Chapter 284

In the explosion of Babao old street bathhouse, a jeep went through the ragged street and ran out of control into the wasteland.

This is the most remote place in Puzhen. There is only one stinking stagnant water pit in the wasteland.

Half of the jeep fell into the gutter, and then there was a shot.

For a long time, after the door opened tremblingly, song Wenlan came out with blood.

"Shut up... I told you to shut up!" Song Wenlan gasps with a strange smile on her face. Then she looks up and looks at the place where the smoke rises.

White smoke with a little bit of fire, the night can still see the general appearance.

The tornado appeared, and the white smoke over Babao Street soon dissipated.

"That direction is..." Song Wenlan's confused eyes recovered calm and looked at the distance in shock.

"That... Is... The crime scene in Babao old street... The dead body... The office of the special task force..."

Ouyang Qiang crawled out of the car, holding his hands on the ground and shaking half his head.

The bullet went through his chin and slanted upward. Ouyang Qiang's whole face turned into a blooming flower. The wound was as empty as a petal, but the Bone Demon was still maintaining his vocal cord structure.

His voice also became hoarse and leaky: "it's you... Who decided the location of the case. Obviously, all this has been used by the artist. He must have designed the explosion in the game scene."

"Why?" Song Wenlan almost knelt on the ground. The members of the ad hoc group, who were selected by themselves, died like this?

Ouyang Qiang's hoarse and vibrating vocal cord made a strange voice: "because that game designer didn't like too many players to participate in, even if the ad hoc group composed of mortals, as long as he participated in the case, he was very unhappy."

Song Wenlan trembled: "Hun, asshole!"

Ouyang Qiang, possessed by the bone demon, gave a strange roar: "this is a good thing. By doing so, the artist admits that you are qualified to participate in the game!"

Song Wenlan's colt large caliber revolver was raised again.

The silver left wheel, code named magic snake, is engraved with the strange seal script of "white bones blooming like flowers" on its wide and long barrel.

This time, song Wenlan held the gun handle with his five fingers in his right hand and put his left thumb on the trigger.

The white jade fingernails twinkled on the trigger.

Ouyang Qiang stood up shaking, blood dripping, vocal cord vibration: "before shooting, I want to tell you another good news, in Puzhen female corpse crime scene, I designed a footprint, and a fingerprint... Footprint and fingerprint are fangtang!"

Using the collected biological characteristics of fangtang, we made false evidence and put it on the scene of the crime.

This is the last gift given to song Wenlan by Bone Demon: "as long as you use it a little, the footprints and fingerprints are the perfect evidence chain. You can even push the explosion of Babao old street to Fang Tang."

His voice gradually stabilized, but became extremely sharp: "let Fang Tang lose his identity as a criminal policeman and become a wanted criminal, that's too good for you. Help Leize get the first patch, then you will be our great hero, you can have all the abilities that human beings can't imagine..."

"I said, shut up!" The gunfire rang out again.

This time it's a little different.

The inscription on the silver barrel lights up, and a bullet with strange gray light is shot from the muzzle.

Ouyang Qiang fell down again.

The bullet hit the white bone chip on his chin!

The gray bullet seemed to have the power of annihilation. The bone shivered and split into two triangular pieces.

Song Wenlan gasped, suddenly clenched his teeth, left thumb nail stuck in the hot muzzle of the gun, suddenly forced down.

She stamped her feet in pain, bent down and let out a low scream.

White bone like nails fall off, but there is no trace of blood.

Song Wenlan opens the black sweater and tears the shirt with her hands and teeth

She wrapped up the thumb wound, put away the gun, and gently wiped the blood from her face.

She has completely calmed down, squatted down to pick up the bullet case on the ground, and then began to deal with the bullet on Ouyang Qiang's body.

Then gently wipe away the traces left nearby, and finally twist open the jeep's fuel tank cap.

A few minutes later, a fire started.

In the bright flame, the explosion of jeeps soon came.Song Wenlan has appeared at the intersection in the west of the wasteland. She is wearing a yellow linen coat, which is covered with oil, but also covers her blood.

Discerning the direction, she walked quickly to the greenhouse area

Next to the stinky ditch, two triangular pieces of bone devil are trying to get closer.

Finally, they met each other. The fine bones appeared and connected together. They absorbed raw materials from the burning body of Ouyang Qiang and repaired the fracture.

As you can see, the fracture of Bone Demon is full of fine filamentous structures. If you enlarge each structure, it is a complete neuron.

This kind of semi mechanical and semi biological super technology creates a parasitic bone.

White bone is trying to recover.

But a figure came.

This is a melancholy boy with long hair and glasses.

"I don't like people interfering with my game scene." Melancholy young light said, between the fingers, just repaired bone again split.

This time, almost the whole smashed, leaving only a petal like fragment, but also lost the white jade like brilliance.

The boy didn't look at it, turned around and left.

Countless micron particles gathered around him.

He suddenly stopped, looked up to a certain position, thick glasses, there is a spiral like veins.

The boy took off his glasses.

[20 million micron particles lost in the direction of Minhang garbage station!]

The boy pulled out a hair and bounced.

Hair breaks down in mid air and turns into countless new mechanical insects.

[20 million micron particles have been successfully added!]

After the boy left, the tarnished pieces of white bone on the ground trembled.

But it is not moving, but a scarlet spider silk traction, entanglement, and then lightning wrapped! It's like the prey captured by spiders, the fragments of white bones are quickly dragged into the nest.

The melancholy boy continued to walk on the familiar street.

Occasionally he would stop, leave a hair, or drop a bead of blood from his fingertips.

Micromachined insects are the same size as cells.

Sometimes artists think like engineers.

He will treat every micron particle as a cell, a cell that he can direct.

There are 50 million red blood cells in a drop of human blood.

There are 20 million epithelial cells in a hair.

The game scene of the case of wind is very solid. The teenager only needs more than 10 hairs a day to repair the damage.

Besides, he has normal human metabolism.

Using the waste eliminated by metabolism to make and replenish the damaged micron particles, so as to firmly grasp their own game scenes, which can not but be said to be a genius design.

For Fengbei, he doesn't need to excrete now. Because micromachined insects can extract the energy they need from the surrounding environment at any time and send it directly into the body without the heavy work of the digestive system.

But Fengbei still goes to the toilet.

Because he always felt that as a human being, it was not good not to go to the toilet.

The melancholy boy had come to a low house.

Around the micron particles along with his mind, he is completely wrapped.

Every micron particle is reflecting the light around it.

The boy had completely escaped into the darkness.

He just stood here. I don't know how long later, the door opened with a creak.

A blind girl in sunglasses came out.

The pupils under the sunglasses are gray. The girl is only sixteen or seventeen years old. She is walking slowly on the road.

Millions of micromanipulators began to gather and vibrate.

Like the wind over the blind girl's forehead, blowing up her long hair.

The blind girl's ears moved. It seemed that she was being guided by the wind. She walked faster and faster.

The boy in the dark followed he