Blue and White Society Chapter 90: Hearts

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 his 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, I can't forcefully break through the network blockade here, right?" Mo Poor was surprised.

Just as he was secretly surprised, a man walked up to him and grabbed Mo Poor's shoulders.

"My brother, what's your name?"

"Mo Qiong." Mo Qiong arrived for the first time, and he was so polite, so naturally he would not reject people thousands of miles away.

The man smiled and said: "Your name is quite rare... I can't do it anymore, 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.

"Demonstrate it to me." Mo Poor said.

That Zhang Wei skillfully held the mobile phone to show Mo Poor.

I saw that everything on the network is normal. He can browse, log in to his account, and download things, but he can’t upload things, post on forums, or leave messages in private messages. Nothing in those forums and websites will stay.

He can even play mobile games with people in the society, but he can't chat or communicate, so he can only play with tacit understanding.

"You can only watch and play, but you cannot modify any text or 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, cheerfully, 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.

However, 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 personality 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, Mo Poor doesn't say a word, and he can have a good chat.

I saw Zhang Wei saying: "I have lived here for half a year, and none of the Jiedong buildings live longer than me. Later, I will introduce you to the residents in Jiedong. Let's not talk about foreigners. We know the people very well." , Guaranteed to surprise you.”

"Let me tell you, the people who live in Jiedi are all weird! They are so weird! They speak nicely and the food is delicious. I don't even want to go back."

He speaks in a cadence, which is very bright, which makes people unable to distract themselves.

It seems very reasonable, but if you listen carefully, most of it is nonsense.

Living 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 are you talking about? Do you know why I have lived in Jie for half a year?" Zhang Wei laughed.

Mo Qiong was speechless, thinking that he was quite proud of being locked up here for half a year?

Without waiting for Mo Qiong to laugh, Zhang Wei said to himself: "They said that I was infected by something... Shuke Beta 515..."

Mo Poor couldn't help correcting, "Is it Beta 515?"

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, that's right, that 515 is a big mosquito. After the big winter bit me, 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 fresh bite.

"And then?" Mo Poor asked curiously.

Zhang Wei danced and said: "Hey, they said that the mosquito will infect people's blood with a meme, and the meme is contagious, don't worry, you will only be infected if you inject my blood into your blood Otherwise, it doesn’t matter if you eat my blood.”

Mo Poor almost pushed him away, but he heaved a sigh of relief after listening to the second half, thinking that the people in Lanbai Society are not stupid, if Zhang Wei is a source of infection, it is impossible for him to just get along with him like this We live together.

"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 hastily stroked Mo Poor's back and said, "You don't believe me? 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 directly tore off the band-aid, and squeezed the blood from the unhealed wound countless times.

No, what he squeezed was not blood, but warm cuttlefish soup.

You don't even need to taste Mo Poor, you can smell it just by looking at the color...

"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 was dripping from the wound, Zhang Wei didn't waste it at all, and put it into his mouth Stuffed, sucked with 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 I will lose too much soup and die, then I have to add cuttlefish soup, yes, it’s too salty, it’s too bland, I have to stew it according to the craftsmanship in my body.” Zhang Wei sucked his fingers Said.

Mo Poor took a deep breath, he was about to kneel down.

Obviously, the same as when his cells didn't need oxygen when he was in the water for no reason.

Zhang Wei's body is inexplicably flowing with cuttlefish soup and there will be no 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 ridiculous..." Mo Poor couldn't even imagine such a thing. In his heart, even the kind that Luo Yi said Supernatural, it just makes him imagine that he won't drown, won't burn to death, fly into the sky and escape from the ground, hit every shot and so on.

However, it turns out that the so-called containment effect in their mouths still has such a weird and completely inexplicable 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 smiled and said: "Ha, how do I know why? I am a dignified descendant of Yan and Huang, and what flows in my body is not Chinese blood, but cuttlefish soup! Where do you think I should reason?"

"I..." Mo Qiong scratched his head, feeling his scalp tingling.

Zhang Wei even continued: "I was bitten like me, and there are two who 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's really delicious. It is medicinal."

"It's really different for everyone. They have a few D-class personnel who also tried to be bitten by big mosquitoes, even those who bleed hydrochloric acid and venom."

"Now we are collectively referred to as aliens."

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