Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The lighting in the laboratory was dark.

The witches suddenly woke up, and a tube of physical supplement and a glass of water were sent to his hands.

“Trust, subconsciously appease.” Song researcher looked down at the analysis report just generated: “Where Wei Ge, it is a good phenomenon to detect fluctuations that are close to falling below the safety threshold.”

The sorcerer swallowed the supplement quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.

The researcher of Song looked at the witch: "Take him out, you need an opportunity."

"From the subconscious, you need an extremely stressful environment - the premise is that the brother must absolutely trust you."

A piece of information was handed to the hands of the witch.

Just 12 pages detailing the r-code base layout, staffing structure, and several important timelines. The data is quite familiar to the base, and the compilation is rushed, like a temporary search memory -

The sorcerer looked down to Mao Dongqing.

Mao Dongqing slightly decapitated, solemnly thanked: "Slightly cotton."

After a quarter of an hour, the witches entered the instrument again.

Waiting for the stress opportunity takes time. Before that, you must stabilize the trust of the young man, which is commonly known as the solid pet.

After the spins, the vulture hole shrank.

He stood in the open space of the r code base near the instructor's residence, nearly half a hill from last night's bedroom. Thick black fog obscures the line of sight.

He did not follow Daxie.

The sorcerer slammed his legs and ran back.

The current in the mind is noisy, and the communication path with the outside world is finally established. The researcher of Song is anxiously inquiring, and the connection is intermittent: "Little witch, have you seen Weige... The fluctuation of the instrument has just opened with the threshold, it is not right... To find Weige ......"

Time lapses in subconsciousness and reality are not equal. In just two hours, the r code base has moved from late at night to noon. The sorcerer walks through the black nose of the nose, grabs the left rib in the fast running, and breathes almost from the chest until the dormitory is close at hand.

The bedroom was empty and the door was not locked. The meticulous quilt that was supposed to be stacked was scattered and the cabinet was opened.

Training clothes and pillows are just as many.

It’s not like someone breaks in, it’s more like a big squat in a stubborn rummage.

From last night to the present, there is only one thing missing.

The sorcerer is like a hail.

He bit his teeth, rushed out of the bedroom again, and quickly contacted the Song researcher: "Subconscious will self-complement?"

The researcher of Song affirmed the answer and suddenly realized what he was horrified.

The sorcerer clenched his fist: "Wei brother... there is no sense of security in the subconscious."

He should have thought that he should have thought of it - the guns on the bed that had been asleep after ten years were complete, comparable to the armory, and the cause of the psychological defense was traced to the r code base.

Insecure. Things that are stuffed into the quilt and held in your arms may disappear at any time.

Only this time disappeared is the witch.

The sorcerer was not held hostage, and he “walked” himself, appearing near the “more powerful” instructor 2 km away.

It is tantamount to betraying the sickle.

The witches lived their lips and their hearts beat fiercely. They searched from a bungalow. Countless strange, surprised, and distorted crazy faces flashed. The unreformed person pointed at him whispering, and the unsuccessful reformers were unconscious and foamed. Laughing at him.

On the edge of the playground, two fifteen or six-year-old teenagers are excited about what they are looking for. They look at the sorcerer and look away from the tail.

The two men were the ones who fought in the group yesterday. They were robbed of weapons by Witchguard, and they also robbed the redemption voucher for a night. Seeing that the sorcerer walked straight, he didn’t pick up the sleeves and showed the knife that flew between the fingers. The two men’s heads were faint.

Where is this **** god? Looking at the short head, there are not many people talking about it -

The witch did not start, and one immediately said: "Don't, have something to say!...who are you looking for, who are you looking for? Wei Shi? He he... I heard that he didn't know what was irritated last night, from midnight to morning. I have been wandering around the iron gate..."

The witch's eyelids beat, and the iron gate was where he appeared yesterday.

The boy hurriedly added: "...just now, the instructor came to ask about the willingness to transform, and Wei directly signed the second transformation..."

The witches breathe a little, and the current in the ear is confusing: "Where."

"cl04 floor..."

The sorcerer turned around and ran.

At the farthest point of consciousness, Mao Dongqing, who is guiding the layout of his r-code base, blurted out: "No, Wei Ge’s second transformation should not be this time--"

"Genetic transformation" is the twisted glory in the r-code base and the only means to transform people to climb up. The sorcerer’s eyes swept through the base where the smoke was rolling. The victims fought and bullied under the encouragement of the injurer. Each teenager who chose to sign the transformation agreement was driven by different internal factors.

Some people are in order to override other reformers. Some people want to fill their stomachs, others are to get out of the base, others are for higher-level training and access, and they apply for renovation in advance.

The witch was so distressed that he was so confused that he wanted to hurry up and become stronger.

