Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

When less than one-tenth of the Bone Burying Sanctuary was retrieved, a rift leading to darkness once again appeared in Huai Shi's chest. His whole person returned to the former ‘hollow’ state.

The inside of the body is flooded with darkness.

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

From afar in the cage of dreams, a gift on the iron crystal seat came.

This is the limit that the Bone Burying Sanctuary can convey under the blockade of heavy seals today-the elementary feathers weighing less than 0.1 grams.

At Huai Shi's fingertips, that feather that was erratic like mist and senseless was covered with light, which looked so elite.

That is not the qualitative change of Huai poems, but the alchemy from the iron crystal seat

Extracted the poison of the dream of rotten dream in the cage of dreams, processed it again with primordial science and incantology, weaved it into a small seed, and planted it in the feathers of the ghost crow.

A "Seed of Bubbles" woven by the chief technician himself.

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

This profound knowledge in primordial science and incantology made Huai Shi amazed.

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

Turned into a weight that is enough to move the balance of the balance and reverse the situation!

Huai Shi smiled and clenched her fingers.

That gray-black feather collapsed at the fingertips, turned into strands of thin mist, and quietly disappeared into the air.

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

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

When the guard walked outside the door, Huaishi suddenly made a sound.

He raised his hand and twitched his neckline, then smiled at the familiar guard: "It's a bit stuffy and can't 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 checkpoint.

"Hey, don't forget to swipe your card." The outer guard raised his eyes from the Sudoku room, looked at the anxious guard, and reminded him: "You don't look good."

"Sorry, it's a little uncomfortable."

The guard who was stopped behind the level gave a stiff smile.

His face is indeed not very good, and he is a little flushed, but his background is very pale, and it seems that he has lost too much blood. Obviously the temperature of the air conditioner is very low, but sweat can still be seen on the forehead.

The swiping motion is very stiff.

After passing the verification, the person hurried away.

The outer guard glanced at him suspiciously, not knowing what happened, but glanced back at the monitor below, picked up the walkie-talkie and asked about the situation, and found that everything was as usual and stopped caring.

Continue to indulge in the Sudoku game.

The guard who walked out of the checkpoint stiffly and quickly walked through a heavy door and verification, straight up, and quickly squeezed into another unclosed elevator.

He even ignored the concerned eyes of other people in the elevator, lowered his head, and pressed the button on the second floor.

The elevator closed slowly.

It is about to rise, but then quickly stagnates in place.

The elevator doors opened again.

Anger was looming in the guard's hurried expression, but when he saw someone walking in, he quickly lowered his head.

A blonde girl walked in.

Liz Hertmok.

After nodding to her colleagues, she pressed the button on the basement floor and turned her head back to say hello to the guard: "It's a morning after get off work today, Joe."

It seemed to be stunned for a while before realizing that he was calling himself.

The guard nodded and forced a smile.

A faint trace of sweat leaked from the back of his neck.

It feels... a bit strange.

The elevator doors closed slowly, rose quickly, and opened again.

Liz walked out of it and met an assistant waiting there in the corridor. The two talked a few words and then walked forward, but Liz's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Something is wrong!

"What's the matter?" the assistant asked.

Liz did not speak, but a bad conjecture emerged in her heart, and her expression gradually became hard to look.

In the elevator, the distance was close enough that she could even hear Joe's heartbeat... It was abnormally fast, related to his delayed reaction and his subconsciously tense body.

And the faint gaze cast behind her in the elevator.

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

But thinking about Joe's job and the abnormally dangerous prisoner in the prison, she had a worsening premonition.

"wrong."

She whispered softly, turned abruptly, and ran away behind her.

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

"Prevent the situation from getting worse!"

Liz rushed, and at the same time ordered everyone to start an urgent search for traces of Joe in the internal communication, and she rushed straight to the prison part of the fourth underground floor.

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

Even disregarding the stunned gaze of other people, he drew out the stone-toothed sword and rushed in the corridor with the speed of a sublimator!

I hope it's still too late...

