A feeling that it is difficult to describe in words suddenly overflowed, and Kelan felt that his vision seemed to be blurred … But when the scene in front of him was blurred to a certain extent, he could vaguely see a person walking around the streets and factories.
This kind of image is very similar to the shadowy figure seen in Kelan’s former memento mori, but there are subtle differences between them. memento mori is like a short film that can see things and sights at a specific time and place; The "sense of sight" that Zeluo shared with Kelan is more like giving Kelan’s eyes the ability to go back in time to spy on what happened tens of thousands of years ago through the time barrier.
The body of those workers who operate the capping machine seems to have been specially modified, and their shoulders and arms are thicker than those of people walking in the street. The edges, corners and turns are also stiff, which is not as round as biological limbs should be-just like Leighton’s cybernetic arm.
One worker in a group of four will fix the can machine, the other two will jointly carry a seemingly heavy bucket, and the last one will use a long drainage rod to guide the bucket into the can.
Although he couldn’t see clearly what was in the bucket, when the liquid was exposed to the air, Kelan also felt an inexplicable palpitation-he didn’t know whether this feeling came from himself or was connected with his spirit, but in general, when his sight and the flowing liquid of the drainage rod were released, he felt a feeling of being blown all over, and he wanted to turn his eyes to other places immediately or simply withdraw from the state of spiritual connection.
Koran forced himself to stare at the workers, who held their hands and pinched their thighs, and even their nails got stuck in the meat through their pants, and a small piece of blood spread out unconsciously.
Those workers move carefully as if the liquid they are filling is nitroglycerin … But if nitroglycerin is really flammable and explosive, it is dangerous, but Kelan knows that she will never feel that way.
A batch is sixteen cans in total. After filling, it has to go through a screening procedure before it can be transported to other places by rail train. If it fails, it will be left behind and pushed to the factory room by cart.
Kelan wanted to follow the cart to the basement, but in reality, the entrance of the basement had been drowned by molten steel, and he could watch the figure of the cart disappear through the steel and disappear to the ground.
"What do you see?" Thirty-three saw Koran walking towards the semi-open factory with his eyes wide open and hurriedly followed.
"I don’t know what they are filling … but I also feel a little dangerous from it." Kelan said in a certain tone. "After the canned packaging is completed, there will be a’ quality inspection procedure’ that is qualified and will be transported away. If it is unqualified, it will be sent to this basement … but this basement has been sealed by molten steel and can’t get in."
"That seems to be able to trace another clue," answered 33. "Can you follow those who have been transported away?"
"Can" Koran turned and walked away, looked around for a circle, and then chose a track leading to the distance to speed up the pace.
Both of them walked through the second floor for half an hour before they finally reached a spacious square, but just walked out of the corner. At thirty-three, a hundred black flying blades came to a screeching halt, and at the same time, dark bags were shot out of his body one meter in front of him.
"What’s the matter?" Aware of thirty-three posing for attack, Koran’s face revealed a trace of doubt.
"There is a platform in the center of the square. Can you see it?" Thirty-three tones are very low. "There is a lump of rotten meat on the stage … This lump of meat seems to be alive. I can see it squirming a little."
"A rotten piece of meat?"
However, what Kelan saw was a little girl with long black hair, pale skin and slim figure, aged about 12 to 14 years old.
Unlike his figures, he can see the little girl’s appearance clearly. When Kelan saw her at first sight, he almost shared his "visual sense" with the little girl in the real world instead of Zeluo.
She is so real that she is so out of tune with the foggy world in the "sense of sight"
Koran looks at the little girl’s bust-don’t get me wrong, he’s not a freak with some strange hobbies. He just wants to know whether the little girl is "human" or "alpha"
But to Kelan’s disappointment, half of the little girl’s body is like a bust statue. Her waist is directly connected to a pedestal, and there are many tubes extending out of the pedestal and inserted into her back and ribs. Some mechanical structures similar to dynamic exoskeleton cover her spine and limbs, and the texture is hard and cold. The metal restraints tightly pinch the pale limbs.
A black robe symbolically draped over her shoulders, and the bony shoulders highlighted the surface of the robe.
A mask with a gas exchange valve and an oxygen tube buckled her face, covering most of her face, with half a small and delicate nose and a pair of big eyes with purple pupils exposed. Even so, it can be seen that the little girl’s appearance is absolutely not bad. If she can be a few years older, she can definitely be called a disaster-a normal human aesthetic standard to speak.
"Ke Lan, what do you see?" 33 low asked
"A … half a little girl, to be exact."
"Half? ！” Thirty-three paused. "Is it that rotten meat?"
"I’m not sure" Kelan shook his head, and when he was going to shift his sight to other places to explore, the little girl suddenly raised her head and looked at Kelan.
She can see herself! Kelan’s heart is pounding-just one look at Kelan can confirm that the other person can see himself!
What? What, she can see herself? !
This is Zeluo’s visual sense, which should be regarded as Kelan’s unilateral peep … From the little girl’s point of view, Kelan can’t be observed … What, what, you and she will look at each other when they are separated by several hours?
When Kelan was shocked, the other person spoke-
"Hello, I’m Nieto, the second manager of the nest capital."
Chapter one hundred and fifty-five Nieto
"Can you see me? ！” Koran felt the hairs on his back stand up and put on a defensive posture.
But he soon realized that talking to himself was not the little girl with a half-length black body, but the rotten meat in the real world.