Chapter 141 Ludwig Reagan

Chapter 141 Ludwig Reagan

"It seems that I simply forgot to close the door... Speaking of which, it's already past four in the afternoon, and there are only leftovers from last night's food outside. This guy seems to have slept all day long?

This is even more outrageous than some of my college roommates during my lifetime. "

Taking into account the principal's arrangement, Yi Chen did not wake the other party up, but began to tidy up the low-rent house, which was in a mess and had not been cleaned for at least a week.

I waited until six o'clock in the evening.

A strong sense of hunger woke up Reagan, and he was only in a half-dream and half-awake state. He walked to the living room with the inertia of his brain, picked up the rotary phone and dialed the ordering number.

but,

His habitual thinking failed to find the phone because the location had changed.

Such an unconventional situation made him sober up quickly,

Seeing the neat and new room in front of him, Reagan was stunned.

He even wondered if he had slept in someone else's house all night. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of the girl's figure on the bedside of the bedroom that he confirmed that it was his rented house.

At this time,

A handsome young man wearing an ivy-style black suit walked out of the kitchen, holding freshly baked whole roasted chicken and steaks in his hands.

Seeing such delicious food, Reagan's mouth immediately started to water, and there was a cry of dissatisfaction coming from his abdomen.

"Mr. Reagan, are you awake? When I came over, I found that your door was unlocked, so I came in and helped you clean up.

It was almost dinner time, so I bought some ingredients outside and came back to process them. "

Reagan didn't have any dissatisfaction because the other party broke into his home privately.

On the contrary, in his eyes, the young man in front of him was simply an angelic being, and he could even vaguely see the halo above his head.

"You are..."

"William Behrens, from O.C.A. I came here to ask you something."

When he heard that Yi Chen was from the college, his eyes changed slightly, but he still accepted the kindness, "Are you from the college? Let's talk while eating. I overslept and didn't even eat lunch. I was really hungry." "

Reagan temporarily suppressed his appetite and went back to his room to change into a wrinkled shirt and trousers, which finally covered his belly completely.

After some simple washing and hair styling, I returned to the living room with a full belly.

Reagan was about the same height as Yi Chen, but with the flesh hanging on his face, his multi-layered chin, and his shirt buttons that were about to burst, his figure was a bit exaggerated.

Most people who live in this world system are not associated with obesity, let alone members of organizations responsible for curing diseases. They basically have good figures through daily high-intensity training.

Yi Chen estimated that Mr. Reagan's [Physique] was probably only 2, or even lower.

In less than ten minutes, Reagan had eaten the food for five people.

The button responsible for restraining the belly bag and supporting it for a long time finally reached its limit, snap! It bounced off like a bullet, hit the roof several times, and then landed right in front of Reagan.

This is no coincidence. Yi Chen just vaguely caught the pull of some energy.

Reagan said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, your cooking skills are simply better than the chef in Sam's kitchen! I couldn't hold it back and ate a little too much."

Reagan placed the button on the broken thread, and like magic, it was instantly repaired and reinforced.

"Tell me what you want from me? I'd like to state in advance that I'm very busy and have to go to work tomorrow. If you need help or something, I won't have time."

"Nothing, I just accidentally learned that Mr. Reagan is very talented in [sensing], so I came here to ask... if you have any experience or special training methods."

Yi Chen did not move out of the principal directly. In his opinion, Reagan's withdrawal might be related to the principal's "favor".

"Is that so? Sure enough, everyone is working hard... My experience is quite ridiculous. I have no interest in growing up or anything like that. If I can fish, I will stick to it.

It was okay at the academy at first, as I only had to attend two classes a week.

Later, I was targeted for some reason and wanted to do this or that, so I dropped out of school and went to a power plant to start a 9-to-5 life.

I have to say, it feels really good to lie down flat. "

"Mr. Reagan, can I ask how much [induction] you have?"

"Just reach out here, there's nothing to shy away from."

When put on Reagan's fat shoulders, the retina immediately received the shared information.