In less than a minute, she had broken into the deepest prison underground, and the stone-toothed sword in her hand burst into flames. But when the elevator doors opened slowly, they didn't see the tragic scene as expected.

Everything is business as usual.

Only six idle guards were chatting with their coffee cups. They were surprised when they saw her come in, and quickly put down their cups and stood at attention.

"Where is Joe?" Liz asked, "Where?"

"He just left."

"What about Huai Shi?" Liz's eyes widened and saw the guard pointed in the direction of the cage.

There, there was a deep and kind dialogue.

"...So, sometimes you will be overly irritable and want to use violence, in fact, because you feel that someone is invading your safe zone. Your brutal behavior is essentially an overprotection of yourself, a kind of The insecurity that is over-magnified."

That very kind and calm voice: "Including this time the conflict between you and the Ivy League sublimator, because the misunderstanding was amplified, this happened.

You need to look at yourself from time to time, Bona. Indulging in violence does not change your situation, it will only increase your level of alcohol. "

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 can't indulge in those superficial and irresponsible **** = love, alcohol and drug stimulus, Bona, you need a regular and normal life, something that can calm you down Let go of your hobbies. Will those classical music books help you after reading them?"

"Yes, some."

Next to Huai Shi, the burly nightmare eyes covered in muscles and tattoos wiped his tears, crying like a child: "I dreamed of my brother last night... At that time he was not dead, and I too Nothing like this...

I don't know how long I haven't dreamed of him. I remember that we said a lot. After waking up, I felt a lot calmer. "

"Very well, Bona, you are changing, aren't you?" Huaishi smiled in the cell, very pleased: "You are getting better step by step."

Perceiving Liz's walk in, the conversation between the two was temporarily suspended.

Then, Huaishi saw Liz with a gloomy expression and the stone-toothed sword in her hand, and she couldn't help but raise her brows: "Miss Liz, you finally can't help but want to kill me?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Huai Shi." Liz stared at Huai Shi indifferently: "What the **** are you doing?"

"what you mean?"

Huai Shi spread her hands in doubt: "I'm in prison, what the **** can I do?"

"Who do you think this illusion can fool!"

Killing intent appeared in Liz's expression, and he suddenly opened the prison door, reaching out to crush the shadow left by Huai Shi. But at the moment of the tentacle, his expression suddenly stagnated.

Huai Shi had already flew upside down, hit the wall, and slowly landed.

Gulped blood out.

Feeling like a gossamer.

This is not an illusion.

it is true?

Liz couldn't believe it.

At the same time, outside the door, an Ivy League sublimator hurried over and whispered in her ear: "We caught Joe. He is in the infirmary. He didn't resist much. It was verified that it was not someone else pretending There is no trace of hypnosis or any instructions given here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In short, everything is normal.

Liz was stunned.

In the silence, Huai Shi lay on the ground, braced her neck with difficulty, and looked at her.

As if he had guessed something, his expression became extremely weird.

"Hey, Miss Liz..."

He squeezed a smile and asked curiously: "Don't you think I pretended to be Joe?"

Liz's gloomy expression said it all.

I ignored him, but turned around and asked, "What did Joe do in such a hurry to go to the medical room?"

"Prescribe medicine."

The answer was Huai Shi.

He propped up his body, leaning on the wall, and his expression became contemptuous: "Miss Liz, Joe was diagnosed with claustrophobia five days ago.

Because of this illness, he filed a transfer report and will be transferred to the ground area tomorrow. Today is his last day of work here...Why do you not know your colleagues as well as mine? Or do you think even this is related to me? "

Claustrophobia.

Liz was stunned for a long time, but found that if it was for this reason, then everything became very reasonable, and she was just overwhelmed.

But looking at the man in front of her, she always felt something was wrong.

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

"What stare?"

Huai Shi curled his lips: "Can I still get him claustrophobic? How long have I been here? I'm so awesome, why don't you move your mouth and talk about you all about schizophrenia? Or just treat me as the savior and treat me How about paying homage? At the very least, it can eliminate some people’s unwarranted prejudice against me."

"search."

In a brief silence, Liz gave orders.

Decided to follow intuition.