Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 189

Seeing Lao Jiu waiting outside, he frowned, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Didn't it work?"

Mu Zhe shook his head, then narrowed his eyes slightly, walked out unhurriedly, and when he was almost at the door, he suddenly said, "Ah Jiu."

"Ok?"

"It's not just Mu Wenchen who stands in front of me."

Even if the goal can be achieved in the end, the stumbling before this is always unavoidable to make people unhappy.

In the early morning of the next day, the Death Squad came back, 10 times out of 4, plus a survivor who seemed to collapse in the next second.

In order to prevent this survivor who knew the details of his opponent from really breaking down before explaining the situation, Mu Zhe specially contacted a well-known psychiatrist at the base before the end of the world to assist in the inquiry.

Xiao Lin and 003 also rushed over immediately, just in time for the interview with the psychiatrist.

The survivor was already out of shape, the clothes on his body couldn't see the original color, his face was covered with blood, and the fluffy beard on his chin hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and it was dirty and crumpled.

I don't know what kind of torture he suffered in the opponent's camp. The whole person looks neurotic, his eyes are bloodshot, and he is still muttering something continuously, and the slightest disturbance around him is like a frightened bird. Shouting, he curled himself into a ball, shivering and curling up under the table.

In a word, even if it didn't collapse, it was almost the same.

Rao, that psychiatrist has seen many strange things, and the one I encountered today is definitely one of the best.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on him, so hot that he was almost on fire.

Fearing that there would be too many people to stimulate, the psychiatrist asked for a warm room, except for himself and the survivor, no one was allowed to enter, and the only way to see it was through a hidden camera.

A small space always gives people an unspeakable sense of security. After the survivors got under the table, they refused to come out again.

The psychiatrist gritted his teeth and followed suit.

But the table was really not big, so there was no way, the doctor grabbed the tablecloth and covered him, finally made the first step of progress.

I don't know how long it took, the legs of the people standing outside were a little sore, and finally there was movement inside.

At first, the survivor's emotions sounded calm, apparently the psychiatrist played a role.

"People, many people."

"Many people who came from the north were arrested and locked up."

Then he suddenly seemed to be stimulated, and shouted in a sharp voice, "Beasts, we are all animals!"

"He's tearing people apart! It's a monster, it's a monster!"

"They can conjure things out of thin air, and what they eat are fresh fruits and vegetables!"

"Mills and piles of weapons, devil! They want to rule the world, devil!"

"They are not humans, they are devils!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Shouting and screaming, he overturned the table violently, rushed to the door in three steps at a time, slammed on the door, and yelled loudly as he smashed, "I want to get out!"

"Let me out!"

"Ahhh let me out!!!"

The doctor who was also under the table was directly pushed to the ground by his palm, and was caught off guard, the back of his head hit the leg of the table, and the palms of his hands were bleeding.

The person on the monitor side was also taken aback by this sudden situation, and immediately reacted, "Crash!"

"let me out!!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Ahhh!"

The survivor, who had gone completely mad, beat the door panel desperately, as if he was completely unconscious. The glass above the door was shattered, and the crackling glass shards fell and scratched his hands and arms, and blood flowed down. But he still continued to pound on the door frantically as if he didn't feel it.

The people in the monitoring room tried to break in, but the door was opened inwards, and the survivor was completely unconscious, with astonishing strength, and tried his best to push outwards, and for a while, no one could do anything to anyone. .

Ten seconds later, the dizzy psychiatrist finally staggered up, took out the prepared anesthesia needle from his pocket, slammed it into the neck of the runaway survivor, and pushed the medicine in .

Listening to what he said about "making things out of thin air", Xiao Lin and 003 immediately dismissed the last bit of uncertainty.

System holders, no doubt.

This time, the base encountered a hard problem.

After settling down the comatose survivors, the atmosphere on Mu Zhe's side fell into a downturn again.

Stacks and piles of weapons?
Fresh fruits and vegetables?
Out of thin air?

Especially the last two items are simply unbelievable.

People always have an inexplicable fear of the unknown, and when the unknown of this unknown far exceeds the range of normal people's acceptance, this fear will be infinitely magnified.

In order to avoid causing panic, Mu Zhe immediately controlled the news and did not spread it to the outside world.

Mu Zhe is an absolute atheist. In the whole world, the only thing he believes in is himself.

He never believed in the existence of ghosts and gods, but this incident made him feel absurd at the same time as conditioned reflex, and at the same time felt that there was no way to explain it.

Is it magic?

No no no, he never believed in the tricks that exist in Western novels either.

Is it magic?

Not to mention, no matter what kind of magic is just a blindfold.

The law of conservation of matter is unassailable!

But how to explain this incident?
(End of this chapter)