Chapter 225

Different from the excitement of Tang poetry, Zhou Ze now has a cold back, because Zhou Ze saw the picture of the broken body swimming in the research institute depicting art with death.

That kind of idle walk, that kind of slow and orderly,

it's just a matter of laying out nine Wen big money in front of you and asking you how to write the word "death".

If it's just a joke to say "I'm crazy and even I'm afraid," it's the most appropriate description for the current boss Zhou.

Obviously, they are all themselves, but they are really afraid of that person.

"Actually You've been ignoring a problem. "

Tang poetry said as she walked slowly forward.

"What's the problem?"

"That's who you used to be; you are who you are now.

Since you are now, then the former you are not you. "

Lao Dao counted many "you" beside him. To be honest, he didn't understand what Tang poetry meant. At the same time, Lao Dao began to wonder:

these dead ghosts are really different from ordinary people.

in such a gloomy and terrible place,

still discussing philosophy.

To be honest, Lao Dao now has some regrets and comes down with him. He knew how good it was to stay on top and let the wind go. He was already in a panic. They also said strange things.

Zhou Ze understood. Tang poetry means that the picture he saw in his dream was that he was killing people before.

Then,

eighty years later,

he has become Zhou Ze. He has lost a lot of memory, and only remembers that he is Zhou Ze. But the soul is inherited, and he can also become a zombie.

Therefore,

it is impossible to be in the same era as the broken body. Even if the other side is here, it is only a body.

Because 80 years ago, he killed the broken figure who made the art of death, and his soul has become his own now.

Therefore,

there is only one empty shell left here, and the threat is certainly not as great as before.

"You don't care about your past things at all. Anyway, I don't feel how eager you are to know your real identity and your past."

Tang Shi asked, avoiding a corpse at his feet.

"I just remember that I am myself and I am Zhou Ze. I think it's very good." Zhou Ze replied.

"Oh, I'm in a good mood."

"There are many stories in my bookshop. The protagonist has suffered a lot in order to solve the mystery of his own life experience and find the forgotten truth, but it's so tired."

"It makes sense." Tang poetry nodded.

"In fact, the most important thing is that if I get back to my former self, I'm afraid that I'm not who I am now. For me now, I'm almost equal to being killed."

The old man is really confused in the back.

females,

these two men and women are addicted to talking. They talk so deeply.

Finally,

came to the door of the laboratory, which was closed.

"At last, he ran back to the safe?" Tang poetry asked.

"I don't know."

"Squeak..."

The rotten door slowly opened, making a harsh sound of friction. It kept reverberating in this research institute, and there were echoes in some corners in the distance, like a dead soul still wailing.

"Miss Tang, can we open the door honestly and practically now? I'm always in a hurry when you open the door like that."

The old man buried his complaint in a low voice.

Tang poetry looks at Lao Dao and shrugs her shoulders.

"if I told you that I just didn't use my mind, would you feel more cautious and flustered?"

“…………” Lao Dao.

Tang Shi didn't rush in, but looked around again. She always felt as if something was hiding in a dark place and looking at herself and others.

"Zhou Ze, it seems that we have been ignoring one of the most fundamental problems. I'm sorry, I haven't dealt with such a complicated thing as you, so I've been ignoring it and never remembered it."

"What?"

"That is, since you are here now, you are Zhou Ze. Isn't that to say, what must have happened to the one who stayed here in the past 80 years?

Otherwise,

Where are you from? "

"Bang!"

As soon as the voice of Tang poetry was over,

a muffled sound came from the laboratory.

Tang Shi's eyes were fixed, and he could not care to discuss the problem with Zhou Ze, so he went directly into the laboratory.The door of the safe has been closed. There is dust around it. There is a big hole with a face similar to that on the safe.

At the bottom, there is a mummy with only white bone left. The head of white bone is whiter than other parts of the body, like the feeling of just washed teeth.

The old Taoist hid behind Zhou Ze, holding the rune paper in his hand, but kept his eyes on the mummy, and asked Zhou Ze at the same time:

"boss, that skull can be taken back, just like art works."