The cl04 building appeared in the field of vision, and the witch cut off the communication and took a deep breath to push the door open. The smooth marble floor and light-colored training field advanced coatings are more than one level higher than yesterday's simple playground.

Here is the training ground for teenagers to enter before they can be transformed.

It is the r-code base for the award of “spontaneous, heroic acceptance of transformation”.

The sorcerer did not have access to the chip. He could only look for it along the huge glass window and eventually stopped at one place.

Shooting training room.

When Wei Wei was facing him, the training suit took off and only the vest was left, and the sweat slid down the back of the boy who was slightly thinner. He frowned, his hand was an old manual step/gun.

His grip on the gun is not proficient, and it seems a bit ridiculous - if you are in the Crowson show, the first batch of f-level exercises that are eliminated may ridicule the time. He is facing a small piece of backward projection screen, trying to adjust the shooting posture.

The sorcerer was almost fascinated by such a teenager on the window.

After signing the transformation, this is the first time Wei Wei has been allowed to hold a gun. It is clear that the Qing dynasty has been in a mess, but every action has fallen on the tip of the sorcerer's heart.

Plop through.

A whole piece of sorcerer glued to the bright floor-to-ceiling glass and struck the window.

When Wei Wei had a meal, he seemed to be afraid of his own eyes. He eventually turned his face and swept over the direction of the witch.

He turned indifferently and watched as if he had continued to play with the gun/branch. The trajectory that was almost close to the target was again inaccurate because of the jitter.

Dagu is angry.

The sorcerer continued to knock on the window, making it hard to export, and rushing to make trouble - Wei Shi! Wei, Wei Shi!

Wei Shi did not care, even changed direction.

The sorcerer hurriedly and cheeky and changed his face to the glass, and pitifully apologized to the glass.

Wei was almost angry. The quasi-mirror's inner field of view is distorted, and the cold wind with black fog has been blowing from the early morning to the early morning. He searched the entire base in the cold wind and waited until the sunrise outside the iron gate.

The teenager turned cold and turned.

The midday sun moved from one side to the other, and the sorcerer changed almost every glass.

When Wei took the gun, he swept it to the little dwarf and pulled it on the window. It was soaked like a piece of cream marshmallow that was roasted and fragrant in the sun.

Seeing the end of the training of the Daxie, the sorcerer’s spirit is uplifting, and he is struggling to stretch himself on the glass, and he is afraid that he will not see it. The chubby hand raised high is harder than the heart.

Wei Shi finally pushed the door of the practice room.

The sorcerer dragged on the small body of the smoker, and opened his mouth: "Wei!"

The pace of the big bang increased, and the sorcerer got together: "Well, Wei... I was wrong..."

Dagu turned back and his eyes were cold.

The sorcerer stayed for two seconds, almost unable to control the panic, but the little short legs cling to keep up. When Wei Wei did not say a word, the sorcerer was behind him, and he went wherever he went.

He followed the screaming playground and yelled at the exchange of supplies. He was guarding the side and went to the cafeteria to eat.

r code base, food and any materials need to be exchanged with coupons. Before the veil disappeared, all the green vouchers were stuffed into the big drawers. No food could not be served on the table. Only a corner could be found silently, pitifully groaning.

Wei Shi’s hand holding a tableware.

The sorcerer shrank again in the corner, and the small animals were generally keenly instinctive and momentary vigilant—the big cockroaches seemed to be more angry than before.

The sorcerer's subconscious eyes smashed round, and they smothered themselves in the shadows, trying to show their ingenuity, not occupying the land, not eating well, and so on. go.

Weiwei had a very fast meal. After a few minutes, the dishes were heavily smashed on the table and turned away indifferently.

The next corner of the plastic bowl, faintly pressed a green note -

The witch's heart jumped sharply, and the green coupon was held in the hands from the corner.

r code base material exchange coupon, 1 point.

Fold a standard meal.

At this angle, only the sorcerer who grows mushrooms in the corner can see it.

The small round face suddenly rose, and the sorcerer couldn’t help but smirk. He quickly collected the green voucher and rushed in the direction of the disappearance of the big cockroach—

On the side of the canteen, on the edge of the woods, Wei Shi finally was willing to see him.

The big cockroach stood straight in the shade of the tree, but the younger ones saw the outline of Ying Ting in the light and shadow. He stood with his arms up, and for a moment, the sorcerer almost thought he saw the guardian time ten years later.

The light in the eyes is burning, and the angle of the thin lips is as cold.

Like a knife that has just been sheathed.

Witchcraft came to him and was about to explain -

The shoulder was suddenly pressed by the giant force, and the neck and the collarbone should be clamped by the guard. The shadows are down, the sorcerer is out of control, the little curls are stupid, and the reaction is over, not a kiss but a question.

The movement of Daxie is consistent with the departure from ten years later. It is fast and accurate, and the posture of intimidating coercion is far less than ten years old.

