Apocalyptic Forecast

When less than one-tenth of the Bone Burying Sanctuary was retrieved again, a crack 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 filled with darkness.

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

　　 From a far away in the cage of dreams, there was a gift on the iron crystal seat.

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

　　 At Huai Shi’s fingertips, that feather that wafts like mist and has no sense of reality is covered with a layer of light, which looks so elite.

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

　　 extracted the poison of rot dreams in the cage of dreams, processed it again with primacy science and incantology, weaved it into a small seed, and planted it in the feathers of the ghost crow.

　　 A "Bubble Seed" weaving 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 makes Huai Shi awe-inspiring.

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

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

　　 Huaishi smiled and clenched her fingers.

　　 That gray-black feather collapsed at the fingertips and turned into a thin mist, quietly dissipating in 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 pulled his neckline, then smiled at the familiar guard: "It's a bit stuffy, I can't breathe, don't you think?"

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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."

　　 "I'm sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable."

　　 The guard who was stopped behind the level smiled stiffly.

　　 His face is indeed not very good, he is a little flushed, but the background is very pale, and he looks like 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 had 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.

　　 didn't even pay attention to the concerned eyes of other people in the elevator, lowered his head, and pressed the button on the second floor.

　　 The elevator slowly closed.

　　 was about to rise, but then quickly stopped in place.

　　 The elevator door opened again.

　　 There was anger looming in the guard's hurried expression, but when he saw the person 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, turned her head and said hello to the guard: "It's pretty morning to get off work today, Joe."

　　 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 oozes from the back of his neck.

　　 makes people feel... kind of strange.

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

　　 Liz walked out of it, and met the 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 wrong?" the assistant asked.

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

　　In the elevator, the distance was close enough, even enough for her to hear Joe's heartbeat...It was abnormally fast, related to his sluggish reaction and his subconsciously tight body.

　　 and the faint gaze cast behind her in the elevator.

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

　　 But when she thinks about Joe's job and the abnormally dangerous prisoner in the prison, she has an increasingly bad premonition.

　　 "No way."

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

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

　　 "Prevent the situation from getting worse!"

　　 Liz dashed, 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 floor underground.

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

　　 even ignoring the stunned gaze of other people, drew out the stone-toothed sword, and rushed in the corridor with the ascendant's speed!

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 slowly opened, they didn't see the tragic scene as expected.

　　 Business as usual.

　　 There were only six idle guards holding coffee cups and chatting. Seeing her coming in, they looked astonished and quickly put down their cups and stood at attention.

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

　　 "He just left."

　　 "Where is Huaishi?" Liz's eyes widened and saw the guard pointing 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 sense of insecurity being over-magnified."

　　 That very kind and calm voice: "This time, including the conflict between you and the Ivy League sublimator, because the misunderstanding was amplified, this kind of thing 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 drunkenness. "

　　 There was a vaguely helpless voice sucking his nose, as if choking: "I know, Mr. Huaishi, 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 **** = the stimulation of love, alcohol and drug prohibition, Bona, you need a regular and normal life, a kind that can calm you down Let go of your hobbies. Will those classical music books help you after reading them?"

　　 "Some, some."

Next to Huai Shi, that burly nightmare eye with muscles and tattoos wiped his tears, crying like a child: "I dreamt of my brother last night... At that time he was not dead, and I Nothing like this...

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

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

　　 aware of Liz's walk in, the conversation between the two temporarily stopped.

　　 Then, Huaishi saw Liz with a gloomy look and the stone-toothed sword in her hand, and 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?"

　　 Huaishi was puzzled: "I'm in prison, what the **** can I do?"

　　 "Who do you think this illusion can fool!"

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

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

　　 gulped out blood.

　　 Qi is like hairspring.

　　 This is not an illusion.

it is true?

　　 Liz is unbelievable.

At the same time, outside the door, the Ivy League sublimator hurried over and whispered in her ear: "We caught Joe. He is in the infirmary. He did not resist much. It was verified that it was not someone else pretending to be. There are no signs of hypnosis or any instructions."

　　 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~www.wuxiaspot.com~Miss Liz..."

　　 He smiled, and asked curiously: "Don't you think I pretended to be Joe?"

　　 Liz's gloomy expression says it all.

　　 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, 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 overexcited.

　　 can look at the man in front of her, she always feels that something is wrong.

　　 Even if there is no reason at all, but she feels that this must have something to do with the person in front of her.

　　 "What are you staring at?"

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. 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 the order.

　　 decided to follow intuition.