Time-Limited Hunt

Yan Junxun crouched down and determined that this little robot was the one in Huo Qingjun's room. +++ Ranking of the latest Danmei novels: www.sto123.cc

The air in the pipe was very humid, and the shirt that had never been dried was attached to the skin, making Yan Junxun feel uncomfortable. The sound of rain disappeared in his head again, just a little, as if it were raining far away.

Who put the little robot here, waiting for them to discover?

Shi Shanyan took the little robot's hat and stood up again. He was near the iron wall of the pipe and wiped it by hand to see the graffiti on it.

Graffiti on the walls showed that several exaggerated human bodies were drawn into a bow shape, and the woman's face was painted with a beard.

Shi Shanyan thought of the graffiti on the walls he had just seen under the refuge. At that time, they were just irregular lines, but now they have become familiar things.

Standing behind Shi Shanyan, Yan Junxun still has a fresh memory of the beard on the face of the graffiti woman: "This is the graffiti in the corridor of Liu Xincheng."

No one was in the empty pipeline. Shi Shanyan and Yan Junxun could be sure that there was no one here. But the graffiti seemed to be a kind of mockery, and Yan Junxun's ear seemed to echo with laughter. The feeling of being watched again struck him, making him cold-haired.

Yan Junxun was disturbed by some clear ideas. He took a step back and looked at the graffiti suspiciously. Is it Park Lin? Or a scalpel? Who is doing this kind of thing? The system has been turned off, and Hephaestus cannot monitor him through the chip.

I am looking at you.

Someone seemed to say this to him across the air.

"Go forward," Shi Shanyan returned the hat to the little robot, holding Yan Junxun's hand, "Go to the end to see."

They have no retreat and must move forward. This chaotic world is full of fog, and the discomfort of being monitored always appears when they can vaguely see the truth.

The little robot was lying on the ground, and its hat was wet with dirty water. Yan Junxun stepped over it, and his eyeglasses, which were wearing goggles, crooked and ran out of electricity. It persists with the remaining power until now, as if to talk to them.

The water at the bottom of the pipe increased and gradually disappeared to Yan Junxun's calf.

Shi Shanyan looked up and looked at the top of the pipe. He could hear the sound of water flowing against the iron wall: "There is a pipe leaking."

Yan Junxun also raised his head and asked, "Do you know the time?"

"At our speed," Shi Shanyan said, "It should be around 23 o'clock now."

"I haven't heard the vibration of the light track passing for a long time," Yan Junxun did not hear at the scalpel's house, he continued, "Now there is only one hour left before the recovery time," Yan Junxun mentioned. There will be a slight pain in the head during recovery, like ants are chewing, "If Hephaestus does not wake up, Ares in the light track area should be aware of the abnormality."

The system is very punctual, they are more accurate than humans. If Hephaestus did not reply to Ares within the prescribed time, it would definitely take some action. Yan Junxun understands Ares just as he knows Fu Chenghui.

The knocking sound inside the pipes became louder as they approached, and Yan Junxun began to doubt, is that really the sound he imagined? It is a bit different from the sound produced by the chip, it is more real.

"What do you want to do most when you leave the glass?" Shi Shanyan held Yan Junxun tightly.

His question came too suddenly, as if there was no reason to interrupt.

Yan Junxun felt his hand was hurt, he thought for a while, and answered: "Watch the stars. What about you? What do you want to do most when you leave Black Panther?"

"□□," Shi Shanyan shook Yan Junxun's fingers while speaking, "Satisfying his own vulgar desires."

"This is not the truth," Yan Junxun looked at the hands they shook, "You are free."

"Surveillance is everywhere, Jun Xun," Shi Shanyan saw the iron gate concealed in the dark, "I have said something similar to you before, right?"

"You said ‘we are all in the seconds monitoring’,” Yan Junxun felt uneasy, “you were reminding me then.”

"Can people maintain normal physiological needs in minute and second monitoring?" Shi Shanyan repeated his past questions, and then answered himself, "I can."

He seems to be proving something.

"A lot of our words seem to be repeated," Yan Junxun thought of meeting for the first time, "such as'hello'. Have you seen me before?"

Shi Shanyan did not answer this question. After he discovered the little robot, he was a little weird, as if thinking of some problems. The end of the pipe is in front, the concealed iron door is not locked. Shi Shanyan tried to push it, and it opened.

Running out of the glass, Yan Junxun!

This sentence suddenly interrupted the knocking sound, like a warning bell, shocked Yan Junxun's head fainted. He supported the door and was illuminated by the dim light when he looked up.

"Raise your hand." The scalpel was holding the gun, aiming at Shi Shanyan.

Park Lin held the small flashlight and pointed it towards Shi Shanyan. The flashlight is running low and flashes.

"What are you doing?" Yan Junxun frowned.

"Looking for the undercover," the scalpel raised the muzzle, and the smoke in his mouth dropped some debris. "Damn, you even fooled me, you are not 01ae86!"

Shi Shanyan looked indifferent: "Put down the gun."

"Brother Xun," Park Lin looked pale, "01ae86 does not exist in this world!"

"What the **** are you talking about?" Yan Junxun's head tapped faster, and the rhythm was like a timer.

Another timer! Since the clown appeared, the timer kept appearing.

"I said that there is no 01ae86 in this world!" Park Lin's flashlight flashed again, his voice trembling, and raised his conductor, "The last message received by the refuge receiver, '7-001 Shishan Yan, confirmed his death in 2162. Brother Xun, he is fake!"

Park Lin is about to get out of control in the continuous impact of information.

"Everything was fake from the beginning... Shi Shanyan died long ago! He is the undercover sent by Fu Chenghui, to take your trust and follow here, just to--"

If Park Lin didn’t finish, the flashlight would run out. The moment the space fell into darkness, the scalpel fired. Yan Junxun was dragged down by Shi Shan, and the bullet struck the door frame, making a loud noise inside the pipe.

The timer went to zero, and a warning sound sounded in Yan Junxun's head. It's the 8th, and the recovery time starts now!

"No. 01ae86..."

Jiang Li in the memory stood by the road and introduced Yan Junxun to the new partner. The setting sun behind him made the picture look old and rundown. The broken picture split Jiang Lian, he turned into countless of him, and separated with his voice.

"The risk index is specific to s."

"Have you ever heard of him as a special force?"

"... treat yourself as a gift."

There were gunshots in front and gunshots in the rear.

Yan Junxun hugged his head, the "beep" of the timer, the introduction of Jiang Lian, and the sound of gunshots all around him, making him jump. The empty refuge made him nowhere to hide, the chip stabbed his nerves, and he was almost unable to tell the truth from the noise again!

"This is the setting of the world," the clown wiped his face exactly like Yan Junxun. He whispered to Yan Junxun, "No one can escape the universe bottle."

[If the memory can be modified...]

[Answer me, Yan Junxun. 】

[Do you know how many years it is now? 】