Apocalyptic Forecast

When less than one-tenth of the Bone Sanctuary was retrieved, Huai Shi's chest once again appeared a crack leading to 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 heavy seals today-source feathers weighing less than 0.1 grams.

At Huai Shi's fingertips, that fluttering, unfeeling feather was covered with a layer of light and looked so elite.

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

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, it is impossible to change the nature of the feathers, or even to remove the feathers during this period, so only the complicated techniques of living alchemy can be used, while taking into account the durability and ease of use.

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

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

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

Huai Shi smiled and clenched her fingers.

The 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 the door, 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 raised 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 stopped behind the checkpoint smiled stiffly.

His face was indeed not very good, he held back a little red, but the background was very pale, and he looked like he had 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 man left in a hurry.

The outer watcher gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what was happening, 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 games.

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.

Not even paying attention to the eyes of others in the elevator that seemed to concern, he lowered his head and pressed the button on the second floor.

The elevator closed slowly.

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

The elevator door opens again.

An angry look appeared in the guard's hurried expression, but when he saw the person walking in, he quickly lowered his head.

It was the blond girl who walked in.

Liz Hutmok.

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

It seems that after a moment of stunned reaction, he is calling himself.

The guard nodded and squeezed a smile.

A hint of sweat oozed from behind the neck.

It feels ... somewhat strange.

The elevator doors closed slowly, rose quickly, 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's footsteps suddenly stagnated.

Not right!

"What's wrong?" The assistant asked.

Liz didn't speak, but a bad conjecture appeared in her heart.

In the elevator, the distance was close enough, even enough that she heard Joe's heartbeat ... It wasn't normal, and his delayed reaction and subconsciously tense body were connected.

And vaguely looked at her behind the elevator.

For a moment, she felt a little allergic.

But when she thinks of Joe's job and the prisoner in the prison that is dangerously high, she has a premonition that is getting worse.

"wrong."

She murmured softly, turned suddenly, and ran away behind her.

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

"Stop the situation from getting worse!"

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

Thinking 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 ...

In less than 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.

As usual.

Only the six idle guards were chatting with their coffee cups. When she saw her coming in, she was stunned and quickly put down the cup to stand upright.

"How about Joe?" Liz asked. "Where?"

"He just left."

"What about Huaixi?" 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 misunderstandings, 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 situation, it will only make you more drunk. "

There was a vaguely helpless voice sucking his nose, as if choked: "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? "

"Yes, 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."

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

Then, Huai Shi saw the gloomy face of Liz, and the stone tooth sword in her hand, could not help but raised her eyebrows: "Miss Liz, you finally can't help but want to hack me?"

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

"what you mean?"

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

"Who do you think this illusion deceived!"

In the look of Liz, murderous intentions emerged, and he suddenly opened the prison door, reaching out to smash the shadow left by Huai Shi. But at the moment of the tentacle, the expression suddenly froze.

But Huai Shi had already flew upside down, and was smashed against the wall, slowly landing.

The big mouth vomited blood.

Angry as a 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 pretending to be, conscious There is no trace of hypnosis and the influence of any orders. "

In short, everything works.

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.

"Hello, Miss Liz ..."

He smirked and asked curiously: "Do you think that Joe is my pretend?"

Liz's somber expression said it all.

Ignoring him, he asked back: "What did Joe do in a hurry to the hospital?"

"Prescribe medicine."

The answer is Huai Shi.

He propped himself up, leaning against the wall, and 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 not know your colleagues better than me? Or, do you think even this is related to me? "

Claustrophobia ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Liz was puzzled for a long time, but found that if it was for this reason, then everything became very reasonable, and he was just overexposed.

But looking closely at the man in front of her, she always felt 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."

In a brief silence, Liz ordered.

Decided to follow intuition.

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