Alien blood man
Mo Poor, carrying his clothes and belongings, returned to the apartment.
Here, the mobile phone has no signal, but there is wifi here.
"Oh? Can you access the Internet?" Mo Qiong was taken aback, watching the phone automatically connect to the free wifi in the apartment.
He found that the Internet is very smooth, whether it is a video station or a forum, as well as a portal network or a social platform, he can log in to foreign networks.
"It's obviously restricted, but I can surf the Internet, no, it can't be that I forcibly broke through the network blockade here?" Mo Poor was surprised.
Just as he was secretly surprised, a man walked up to him and grabbed Mo Poor's shoulders.
"Brother, what's your name?" The person who came was the Chinese from before, cheerful, and seemed to be a familiar normal person.
"Mo Qiong." Mo Qiong arrived for the first time, and he was so polite, so he naturally wouldn't reject people thousands of miles away.
The man smiled and said: "Your name is quite rare... I can't do it, my name is Zhang Wei."
Seeing that Mo Poor didn't respond, he wasn't embarrassed, he just took Mo Poor and walked with him to the fifth floor.
"It's okay for you to surf the Internet or play games here, but you can't send messages anyway." Zhang Wei said.
Mo Poor's heart moved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was able to watch some videos online smoothly, thinking that he had broken through the network blockade, but now it seems that he was able to watch it.
"Show me the demonstration." Mo Poor said.
That Zhang Wei showed Mo Poor how to operate the phone skillfully.
I saw that everything on the network was normal. He could browse, log in to his account, and download things, but he couldn’t upload things, post on forums, or leave messages in private messages. Will not stay on those forums, websites.
He can even play mobile games with people in the society, but he can't chat or communicate, he can only play with tacit understanding.
"You can only watch and play, but you cannot change any text and images on the external network."
"Is this a restricted network? For some divers who don't like to reply and talk, this actually doesn't change."
Mo Poor watched Zhang Wei log in to his own account, peeking at his friends bragging in the group, cheerful, but couldn't reply, so he could only dive in and watch silently.
Those friends also mentioned him, saying that he goes online every day and ignores people, doesn’t make bubbles, and doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Mo Poor thought to himself, if he operated it himself, those words could definitely be sent out and posted on any website or platform.
But if you do this, the technical department that implements this kind of network restriction will definitely find anomalies.
Thanks to meeting Zhang Wei and knowing about this, otherwise he would send a message or something, even if he just changed his signature, it would probably be an absolute hit.
"Here, that's it. In Jieli, if we stay home for a while, it will be a good day. You are new here, and you will get used to it." Zhang Wei said as he returned the phone to Mo Poor.
This person is simply a chatterbox, and Mo Poor can have a good chat without saying a word.
I saw Zhang Wei saying: "I have lived in Jiedong for half a year, and none of the Jiedong buildings lived longer than me. I will introduce you to the residents in Jiedong later. Surprised."
"Let me tell you, the people who live in Jiedi...everyone is weird! Belle is weird! The talk is nice, the food is delicious, I don't even want to go back."
He speaks in a cadence, which is very bright, and it is hard for people to be distracted.
It seems to make sense, but if you listen carefully, it's mostly nonsense.
The ability to live here is restricted, can it be an ordinary person? At least like him, with some abnormal effect.
Sure enough, Zhang Wei asked, "Dude, why did you come here?"
"You can't drown." Mo Poor said.
Zhang Wei waited for a while, and then said in surprise: "No more?"
"It's gone, isn't that enough? Isn't it weird enough that you can't drown in the water, you don't need to breathe, and you're not afraid of the water pressure?" Mo Poor said.
"What do you mean? Do you know why I have lived in Jie for half a year?" Zhang Wei laughed.
Mo Poor was speechless, thinking he was quite proud of being locked up here for half a year?
Without waiting for Mo Poor to cheer him up, Zhang Wei said to himself: "They said that I was infected by... Shuke Beta 515..."
Mo Poor couldn't help correcting, "It's Beta 515, right?"
He once heard Luo Yi call the wood carving Alpha 531, prefixed with the Greek letter α, so what Zhang Wei said must not be Shukbeta, but β.
"Ah yes, that 515 is a big mosquito. After biting me in the winter, the bag hasn't gone away for half a year." Zhang Wei rolled up his sleeves and saw a big mosquito bag on his right elbow, like a new one. Average bite.
"And then?" Mo Poor asked curiously.
Zhang Wei danced and said: "Hey, they said that mosquitoes can infect people's blood with a meme. It doesn't matter if you eat my blood."
Mo Poor almost pushed him away, but he was relieved after listening to the second half, thinking that the people in Lanbai Club are not stupid, if Zhang Wei is a source of infection, it is impossible for him to just live with everyone like this of.
"The magical place is coming! This meme will transform the blood into another fluid. Everyone is different. Mine is cuttlefish soup." Zhang Weile said.
"Ahem!" Mo Poor choked out sharply, his eyes almost popping out.
Zhang Wei hurriedly stroked Mo Poor's back and said, "Don't you believe it? If you don't believe me, I'll give you a taste!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his other hand, and saw a Band-Aid wrapped around his index finger.
