Chapter 218 "Also"
h "And because he is actually "dead", no matter how injured his body is, he will repair it like a nocturnal species, so he is invincible."
h "At least that's what it seems."
h " However, according to calculations, absorbing the supernatural power of a pseudo-person like Lao Mo would transform him into a pseudo-person in a short time... But he didn't, because he anchored himself to the canteen. "What do you mean? What is "anchored together"?" Mao Feiyang was confused.
Mu Daxian explained: "'Bind', 'Bind'? Anyway... the cafeteria itself has extraordinary properties, and Lao Mo used his own will as a fire to ignite part of the extraordinary power of himself, the cafeteria, the extraordinary power absorbed from the pseudoman, and many unspeakable things, forming a chain reaction that has not been explored since the establishment of the campus, and finally turned himself into this life form."
"Originally, there were so many dummies, in terms of quantity, that they could bypass Lao Mo and capture the canteen, but they all failed in the end."
"Because they covered the "canteen" through their own cognition, there was no way to pull down the layer of the "canteen" and make it sink into the sea..."
"And what stopped them from overwriting the canteen layer was Lao Mo's will."
"Just like a virus invasion, the "firewall" built by Lao Mo with his own will that night blocked the overwriting of all dummies... until the canteen owner came back."
"According to the information later given by the canteen owner, Lao Mo should have completed the "interlock" with the "canteen" at the last moment, or it can also be called "mutual anchoring." "
"The result of this anchoring is that Lao Mo has determined that "behind him is the "canteen"", and "he is also standing at the door of the canteen as the chef of the canteen." "
"The unyielding Lao Mo used his own will to forcibly anchor the canteen from the pollution of the pseudo-human beings to the concept of "canteen", and used the canteen as an anchor to anchor his identity as a chef, keeping himself at the edge of the limit of transforming into a pseudo-human being. Then he killed the pseudo-human beings and directly devoured their extraordinary power to maintain his "body" to provide combat effectiveness..."
"He set himself on fire, and then threw himself away. When it comes to the oil barrel, as long as there is still oil in the oil barrel, it will not burn out. "
"In this way, Lao Mo has reached a certain numerological closed loop at the graph level. Unless there is a being that can suppress his will, the two-in-one combination formed by him and the canteen is like a famous sword called Siming on credit."
"A famous sword named Siming with no cooling time."
“Then isn’t this an absolute defense that has no solution, cheating?” Mao Feiyang’s eyes widened, and his mind was filled with images of a certain hero dancing with a crooked mouth in front of the crystal.
Mu Daxian sighed: "There is no absolute defense... As long as it can defend, it has a numerical value. As long as it has a numerical value, it cannot be absolute... Any defense we can think of is vulnerable to conceptual power."
It can only rely on the power of paper. It is unimaginably fragile in the face of the power that can ravage paper.
But it also relies on the power of paper. As long as the pen and ink are thick enough, it can compete with other colors.
This is Lao Mo.
Silent: "So you are saying... Lao Mo has tightened his will from the 70th gray mist invasion until now?"
"Perhaps he has tasted the taste of sacrifice, so Lao Mo couldn't bear to see the sacrifices of his comrades again, so he has been holding on from that time until now..."
"It can be said that as long as Lao Mo is there, the canteen will not fall even if it is breached. He is the last drop of blood in the canteen. From the real In a sense, he implemented the chef's code of "being in the canteen". "
A breath of immortality directly lifted Lao Mo from the 70th gray mist invasion to the 73rd gray mist invasion... Mao Feiyang was silent and didn't know what to say. For such a person, verbal admiration is not enough to express anything.
The dreary atmosphere made Mao Feiyang breathless. He felt that he was gradually unable to feel the weight of that night. He could only change the subject silently, trying to pull Mu Daxian out of the sad and solemn mood: "Brother Xian, do you even know the chef's rules?"
Mu Daxian slowly came back to his senses, and then said calmly: "Old Mo once recited some words, and I wrote them down when I heard them, but I didn't hear much, so I don't remember them all..."
"Then why does he have a blue bib now? Isn't it black?" Mao Feiyang asked.
Mu Daxian shook his head and said: "I don't know, but maybe it has something to do with the characteristics of a chef, or maybe it's to take care of other people."
"He is at the door of the cafeteria, but he is on a different layer than us, so people with normal minds cannot see him, and those with unstable mental states are themselves very unstable. Seeing a chef with a black bib that is neither blue nor green will only make him more confused, thus deepening the pollution..."
"Old Mo may have considered this layer from the beginning. That’s why I anchored myself in a blue bib and used the most common appearance of a service chef to disguise myself so as not to cause too much panic.”
——Time has come to 5:40 on May 8th, and the lights in the canteen are on.
"You can go in." Mu Daxian glanced at the pendulum clock at the entrance of the passage. After checking the time, he reached out and lifted the plastic curtain.
But just before he entered the student restaurant, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly said: "Oh, by the way... what I just told you, just listen to it as a story, because there may be some problems with my memory of the past."
"Huh?" Mao Feiyang was startled, and subconsciously blurted out, "There is a problem with the memory? Your memory has also been modified?"
"'Yes'?" Mu Daxian was originally unwilling to say more, but he caught a magical word.
Mao Feiyang was stunned for a moment again: "Yes, why did I say...'ye'?"
Mu Daxian looked at him deeply, and then he was thoughtful, but he immediately saw that Mao Feiyang was also thinking about it, so he couldn't help but squinted his eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, he continued: "There may be differences in the details, but in general it will remain the same... let's go."
