A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

*In addition to Ceria, Helmer and Joyce were actually watching from the sidelines.

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Chapter 132: Being marked by the jungler

Although sleeping on a sofa is not as comfortable as sleeping on a bed, compared with sleeping in a glass cover that cannot retain any temperature at all, it is undoubtedly a leap in civilization.

And Yabu, who woke up naturally from the sofa in Ifrit's room, felt the joy brought by this civilizational progress.

It's just that this joy didn't last long.

"...What is this, the conch girl is here?"

Why are there two extra feathers and a letter on my body? What does this mean? The server compensates for the dropped items?

Yabu looked at a letter and two feathers of different colors that were placed next to his head at some point. After a brief silence and confirming the safety with a mark, he tried to open the letter first to see what was inside. .

That letter was actually an apology letter written by the three of them all night yesterday. In addition to Yabu, Hummer and Joyce also had a copy. Yabu had asked Hummer to bring it over when he came to see Ifrit. .

How can I put it, the content of the letter is good. From the content of the letter, you can feel that the person who wrote the letter must be very talented. The overall wording is appropriate and the sentences are fluent. The emotion is revealed just right, without appearing delicate and artificial, and can It feels sincerely apologetic.

But the problem is...

"What, what, what, what are you writing about?"

The problem is, he can't read.

Then we have to rely purely on guessing.

After Yabu tried to match in his mind the cultural customs and stories he had heard in the first half of his life with his current situation, he finally found something that was somewhat comparable.

It seems... there is such a story.

What kind of thief sneaks into other people's homes and delivers things to other people's heads while they are sleeping, in order to tell others that I am taking your head like a bag. You kid, please pay attention to me recently, otherwise I won't be able to eat as much juice as you want.

"Oh! I also have that feather, and so does Seria." After hearing the noise, Ifrit also walked over from the bed. She pointed at the feather in Yabu's hand and said, "The gray one was given by Hemo, but I There’s no black and white one.”

"...Hermer wants to take my head?"

Is this a hunting mark used by the Liboli tribe to gank?

The gray one belongs to Hemo, and who is the black and white one? Why did he offend two junglers all at once after taking a nap?

"What?"

For some reason, Ifrit took Yabu's joke seriously. She tried hard to mobilize her lack of language skills, and danced around to explain to Yabu that things were not proof that Hemo wanted to kill him.

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9:03 in the morning.

"Good morning, Yabu, I'm late."

Obviously, Yabu had just opened the door and left the office. Dorothy, who was sitting in front of the workbench without raising her head, called out Yabu's name. Judging from her ears that shook slightly, she must have remembered it. And heard the sound of Yabu's footsteps.

"Ah... sorry."

The instinctive reaction to being late inherited from his school days made Yabu immediately perform a verbal slide when he heard that he was late.

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It doesn’t seem to say what time you’re supposed to start work...

However, you can't just talk to your boss about this kind of problem. In the final analysis, you still need to apologize first.

Okay, the final conclusion is to apologize first, so it seems like he didn't say anything wrong.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, there are no clear working hours."

Dorothy held a tube of silver-white substance that she was mixing in her hand. She first looked up at Yabu, then slowly stood up from her seat, walked to his side, opened the glass cover, and opened the glass cover. Yabu reached out and squeezed his hand with a strange look in his eyes.

After confirming that the other party was real and still here, Dorothy encountered the bonfire again like a cold person. Her expression slowly warmed up and she asked: "It seems that Yabu just came back from outside. Last night Yabu Does Bu live outside?"

"...Yes, I'm going to accompany Ifrit."

Although she asked this question, Dorothy actually knew where Yabu had gone.

Last night, by chance, Dorothy accidentally wandered around the room arranged for Yao Bu and hugged her to see what Yao Bu was doing.

But after trying to knock on the door several times without any response, Dorothy felt something was wrong and had to take out the key she happened to have with her and opened the door.

What came into view was an absolutely empty room.

This really scared Dorothy. After all, it was already past eleven o'clock, but Yabu did not stay in his room, and Yabu had said before that he would not work here for too long. Time, led Dorothy to think that Yabu had completely left.

Why......?

Dorothy froze beside the door frame. The palm of her hand holding the doorknob was so hard that it turned white. The thoughts in her mind were as if a stone was thrown into a clear pool, causing the mud at the bottom to surge out crazily. A possibility that he was not willing to accept, and some thoughts that might be "slightly" less safe for Yabu slowly overflowed.

If I had known... I should have...