He tore off the band-aid directly, and squeezed blood out of the unhealed wound that he didn't know how many times.
No, what he squeezed was not blood, but warm cuttlefish soup.
Mo Poor doesn’t even need to taste it, just look at the color, you can smell it...
"Mo... Mo... cuttlefish soup?" Mo Poor's calmness was instantly crushed, and he felt that his three views had been refreshed.
"Aren't you going to die?" Mo Poor was about to go crazy. He stared blankly at Zhang Wei's finger, where cuttlefish soup dripped from the wound. Zhang Wei didn't waste it at all. He stuffed it into his mouth and sucked it. Have relish.
"Death is not going to die, they said, I can live as I want. The cuttlefish soup has completely replaced my blood, which is the same as normal blood, and there is no discomfort at all. But if the soup flows too much, I will lose the soup If you die from too much, then you need to add cuttlefish soup, by the way, it’s too salty, it’s too bland, you have to stew it according to the craftsmanship in my body.” Zhang Wei said while licking his fingers.
Mo Poor took a deep breath, he was about to kneel down.
Apparently, just as his cells don't need oxygen when he's somehow in the water.
Zhang Wei's body, inexplicably flowing cuttlefish soup, will not be a problem. It is estimated that the hematopoietic function in the body is making soup when eating and sleeping...
"Why is there such a thing... Your blood is cuttlefish soup? This is too ridiculous..." Mo Poor couldn't even imagine such a thing. In his heart, even the supernatural that Luo Yi said was just let He imagined not being drowned, not being burned to death, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, hitting a hundred shots and so on.
However, it turns out that the so-called containment effect in their mouths still has such a strange and completely unexplainable ghost situation that they don't even know how to generalize using mythology and magic.
Being unreasonable, playing with logic, and overturning common sense, Mo Poor was completely confused.
Zhang Wei laughed and said: "Ha, how do I know why? I am a dignified descendant of Yan and Huang, but what flows in my body is not Chinese blood, but cuttlefish soup! Where do you think I should go?"
"I..." Mo Qiong scratched his head, feeling his scalp numb.
Zhang Wei even continued: "I was bitten like me, and there are two who also live here, one tastes like hot pot bottom, I didn't eat it, and the other is Banlangen, this one is very familiar, and it really has medicinal properties .”
"It's really different for everyone. They have several D-class personnel who have tried to be bitten by big mosquitoes, even those who bleed hydrochloric acid and venom."
"Now we are all collectively referred to as aliens."
Alien blood man
Mo Poor, carrying his clothes and belongings, returned to the apartment.
Here, the mobile phone has no signal, but there is wifi here.
"Oh? Can you access the Internet?" Mo Qiong was taken aback, watching the phone automatically connect to the free wifi in the apartment.
He found that the Internet is very smooth, whether it is a video station or a forum, as well as a portal network or a social platform, he can log in to foreign networks.
"It's obviously restricted, but I can surf the Internet, no, it can't be that I forcibly broke through the network blockade here?" Mo Poor was surprised.
Just as he was secretly surprised, a man walked up to him and grabbed Mo Poor's shoulders.
"Brother, what's your name?" The person who came was the Chinese from before, cheerful, and seemed to be a familiar normal person.
"Mo Qiong." Mo Qiong arrived for the first time, and he was so polite, so he naturally wouldn't reject people thousands of miles away.
The man smiled and said: "Your name is quite rare... I can't do it, my name is Zhang Wei."
Seeing that Mo Poor didn't respond, he wasn't embarrassed, he just took Mo Poor and walked with him to the fifth floor.
"It's okay for you to surf the Internet or play games here, but you can't send messages anyway." Zhang Wei said.
Mo Poor's heart moved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was able to watch some videos online smoothly, thinking that he had broken through the network blockade, but now it seems that he was able to watch it.
"Show me the demonstration." Mo Poor said.
That Zhang Wei showed Mo Poor how to operate the phone skillfully.
I saw that everything on the network was normal. He could browse, log in to his account, and download things, but he couldn’t upload things, post on forums, or leave messages in private messages. Will not stay on those forums, websites.
He can even play mobile games with people in the society, but he can't chat or communicate, he can only play with tacit understanding.
"You can only watch and play, but you cannot change any text and images on the external network."
"Is this a restricted network? For some divers who don't like to reply and talk, this actually doesn't change."
Mo Poor watched Zhang Wei log in to his own account, peeking at his friends bragging in the group, cheerful, but couldn't reply, so he could only dive in and watch silently.
Those friends also mentioned him, saying that he goes online every day and ignores people, doesn’t make bubbles, and doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Mo Poor thought to himself, if he operated it himself, those words could definitely be sent out and posted on any website or platform.
But if you do this, the technical department that implements this kind of network restriction will definitely find anomalies.
Thanks to meeting Zhang Wei and knowing about this, otherwise he would send a message or something, even if he just changed his signature, it would probably be an absolute hit.
