Blue and White Society Chapter 116

  Chapter 116 Don't be a starving ghost

  382 is something that may break out of containment at any time, Mo Poor thinks it's better to keep it with him.

   On the one hand, he can personally suppress the contained object, on the other hand, if he loses control due to special reasons, he can at least immediately throw it into the unlucky universe.

  If you let the figure in the painting run out without knowing when, it would be too passive, and Mo Poor is not sure how to deal with this kind of mind-distorting containment.

  Unless it is absolutely necessary, Mo Poor still does not want to choose to shoot the contents into another world.

  Before I couldn't help but think too much, so I had to do that. Thinking about it afterwards, it was a life gamble.

  Even if you do this, it's best when you're alone.

   "Why do you want to go downstairs? Isn't it more dangerous to go downstairs?" Xiao Feng asked in surprise.

Mo Poor said: "Everywhere is dangerous. Instead of relying on us to mess around, we should go down to find the people from the Lanbai Club. Even if they don't have time to supervise us, we will take the painting with us. They want to prevent the back figure in the painting from running out." , and won't watch us get killed by our containment."

   "However, there is an electric fan head outside, we don't know anything about it, luckily it will be fine for the time being, but there is no telling when it will suddenly attack again..." Xiao Feng clenched his fists and said.

Mo Poor was taken aback, secretly tore off a piece of gauze, shot it and disappeared, reconfirmed that the head of the electric fan was in the unlucky universe, and said with a smile: "Even if it will attack us again, we have to ensure that 382 does not get out of control. Crouching here won't help."

   "One more person is more strength, one less out of control containment is more security."

  Xiao Feng smiled wryly, they couldn't do nothing, they had to take risks, or there was no safe place here.

  He nodded and said, "Okay, then let's adapt accordingly."

  The two stood up, took a deep breath, and Mo Poor opened the door.

   "Shua..." After the gate opened, Mo Poor was about to step out when he was startled suddenly and covered Xiao Feng's mouth and nose with his hand.

  I saw the cactus standing outside the door, quietly placed.

   "It actually found it again... I don't know what happened to the two who observed 382." Mo Poor and Xiao Feng looked at each other, thinking to themselves.

  But I'm not afraid to find them, just hold my breath.

  Xiao Feng held his breath obediently, but Mo Poor tried to exhale softly, but the air that exhaled lightly disappeared, and shot into the unlucky universe.

   Sure enough, the cactus didn't blow up, which means that it needs to really touch even a little bit of popularity, and Mo Poor didn't leave even a little bit of breath, and it all went to the unlucky universe.

  Think about it too, its containment measures are completely isolated and sealed rooms, and the space-time barrier is the biggest seal.

   Xiao Feng walked over to pick up the cactus, and threw it into the infirmary.

   Then he went out with Mo Poor, and watched the door lock automatically closed. Although the room couldn't close it, at least the regular ventilation of the room could be delayed for a long time.

   "Shall we go pick up something?" Xiao Feng was bouncing and kicking with one foot while approaching the body of the security guard on the ground.

  Mo Poor also leaned over, and saw two blood holes on the security guard's chest, and the combat uniform did not give him the slightest protection.

  The heart has not been completely removed, there are still a lot of it, but it has been scratched and broken, most of it remains in the cavity, and a few fragments are scattered on the chest.

  The same is true for the three corpses in the elevator. The blood is spattered everywhere, and the scene looks quite bloody.

  Mo Poor stroked his chest, thinking to himself that the container just now was designed to grab people's breasts. If you grab one less pectoral muscle, your heart will be crushed if you grab it again.

  If he hadn't decisively rotated ahead of time, he would have ended up like this.

   "Pick a gun, will it work?" Mo Poor said proactively.

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "I haven't used it, but I can try it."

  The two picked up a large gun made by security personnel respectively. This gun looks very complicated, unlike the previous pistols, and they can be understood after a little groping in combination with the movie.

   "I don't know how to use it either. I'll explore first. Don't shoot at will, let alone aim at people." Mo Poor said.

   "Okay, okay." Xiao Feng carried a gun on his back, and ran upstairs side by side with Mo Poor.

   On the fourth floor, in a room at the top, Mo Poor found two other D-class personnel, one with blond hair and one with brown hair, both foreigners.

  The sound of the door opening startled them all, and the blond one immediately shouted in English: "I turned my head!"

   As he spoke, he turned his head and looked towards the door.

  The other was still staring at a painting on the wall, trembling all over, "What is it? You talk!"

  Obviously, the two of them have a clear division of labor. If one wants to divert their attention, they have to say hello in advance.

  At this moment, even though he was scared to death and didn't know what opened the door, but after his partner turned his head, he didn't choose to turn his head, but still stared at the painting.

  The blond man said: "It's 083, and there's another..."

   "What? γ-083?" The brown-haired voice trembled.

   "No, no, no...it's 80083. The D·Man I was with before." Blonde said.