"You have to take you back." Zhou Ze has no idea about this.

Tang Shi takes a look at Zhou Ze and signals her to open the safe.

Zhou Ze nodded and leaned aside to be ready for support no matter what happened.

"Squeak..."

There was a slight friction sound from the safe, as if something was pulling the door inside to prevent Tang poetry from opening it with mental power.

The Tang poetry slightly frowned, and the strength was increased.

"Boom!"

Only one blast was heard,

the whole safe flew up,

Yes,

flew up.

Zhou Ze immediately pushed away the old way, and then he also moved away, so as to avoid being hit by the safe.

"Fizz, fizz, fizz,..."

When the door of the safe opens, a huge mouse suddenly emerges from the safe. Each mouse is as big as a kitten's body. At the same time, the eyes are covered with black light. After coming out, they are not afraid of people. Instead, they gather in front of people, like they are ready to attack.

Under the original location of the safe, there was a big hole. The hole was sunken, and there was still white smoke.

Two pieces of glass on the ground were manipulated by Tang Shi, and they swept directly at these big rats. The rats were bloody and wounded for a while, and the rest of them rushed back to the cave in fear.

"What happened just now?" Zhou Ze glanced at the fragments of the dead mouse on the ground and asked Tang Shi.

"Something's fighting me down there."

Tang poetry did not rush to the cave, but looked around the walls.

"Zhou Ze, I don't think the problem is as simple as solving the body you left behind. There are other things here."

As soon as Tang poetry's voice fell,

the wall in the laboratory began to crack suddenly, a thing like a tentacle suddenly swept over, and the air made a whistling sound, with a very strong force!

Tang poetry hands open, the mind formed an invisible wall, blocking most of the tentacles.

One of them came from another direction, and was held by Zhou Ze when he was about to contact Tang poetry. Then he cut it with his fingernails. For a while, there was a pool of smelly liquid in the palm of Zhou Ze's hand.

At the same time, the sound of "sissosuo" came from other places of the Institute, like countless vines extending here.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa......"

The nearby glass was also broken. The vines soon blocked all the exits and gaps of the laboratory. Instead of attacking, they began to secrete viscous milky white liquid. The white liquid had a very strong corrosive taste and felt like sulfuric acid spilled when it fell on the ground.

"What the hell is this, motherfucker?" Lao Dao's body began to shiver with fear.

This scene, like oneself and so on walked into a cannibal flower's belly, now others must prepare oneself and so on to digest.

"It should be the plants affected by this place." Tang Shi said with a slight frown, "no, it's a monster. I thought it was strange before. There's no ghost here, but I always think there's something staring at me. It's a monster!"

"Baji Barking...... "

Around the milky white liquid began to increase, gradually began to Zhou Ze and other side closer.

"It is to drive us into that hole."

Zhou Ze pointed to the place where the mice had just gone back.

"The shelf is very big. When we come here, don't you come out to see us, do you want us to visit you?"

Tang poetry closed her eyes,

then slowly opened them,

deep in her eyes, there was a purple light flashing, and her whole feet seemed to float. Of course, the floating distance was not high, just a few centimeters.

Then, the wind blew up, and for a while, all the white liquid that was pouring from the ground floated up, turned upside down and flew back, all of which were sprinkled on the tentacles.

It was the liquid secreted from those tentacles before, but now it also has the same damage to them. In a moment, Zhou Ze's dense tentacles began to twist and melt wildly, and then began to retreat quickly. The air was filled with a strong smell of baked gluten.Tang poetry closed her eyes again,

took a deep breath,

her body was slightly shaking, but she was still holding on. She had just been overdrawn.

"Click click Click click click... "

From under the cave came a clear sound of friction, as if something was moving here.

Here comes the thing,

.

A shadow,

rises slowly from under the cave,

looks like a face.

Lao Dao took out his cellphone and flashed it to the other side, his eyes immediately opened wide.

In the cave position,

is half face,

is half face,

is half face, like being cut out smoothly, but also has a strange luster.