Doomsday Wonderland

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The chaotic mosaic in midair stopped the first time and stagnate in the air.

In just half a minute, Bohemia fell to the ground like a lost support; her face was washed away with all the blood, and even her lips were green and her body was bursting. Sudden convulsions in pain, but only squeezed intermittent sound from the throat.

"What happened?" Descartes finally returned to God. "Are you poisoned?"

Bohemia opened his mouth, as if a fish had been taken off the water, and the breath was light for a while, and the snoring sounded a fluster.

"Can't breathe?" Descartes rushed around in a hurry, picking up a dazzling mosaic in midair. "Strange, you know that there is no entrance except for the potato chips and sandwiches. How can it be poisoned?"

According to the game time, the two foods were eaten more than 12 hours ago. Even if they had problems, they would not be separated for so long, and suddenly there was such a rapid emergency symptom - "You hold on, I I still need you to take me out of the copy!" Descartes fined around her. "Do you think, have you eaten something else?"

"No, no..." Bohemian's face began to fade from blue to white, as the oxygen in the blood began to drain: "Save... I..."

How to save? What kind of poison is it, what method is used, and when did it enter her body?

Descartes has always been keen to enjoy the fun of thinking, but at this time it has experienced the distress of no answer. Seeing that Bohemia is getting more and more painful, it is also disturbed by a rare horror - it is staring at Bohemia, which is constantly struggling on the ground, for a few seconds.

Then, from a mosaic of chaos, a large number of snow-white colors suddenly emerged—a bare, gypsum-like head suddenly rises from the chaos, and the mouth stretches into a deep and secluded bottom. The black hole, swallowed the head of Bohemia in a sip.

After her body struggled outside for a few twists, she quickly lost her strength and remained soft.

In the conference room, there was a darkness, and several tables and chairs that had been knocked over fell to the ground. The shimmering light from the outside corridor faintly dyed the lines of the ground. The white-and-white sculpture of the human head is floating in the darkness, and the mouth is cracked to an astonishing level, with Bohemian heads motionless.

Even in the silence that the breath was cut off, only the clock hands hung on the wall ticking away, and the sound of the air screaming was different.

Descartes has always kept the action of "swallowing" Bohemia, can't see the clock, and don't know how long it has been - seeing the gleam that penetrates through the half-opening of the door, the color gradually becomes lighter and brighter. Eventually it became a white light, and it came to understand that the morning had arrived.

A footstep walked into the hall outside without going through the meeting room and went up the second floor. Descartes kept the original shape, listened to the footsteps of the upstairs and turned a few laps, and walked down the stairs again - it seems that until this time, the talent noticed that the door of the conference room was half open, speeding up several steps After rushing over, he pushed open the door and slammed the morning light in the morning into the conference room.

"Ah, it was here."

The man stood in the sky, and even the broken hair on his head was reflected, but it made people unable to see the face - but this voice is no doubt, it is the secretary of the beef.

"Hey... Miss Winters?"

He walked up two steps and finally called Descartes to see the mask on his face. He looked at the tables and chairs that had been knocked over, and his eyes fell back on Bohemia's body. Hesitated for a while and adjusted the mask. Descartes does not exist in this game, so the NPCs can't see it at all; in the eyes of the secretary of the beef, the white head of the snow that swallowed the head of Bohemia is probably completely transparent air.

"Really, I died in a conference room without windows... Forget it, take a fan and come over later. I don't think this method really works." He looked down for a moment and shook his head. "It’s pretty beautiful, and it’s a pity that it’s the end. Oh, the original document is here.”

His eyes lit up and he hurriedly grabbed the stack of documents that had been knocked over with the table: "No wonder he didn't find it - it's really Miss Winters. It seems that you have a hunch in your heart, knowing that you are not safe. What?"

The corpse will not answer, but the beef secretary still seems to have not resisted, and whispered for a while. Even if he knew that his target was a dead person, anyone who listened to his tone would feel awkward and admired in his tone.

