"This is?!"

Turing was shocked and in desperation, he grabbed the mechanical contact limbs and pulled them out hard. However, the mechanical contact limbs were not moved at all and kept rushing towards Turing's body.

Click...

Click...

The ivy on the balcony broke one after another, thick mechanical touch limbs broke out, and flew wildly, leaving scratches around the balcony. The window glass was instantly broken, and the curtains were also rolled into it and shattered.

Suddenly, Turing felt a chill on his back and seemed to have something crawled in.

Plop.

Turing fainted on the ground, and the mechanical touches around him seemed to have some sense, slowly stopping his frenzied posture and rushed to the back of Turing's neck.

...

Not sure how long after, Turing opened his heavy eyelids and revealed a pair of blank eyes.

"Wait...just"

Bang!

Just a thought of standing up, Turing felt himself rising up and hitting the ceiling in an instant.

"Damn?"

Then he subconsciously wanted to scratch his head. Before he could put his hand on, he felt something cold was pressing on his scalp, which made him suddenly start to shudder and wake up from his dizzy state.

Then I found myself in heaven.

To be precise, it is in the sky of your own living room.

Under my feet is a messy living room. A large number of mechanical contact limbs are supporting Turing in mid-air.

"This is..." Turing turned his head suddenly to the balcony and saw a large area of ​​plant crumbs, "Ivy?!"

The idea of ​​going down just came into his mind, and he felt a strong sense of weightlessness. He was put down by the mechanical touching limbs and his butt hurt, but Turing didn't care about his butt, and his eyes flashed and looked at the mechanical touching limbs. They also stood up in front of Turing's eyes, stretching and contracting.

But why is the back of the neck a little heavy?

When you reach out and touch it, it feels cold and has a raised metal texture.

He quickly wanted to run into the bedroom and look in the mirror, but the mechanical touch limbs had already supported it on the ground and quickly drilled into the bedroom with his body.

The top had been torn apart and was still in the living room. Turing was naked at the moment, facing the dressing mirror with his back.

From the spine to the back of the brain, a large piece of metal exoskeleton is wrapped around it. It looks like the shape of the spine-shaped mechanical contact limbs. At the top, there seem to be tiny mechanical contact limbs drilling into the back of the brain and the spine, connecting with its own nerves. At the bottom and side, countless thick mechanical contact limbs drilled out.

On the front part, your neck is like a layer of scarf, but it is in the shape of a metal exoskeleton.

These mechanical contact limbs are the same size, extend in length, and move with your own thinking.

Turing raised his arms, surrounded his two touch limbs, twisting in front of his eyes, each of which was the size of a calf, and had three fingers of steel claws on the top.

"Is this a blessing in disguise?"

Countless touch limbs moved with Turing's thinking and waved them freely until a heat flow was felt in the middle of the Turing people.

I reached out and touched it, and a touch of red liquid flowed on my fingertips.

"nosebleed?"

This reminds Turing of the fact that in some science fiction works, the protagonist's ability or props and equipment will cause nosebleeds. With his current abilities, he seems to be unable to completely let go and control the left and right mechanical touches to move together.

Turing counted and there were eight in total.

"I've really become Doctor Octopus now..."

He shook his head and controlled the mechanical touch to come to the living room. The mechanical touch to quickly clean up the mess. The broken ones were thrown into the trash can, and they were placed intact again. The debris and garbage on the ground were grabbed and the broom were cleaned. In less than a minute, the entire living room was restored to tidy, except for the broken floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains.

When he walked to the gray fox, it seemed to be scared and shivered in the cage and trembled. Turing smiled, controlled his touch limbs to fill it with water and food, and then gently touched its head with his hands, which was considered comforting.

"These things... should be considered plants, right?" Turing sat on the sofa, touching Geller Sting's notes from the side, and the other helped to open the page.

"I remember that in Geller Sting's notes, he did not mention that he injected decarbonization liquid into plants. So how did these things that inexplicably take root and sprout on my neck become like this?"

Turing suddenly felt inexplicably as he flipped through the book with his touching limbs, and his memory seemed to have become stronger. He also remembered clearly what Geller Sting said in his notes.

A mechanical touch limb came around in front of his eyes, and his claws grabbed the air.

"Is it because of these guys..."

"But the ivy was not injected into this way. I just accidentally sprinkled the stock on it. Should this be attributed to the characteristics of the plant?"

Bang.

Turn the notes on the touch limb and put them aside. Turing had read them again in just a few minutes, but no experimental records related to plants were found.

"There is another problem. Animals injected with raw liquid will enter the first stage within eight hours. A small amount of flesh and blood tissue is replaced with machinery. The hyenas in the third stage are only large-scale machinery and still have flesh and blood. However, the ivy mutated almost immediately and had completely transformed into mechanical creations. There was no sign of the plant at all. Could it be that they entered the fourth stage in an instant?"