   "Hey, calm down, we are here to help!" Xiao Feng also hurriedly said in English.

  The brown-haired man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar voice, and hurriedly told the blond to stare at him, then turned his head.

  The blond turned around and shouted, then the brown turned and said, "Is the rescue force here?"

  As he asked, he looked at Mo Poor, and after noticing Mo Poor's attire, he immediately knew that he was a limiter.

   "No, it's still very dangerous now, a lot of contained objects have already escaped, 382 must not escape..." Xiao Feng said, his English was broken, and his vocabulary was very simple.

Mo Poor saw that he couldn't explain clearly, so he took the initiative to say: "We have encountered cacti twice, and we also encountered another terrible containment object, which almost died. If any containment object finds you, you will definitely die. 382 is out, so we're here to help."

  His English is pretty good. Unless it is a special professional word, there is no problem in daily communication.

  The brown-haired man showed joy, and hurriedly said: "Then let's take turns watching, and it will be much safer if there are four of us."

  Next, Mo Poor asked them to hold the painting, and everyone agreed to divide the work. Once they wanted to blink, they would call out a person's number, then hand the painting to him, and look away after the other party said OK.

   Four people take turns to monitor, and the monitors don't have to look at the road.

  Others should protect the monitor and look at the painting as much as possible to prevent the monitor from making mistakes.

  In addition, it doesn't matter if you make one or two mistakes occasionally, because according to experience, it takes at least seven or eight blinks for the back to completely turn around.

  Because Mo Poor doesn't have a number, so as long as you call the limiter, you are handing it over to him, and if you want to talk to him normally, just call Mo Poor.

  In addition, for the sake of safety, Mo Poor also inquired about the abnormalities on them. After all, D-class personnel are often infected with abnormalities, or experiments directly endow them with certain abnormal effects.

   Among them, the brown hair smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid of seeing green things, it will make me extremely panic. For me, green is the most terrifying existence in the world."

   "What else?" Mo Poor frowned.

   "It's gone..." the brown hair whispered.

  Mo Poor was speechless, it was really useless, he looked at the painting, although there was a forest in the painting, but the forest was black, full of dark tones, without a trace of green.

  It's normal that it's useless. They were all infected in the experiment. It's not bad if they don't die. There is more or less a heavy price on them.

  However, it was the blonde who surprised Mo Poor.

  The blond foreigner said hesitantly: "Because of some coincidence, I was infected with a special effect, and the doctor jokingly called it 'Don't be a starving ghost'."

"When I receive a fatal blow, my death will be frozen and delayed for ten seconds. At the same time, a number of high-calorie foods will appear on my body...the more it appears, the more terrible the injury. Eat all of these foods within ten seconds, and there should be nothing left in the mouth, otherwise I will die instantly in ten seconds. Otherwise... the damage will be exempted."

   "Have you ever succeeded?" Mo Poor couldn't help asking.

"Of course, I have been on the verge of death more than seven times. In order to survive, I practice hard every day. Dr. Bill from the Blue and White Club also remodeled my esophagus and enhanced my saliva secretion function. If there is no other The D-class personnel have tried it, and I may even be fitted with a fake esophagus."

   "You can experiment. Ordinary firearms kill about 500 grams of food. I have no problem at all."

  Mo Poor was startled, and couldn't help saying: "Are you sure? You want me to shoot you?"

Blonde said: "It's okay, we must cooperate next, so you must understand my characteristics. Since I choose to tell you this characteristic, I am naturally prepared to be used as a pathfinder by you. But I can kill me once The containment can kill me twice, so you must find a solution while I am eating."

  Mo Poor understood what he meant. It was an extraordinary moment. Mo Poor asked him what characteristics he had. Although he hesitated for a moment, he still said it.

  Obviously Blonde knows it himself. Once this characteristic is mentioned, if he doesn't take the lead in the charge, who will take the lead in the charge?

  So instead of being secretive, ambiguous, and forced to die, it is better for everyone to understand his characteristics better and cooperate well.

   "Understood, then I will shoot..." Mo Poor casually raised the gun.

  The blond-haired face changed dramatically: "Wait a minute! Aim well! Aim at my heart or head, but don't miss me!"

  Mo Poor let out an uh, hurriedly clenched his hands, raised the muzzle of the gun, and pressed it against the blonde's forehead.

  He knows what his marksmanship is, so he was really perfunctory when he raised the gun before. It seems likely that the recoil would cause the bullet to miss.

  Of course, he couldn't miss the shot, but Blonde didn't know it.

  The blond said seriously: "You must kill me. If this shot can't kill me, it won't trigger the effect!"

  Mo Poor also nodded seriously, and immediately shot him in the head.

   "Boom!"

   Under one shot, not even blood was spattered.

   Two chocolate bars, a egg yolk pie, and a small piece of beef jerky burst out of the blond.

  (end of this chapter)

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