"Then I will accept it first. With them, whether it is investigating your death or investigating your past, the focus will be shifted to those criminal organizations..." The beef secretary is very sighing, spit A long breath. He hurried through all the documents, and then they sorted them up and said to the people on the ground: "Miss Winters, you are really amazing. I will not forget you..."

"...you have to remember your grandmother."

The beef secretary seemed to be pinned out, and suddenly jumped from the ground. For a time, his face was almost whiter than the sculpture refined by Descartes. There was no difference in his eyes, but Descartes had quietly loosened his mouth just now; Bohemia, which slipped out of his mouth, did not know when he recovered his consciousness and opened his eyes again.

"You - how can you still - not right!" The secretary hurried back a few steps, breathing to blow the mask a drum. He remembered what it was like, pulling a mask down and smelling it, his face was even more ugly: "It shouldn't be alive!"

Bohemian slowly stood up with his hands and feet, and his feet were still stained with the blood that she spit out. Her voice lost the softness of the past, dried up like a sandpaper, and it sounded like a tear for her throat: "...is it really a problem with the air?"

The voice of this sentence was gone, and the surprise of the secretary of the beef suddenly stopped on the face. Except for a breath of breath, even the eyes were no longer moving. Bohemia snorted with a hand and nose. In the middle, I heard the voice of the copy host: "Congratulations, you have successfully lived to the fourth stage, and once again cleared the game. Now inform the fifth stage of the goal: first, find out the secretarial murder of yours; second, Live from the secretary; third, save yourself to today's off-duty time. After all the goals are completed, the prison situation is over."

Although the game is cleared, but this story is the key moment, can not be distracted - Bohemia bite the table and chair to stand firm, just feel the body is like a fire burning the internal organs; just She desperately thought about what the beef secretary would do next, and the white figure next to him melted like it, falling back into a mess and disappearing.

Descartes regained its appearance as a mosaic, and hurriedly floated up to ask for help: "How, my brain is turning fast and fast? When I think about it, I know that there is a problem in the air - hey, smoked mice are Such……"

After the voice of the copy host fell, the beef secretary recovered his mind. He looked at Bohemia a few times, and I don’t know if it’s more shocking or more praised: “...you reacted in time, so paused your breath? But what should you breathe in? It seems that you are not only good-minded, but also physically better than ordinary people..."

He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.

"There are still a few hours before I go to work. Fortunately, I decided to take a look at the situation earlier." He frowned and felt very tricky. He gathered soft and shiny hair: "I wanted to avoid doing it myself, let you A person is dead here... I didn’t have to go to work today, as long as I played an uninformed lover who was waiting for you in the restaurant at night. Why did you make things so complicated? Now it’s easy if it’s not handled well. It will cause suspicion. If you are so dead, it would be very convenient for you and me... You should be smart enough to know that I can't let you survive anyway."

"I am very convenient when you die, why don't you see you commit suicide." Bohemian gas is not even, and every breath is like a knife in the lungs, or insist on ridicule. "You want to destroy my mouth? You are going to try it."

That is to say, she has no bottom in her heart.

There is no physical gap between male and female evolutionists because of gender, but ordinary people can be different. Not to mention that she did not know what to inhale - even if Descartes reacted quickly and isolated the air in time, the inhaled foreign body has already greatly damaged her lung function.

I can't even breathe without breathing. How can I fight with a man who is far more powerful than himself?

The beef secretary smiled and loosened the neckline of his shirt. "I won't be too rude," he said slowly. "I just want to go out from you."

Oh, yes. Just now, he was shocked by the sudden sound of Bohemia. Under the conditioned retreat, he stepped back a few steps. Now he is in the direction of the door, just blocked by Bohemia.

"You...you still want to put me here, do you want to do it again?" Bohemia looked around and decided to first inquire about the intelligence: "What poison are you putting? I obviously don't smell the smoke. ......"

“Smoke? Poison?” The secretary of the beef sneaked and smiled. “If you want to know, it’s not good to come again.”

The time of writing this time is earlier than last time, and it is written more than the last time! I feel that the state has recovered a bit...