Direct Defection: Begins To Be Mistaken For A Great God

When the boy in blue heard him say this, he was immediately shocked and said, "You can see that the information is fake?"

Then, he sighed and admitted: "Your guess is right, I am indeed not a dual personality, and it is normal that there is no treatment and injection record on the data sheet, because I and the guys in cell 6 were just sent to the experimental base this morning!"

When the puppeteer heard the news, his heart moved, and he immediately thought of a potential conspiracy.

If he were the owner of this lab, he would have designed it this way to prevent the player from escaping.

Thinking of this possibility, the puppeteer sneered and immediately pulled out his pistol from his waist.

He pointed his gun at the boy in blue through the iron railing, and wrote a little lightly: "It doesn't matter whether you are a dual personality or not, now I just want to make a deal with you, what do you think

?" "Deal?" The boy was pointed at the gun, and suddenly panicked.

When he reacted, he said a little strangely: "Now that you know the number on the back of my neck, what else

do you want from me?" The puppeteer pointed to his waist and smiled: "Hand over the weapon on your waist, and besides, I will ask you to do something for me!" In return, I will release you from the cell before leaving this experimental base. When the time comes, whether you leave or stay, it has nothing to do with me.

After saying these words, he waited quietly for the boy in blue to answer.

The boy in blue frowned and pondered for a moment, then nodded very decisively, and said, "Since I didn't complete the task of killing you, they will definitely not spare me, I promise you!"

After speaking, he took out a gun-shaped syringe filled with blue reagent from his waist.

When the puppeteer saw the blue reagent in the syringe, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and his eyes became extremely cold.

Because by reading Zhou Fan's memory, he learned that the color and transparency of this blue reagent were exactly the same as the deadly reagent he had seen in the dungeon.

If it is really the same reagent, as long as it is injected a little, it will immediately be like the previous weak man, and there will be no place to die, let alone a big injection now.

From this point of view. The owner of this experimental base never seemed to have thought about getting people out of the base alive.

The young man in blue put the gun-shaped syringe in the doorway, and then slowly stepped back.

The puppeteer picked it up and looked at it with satisfaction.

"There are also some syringes and potions on the test bench, and they are all fake, right?" he asked casually to the boy in blue.

"It's true, those are high concentrations of morphine and psychedelics and psychedelics for me to treat my mania! The boy in blue said as he rolled up his sleeves to show off the small pinhole in his arm.

The puppeteer nodded in satisfaction, and then he whispered something to the boy.

When he finished speaking, the boy in blue nodded with a serious expression and said

, "I remember!" The puppeteer chuckled, "Then I'll go first!"

With that, he closed the glass door and glanced at cell 7 next to him with a smile.

In the live broadcast room.

"What the hell is Zhou Fan doing, obviously the numbers have already been obtained, why do you want this boy to do that thing in one more move?"

"I don't know what Brother Fan is planning, maybe he saw something!" "

Keep looking, it's impossible for a puppeteer to do meaningless things, that person may really have a problem." "

Escape in-game.

After leaving cell 8, the puppeteer appeared at the door of cell 15 in the blink of an eye.

Inside cell 15 was a middle-aged man with green hair.

The middle-aged man was facing the door at the moment, and he was extremely excited the moment he saw the puppeteer, his hands kept dancing, and he motioned for him to open the cell door quickly.

The puppeteer glanced at it slightly, then walked over to the corresponding test bench.

In addition to various specimens, materials and experimental instruments, the laboratory bench also contains a new set of biochemical protective clothing.

Next to the suit is an electronic card.

The puppeteer frowned when he saw the protective suit and electronic card, and picked up the information first.

According to the information, the green-haired middle-aged man has an extremely terrible layer of mold on his body, and ordinary people will die if they touch it, and they must wear protective clothing to open the door.

The puppeteer glanced at the chemical protection suit lightly, then directly spread it out on the test bench, picked up the magnifying glass next to it, and carefully examined it inch by inch.

Eventually, he found two extremely tiny holes in his lower jaw.

"Hehe, what a clumsy tactic!" he sneered.

If he hadn't found the small hole in the protective suit beforehand, I was afraid that after opening the glass door, even through the iron railing, there would be a high probability of being infected

, and since the protective suit could not be used, the puppeteer would have given up the idea of opening the door directly.

He glanced at the two cells on the left and right adjacent to cell 15, and suddenly thought about it.

Inside cell 14 on the left is a terrifying cyborg with an exoskeleton.

This person did not know what horrific biochemical experiments he had been subjected to, but now the skin of his whole body seemed to have been peeled off, and the muscles and skeleton of his body were directly exposed to the air.

The cyborg was huddled on the ground trembling at the moment, and the look on his face was pained.

In cell 16 on the right, a man and a woman are being held.

The two of them each had a broken arm at the moment, and then they were stitched together from the wound in the shoulder, like a splicing monster.

The puppeteer glanced at the bloody appearance of the sutures and knew that it must have been shortly after the operation.

At this time, the man and woman, each of them had a grinning and crying appearance on their faces, which looked particularly miserable.

Seeing this, the puppeteer chuckled and then walked to Test Bench 16 to rummage through it, and after a few moments found an electronic card.

He didn't immediately open Cell 16, but returned to the laboratory table in front of Cell 8 and packed up several syringes and tranquilizers on the laboratory table.

Just before he left, the handsome boy also rushed over from cell No. 5 at this time.

When he saw the puppeteer, he said excitedly, "It seems that our speed is about the same." The number in cell 5 has been found by me, it's the number 4!

" The puppeteer nodded in agreement: "The number in cell 8 is 1, and now everyone only has one cell left, it depends on who is faster"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Seeing him so eager, the young man also hurried to cell No. 7.

Locked in cell 7 was a white, middle-aged man with glasses, who was now bowing his head to the cell door and pretending to sleep.

Seeing the middle-aged man's ordinary appearance and seemingly extremely easy to deal with, the handsome young man was immediately overjoyed.

He cheered himself up and said, "I must find that number one step faster than the puppeteer!"

At this moment, the white middle-aged man in the cell looked up at him with a sense of feeling, and then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.