Players Please Get In the Car

The dummy player didn't expect that the person who had fought for so long before would suddenly become so powerful, but he was not the only one with the hole card!

A heart-shaped prop rolled to the ground.

However, Xu Huo, who was standing beside him, didn't even move his eyebrows. While the props were being knocked out by an invisible force, he was covered by a translucent defensive barrier—the defense range of the "inviolable territory" was not very large. It is even more impossible to fully include the people, not to mention that Xu Huo had no intention of protecting him.

The black knife that pierced his heart was still twisting vigorously. Even after the prop exploded, he did not relax for a moment. The painful groans of the dummy player were covered by the explosion, but after the strong light passed, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching the flames of the explosion being blocked by an invisible barrier a few inches away, the dummy player was filled with hatred, but he couldn't speak, he could only squint his eyes and curse Xu Huo with his eyes.

Xu Huo watched him swallow his breath before pulling out the black knife without changing his face.

But even so, he was still angry.

Regardless of whether Dr. Dole is real or a clone, he is the person to be protected by the Twin Cities in name. Looking at the performance of Song Dynasty before, he and the dummy player should know each other. The two are likely to be companions. Unlike the Song Dynasty, the dummy player could sacrifice a "Dr. Dole" just to lure a player from the outer zone into a trap.

It all sounds absurd.

Naturally, the dummy players may not necessarily be on the side of the Twin Cities.

After receiving the other party's relics, Xu Huo first checked the luggage compartment. However, in addition to food and water, there were several corpses stuffed in his luggage compartment.

When they were taken out, they were all "Dr. Dole" with the same face, and each corpse was kept in a special body bag with a serial number and some remarks on it.

Xu Huo turned over one of them, and it said: "Inhale a lot of white mushroom spores."

This Dr. Dole has some hyphae on his nose and mouth, and the growth is very good.

The reproductive ability of mutant white mushrooms is indeed very strong, but it definitely has not reached the point where it can grow directly in the nose of a living person. The human body cannot provide nutrition for it at all. Even if a certain amount of spores are inhaled, there are medicines that can be taken, and it is absolutely impossible to cause death .

But the corpse had no trauma, nor was it poisoned.

Without opening the body bag, he went to look at the second corpse, but the card read: "Extremely frightened."

People's eyes are still open, but people can't keep their expressions after death, so they can only see a face that is not very peaceful. The cause of death may be inhaling spores. It's strange enough, but now is it too frightened?

At least the two Dr. Dole he had met before were normal people, not like they had heart disease.

The third corpse was even more strange, and the note was "Itching Flying Snake Grass".

There were a lot of scratch marks on the body, but they were just some very shallow wounds, like the red marks scratched after being bitten by mosquitoes, without even breaking the skin, and flying snake grass is a mutated plant that can cause skin itching. According to the manual of the Twin Cities, this kind of grass is only slightly poisonous, and it doesn't even need antidote. Normal people can itch for a few minutes.

There are two corpses in the back, and the remark is also very strange. It can be seen that the remark is the cause of death, but this kind of cause of death makes people feel inexplicable. Let alone an evolved person, even a child who has not evolved, it is impossible for this reason die.

Scanning the corpses on the ground one by one, Xu Huo took out the "world in the painting", but unexpectedly found that the people on the painting paper had their mouths open like dehydrated fish, unable to even make a sound.

Pour the person out quickly. Dr. Dole, who was fine when he went in, is now black all over, and he has no air but no air.

First gave him an injection of King bacteria antidote, and added a little physical strength to him, and it took a while for him to recover.

"Thank you..." Dr. Dole leaned against the tree trunk, and he did not forget to thank him while breathing hard.

"You took off the protective mask?" Xu Huo frowned.

Dr. Dole was a little embarrassed for a while, "I felt that it was too suffocating inside and I couldn't breathe, so I took off the mask..."

Xu Huo checked his protective clothing and found that there was a small wound on the palm of his hand, and the damaged part had already festered. When he came out just now, he thought it was because the pollutants in the world in the painting had not been cleaned up. I didn't expect it to be because of such a slight toxin.

That's right, if it was Hugo's pollutants, Dr. Dole would have died long ago, but the toxin in his wound was tested with an instrument and it was indeed a very mild poison. Such a slight poison could almost poison him to death. Not to mention evolutionary people, even ordinary people who have never taken evolutionary agents are not so weak...

Xu Huo sat down opposite him, took a sip of water slowly, and came back to his senses.

No wonder Dr. Dole couldn't be sent to the second city, not only because of the dangers on the road, but also because of his own factors - he is too fragile, he will die if he disagrees with you, and this kind of mutant plants are flooding any place. In the corner environment, as long as he wanted to, he could die in any way.

Like the overly frightened one.

Dr. Dole was concerned about recovering his strength, and then he turned his head and saw the corpse next to him. He was startled, then stood up unbelievably, walked closer to check one by one, from the initial mental collapse to gradually accepting the facts , and carefully inspected and compared each corpse, and finally came to a conclusion, "They are all my clones."

Xu Huo raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

"Sure," Dr. Dole nodded, "It is generally impossible to achieve this level of similarity with props or plastic surgery. Each of them has exactly the same fingerprints, and although their faces are roughly the same, there are some tiny spots left on their faces due to different living habits. Wrinkles are different—everyone is the same and different, and that's the clone."

"You misunderstood, I mean, how can you be sure that they are your clones?" Xu Huo looked at him, "Don't you think you are too?"

"How is it possible..." Dr. Dole retorted subconsciously, but he stopped suddenly in the middle of the sentence, and he said after a while: "No wonder, there is no part about clones in my memory. If I am the main body, then I should keep the research and development The memory of the clones, but my existing memory can support my normal judgment that these are clones, but I have no memory of these clones at all."

"It's impossible for someone to create a large number of clones of me without my knowledge."

After a few words and a short silence, Dr. Dole accepted the situation and said, "It seems that reaching the subcity is more difficult than I imagined. So many clones have died."

Xu Huo threw him a bag of biscuits, "Is there any reason why clones are more fragile than ordinary people?"