[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 138 Eden 26

Several people walked through the metal corridor and followed Tony into the meeting room of the main ship.

Along the way, Ian was full of curiosity, touching here and there, and accidentally broke off the lighting in the corridor.

"Snapped!"

The sound of metal breaking made everyone stop and look at Ian. Ian blinked, silently hid the evidence behind his back, and pretended nothing happened.

The superheroes who have already seen the searchlight in his hand: ...

Tony also sensed something was wrong now, and the first thing he said after arriving in the meeting room was: "What's wrong with the samurai? Did you damage your brain?"

Bruce and Clark looked at each other helplessly. Their meaningful gaze made Tony even more puzzled. His suspicious eyes turned around the pair of the world's best partners several times, and he always felt that there was something shady about them. Crooked trading.

At this time, Ian was once again attracted by the small drone that automatically poured him tea, and noticed that the adults were discussing serious topics that had nothing to do with him, so he grabbed the small drone, but the result was unsatisfactory. Be careful not to use too much force, it will directly crush the poor drone.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and Ian stuffed the smoking drone body under the seat as quickly as possible, and then looked at the three adults innocently, completely unaware of the drone coming out. The smoke was about to set off the smoke alarm.

Ian: "Ahem."

...Damn it, I choked on it.

Tony was expressionless: "...Very well, you have 3 minutes to tell me why the god of death has become a cutie, otherwise you can stay on the fleet to wash dishes and pay off debts. That little drone is not cheap."

Penniless Clark: ...

Penniless Bruce: ...

After explaining.

Soon, Tony sorted out the cause and effect.He leaned back on the chair and fell into deep thought, before he said after a while: "...So, how old is his current cognitive ability?"

Bruce said: "It's hard to say, he just seems to lack the ability to recognize everything around him, which doesn't mean that his thinking ability and mind are at the child's level, which is no different from the original warrior. The difference between them is-now Ian seems to be more curious and willing to interact with those around him."

"We have just brought Ian out of the Gestalt center." Clark said, "We don't know much more about him than you do."

"Have you tried waking him up?" Tony asked, still his main concern.

"Tried it," Bruce said. "I've been trying to wake him up all the way, but it didn't work."

"Then you have no clue now?" Tony spread his hands, "Could it be that we want to settle down here for a few years, and wait for little Vader to find out that he is dreaming?"

Bruce shook his head: "It's very difficult."

The way for a person to discover that the world is unreal can basically be classified into one method, which is to make him aware of the abnormality of the world.

A break of the rules of physics, a distortion of the common sense of life, a sudden abnormal daily event, a flash of dissonance—all of these are based on the knowledge of the real world.

And Ian's understanding of the real world itself is not clear enough. As a scavenger, he was born with only one purpose of clearing anomalies. full awareness.

If Ian is allowed to get used to the current life gradually, the possibility of him waking up will be even lower.

Clark touched his chin: "You mean, as long as something that is impossible in Ian's cognition happens, he will wake up?"

Bruce nodded: "This is the most likely solution."

"Then I know," Clark said.

"I know too." Tony said immediately after Clark finished speaking.

Bruce gave a knowing look.

Then the three of them said the answer almost at the same time: "Destroy the gestalt center!"

Ian is a biochemical man created by Gestalt, and his cognition is limited to everything that Gestalt has given him, and Gestalt is undoubtedly the existence he is most familiar with.

In his long life, the only thing he has done is to obey the instructions of Gestalt and destroy all abnormal sub-individuals. Therefore, for him, if the Gestalt no longer exists, then the meaning of his original existence is also disappeared together.

Maybe this will make Ian realize the unreality of this world and wake up.

However, soon, the conference room fell into silence again.

Destroying the gestalt center - this is simply hell-level difficulty.

"It's hard to estimate based on just a few of us." Bruce said in a deep voice, "We need an army."

Their eyes looked at Tony, and Tony waved his hand immediately and said: "Don't look at me, you have also seen what kind of goods are those crooked melons and dates in the caravan. You only dare to act when you encounter a sub-individual who is alone—a group of cowards who have been scared out of their guts."

At this moment, Ian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "...this ship is very dangerous."

Everyone looked at Ian.

Ian continued: "Something bad is trying to kill us."

Those crew members have been infected by the existence in the shadows, but those strange existences are still hidden in the dark side, hidden on the other side that cannot be perceived by material means, just around the corner, trying to drag the fresh life into the dark expansion of the quagmire.

However, when these words fell into the ears of the three adults, they had a completely different meaning.

They all remembered the crew's attitude towards Ian just now, the extreme disgust, and the hatred that they wanted to kill soon.

——Even though, they were the ones who started the attack, and Ian had never killed any existence other than a Gestalt anomalous sub-individual.

