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In the dim light, Han Ming saw a man who described himself in Sichuan dialect as having "slanted eyes." The man, with his hands behind his back, feigned an air of mystery and asked, "Are you looking for this?"
Noticing the man's furtive demeanor, Han Ming suddenly recalled feeling watched from the back door while climbing the mountain earlier that afternoon. He scrutinized the man before him and asked cautiously, "Do you know what I'm looking for?"
"Are you involved in this?" The man glanced around and made a gesture as if mimicking a gunshot, adding, "People from Guerrilla Military?" He seemed somewhat wary of Nair and, before Han Ming could respond, self-deprecatingly remarked, "Never mind, I might have misjudged."
Han Ming did not answer immediately; he was pondering how to respond to get a truthful answer. The mention of Guerrilla Military indicated that this person likely had something they needed.
Seeing the man appear ready to leave, he hurriedly replied, "Yes..."
"Oh." The man brightened up, stopped in his tracks, and moved closer to Han Ming. "I have what you need; follow me."
Since Han Ming was not very familiar with the area, he welcomed the chance to find his way with this man's help. He casually replied, "I haven't eaten yet."
"Don't worry; come with me, and you won't miss out on food and drink."
"What's your name?"
"Zhong Neng."
"Zhong Neng..."
"An uncommon surname, right?"
"Not really. I have a police friend named Zhong Xuan."
"Zhong Xuan?" Zhong Neng halted and looked at Han Ming intently. "Zhong Xuan is a police officer?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"He has an older brother who used to work for Guerrilla Military. However, he went missing during a relocation long ago." Zhong Neng's eyes were filled with melancholy and solitude. That lonely figure truly resembled Zhong Xuan.
"You resemble a friend of mine," Han Ming said. After a moment, he asked, "You mentioned you have an older brother named Zhong Xuan?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me how he went missing?" Han Ming thought it would be better to pass the time with conversation, allowing him to learn more about this strange person.
"It's a long story, all thanks to that damned war. My brother went out and never came back; the war took my parents as well..." Zhong Neng sighed. "It's better not to dwell on it; thinking about the past is painful."
"Have you never tried to find him?"
"Where would I look? At that time, smoke filled the air everywhere. There were corpses everywhere, and those infected creatures were running around, even eating people. We barely survived the war, only to be threatened by those terrifying mutated beings." Zhong Neng sighed heavily again. "Fortunately, the military intervened, using vast amounts of manpower and resources, along with flamethrowers, to burn and kill those virus carriers. They managed to save one-third of humanity. Although the Earth was left in ruins, as long as there are humans in the future, we can surely restore human civilization."
Han Ming responded thoughtfully. He had initially seen this man as just an ordinary roughneck but was surprised by his hopeful vision for the future and rich imagination.
After their brief interaction with Zhong Neng, he secretly resolved to return and ask Zhong Xuan if they were indeed brothers. That would be wonderful.
Zhong Neng led Han Ming through several winding streets until they finally stopped at a dimly lit building. Listening to the faint sound of keys jingling, Han Ming felt a sense of nostalgia; it reminded him of the slum where he lived.
Under the light, Zhong Neng's dark face was illuminated by his bright eyes. He smiled sheepishly and said, "My home is a mess; don't laugh when you see it."
"You don't have a robot?"
"A robot? That's something only wealthy people can afford—like you. At first glance, you seem like someone with a remarkable background; you must be wealthy and influential."
His simple rural speech had an old-fashioned feel. Han Ming felt as if he had entered another realm, one filled with a primitive atmosphere. He nodded slightly and smiled as he stepped into the truly chaotic house—teasingly saying, "I'm not wealthy; in my city, almost every family has a robot."
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the room inch by inch. At first glance, it looked like a beggar's nest, and there was a strange smell in the air that caught Han Ming's attention. Frowning and sniffing, he asked, "What do you have in here?"
"This is precisely why I brought you here; follow me."
Han Ming continued to follow Zhong Neng inside and subtly signaled for Nair to wait outside.
Neatly arranged vessels lined the room, some containing human organs that could be seen partially hidden within them. This shocking scene made Han Ming stop in his tracks, a chilling sensation washing over him.
His mind raced, contemplating whether he should quickly exit and observe the scene around him. A vague sense of insecurity crept in; were these human organs taken from living people or corpses? He dared not ask, his astonishment evident on his face as he stammered, "You..."
Zhong Neng, oblivious to Han Ming's thoughts, continued to describe the contents of the vessels. "They're intact; the things inside are well-preserved. But that yellowish-brown substance—I'm not sure what it is, but it stinks!"
"I'm sorry, I..." Han Ming wanted to leave. The living organs within him were worth far more than those specimens soaking in the vessels. Lost in thought, he couldn't bear to look at the horrifying samples any longer.
Zhong Neng coldly observed the changes on Han Ming's face and suddenly pulled out a g1k double-barreled shotgun from behind the table where the vessels were placed. He pointed it menacingly at Han Ming and demanded, "Who are you? What do you want here?"
Outside, Nair seemed to sense something was off and stepped inside briskly. Ignoring the imminent danger, he walked straight toward Han Ming and said, "Sir, you are in danger."
Han Ming was stunned, cold sweat pouring from his pores. He regretted not having seen through this person's facade earlier. In this world, all kinds of people existed—especially organizations that illegally harvested human organs for research, lurking everywhere.
Nair's disregard naturally provoked Zhong Neng, who pulled the trigger—bang! The bullet struck Nair.
"Nair..." Han Ming shouted.
Nair's body trembled slightly as he repeatedly stated, "Sir, you are in danger."
Han Ming sighed. Although Nair had installed a Bionic Core, it was still lacking in other system functionalities. Moreover, due to recent busyness, he hadn't updated his data or replenished energy; he had no power to resist—
Zhong Neng shifted the gun's muzzle toward Han Ming and shouted harshly, "Tell me who you are!"
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