However, it wasn't until those deeply buried things were all reexamined by uncontrollable instincts, and she was about to continue thinking along one of them, that the rationality brought by thinking suddenly pulled Dorothy back, thinking You should check the surveillance system to confirm, and slowly recovered from that state after discovering that Yabu did not leave but went to find Ifrit.

"Can you please stop going out at night in the future? I'm very worried about you." Dorothy's concerned voice and expression were extremely soft, but this gentleness made Yabu feel an unbearable pressure, as if he had been surrounded by several layers before. Wrapped in quilt, I felt a little out of breath, "If you really want to go, please tell me, okay?"

"Um......"

Rather, although he was asking, as if he had the right to choose independently, facing Dorothy like this, Yabu felt that he had no other choice but to follow her.

If the doctor gives Yabu the feeling that everything is one step ahead of what he wants, and he has been clearly arranged for him in advance, his choices are actually within the scope of the doctor's estimation, which makes Yabu feel that he It seems that he is acting according to his own ideas, but in fact he has not deviated from the doctor's ideas from the beginning.

Dorothy gently put all the options in front of Yabu, and seemed to be asking Yabu for his opinion, but she gently and silently pointed to one of the options and stared at Yabu eagerly, making Yabu I feel like I would feel very guilty if I didn't choose this.

Moreover, if you don't choose according to the other party's wishes, there is always a feeling that something bad may happen.

"So, is there anything else going on with Yabu? If not." Dorothy flashed the silver reagent in her hand and asked with a smile, "Shall we start today's experiment?"

"it is good......"

In fact, breakfast hadn't been eaten yet, but looking at Dorothy's appearance, Yabu felt that it wouldn't matter if he ate it later.

Generally speaking...it seems like I have a choice, but in fact I don't have a choice at all.

Why does it feel like everyone can do it well?

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* Dorothy sat in the office all night because she was afraid she would miss something when she fell asleep.

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Chapter 133 How wonderful

Speaking of which, it seems that when Dorothy asked Yabu to come to work at her place, she said that she would inject something into Yabu's body.

But the problem is...

"...Just a quick question, Dorothy, are you sure I'm acting like this just to inject something?"

Yabu, who was lying on what looked like an operating table but didn't know what it was, slightly lifted the helmet with several tubes inserted on his head. The helmet was a little heavy and he even needed both hands to lift it. stand up.

In addition to that, he was also equipped with electrode pads, blood oxygen saturation probe sensors, and some equipment that I couldn't name but felt a bit exaggerated, making him look like he had just been raped by Dorothy West was stolen from the ICU.

What are you doing? Could it be that you are preparing to send yourself to the Underworld to get a knife?

This created an atmosphere where it would be a bit rude if Yabu didn't cooperate and caused some problems.

"This is just to prevent Yabu from having an accident." Dorothy did not look at Yabu's face, but put away some of her smile and looked down at his neck. To be precise, she looked at the temporary Yabu Two Li Boli feathers strung on a rope as ornaments, "Did Yabu make any new friends?"

"Huh?" Yabu held the helmet with both hands and tried to raise his head. He followed Dorothy's gaze and glanced at the two feathers, "Oh, this, it seems to be a gift from Helmer and Joyce. Ifrit seems to have one too, but I don’t know its specific function. Is this a custom of their race?”

Originally, Yabu was going to ask someone or check online, but he was pulled onto the operating table as soon as he came back.

"Yes, it's a blessing from Li Boli. They usually give..." Dorothy said slowly after a moment of silence, "They give feathers like this to...friends. "

But, it's not just friends.

Some Liboli people have a tradition of giving such tokens to people they have a very good relationship with, people they care about from the bottom of their hearts, people they recognize, even family members or... partners.

And Dorothy, who had met Helmer and Joyce a few times, could tell from their appearance that these two feathers most likely came from the two of them.

"Take it off first. Do you need my help?"

"Okay." It was really inconvenient to move around with the helmet on. He lay down honestly for a while, and raised his neck in conjunction with Dorothy's movements, so that the other party could pick off the two feathers and the rope.

But after the feathers and rope were taken off, there was a crisp click sound, and Yabu felt a ring-shaped and extremely heavy coldness on his neck.

"...Is this?" Yabu could no longer raise his head significantly due to the increased weight. He could only raise it slightly, using the peripheral vision of his eyes and the feeling on his neck to guess. Dorothy had brought something for herself.

It seemed to be a collar, and judging from the weight and temperature, it seemed to be made of metal.