After that, he dove into the student restaurant.
The moment Mao Feiyang entered the canteen, Lin Yi glanced in a certain direction subconsciously, as if he had caught some kind of detail.
That was the direction of the employee passage. A chef pushed the trash can into place, then turned and left. Through visual residue, Lin Yi felt that the chef seemed to be wearing a black bib...
And somewhere outside the employee passage, there was a lingering mist, and there seemed to be a tall figure in the mist.
He seemed to be waiting for something. Unfortunately, Mao Feiyang followed Mu Daxian's footsteps into the canteen, so Lin Yi didn't have much time to observe.
Lin Yi suspected that it was a security guard, because judging from the rules, the security guard would take the chef with a blue bib to deliver meals to the class teacher, so it seemed reasonable to come to pick up the chef at this time.
But he couldn't verify it, so his perspective followed Mao Feiyang into the student cafeteria.
Due to the problem of layers, the lighting in the restaurant has a pale and gray texture as always. The entire student restaurant is like the gray film from the 1960s.
Looking out from Lin Yi's perspective, all the chefs in the five food purchase windows and the No. 10 food purchase window were busy, each doing their own time, sorting the dishes, preparing the dishes, and preparing the plates. The other chefs who were free curiously cast their eyes on Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang.
Even though the cafeteria says it opens at 5:40, in fact it is impossible for "students" to come at this time. Whether it is the teaching building or the dormitory, people are not allowed to leave until 6 o'clock.
So they gradually became the focus of all the chefs' attention...
This feeling of being watched was very strange, and for a while people couldn't tell whether they came to the canteen to have breakfast, or whether they came to serve themselves as breakfast.
Mu Daxian looked around the canteen, then went straight to the No. 1 meal shopping window, ordered some breakfast and left.
Mao Feiyang quickly followed, copied the operation and said "Me too", and then left with the dinner plate.
Throughout the whole process, neither of them made any unnecessary card swiping movements, and the cafeteria lady in the blue bib had no intention of stopping them.
Just after they finished their meal, they calmly observed their backs holding the plates, their eyes slightly cold, not knowing what they were thinking.
Mu Daxian found a seat and sat down, then took a bite of pickled cucumber and started to drink porridge: "Hurry up and eat, the canteen is not open yet, but it will be soon." "
"Oh, okay." Mao Feiyang hurriedly drank the porridge, but he suddenly discovered that there was an extra tomato on their plates.
This tomato was covered with crystal dew, as if it had just been picked from a tree that had been soaked by the rain. It exuded a delicate scarlet color that made people want to take a bite.
"This...?!" Mao Feiyang's voice trembled suddenly, as if he had seen something terrifying.
He turned his head subconsciously, only to see a chef wearing a green bib appearing next to the credit card machine at the No. 1 food purchase window.
The green bib chef had been staring at them, but now Mao Feiyang turned his head and looked at it.
"Hey, my grass!" Mu Daxian naturally discovered the tomato, but it wasn't until the chef in Mao Feiyang's green bib that he let out a low sigh.
I saw the chef in the green bib being quickly attracted by Mao Feiyang, then left his original position and came closer little by little.
"Brother Xian!" Mao Feiyang couldn't help but remind him.
"I feel it, keep eating." Mu Daxian lowered his head to drink the porridge, but seeing that Mao Feiyang was still flustered, he emphasized, "Listen to me, continue to drink the porridge."
"Uh... Okay." Mao Feiyang quickly shrank his neck and continued to drink the porridge, but he was absent-minded, all his mind was on the green bib chef who was pressing forward step by step. Even after drinking some porridge, he came out with the emoticon of Erha gurgling, drinking water and blowing bubbles.
"Classmate... try that tomato..."
The chef in the green bib came closer with his ghostly scream, Mao Feiyang's whole body was about to stand up, and he couldn't help but clenched the corners of his clothes...
At this moment, Mu Daxian put down the bowl.
“Bow your head.”
Mao Feiyang was startled, but saw Mu Daxian's hand on the drawing board...
"I'll do it!" Mao Feiyang suddenly realized something, and his head shrank like a turtle. Then, Mu Daxian pulled out the drawing board from behind, like a strong man swinging a hammer, and directly hit the green bib chef.
With a dull sound, the green bib chef flew out like a cannonball.
Mu Daxian held the dining table with one hand, flexibly pulled out of the seat, and landed steadily on the ground with a Thomas Pivot.
Before the chef in the green bib could get up from the ground, Mu Daxian directly chased and followed up. He hit the chef in the green bib directly in the abdomen with a side kick and kicked him towards the exit of the student cafeteria. Then he smashed his tomato hard.
The green bib chef subconsciously wanted to dodge, but immediately realized that the target of the tomato did not seem to be him.
I saw the tomato shooting out like a baseball, passing past the body of the chef in the green bib, and hitting the plastic curtain behind him hard!
At this moment, the green bib chef was hit in front of the plastic wind curtain by Mu Daxian's flat push just now, and the tomato also happened to open a corner of the plastic wind curtain...
The chef in the green bib who had just stabilized his body suddenly trembled. He couldn't "see" anything, and all his actions relied on locking onto each other through induction. The moment the plastic wind curtain opened a corner, it discovered that something had locked onto itself -
It was Lao Mo.
Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward! !
PS: I saw the typo, I will correct it tomorrow, thank you for pointing it out.
(End of this chapter)