Apocalyptic Forecast

When less than one-tenth of the bone sanctuary was retrieved, Huai Shi's chest once again appeared a crack leading to the darkness. His whole person has returned to the former "hollow" state.

The interior of the body is flooded with darkness.

And just under the thin quilt, his right hand opened, and a dark feather emerged quietly.

From a distant cage of dreams, a gift from the iron pedestal came.

This is the limit that can be conveyed by the Bone Sanctuary under the blockade of the heavy seals today-the source feathers weighing less than 0.1 grams.

At Huai Shi's fingertips, the feather that fluttered like a fog and had no real sense was covered with a layer of light, which looked so elite.

That is not the source and quality change of Huai poetry, but the alchemy from the iron crystal base

Extracted the poison of rotting dreams in the cage of dreams, reprocessed them with source science and curse science, woven into a small seed, and implanted it into the feathers of the ghost raven.

A ‘bubble seed’ woven by the chief technical officer himself.

In order to ensure the smooth transmission of the Bone Sanctuary, the essence of feathers cannot be changed, and even feathers cannot be removed during this period, so only the complicated techniques of living alchemy can be used, while taking into account durability and ease of use.

This profound accomplishment in source science and curse science made Huai Shi breathtaking.

Now, a light feather appears in the cage without warning.

Turned into enough weight to balance the balance and reverse the weight of the situation!

Huai Shi smiled and clenched his fingers.

That gray-black feather collapsed at the fingertips, turned into a thin mist of mist, and quietly dissipated in the air.

In the silence, Huai Shi raised his eyes slightly, listening to the footsteps of the guards patrolling in the distance, and distinguishing the distance and characteristics.

"Excuse me, can I turn on the air conditioner?"

When the guard walked outside, Huai Shi suddenly made a sound.

He raised his hand and pulled the neckline, smiling at the familiar guard: "It's a little sultry, it's hard to breathe, don't you think so?"

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About half an hour later, the guard on duty came out of the elevator and hurriedly walked upstairs. But it was stopped by the level.

"Hey, don't forget to swipe your card." The outer watcher lifted his eyes from the Sudoku game and looked at the guard with anxious look, reminding him: "You don't look very good."

"Sorry, a little uncomfortable."

The guard who was stopped behind the level smiled stiffly.

His face is indeed not very good, holding back a little red, but the background is very pale, looks like he has lost too much blood. The temperature of the air conditioner is very low, but sweat can be seen on the forehead.

The action of swiping is very stiff.

After passing the verification, the person left in a hurry.

Looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what happened, but glanced back at the monitor below, picked up the intercom and asked about the situation, and found that everything was normal, and then no longer concerned.

Continue to indulge in Sudoku game.

The guards who walked out of the level walked stiffly and quickly through a heavy door and verification, straight up, and quickly squeezed into another elevator that was not closed.

Didn't even pay attention to other people's eyes in the elevator, looked down, and pressed the button on the second floor.

The elevator closed slowly.

Is about to rise, but then quickly stops at the same place.

The elevator door opened again.

The look of rush in the guard's anger appeared, and when he saw the person walking in, he quickly lowered his head.

Walked in was a blond girl.

Liz Hetmok.

Nodded towards her colleagues, she pressed the button on the ground floor and turned back to say hello to the guard: "It's quite early morning after work, Joe."

Seemed to be stunned for a moment before he responded that he was calling himself.

The guard nodded and squeezed a smile.

There was a hint of sweat in the back of his neck.

Makes people feel ... a little strange.

The elevator doors closed slowly, ascended rapidly, and opened again.

Liz walked out of it and met the assistant waiting there in the corridor. After a few words, the two walked forward, but Liz suddenly stopped.

Something is wrong!

"What's wrong?" The assistant asked.

Liz did not speak, but a bad conjecture appeared in her heart, and the expression gradually became difficult to look.

In the elevator, the distance was close enough, even enough that she could hear Joe's heartbeat ... Quickly abnormal, connected to his delayed reaction and the subconsciously tense body.

And the vaguely vague eyes on her back.

For a moment, she felt that she was a little allergic.

But when she thinks of Joe ’s job and the prisoner in the prison with a dangerously high level of danger, she has a more unpredictable hunch.

"No."

She whispered softly, suddenly turned around, and ran away behind her.

The assistant couldn't even catch up: "Where are you going?"

"Prevent the situation from getting worse!"

Liz pulled her feet away, and in the internal communication ordered everyone to start an urgent search for Joe's traces, and she rushed straight to the prison section on the fourth floor underground.

Thought of what might happen, her expression became more gloomy.

