Chapter 101 Alien Blood Man

Mo Qiong returned to the apartment with his clothes and belongings.

Here, there is no signal for mobile phones, but there is wifi here.

"Oh? Can I go online?" Mo Qiong was stunned, watching his phone automatically connect to the free wifi in the apartment.

He found that the Internet was very smooth, and he could log in to foreign networks, whether it was video sites or forums, as well as portal networks or social platforms.

"It is obviously restricted, but I can actually go online. No, I can't forcefully break through the network blockade here?" Mo Qiong was surprised.

Just as he was secretly surprised, a person came to his side and put his arm around Mo Qiong's shoulders.

"Brother, what's your name?" The visitor was the Chinese man before, cheerful and looked like a normal person who was familiar with others.

"Mo Qiong." Mo Qiong had just arrived, and the other person was so polite, so he naturally wouldn't reject him.

The man smiled and said, "Your name is quite rare... I can't do that, my name is Zhang Wei."

Seeing that Mo Qiong didn't react, he was not embarrassed, and he took Mo Qiong's arm and walked to the fifth floor with him.

"You can surf the Internet and play games here, no problem, but you can't send messages anyway." Zhang Wei said.

Mo Qiong's heart moved and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He could watch some videos online smoothly, and thought he had broken through the network blockade. Now it seems that he could watch them.

"Show me." Mo Qiong said.

Then Zhang Wei skillfully took the phone and operated it for Mo Qiong to see.

It was obvious that the network was normal. He could browse, log in to his account, and download things, but he couldn't upload anything, post on the forum, or leave private messages. Typing itself is normal, but the things sent out will not be left on those forums and websites.

He can even play mobile games with people in society, but he can't chat or communicate, and can only rely on tacit understanding to play.

"You can only watch and play, but you can't change any text or images on the outside network."

"Is this a restricted network? For some divers who don't like to reply or talk, this actually doesn't change anything."

Mo Qiong watched Zhang Wei log into his own account and peek at his friends bragging in the group. He was happy, but he couldn't reply. He could only dive and watch silently.

Those friends also mentioned him, saying that he was online every day but ignored people, didn't show up, and didn't know what he was doing.

Mo Qiong thought to himself that if he did it himself, those texts would definitely be sent out and posted on any website or platform.

But if he did this, the technical department that imposed this kind of network restriction would definitely find an abnormality.

Luckily met Zhang Wei and knew about this, otherwise if he sent a message or something, even if he just changed his personal signature, it would probably be exposed and hit.

"Well, that's it. In Jie, if we stay at home a little, it's actually a good life. You're new here, you'll get used to it slowly." Zhang Wei returned the phone to Mo Qiong and said.

This guy is a chatterbox. Even if Mo Qiong doesn't say a word, he can still chat happily.

Zhang Wei said, "I've lived here for half a year, and no one in this building has lived there longer than me. I'll introduce you to the residents here later. Let's not talk about foreigners. We are very familiar with our own people. I guarantee you will be surprised."

"Let me tell you, the people living in this area... are all weird! Very strange! They speak well and the food is delicious. I don't want to go back."

He spoke in a rhythmic and open manner, which made people unable to be distracted.

It seemed to make sense, but if you listen carefully, it was mostly nonsense.

Can ordinary people live here with restrictions? At least like him, they are infected with some abnormal effects.

Sure enough, Zhang Wei asked, "Why did you come here, buddy?"

"I can't drown." Mo Qiong said.

Zhang Wei waited for a while, then said in surprise: "It's gone?"

"It's gone, isn't that enough? Not drowning in the water, no need to breathe, not afraid of water pressure, isn't that bizarre enough?" Mo Qiong said.

"What are you? Do you know why I've been living here for half a year?" Zhang Wei laughed.

Mo Qiong was speechless, thinking that he was locked up here for half a year, and he was still proud?

Without waiting for Mo Qiong to make a joke, Zhang Wei said to himself: "They said I was infected by... Shukebeta515..."

