[Form of the Flesh of Vision] Completed the second peak breakthrough!
Your current Flesh of Vision awakening level is 70%
You spend 65% of the extra awakening level to make a breakthrough. The evaluation of this breakthrough is: Good luck
Your specialization with the highest percentage is [Shennong Technique 96%].
Your inheritance is [Form of the Flesh of Vision·Endless Consumption]
Evolving... Evolution completed.
You have activated the inheritance skill [Endless Depletion] (this skill does not consume the skill bar)
[Endless Depletion]:
Use the skill to release Flesh of Vision spores. After infecting the target, "Flesh of Vision offspring" will proliferate on the surface of the target at a high speed, continuously eroding its body and spirit. During the erosion, the target gradually loses itself; after the erosion is completed, the target is transformed into an absolutely obedient clone.
Note: It can only be released against flesh and blood creatures. Each time a clone is created, the main body will be temporarily weakened; if the clone is destroyed, the spirit of the main body will be backlashed; if there are too many clones, there is a risk of being overwhelmed by the huge hive consciousness.
"This skill feels very evil, a bit similar to that "Heavenly Dao Purple-Veined Ganoderma"."
Chen Jin Currently has no plans to experiment with this skill, and the strange creatures in the midnight do not meet the requirements of "flesh and blood creatures".
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Chen Jin took off his blood-stained police uniform and put it aside, revealing his strong figure. He carried the uncle who had been awake for a long time but pretended to be sleepy in the corner and walked out Dongxing Restaurant.
The rising sun rises in the east, and the hot red sun rises.
Looking eastward, the sky meets the earth and the clouds dissipate.
"Ren Tu, where does this peer of mine work?"
"Direct West Gate Police Station."
A line of small characters flashed across Chen Jin's iris.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the dust on Direct West Gate Police Station's old windows, casting a few light spots on the mottled concrete floor.
The duty room smelled of overnight tea and cheap cigarettes.
Chen Jin stepped on his feet and staggered into the office. He only wore a black vest from Personal Mark casually on his upper body. The collar was loose and the blood-stained Type 95 Police Uniform jacket was missing.
"Chen Jin!"
Before his butt even touched the chair, a low growl came from behind the desk opposite.
The old policeman Zhang Jianguo, the old scalper in the police station, had a stern face and knocked his knuckles heavily on the table, making a dull "dong-dong" sound.
"Where did your kid go wild last night? I couldn't find you in the patrol shift in the middle of the night! I didn't ask for leave! Do you still have some organizational discipline?" Zhang Jianguo lamented, "Young man, you can't be so lax! Our office..."
He paused as he scolded him, and his cloudy old eyes widened even further. Only then did he notice that Chen Jin was almost shirtless, and that crucial police uniform jacket was missing.
"You... where are your clothes?!" Lao Zhang's voice rose an octave higher, with disbelief, "Police uniform! Where is your police uniform?!"
Chen Jin scratched his head. There was no shame on his face. Instead, he looked a little lazy as if he had just woken up. He said very bachelorly, "It's broken. Lao Zhang, do you have a spare set in the cabinet? Let me wear it first."
His words were not loud, but they were particularly clear in the relatively quiet office in the early morning.
In the corner, the back-office policewoman Xiao Wang, who was lowering her head to organize documents, subconsciously raised her head when she heard the sound, and her eyes happened to fall on Chen Jin.
Under the black vest, he has a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders, and the muscles of his arms, chest and abdomen are smooth and strong. They are not overly stretched, but contain a sense of vigor and strength like a cheetah.
Xiao Wang's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly lowered his head, twisting the corner of the document unconsciously with his fingers, but he still couldn't help but glance over there from the corner of his eye.
"Borrow?! Are you still reasonable after it's broken?!" Zhang Jianguo almost laughed at his attitude, and continued to type sadly, "If it's broken, you don't know that it can be repaired and worn for three years?"
These young people nowadays don't know how to live frugally!
That's a police uniform! Throw it away just as you want?
Where was it lost?
What if you are picked up by some blind criminal, pretending to be a police officer and cheating, can you bear this responsibility?!"
The saliva almost hit Chen Jin's face.
Chen Jin seemed not to have heard this barrage of criticism, which went in one ear and out the other.
He easily pulled an abandoned duty record form from the table, folded it flexibly with his fingers, and folded it into a pointed paper airplane in a few clicks.
Holding the paper airplane in his hand, he looked past Lao Zhang, who was blowing his beard and staring in anger, and aimed with interest at the figure with red ears in the corner. There was a faint playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was taking aim, considering throwing this "hidden weapon" over.
His appearance of not caring and even wanting to have some fun made the old policeman Zhang Jianguo feel tight in his chest, feeling that all his words and thoughtful words had been fed to the big white dog at the entrance of the alley.
Zhang Jianguo is still spitting here and there, starting from the traditional virtue of diligence and thrift, to the basic requirements of caring for public property, and then to the serious issues of police image and discipline style, he wants to scold all the water in Chen Jin's mind.
At this moment, the old-fashioned landline phone in the office made a harsh ringtone, interrupting Lao Zhang's unilateral output.
"Hello! Direct West Gate Police Station!" Zhang Jianguo grabbed the phone angrily, his tone still filled with anger.
But the next second, the expression on his face froze.
His brows raised suddenly, his eyes widened, and the fingers holding the receiver tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white.
"What?! Say it again?!" His voice suddenly rose, filled with unbelievable horror, "Overnight?! Dozens of corpses?! Scattered in locations?!"
The words "dozens of corpses" were like ice picks, instantly piercing through the smoky noise and triviality of the police station in the early morning.
Xiao Wang, who was still blushing in the corner, suddenly raised his head, the blood on his face faded, leaving only shock.
The air in the police station suddenly solidified.
Chen Jin's fingers that were preparing to eject the paper airplane stopped in mid-air.
The laziness and playfulness on his face faded, and his eyes became sharp.
While Zhang Jianguo was still on the phone in shock confirming the details and had no time to think about anything else, Chen Jin quickly closed his eyes, seemingly squeezing his brows, but actually he was deeply focused and retrieved the summary information from "Ren Tu" about Yanfu Walker's death last night.
Lines of cold data washed through his consciousness like a waterfall.
Fifty-nine!
It's just the first midnight. It's still the "designated duel" mode that eliminates half of the players every night. It's just the initial free hunting stage.
One hundred and sixty-four Walkers from all sides, with various strange inheritances, and at least all of them had experienced Yanfu Event several times. In just a few hours, as if being harvested by an invisible sickle, their number dropped by more than one-third.
This death rate was much higher than he had previously expected, and gave off an unusual smell of blood.