≮Occupation: Prototypist≯

≮Person: person≯

≮Basic attributes≯

[Physique]: 1

【Coordination Motorics】: 5

[Intellect]: 5

【Psyche】：7

【Lucky Luck】：4

≮Professional Characteristics≯

"Heavenly Induction (Passive)":

Innately, it is easier to understand and understand the essence of things and the connection between all things. The upper limit of the [Psyche] standard has been increased, and a seventh standard has appeared - "7. Transcendence".

Allowing individuals to make breakthroughs with a sense beyond their limits to reach higher levels.

"Prototype Control (Active)":

Rearrange and control different substances at the micro level, and even create completely new things.

*This ability is limited to inorganic substances. When applied to organic substances, the effect will be greatly reduced, especially for self-aware creatures.

Control strength, microscopic depth, and creative complexity are directly related to the [Induction] value.

…

“What a high value!”

Yi Chen was shocked by such personal data. Except for his severely weak physique, the rest were very high. The most terrifying thing was the induction, which reached a rare [7].

No wonder the principal, who was also in the induction system, wanted to train him personally.

Reagan didn't care about such attribute values ​​at all.

“Although my job is stable, there are also many competitors. So I usually spend a little time practicing "professional ability" to keep myself at a level that will not be fired.”

While speaking, Reagan also deliberately pointed to the girl models in his room, which seemed to be the results of his practice.

“How did you improve your induction?”

“Well~I didn't deliberately improve it. I usually like to stay in a closed and quiet environment, think of some human models in my mind, and then make them by hand.

This process may take a week or even a month.

Many times, I was so engrossed in thinking that the value increased automatically. ”

“What!? "

Yi Chen found it hard to accept such an answer.

"It's not all like that. When my sensitivity level reached [6], I got the attention of the academy. Later, under the guidance of Principal Daisylin, it took about two months to reach [7].

I did taste the sweetness at that time, and for a while I wanted to reach a higher level.

But Principal Daisylin insisted that I follow a team to the depths of the gray area to find the [relic] that suits me.

This is not possible. The mortality rate is too high... I am not ready to die, so I chose to drop out of school and live a more relaxed life. "

Hearing this, a flash of inspiration flashed through Yi Chen's mind, and he suddenly figured out something.

'This kind of genius's experience has no reference value at all. His unique profession and talent determine his unique growth model, which cannot be replicated by others.

The principal's real purpose, could it be that he wants me to pry this fat otaku and raise his motivation for growth?

The difficulty of getting this senior fat otaku to go out is comparable to killing a seriously ill person, not to mention persuading him to go to the gray area and break through the limit of human beings.

Forget it~ I can figure out the [sensing] thing myself, and Jin's sensitivity is also quite high. There must be training channels to improve sensitivity in Gethsemane.'

"Thanks for sharing, that's it, goodbye Mr. Reagan!"

"I'm really sorry that I can't help you... Take care."

Reagan, who had a full stomach, didn't want to stand up at all, just waved goodbye from his seat.

Just when Yi Chen completely gave up the way provided by the principal and was about to walk out of the cheap underground rental house,

a female voice with severe electromagnetic interference suddenly came from behind:

"Grave... ground (sizzle). "

"Hmm?"

This strange voice was mixed with a sense of danger, and even forced Little Grape to get out of the collar and look back at the low-rent house.

Behind Reagan, who was waving goodbye, there was a female corpse that was both real and virtual.

Some rotten flesh and withered bones were connected by various power cables, and most of the nerves and blood vessels in the body were replaced by wires.

The tongue in the mouth of the female corpse was also covered with dense small holes, like the sound hole of a walkie-talkie, and the electromagnetic interference sound came from it.

"What is this? Why didn't I find it before..."

Little Grape's voice transmission responded:

"It exudes the breath of a cemetery. It may be the same as me, but it is essentially different... Her state is very strange, between the real and the virtual, and completely dependent on this fat human."

"From the cemetery under the organization? Could it be that..."