Wei Shi’s expression was tense and his voice shouted: “Who are you?”

The sorcerer was forced to lean on the cold trunk behind him, his neck was red, and his mind was running fast: "B, b zone reformers..."

Area b, the non-combat type transformation test area, Mao Dongqing gave the reason for the witch.

Wei Shi: "Where did you go last night."

The sorcerer pity replied: "Go back to the b area to get things, when you come back, the road is sealed..."

The districts in the base are not connected to each other, and only the instructors open the passages occasionally. The answer is not contrary to common sense. As for whether or not to seal the road - in the subconscious, if Wei is willing to believe in witchcraft, the logic will automatically make up the excuse. If you can't trust, there are many reasons for it.

The sorcerer stared at the eyes of the big cockroach, and the non-reflective pupils had a storm brewing until their shadows lit up in the pupils.

Wei Wei no expression: "Why don't you tell me when I go."

The sorcerer finally breathed a sigh of relief and his fingertips trembled slightly.

I chose to believe.

Witch whispered: "I am afraid to wake you up."

The little dwarf carefully held the hand of the young man, and the most vulnerable throat could be cut off with a little force. Just a little scary, he could make a delicate red mark, and his eyes were wet and looked at him.

Not only short but stupid.

Wei Wei’s eyes were so deep that he was somewhat overwhelmed, and he only thought of setting up momentum. He must establish a majesty in front of the little dwarf.

The teenager squinted and shouted: "Stand up."

The sorcerer’s standing is good.

Wei Shi ordered: "I only say once. In front of me, don't hide, don't run away. If I find out -" He pinched his fingers and the bones creaked.

The sorcerer’s eyes were wide, and the guards counted for a few seconds until they confirmed that the little dwarf was scared enough. He said coldly: “I will take you back.” He has a fierce addition: “You can’t run, I have a gun. ""

The sorcerer stayed.

Wei Wei’s slightly immature eyebrows became arrogant, but the sorcerer who was familiar with the young micro-expression could see that he was nervous.

"Just," he said: "At the shooting range, you saw it. The step/gun is mine, you can't run away."

r code base, nothing is more precious than a gun. The witch's eyelashes shook slightly, and it took a lot of money to get the gun.

When Wei saw him frowning, his heart snorted and he was afraid of scaring people. Although the little dwarf can fight in the group, it is quite small to look at the courage. He pretended to be tired of adding: "As a duty, I bully you, I remember for you. Hey, understand?"

This kind of little fool who doesn't want anyone, only himself will spend so much to domesticate!

Wu Hao nodded nodded and repeated with the big man: "Do not hide, do not run away..."

Wei Shi was satisfied and continued to press people on the tree to extract confession.

"What is your genetically modified donor?"

The witches quickly moved out of the prepared rhetoric: "Snow Leopard! Just like that, white, spotted, very sensitive little leopard!"

When Wei was overwhelmed, the answer of the witch was obviously not judged by the subconscious.

Witches nervously added: "There is still a little ancient pterosaur gene..."

Wei Shi looked at him with no expression: "No concealment."

The witches are crazy, they have to try to add: "Yes, there are rabbits..."

Wei snorted and finally passed the answer.

Wu Yi: "..." You just want to use the rabbit to fight!

Unexpectedly, the next second was thrown out of an epic puzzle: "What rabbit."

Wu Yi: "It seems to be a normal white rabbit..."

Daxie is not salty and not faint, and slowly swallows the opening: "There is a canteen, and the stew is not good."

Wu Yi: "..." What does it have to do with me!

Wei Shi: "What is your direction of transformation?"

The sorcerer struggled to make a plan: "Non-combat direction, art class... singing, singing, mainly folk songs, with a little popularity."

Wei Shi instructions: "Sing."

The witch was forced to sing a whole theme song of Crowson, and finally finally eliminated the doubts.

Wei Shi’s dagger: “No wonder it’s going to be outside the iron gate, it’s really useless.”

Wu Yan, ah, was cold, and was dragged by the big bang to pull the collar to him. Wei Shi scared the witch and finished, and finally prepared to stamp the little dwarf: "Hey."

Wu Yan looked at him with a small round face.

Wei’s fingers were tight, and the juvenile’s slender hand did not have a heavy shot after ten years, driving people to be less skilled. He pointed to himself and asked the little dwarf to do things.

Wu Yanran.

Wei Shi urged: "Faithful to me -"

The sorcerer snorted and his head happily rushed over. The teenager is much taller than him, his face is squeaky, and his hand holding his collar is deliberately controlled, like a bag of candy that is easy to scatter. The sorcerer is both distressed and warm, and the subconscious raises his toes and raises his face...

Wei is a stiff.

The "big brother" waiting for it did not hear, but the cheeks were slightly moist.

The place that was kissed by Demi fired the fire.

The young man’s face was red.

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