vortex water flow, Lin Xiang once again developed an unforgettable deep understanding of "drought".

All material scarcity and lack are only a common concept for most people. As long as you have power and have the power to rule everything, preciousness and scarcity will always exist in the dry explanation in the dictionary. When the people are so thirsty that their lips are burning and dying, the supreme ruler can still enjoy the luxury of taking a bath. This is privilege. There has never been any so-called "equality for everyone" in this world.

This is a myth and lie that exists in illusion and is used to anesthetize nerves and thinking.

Killing yourself is indeed very strange.

He rolled up his white shirt sleeves and stood in front of the wall mirror. He memorized it according to his memory. He had just stuffed it into the toilet by himself. He used scissors to slowly trim his hair into a perfect fit.

The genes of "his" come from himself. Apart from the uncontrolled basic appearance factor of hair, the rest can be completely overlapped.

All the cut hair was burned in a concentrated manner. Before sneaking into the sentry, Lin Xiang had carefully considered every detail that might appear. It is the best choice to impersonate "that person" and hide himself.

After taking a look at the small electronic clock on the table, the hand had just crossed 20:06. There was still some time before the lights were blown out to be able to initially adapt and familiarize Lin Xiang to his new identity.

Open the drawers and cabinets, officer certificates, personal identification cards, individual communicators, weapons and equipment. Name: Lin Zhao number: gs0076331

Blood type:a

Position: 36th Supplementary Soldier Training Camp, Captain of the 27th Division of the Sixth Brigade.

In addition to these, the home page of all documents is printed with a side avatar of a middle-aged man with a smile and confident expression. The background color is red all over the body. Below the avatar is a whip and a moss stick crossing to form a circular pattern of the character "Ten". Next to it is a neatly printed Chinese character with different contents.

"Defeat capitalism and imperialism."

"Follow the footsteps of the leader of the Jingda and be the guardian of the red flag bearer",.

"The great leader Comrade Jin Tianzheng will live forever and live forever, and will live forever, and live forever, and live forever, and live forever, and live forever, and live forever, and live forever, and live forever."

The number of inserts for the officer certificate is as many as fifteen. Except for two or three pages, the identity information of the holder is recorded, the rest are densely printed with various slogans.

Lin Xiang frowned slightly.

The name on the officer's certificate is only one word ~ ​​"Lin",.

This was not a mistake or intentional relic. He had read other attached documents, and there was only one word "Lin" in all the name column items, which represented the surname, but was not a double-character name that was used to by Chinese people in the old era.

Perhaps, this is just an informal collective name. Only "gs0076331" in the numbered column is your real name code.

Li Jiajun said that the Red Republican Army has created countless self. Relevant information from the Skeleton Knights and the "Redeners" group also proves that "that person" can be seen on all battlefields. As for whether the number "gs0076331" means that the number of Red Republican Army copied itself has exceeded 76,000 more than 76,000 people?

Thinking of this, Lin Xiang couldn't help but shudder.

It's funny, absurd, and terrifying.

It is obviously unrealistic to call all so many people Lin Xiang. However, as a hero who coexists with the glorious image of the great leader, he must also have a catchy name. Digital codes such as "gs0076331"" can obviously only be used within the army. Since he is a soldier with a special identity, he must contact the outside world and may appear in front of the people at any time. It is enough not to use the full name, but only the surname is used as a general term.

Commander Lin, Captain Lin, and Commander Lin, as long as he knows that "that person" is surnamed Lin, all titles can have the same meaning.

After figuring this out, he did not bring any thoughts and sensory pleasure to Lin Xiang at all. He only felt that his heart was getting heavier, like a volcano brewing with death and violent energy, which could erupt at any time.

This is not about worship or admiration, but about making fun of yourself like a toy. Even as a hero, it is an insult to personality and consciousness of existence.

His eyes gradually touched the book on the desktop.

Turning over the cover, the thick and hard paper page also has a side image of a middle-aged man who is smiling and confident. The title position directly below is extremely eye-catching in the black font~ "Leader Quotes".

After a few pages, Lin Xiang closed the red cover book hard and never wanted to take a look again.

Books like this were once popular in the past that was even longer than the old era. Regardless of whether that era truly created glory and civilization, the blind obedience that was worshipped by hundreds of millions of people as omnipotent gods has far exceeded the scope of thinking that normal people can understand.

No changes were found in the captain's hut, nor were there any abnormal situations that Lin Xiang had to deal with in the reserve plan.

When the cover of the night gradually shrank from the end of the horizon, the wake-up call sounded on time, and a light red halo appeared in the horizon, Lin Xiang, who had finished washing up, put on his uniform, military boots, pushed open the closed door, and walked into the empty outpost courtyard.
Chapter completed!