"This is insurance to prevent accidents for Yabu." Dorothy repeated her previous words righteously, lowered her head and walked out of Yabu's field of vision, tinkering with something else.

So is this really just an injection of something... Why does it feel like it's to prevent escape?

"Wait a minute I will inject this thing into your body, Yabu." Dorothy helped Yabu pick up the helmet slightly, and gestured to him with the silver-white reagent that Yabu had noticed before, " This is what I mentioned to Yabu before. If injected, it will allow the subject to control the transmitter, but..."

"But, you will fall into a dream, right?" Dorothy Abuti, who had always remembered this incident, added, and then asked, "My physique may be weird... No, maybe it's very Strangely, it is much weaker than you, so the amount of injection may be slightly different. Is Dorothy okay with this?"

"The purpose of collecting data before was to calculate the dosage of medicine for Yabu. I have already calculated these issues."

In fact, it might have started again after a few days, but because the sudden disappearance of Yabu last night slightly irritated Dorothy, she stayed up all night and worked overtime to calculate and produce these things.

Dorothy had been in the laboratory before this, just to get these things done as soon as possible.

But rushing the work does not mean that the quality is not guaranteed. Dorothy still attaches great importance to the safety of the subject, especially since this subject is a unique example, and she will not hold any regard for it. Laxness and fluke.

"Please believe me." Dorothy stood in front of the operating table and looked down at Yabu. The depth of her emotions was so hot and sincere that it was difficult to doubt what the other party had promised. "Before this, I had been testing these things on myself. However, I will ensure the safety of Yabu and I will definitely wake you up."

"I understand." Yabu put the helmet back on, and lay down for a while like a guinea pig being dissected by others, completely handing over his body to others, waiting for the matter to end, "When will it start?"

Dare to directly participate in this human experiment, not only emotionally willing to believe, for the sake of safety, all situations have been marked, and there will be no danger.

"Right now, let me check again."

After all, if you don't count the number of times Dorothy has experimented on herself, this is the first time she has tried to inject reagents into other people, and it is a very special case. The more caution you can have, the safer it will be.

"Okay, let's get started, Yabu."

"Ah."

All the preparation values ​​were checked again, and there were no missing items. After taking a few deep breaths, Dorothy inserted the needle into Zhibu's body and pushed the silver-white reagent into his body.

"It feels...a little cold."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of Yabu. If you are sleepy, it is normal. Just let your consciousness fall into a deep sleep." Dorothy comforted Yabu softly, as if she was just doing something. It was a very relaxing thing, and it didn't make Yabu feel any nervousness.

But her hands that were constantly recording data and her eyes that never stopped checking the information on the surrounding machines made people feel that Dorothy was more nervous at this moment than Yabu herself.

It was clear that she was not the one who was being injected with the reagent at this moment, and she was sure that nothing would happen to her, but her brain was always frightening herself with some thoughts, like handing in an exam paper and feeling that there was something wrong with her calculations. .

But nervousness and apprehension are only a few. Beyond that, there is excitement and excitement that should never be shown at this moment.

Seeing these reagents condensed from her past calculations and efforts, being injected into Yabu's body bit by bit by her own hands, this indescribable sense of satisfaction made Dorothy feel like she had a Vision.She felt as if she shared the field of vision with the liquid at this moment. She could feel the liquid entering Yabu's blood vessels along the needle, flowing along with the blood in Yabu's body, and finally slowly filling his heart.

This feeling, this feeling of dyeing Yabu's body with her own color, made Dorothy even forget about her nervousness for a moment, and her brain was occupied by uncontrollable excitement.

She knew this emotion was wrong, she knew she should stay calm, of course she did.

But it’s really hard to keep your sanity...because now it’s like, it’s like...

It was as if Dorothy was pushing her ideals of many years into Yabu's heart.

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*The reagent that symbolizes her past flows in his body.

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Chapter 134 Did you know that the transmitter can only be used after falling asleep?

Nearly half an hour had passed since the reagent was completely injected into Yabu's body.

The progress was extremely smooth, even a little too smooth.

It went so smoothly that Dorothy felt a little unreal. Yabu's physical condition and the results so far were completely within the expected range. None of the back-ups she had prepared before needed to be used. Everything seemed to go smoothly. It proceeds without any hindrance as expected.

Dorothy put down the terminal in her hand and looked up at some substances floating in the air that looked like dandelion seeds but exuded a silver metallic sheen.

Sometimes they were like silver-white stars orbiting the star, rotating at a constant speed around her, and sometimes they were like butterflies clinging to flowers, resting on her head and shoulders for a while.