"Here, that's it. In Jieli, if we stay home for a while, it will be a good day. You are new here, and you will get used to it." Zhang Wei said as he returned the phone to Mo Poor.
This person is simply a chatterbox, and Mo Poor can have a good chat without saying a word.
I saw Zhang Wei saying: "I have lived in Jiedong for half a year, and none of the Jiedong buildings lived longer than me. I will introduce you to the residents in Jiedong later. Surprised."
"Let me tell you, the people who live in Jiedi...everyone is weird! Belle is weird! The talk is nice, the food is delicious, I don't even want to go back."
He speaks in a cadence, which is very bright, and it is hard for people to be distracted.
It seems to make sense, but if you listen carefully, it's mostly nonsense.
The ability to live here is restricted, can it be an ordinary person? At least like him, with some abnormal effect.
Sure enough, Zhang Wei asked, "Dude, why did you come here?"
"You can't drown." Mo Poor said.
Zhang Wei waited for a while, and then said in surprise: "No more?"
"It's gone, isn't that enough? Isn't it weird enough that you can't drown in the water, you don't need to breathe, and you're not afraid of the water pressure?" Mo Poor said.
"What do you mean? Do you know why I have lived in Jie for half a year?" Zhang Wei laughed.
Mo Poor was speechless, thinking he was quite proud of being locked up here for half a year?
Without waiting for Mo Poor to cheer him up, Zhang Wei said to himself: "They said that I was infected by... Shuke Beta 515..."
Mo Poor couldn't help correcting, "It's Beta 515, right?"
He once heard Luo Yi call the wood carving Alpha 531, prefixed with the Greek letter α, so what Zhang Wei said must not be Shukbeta, but β.
"Ah yes, that 515 is a big mosquito. After biting me in the winter, the bag hasn't gone away for half a year." Zhang Wei rolled up his sleeves and saw a big mosquito bag on his right elbow, like a new one. Average bite.
"And then?" Mo Poor asked curiously.
Zhang Wei danced and said: "Hey, they said that mosquitoes can infect people's blood with a meme. It doesn't matter if you eat my blood."
Mo Poor almost pushed him away, but he was relieved after listening to the second half, thinking that the people in Lanbai Club are not stupid, if Zhang Wei is a source of infection, it is impossible for him to just live with everyone like this of.
"The magical place is coming! This meme will transform the blood into another fluid. Everyone is different. Mine is cuttlefish soup." Zhang Weile said.
"Ahem!" Mo Poor choked out sharply, his eyes almost popping out.
Zhang Wei hurriedly stroked Mo Poor's back and said, "Don't you believe it? If you don't believe me, I'll give you a taste!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his other hand, and saw a Band-Aid wrapped around his index finger.
He tore off the band-aid directly, and squeezed blood out of the unhealed wound that he didn't know how many times.
No, what he squeezed was not blood, but warm cuttlefish soup.
Mo Poor doesn’t even need to taste it, just look at the color, you can smell it...
"Mo... Mo... cuttlefish soup?" Mo Poor's calmness was instantly crushed, and he felt that his three views had been refreshed.
"Aren't you going to die?" Mo Poor was about to go crazy. He stared blankly at Zhang Wei's finger, where cuttlefish soup dripped from the wound. Zhang Wei didn't waste it at all. He stuffed it into his mouth and sucked it. Have relish.
"Death is not going to die, they said, I can live as I want. The cuttlefish soup has completely replaced my blood, which is the same as normal blood, and there is no discomfort at all. But if the soup flows too much, I will lose the soup If you die from too much, then you need to add cuttlefish soup, by the way, it’s too salty, it’s too bland, you have to stew it according to the craftsmanship in my body.” Zhang Wei said while licking his fingers.
Mo Poor took a deep breath, he was about to kneel down.
Apparently, just as his cells don't need oxygen when he's somehow in the water.
Zhang Wei's body, inexplicably flowing cuttlefish soup, will not be a problem. It is estimated that the hematopoietic function in the body is making soup when eating and sleeping...
"Why is there such a thing... Your blood is cuttlefish soup? This is too ridiculous..." Mo Poor couldn't even imagine such a thing. In his heart, even the supernatural that Luo Yi said was just let He imagined not being drowned, not being burned to death, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, hitting a hundred shots and so on.
However, it turns out that the so-called containment effect in their mouths still has such a strange and completely unexplainable ghost situation that they don't even know how to generalize using mythology and magic.
Being unreasonable, playing with logic, and overturning common sense, Mo Poor was completely confused.
Zhang Wei laughed and said: "Ha, how do I know why? I am a dignified descendant of Yan and Huang, but what flows in my body is not Chinese blood, but cuttlefish soup! Where do you think I should go?"
"I..." Mo Qiong scratched his head, feeling his scalp numb.
Zhang Wei even continued: "I was bitten like me, and there are two who also live here, one tastes like hot pot bottom, I didn't eat it, and the other is Banlangen, this one is very familiar, and it really has medicinal properties .”
"It's really different for everyone. They have several D-class personnel who have tried to be bitten by big mosquitoes, even those who bleed hydrochloric acid and venom."
"Now we are all collectively referred to as aliens."
