But from the current perspective, the simple application of the Investigation Manual on biological entities is no longer sufficient. Speaking of weapons, after entering "Military Road", No. 0 could only recognize some firearms or dead blades. Besides these, no matter how hard she thought, she was unable to confirm the cause of the wounds on the corpses.
She had to make the contents of the Investigation Manual more detailed, ranging from weapons to medicinal plants, and even categorizing the attributes of enemies.
Under the moonlight, the various corpses looked spine-chilling, but No. 0 and Yijie each had their own thoughts and were not frightened by the carnage around them.
"There’s no need to force it, this trip was a waste, let’s head back to the city first," Yijie looked at No. 0 who had been silent for a while. She was squatting on the ground, next to a section of bloody intestines, which made one’s scalp tingle.
Even the simplest task of exterminating bandits was done by someone else before them, a perfect word to describe their luck was "miserable."
However, this time the scale of the bandits was larger than any Yijie had encountered before. Previously, it would have been somewhat difficult to exterminate them alone. The more so, the more reluctant Yijie was. From what was visible at the scene, one thing was clear, the method of killing was uniform; it was done by one person. He considered leaving No. 0 and taking up a few tasks on his own first.
"It wasn’t entirely a wasted trip. Come here, move this fat pig, who is about your size," said No. 0 pointing to a corpse that was dead beyond doubt.
Fat pig? Yijie’s thick eyebrows furrowed again, almost dripping with moisture. Think of Lu Xun, with a height of 1.92 meters and a weight of 200 pounds, could that be considered fat? He was famously known for having a good physique in the Rand Military District, the five-time winner of "Mr. Bodybuilding."
After moving aside the bandit leader, who was lazy and pot-bellied, No. 0 started estimating and measuring behind the trees near the leader’s body.
The moonlight was frosty as snow, covering trees and grass in the bandit camp with the same cold white color. It looked desolate yet orderly.
Yijie watched No. 0 take out that black electronic manual again, meticulously comparing data.
It must be known that the NPC, Maggie, provided information from 75 million years ago. In the millions of years since, a multitude of species have changed; extinction and evolution were silently ongoing. Among these over 3,000 species of organisms, it was like thousands of rivers, some branching off, others drying up. In those species that branched out, each evolved into dozens or even hundreds of new classifications. As long as these species still existed, No. 0 could determine, based on the minute prehistoric characteristics within their bodies, which ones were close relatives of prehistoric creatures, and ultimately identify the basic attributes of these plants.
She occasionally touched the leaves, muttering strange phrases like "dinosaur, fossil," oblivious to his inquiries, almost as if possessed.
A gust of wind passed through the camp, eerily chilling. Yijie could not help but wanted to call No. 0, to hurry back to the city while the moonlight was still bright.
But his words halted on his lips upon seeing No. 0’s expression at that moment.
In all the time he had known No. 0, Yijie had never seen her wear such an expression.
Every player who entered "Military Road," although their appearances had changed somewhat—features might have shifted, but the inherent temperament of a person does not change. Temperament can sculpt a person’s features, allowing one to imagine, depict, and perceive the true appearance of a player in reality.
Currently, No. 0’s eyes were vacant, and her ears seemed to have lost their function. The vacancy in her eyes was a serious expression. Her moderately thick lips were slightly parted, and under the moonlight, her face emitted a crystalline pearlescent color. Her delicate chin, with her affirming nods, was gently jutting.
Yijie had also experienced this state. How many years ago was it when he, who had just escaped from a life of wandering the streets, was brought to a gun training room in the Rand military region by his foster father, Ding Yi, watching and listening to Rand soldiers, sharp-eyed and with the sound of gunfire never ceasing.
That time, his reaction was just like this. What was like thunderous gunfire to others, in his ears, was like divine music. He was completely immersed in an ocean of guns, unable to extricate himself. It was not possession, just pure fascination.