Chapter 1071

one thousand and seventy-one

For the first time, the chaotic mosaic in midair stopped shaking and stagnated in midair.

In just half a minute, Bohemia seemed to lose its support and fell heavily to the ground; Her face was washed off all the blood color, and even her lips were blue and white. Her body was constantly twitching in waves of pain, but she could only squeeze intermittent sounds from her throat.

"What's going on?" Descartes finally recovered, "are you poisoned?"

Bohemia opened his mouth like a fish out of water. His breathing was light and heavy, and the hissing sound made people panic.

"Can't breathe?" Descartes was so anxious that he whirled around and set off a dazzling mosaic in midair. "Strange, you obviously have nothing to eat except potato chips and sandwiches. How can you be poisoned -"

According to the game time, those two foods were eaten more than 12 hours ago. Even if they were really wrong, it wouldn't take so long for them to suddenly have such rapid emergency symptoms - "hold on, I still need you to take me out of the copy!" Descartes turned around her. "Think about it, did you eat anything else?"

"No, no..." Bohemia's face began to turn purple from blue to white, as if the oxygen in the blood began to run out: "help... Me..."

How to save it? What kind of poison, how, and when did it enter her body?

Descartes has always been keen to enjoy the fun of thinking, but at this time he realized the anguish of having no answer. Seeing Bohemia getting more and more painful, it was also disturbed by a rare panic - it stared at Bohemia, which was constantly struggling and rolling on the ground, for a few seconds.

Then, from a mosaic like chaos, a large white color suddenly appeared - a bald, plaster statue like head surged from the chaos, stretching its mouth into a deep black hole, and suddenly swallowed Bohemia's head.

After struggling and twisting her exposed body for a few times, she soon lost her strength and stood still.

The conference room was dark, and several tables and chairs that had been knocked over fell to the ground. The faint light coming in from the outside corridor faintly dyed a messy line. The snow-white sculptural head seemed to float in the dark, with his mouth gaping to an amazing extent, holding Bohemian's head motionless.

In the dead silence, where even the breath was cut off, only the clock pointer hanging on the wall ticked away, and the sound of the air whirring was different.

Descartes kept the action of "devouring" Bohemia, and he couldn't see the clock, and he didn't know how long it would take - seeing the faint light coming through the crack of the half open door, the color gradually became lighter and brighter, and finally turned into a vast white light, it realized that the morning had arrived.

A footstep slowly walked into the hall outside, passed the conference room, and went up to the second floor. Descartes kept his original state, listened to the footsteps upstairs, turned a few rounds, and walked down the stairs again - it seemed that until this time, the person noticed that the door of the conference room was half open, accelerated a few steps, rushed over, pushed the door open, and immediately sprinkled the light of the morning into the conference room.

"Ah, here it is."

Standing in the light of the sky, the man's hairy broken hair was reflected, but his face was invisible - but there was no doubt that the voice was the beef secretary.

"Uh... Miss winters?"

He took two steps and finally made Descartes see the mask on his face clearly. He looked around at the knocked down tables and chairs, his eyes fell back on Bohemia's body, hesitated for a moment, and adjusted the mask. Cartesian essence doesn't exist in this game, so NPC can't see it at all; In the eyes of the beef secretary, the snow-white head that swallowed the Bohemian head was probably completely transparent air.

"Really, I died in a conference room without windows... Forget it, bring a fan later. I didn't expect this method to really work." He looked down for a moment and shook his head. "It's obviously beautiful. It's a pity that it ended up like this... Oh, the original document is here."

His eyes brightened, and he quickly grabbed the stack of documents knocked over with the table: "no wonder he didn't find it - it's really miss winters. It seems that you also have a hunch in your heart that you know you're not safe, right?"

The body won't answer, but the beef secretary still seemed to be unable to hold back, and talked endlessly for a long time. Even if he knew that the object of his speech was a dead man, anyone who listened to his tone would feel that his tone implied shyness and admiration.