Even disregarding the stunned eyes of others, he pulled out the stone-toothed sword and hurried in the corridor with the speed of the sublimator!

I hope it's too late ...

Within a minute, she had broken into the deepest prison in the ground, and the stone tooth sword in her hand was glowing brightly. But when the elevator doors opened slowly, they didn't see the expected tragic scene.

Business as usual.

There were only six idle guards chatting with their coffee cups, and when she saw her coming in, she was puzzled and quickly put down the cup to stand upright.

"Joe?" Liz asked, "Where?"

"He just left."

"What about the poem?" Liz's eyes widened, and he saw the guard pointing in the direction of the cage.

There was a low and kind conversation.

"... So, sometimes you are overly irritable and want to use violence, because you feel that someone is invading your safety zone. Your brutal behavior is actually an overprotection of the self, which is a kind of Insecurities that are over-amplified. "

That very kind and calm voice: "Including this time, the conflict between you and the Ivy League sublimator was amplified due to misunderstanding, which caused this kind of thing to happen.

You need to examine yourself from time to time, Bona, addiction to violence does not change your condition, it will only increase your degree of drunkenness. "

There was a vaguely helpless voice sucking his nose, as if choking: "I know, Mr. Huai Shi, but sometimes I can't control myself. I don't know what to do."

"Remember what I told you?"

The kind voice sighed: "You ca n’t get drunk in those superficial and irresponsible **** = the stimulation of love, alcohol, and doping, Bona, you need a regular and normal life, a way to calm you down Empty your hobbies, are those classical music books helpful after you read them? "

"Some, some."

Next to Huai Shi, the muscular and tattooed, extremely burly nightmare eyes wiped tears and cried like a child: "I also dreamed of my brother last night ... he was not dead at that time, nor did I Nothing like it now ...

I do n’t know how long I have n’t dreamed of him. I remember we said a lot, and after waking up, I felt a lot calmer. "

"Very good, Bona, you are changing, aren't you?" In the cell, Huai Shi smiled and was very pleased: "You are getting better step by step."

Noticed that Liz was coming in, and the conversation between the two was temporarily suspended.

Then, Huai Shi saw the gloomy look of Liz, and the stone tooth sword in her hand, could not help but raised her eyebrows: "Miss Liz, are you finally trying to hack me?"

"Less nonsense, Huai poetry." Liz stared indifferently at Huai poetry: "What the **** are you doing?"

"what you mean?"

Huai Shi's confused hands: "I'm in prison now, what the **** can I do?"

"Who do you think this illusion cheated!"

Liz's expression appeared in the look of murder, and suddenly opened the prison door, reaching out to break the shadow left by Huai Shi. But at the moment of the tentacle, the expression suddenly froze.

And Huai Shi had already risen upside down, was hit on the wall, and slowly landed.

Big mouth vomited blood.

Qi Ruo hairspring.

This is not an illusion.

it is true?

Liz is incredible.

At the same time, outside the door, the sublimator of the Ivy League hurriedly whispered in her ear: "We caught Joe, he was in the infirmary, there was no resistance, after verification, it was not other people posing, conscious There is no trace of hypnosis and the influence of any orders. "

In short, everything is normal.

Liz froze in place.

In the silence, Huai Shi lay on the ground, struggling to support her neck and looking at her.

As if guessing something, the expression became very strange.

"Hey, Miss Liz ..."

He smiled and asked curiously: "You shouldn't think that Joe is me posing?"

Lizzy's gloomy expression says it all.

Ignored him, but asked back, "What did Joe do in a hurry to the hospital?"

"Prescribe medicine."

Answered Huai poem.

He propped up his body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Relying on the wall, his expression became contemptuous: "Miss Liz, Joe diagnosed the early stage of claustrophobia five days ago.

Because of this illness, he called the transfer report and will transfer to the ground area tomorrow. Today is the last day of his work here ... Why do you know your colleagues better than me? Or, do you think even this is related to me? "

Claustrophobia.

Liz was stupefied for a long time, but found that if it was for this reason, then everything became very reasonable, and he was just a look.

Can look closely at the man in front of her, she always feels wrong.

Even if it doesn't make any sense, she felt that it must have something to do with the person in front of her.

"What stare?"

Huaishi pouted: "Can I still make him claustrophobic? How long have I been here? I really have such awesomeness, why don't you move your mouth to talk about all of you schizophrenia? Or simply treat me as a savior, to me How about paying homage? At least it can eliminate some people's unfounded prejudice against me. "

"Search the body."

In a brief silence, Liz ordered.

Decided to follow intuition.

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