Clark said: "Speaking of this, Tony, do you know that your crew members are conspiring to kill Ian? I just heard their private conversation."

Tony frowned: "I know they don't obey me that much, but I still hope that my warning will make them calm down for at least three days."

"How did you become the boss of this merchant fleet?" Bruce asked.

"...It's nothing, it's just that after their original boss was arrested by the federation because of the star thief problem, he helped them solve some economic and survival problems." Tony said casually, "but they are not allowed to continue to do star thief activities and sell money." The ammunition seems to have moved some people's cake."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "You are very experienced in dealing with this kind of thing, aren't you?"

Tony sneered, and there was a little disdainful ridicule between the handsome brows.

Ian's eyes fell on Tony.

Almost everyone on this ship was infected by "that thing", but on the status bar above the fleet leader's head, the pollution level was a clean and beautiful zero.

...Is his resistance so high?Or, is there something protecting him?

So Ian asked curiously, "Is there anyone protecting you?"

This sudden straight ball stunned the three of them, and they didn't know who Ian was talking to. Tony looked around and pointed at himself: "...Are you talking about me?"

Ian nodded.

Tony laughed a little: "I don't need others to protect me, don't I protect myself enough?"

Ian tilted his head in doubt, and said, "...Really?"

"..." Tony seemed to think of something suddenly, and fell silent for a while, the atmosphere in the entire meeting room seemed to have stagnated for a moment.

Bruce pressed his eyebrows and sighed silently.

Clark's head was full of question marks—he suddenly felt deeply that he was the most out of place in this conference room, and his mood immediately became a little worse.

...Three riddlers, you are amazing, you are lofty!

"Tony." As the only person in this conference room who knew the truth besides Tony himself, Bruce directly broke the dead silence, "We need a room to rest."

In any case, they have already experienced too much today, especially Clark and Ian, who can summarize the experience of this day as narrowly escaped death.

"Let me make sure, all three of you have left, right?" Tony took a deep breath, broke away from his thoughts, and said slowly leaning on the soft back of the chair.

"I'm not." Bruce said calmly, "I'm still connected to the Gestalt network."

"...or you are more ruthless." Tony sighed, "Are you sure that Gestalt will not detect our whereabouts through your vision?"

"No." Bruce said calmly, "It's just a collection. The most important job is to maintain the stability of the gestalt itself, not to monitor the whereabouts of each sub-individual."

"Okay." Tony stood up, put his elbows on the back of the chair and turned the chair around, "There are a lot of empty rooms in this ship, you can just find a place to live-the original owners of those empty rooms have already It was turned into space junk in the last gestalt cleanup."

……

Soon, the three found a place to live in Tony's main ship.

To be honest, perhaps because the Merchant Fleet is really rich, the quality of life and decoration here are more than 01:30 points higher than that of Luthor's Tomorrow, and it can even be described as luxury.

Walking inside the fleet is like walking on a giant luxury cruise ship sailing on the sea. There is no shortage of various entertainment venues. Even the most basic restaurants and kitchens are divided into different ethnic and cultural styles, not to mention shopping centers , field, swimming pool and various party venues.

But now these entertainment venues are basically closed, and only the speakers all over the main ship are still playing rock music loudly, tirelessly.

While walking in the corridor, Bruce stopped suddenly.

He frowned slightly, and reached out to touch the alloy inner wall beside him.

A strange inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind. At that moment, he suddenly felt that the wall was like a door, a switch, a transparent and thin plastic wrap, a space. the barrier--

And on the other side, something with hidden vitality was beating, like the rapid drumbeat and heartbeat.

At first glance, it seems very lively, but after a moment, another moment.

The harsh beeping sounded like a sharp cone piercing through his head, making Bruce grunt.

Clark: "What's the matter, Bruce?"

Bruce: "... something is wrong."

He took a closer look at the wall, but the weird feeling just now suddenly disappeared.

Bruce frowned and glanced at Ian.In his opinion, perhaps Ian was the most sensitive of the three of them to this kind of weird event.

However, Ian didn't respond. He just looked at them and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

"...Go." Bruce turned around and continued walking towards the residential area.

And he didn't notice that after he and Clark set off again, Ian behind them turned his face slightly, stretched out his hand and gently scratched the metal wall.

Accompanied by the silent appearance of a scratch, purple moss grew densely from the cracks.

Ian glanced lightly at the moss.

... It stands to reason that he doesn't know what these weird and dirty creatures are. He has some memories and knowledge in his mind, but these mosses are not included.

But he just knew that this thing was dangerous.

Ian looked at the sanity bar above Clark's head.

In the end, without saying anything, he quickened his pace and followed the two adults in front of him.

And behind him, the dark purple moss that grew wildly outward seemed to be ignited by an invisible flame, and burned out instantly, and the alloy inner wall returned to its original appearance again.