"Then I'll take these first. With them, whether it's investigating your death or your past, the focus will be shifted to those criminal organizations..." beef Secretary sighed very much and vomited a long breath. He glanced through all the documents in a hurry, then sorted them out and said to the people on the ground, "Miss winters, you're really good. I won't forget you..."

"... then you have to remember your aunt."

The beef Secretary seemed to be pricked by a needle, and suddenly jumped up from his place. For a moment, his face was even whiter than the sculpture refined by Descartes. In his eyes, there was no difference, but Descartes had just quietly loosened his mouth; Bohemia, which slipped out of its mouth, somehow regained consciousness and reopened its eyes.

"You - how can you return - wrong!" The secretary took a few steps back and breathed the mask out. He thought of something, pulled down his mask and sniffed hard. His face was even worse: "he shouldn't be alive!"

Bohemia stood up slowly with trembling hands and feet, and her spattered blood was still on her feet. Her voice lost its previous softness and was as dry and cracked as frosted paper, which made her throat ache: "... It was really a problem of air?"

The voice of this sentence fell, and I saw the surprise of secretary beef suddenly pause on his face. Except for the ups and downs of breathing, even his eyes stopped moving - Bohemia covered his mouth and nose with his hand, in waves of dizziness, Heard the voice of the copy host: "Congratulations, you have successfully lived to the fourth stage, and once again passed the little game. Now inform the objectives of the fifth stage: first, find out the way the Secretary murdered you; second, survive from the hands of the Secretary; third, save yourself until today's off-duty time. After completing all the objectives, the prison situation will be over."

Although the little game has passed the test, the current plot is the critical moment, and we can't be distracted - Bohemia gritted his teeth and held the tables and chairs firmly on his heels, only feeling that his body was burning like a fire; While she was desperately thinking about what the beef secretary would do next, the snow-white figure beside her seemed to melt, fell back into a mess and disappeared.

Descartes regained his mosaic appearance and rushed to float up to ask for credit: "how is my brain turning fast? As soon as I thought about it, I knew there must be a problem in the air - well, smoking mice are like this..."

After the voice of the host of the copy fell, the beef Secretary immediately recovered his sanity. He looked at Bohemia for a few times, but he didn't know whether he was more shocked or more impressed: "... Did you react in time, so you stopped breathing? But look at your appearance, you should also inhale some? It seems that you are not only mentally good, but also physically superior to ordinary people..."

He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.

"There are still several hours to go to work. Fortunately, I decided to check the situation earlier." He frowned and felt awkward, Gathered soft and shiny hair: "I wanted to avoid doing it myself and let you die here alone... I didn't have to go to work today, just play an Unknown Lover waiting for you in the restaurant at night. Why do you make things so complicated? Now if you can't handle it well, it's easy to cause doubt. If you save yourself from dying like this, it would have been a very convenient thing for you and me... You are such a smart person should know Now, I can't let you survive under any circumstances. "

"It's convenient for me if you die. Why don't I see you commit suicide?" Bohemia was panting, and every breath was like a blade stirring her lungs. She still insisted on a sarcasm. "Do you want to kill me? Come and try."

That said, she had no idea at all.

There has long been no gender determined physical gap between male and female evolutors, but ordinary people are different. Not to mention that she didn't know what she had inhaled - even though Descartes reacted quickly and isolated the air in time, the inhaled foreign body had greatly damaged her lung function.

I can't even breathe without pain. How can I fight with a man whose strength is far beyond my own?

The beef Secretary smiled and loosened the collar of his shirt. "I won't be too rough," he said slowly. "I just want to get out of your side."

Oh yes. Just now, because he heard Bohemia make a sudden noise, he was severely shocked. Under the condition of reflex, he stepped back several steps. Now the direction of going to the door was just blocked by Bohemia.

"You... Do you still want to lock me in here and repeat your old skills?" Bohemia looked around and decided to inquire about the information first: "what poison did you put? I obviously didn't smell the smoke..."

"Smoke? Poison?" Beef secretary was stunned, and then smiled: "if you want to know, don't you want to do it again?"

This time I finished writing earlier than last time, and I wrote better than last time! I feel a little recovered