Mo Qiong couldn't help but corrected: "Is it Beta515?"

He had heard Luo Yi call the wood carving Alpha 531, with the Greek letter α as the prefix, so what Zhang Wei said must not be Shukebeta, but β.

"Oh, that 515 is a big mosquito. After biting me in the middle of winter, the bump hasn't disappeared in half a year." Zhang Wei rolled up his sleeves and saw a big mosquito bump on the upper side of his right elbow, as if it was just bitten.

"Then what?" Mo Qiong asked curiously.

Zhang Wei danced with joy and said, "Hey, they say that mosquitoes can infect human blood with a meme, and memes are contagious. Don't worry, you will only be infected if my blood is injected into your blood vessels. Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you eat my blood."

Mo Qiong almost pushed him away, but he was relieved after hearing the second half, thinking that the people in the Blue and White Society were not stupid. If Zhang Wei was a source of infection, it would be impossible for him to live with everyone like this.

"The magic is coming! This meme will transform blood into another fluid, which is different for everyone. Mine is cuttlefish soup." Zhang Wei said happily.

"Ahem!" Mo Qiong choked suddenly, and his eyes almost popped out.

Zhang Wei hurriedly stroked Mo Qiong's back and said, "You don't believe it? If you don't believe it, I'll give you a taste!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his other hand, and saw a band-aid wrapped on his index finger.

He tore off the band-aid directly and squeezed blood out of the wound that had been broken countless times and had not healed.

No, he was not squeezing blood, but warm cuttlefish soup.

Mo Qiong didn't even need to taste it, just look at the color and smell it...

"Mo...Mo...Cuttlefish soup?" Mo Qiong's calmness was instantly broken, and he felt that his three views were refreshed.

"Won't you die?" Mo Qiong was going crazy. He stared blankly at Zhang Wei's finger, where the wound was dripping with cuttlefish soup. Zhang Wei didn't waste it at all, and stuffed it into his mouth, sucking it with relish.

"I won't die. They said I can live the way I want. Cuttlefish soup completely replaced my blood, just like normal blood, and there is no discomfort at all. But if too much soup flows, I will die from excessive loss of soup. At that time, I have to add cuttlefish soup. Oh, it can't be too salty or too light. Anyway, I have to stew it according to the skills in my body." Zhang Wei said while sucking his fingers.

Mo Qiong took a deep breath and was really about to kneel down.

Obviously, it was just like when he was in the water for no reason, his cells didn't need oxygen.

Zhang Wei's body was inexplicably flowing with cuttlefish soup, and there would be no problem. It was estimated that when he ate and slept, the hematopoietic function in his body was making soup...

"Why would this happen... Your blood is cuttlefish soup? This is ridiculous..." Mo Qiong couldn't even imagine such a thing. In his mind, even the supernatural that Luo Yi said only made him imagine that he would not drown, burn to death, fly, and hit the target every time.

However, the so-called containment effect they mentioned can actually have such a weird and completely inexplicable situation that even mythology and magic cannot describe.

Unreasonable, playing with logic, subverting common sense, Mo Qiong was completely confused.

Zhang Wei laughed and said, "Ha, how can I know why? I am a descendant of Yanhuang, but the blood flowing in my body is not Chinese blood, but cuttlefish soup! Where can I go to seek justice?"

"I..." Mo Qiong scratched his head and felt his scalp tingling.

Zhang Wei even continued, "There are two people who were bitten like me and live here. One tasted like hot pot base, I didn't taste it, and the other was isatis root, which is very familiar and really has medicinal uses."

"It's really different for everyone. Several of their D-level personnel also tried to be bitten by big mosquitoes, and some even flowed hydrochloric acid and venom."

"Now we are all collectively called alien blood people."

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P.S.: Sorry. Many people say that I am always sorry and not domineering enough. Well, because I don't delete the book reviews, you guys are almost bullying me like a bullied wife. I can't help it. Sorry, it's force majeure.