Turing took out his cell phone and found that he had spent four hours before he was unconscious. There were still several missed calls on his cell phone, which were called by a university counselor and company boss.

Not caring about the phone for the time being, Turing looked at the eight thick touching limbs that were moving with thoughts and thought for a while.

For this accident, I may need to do some experiments on them to answer a lot of questions. I also need to test what changes these things have caused to my brain and their strength...

"From now on, you will call me... Phantom Limbs."

...

In order to test the phantom limbs, Turing asked his boss for three days off.

During these three days, Turing has been studying and testing various abilities of phantom limbs, and half of the living room has been turned into a laboratory by him.

It is said that it is a laboratory, but it is actually a pile of broken machines and a simple laboratory bench.

Bang!

With a sharp sound, a drunk can was instantly pierced by the phantom limbs and threw it into the trash can.

The strength and strength of the phantom limbs are very high, but Turing doesn't know how high it is because the test conditions do not allow it. However, the clasped claws can form a pyramid with extremely strong penetration, and it is effortless to easily penetrate the walls or steel plates. During outdoor testing, a phantom limb can lift things like street lights from the ground, and two or three phantom limbs can grab the big tree that the two of them hugged.

In terms of practicality, this thing can also adapt to precision operations, helping you assemble original technological items, repair computers, hold rags and wash dishes, clean... It is completely a multi-functional equipment.

The current problem with this thing is that I don’t know what the strength limit is. After all, the hyena can tear apart the steel plate of a few centimeters thick, and another one is concealment.

After all, the clothes you wear are slightly thinner and have a part of the shape on your back, and a strange exoskeleton is installed on your neck. The second disease in this era is no longer popular, so he doesn't want to behave like a cyberpunk cosplay.

On this issue, Turing has been wearing the mountain carving coat these days. The hat of this dress is very large and there are Velcro on both sides covering the neck. It was originally Turing's favorite warm coat in winter, but now it is perfectly covering the main body of the phantom limbs.

Those touch limbs can be retracted into part of the main body, and the phantom limbs of the spinal structure can also be shortened one by one. When the clothes on the Turing ship are arranged side by side, it is a bit heavy.

In order to study the differences between plant demonization and animal demonization, he bought some meat and different plants from different animals in the vegetable market, and watered it with diluted decarbonization stock solution and injected it.

Then the result was that some strange-shaped scrap iron was completely useless.

But if these things are analyzed from a mechanical principle, Turing will be helpless. He is not in this industry, and he has no money to hire experts in this field, and he will not disclose his secrets like this.

"At present, you may need to learn some knowledge in this area...such as mechanical principles, materials science and other things."

Speaking of this, in addition to strengthening his brain memory, the phantom limbs also have a better overall mental state, increased their appetite, and their dynamic visual ability has also been greatly enhanced.

One was when I was pulled by a friend to play a battle royale shooting game yesterday. The reaction speed and dynamic vision were reflected in the game. Every time I was killed by the sea of ​​skeletons, my friend kept asking why Turing became so powerful.

The other is that when I went to the hardware store to pick up the parts I ordered on the first day, several children downstairs were playing football. They accidentally kicked Turing passing by and headed straight to the door. Turing just glanced and caught the child's football with one move.

"It's meaningless, and my current conditions can't come to any conclusions."

Looking at the wasted diluted decarbonization liquid and another pile of scrap iron on the table, the phantom limbs were cleaned up instantly and replaced the gray fox with food and water.

"I may need venues, equipment, or even small laboratories to study these things...but it's too early for me now. First, I don't have money, and then I don't have any knowledge reserves in this area."

There is no way to force things like knowledge. They need to accumulate over time and money is also a matter of rush, so Turing can only be helpless about this.

Buzz —

Phantom limb grabbed the vibrating cell phone from the sofa and put it in Turing's ear to answer.

"Who?"

"Hey Turing, you haven't returned to school for two months this semester!"

Turing knew when he heard the male voice opposite him.

He is actually his own university counselor.

After the internship and what he encountered recently, he almost forgot that he was still a college student.

"Ao, I applied for an internship and passed it."

"I know. But haven't you seen the class group? I issued an announcement saying that interns need to return to school recently because the society is in turmoil in Yezhou recently, and the school is worried about something happening, so I have to stay in school this semester."

"Is that so? I think it's okay."

The phantom limb turned on the TV, and the news was broadcasting some night homicide incident.

Turing changed another station, and the experts were analyzing the truck dumping incident he encountered that night.

After changing another station, a captured criminal is being tried publicly.

"Okay, the folk customs are quite simple. My company has a big project and it will take to finish it before it can be returned. I guess it will be about to have a holiday at that time." Turing pulled casually.

"Okay, okay, I know you have left society early now, and it may be difficult to get out of here if you want to leave. But you still take time to go back to school and need to report." The counselor was helpless.
To be continued...