Is my sister a magical girl or a lily!

Ya Meng's expression also became serious, she raised the corners of her eyes, and replied her with the same firm words.

"Don't worry, Ya'er! I'll get everyone out of the 'facility' safely!"

"Even if the worst happens, you'll be one of 'everyone'!"

Chapter 37 Facility infiltration, there are always many puzzles buried under the surface ([-])

"Don't worry, Ya'er! I'll get everyone out of the 'facility' safely!"

"Even if the worst happens, you'll be one of 'everyone'!"

The squad leader's firm words not only reached Ya'er's ears, but also reached the hearts of everyone in the small team.

They all heard Ya'er's last conversation, facing her preparation to sacrifice herself, Yameng's words were their hearts.

——No one can be missing!

Everyone has the goal of action in mind.

Even the young monk, who was under the most pressure, clenched his fists and cheered for himself and everyone else.

"Then, the preparations for the operation are complete. The little monk and the eldest lady will follow Ya'er to infiltrate and collect evidence."

"The rest of us will make sure of the escape route, and while you sneak in, find a way to snatch a ship that can be used to retreat."

"The squad leader is probably the fastest responder among us, please stay in the ventilation duct and be ready to respond at any time."

After checking their respective missions for the last time, the squint-eyed staff officer announced the start of the operation.

Everyone gathers in a circle, everyone stretches out a hand and folds their palms together.

Ya'er, who had never done this kind of action, was infected by their group determination, and put her palm on the top.

Their hands were clasped together, and then they swung down heavily!

"Let's go!" ×9

The determination of the group is spread over each individual.

Their expressions are no longer laughing, no longer cynical.

There is only a surge of silence, pervading the respective personnel who started their operations.

Ya'er led the little monk and Mei Xu into the ventilation duct.

The girls stay in the warehouse while the boys prepare to secure a boat from the guards.

Yameng is a firefighter, and she will go to the rescue when the situation is at its worst.

The whole scene was activated like a clockwork.

As cogs on the mechanism, each of them turned in their own direction.

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Time is advancing, and the members of the infiltration team have already climbed a long distance in the ventilation duct.

Sure enough, as Ya'er said, the closer to the experimental subject's living area, the narrower the passage here will be.

At the corner of the previous passage, Yameng, who was a firefighter, had to stop there because of his stature.

The little monk crawled behind Ya'er and in front of Meio.

When he first entered the tunnel, he was filled with faith, with a little urgency, and eager to complete his task.

But the long climb is wearing away the faith brought about by the determination of everyone's unity.

And the increasingly narrow space is also creating a kind of tight oppression.

His heart was yearning to release such pressure.

There is a good view in front of him, which may relieve the depression in the passage.

You must know that Ya'er's legs were dangling in front of his eyes all the time.

Although after changing out of the wet clothes, Ya'er's dress had turned into a pair of hot pants - he couldn't see the most mysterious part of the beautiful scenery.

But as an adolescent boy, the only beautiful things in this depressive space still make people's hearts surge.

Unfortunately, in the narrower and narrower ventilation ducts, the acceleration of the heartbeat will only make the small space stuffy.

He felt that his pressure was about to explode, and if he enjoyed the beautiful scenery so unscrupulously, he would break down sooner or later.

So he could only take off his glasses, stare at the pipes under him, block his vision, and slowly move along with Ya'er.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Probably the eldest lady behind him is also under the same pressure as him.

It's just that the source of the eldest lady's stress is not the opposite sex's attraction to adolescent boys.

No matter how Mio uses the washboard, the things that girls are different from boys will always have some bulges.

Such a bulge allowed her to bear more pressure than the little monk in the extremely narrow ventilation duct.

Along the way, she would groan "woo woo" from time to time, but she never gave up moving forward.

For the first time in her life, she felt that her figure was still good, at least, it didn't suffocate her.

——If she had a better figure, she wouldn't have been assigned to this task.

——Speaking of which, Ya'er, who didn't seem to feel the pressure, might be even worse in terms of figure?

The usually serious little monk, under the torment of the suppressed space, also learned the skill of complaining in his head.

Moreover, as he complained, he had some very subtle associations.

In the oppressive ventilation duct, the rustling sound of their clothes rubbing against the duct wall was very monotonous and boring.

Unknowingly, he thought of Ya'er's figure.

——No, no!What am I thinking!At times like this, focus on the action in front of you!

——Besides, Ya'er seems to have learned yoga, maybe there is some way to shrink her body.

Sensing that his mental state was not right, he quickly shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his mind.

It's a pity that in the monotonous and boring rustling sound, Mio's moan of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

He might not be able to get rid of the sperm that took root in his head.

In such torture, he felt that the next climb was so long.

How many minutes have passed?a couple of hours?Or centuries?

The sense of time was completely disordered, as if he was in an endless narrow space, crawling, crawling, crawling.

Finally, among the monotonous images that go back and forth, something new appears.

A slight light came from the gap between Ya'er's body and the passage.

"The exit is already visible, and we'll be there soon."

Ya'er's lovely female voice is undoubtedly the voice of salvation in the oppressive space.

Not only the little monk, but even Mei Xu behind him suddenly became excited.

The climbing speed increased unconsciously, and the little monk followed Ya'er closely, chasing those faint lights.

Brighter, brighter, the ventilation ducts have been bathed in cool light.

Ya'er pushed away the net covering that blocked the duct, and jumped into her long-lost personal room.

The little monk almost fell to the floor of the room following her.

I saw that the ventilation duct was opened on the top of one wall of the room, and including that wall, the other sides were extremely simple.

room

There were no decorations at all in the room.

A bed, a small desk, a bathroom and toilet constitute Ya'er's living space.

It is square and square, less than ten square meters, and the bed and small desk are still turned out of the wall.

In other words, turn the bed and small desk back into the wall and lock them, and then close the two doors of the room.

The entire metal room will be clean and empty.

"Ya'er, do you live in this kind of place? It's too unbearable!"

Mio, who followed the little monk into the room, immediately commented on the impression the room gave them.

She hastily started filming with the camera, probably feeling that using such a room to detain girls has reached the level of abuse.

"Can't bear it? I think it's okay."

"When I don't need to operate those things, I feel very comfortable in a daze in the room."

"It's quiet here, and there is nothing superfluous. As long as you concentrate, it's like entering a blank world."

Mio's evaluation did not get Ya'er's approval.

She is indeed a patient with "congenital excess concentration", and her own senses are different from those of ordinary people.

Mei Xu was a little speechless, and she felt her heart was blocked by Ya'er's words.

She couldn't imagine how Ya'er came back to life. You must know that the time she stayed here was not just one or two years.

This strengthened her determination to rescue Ya'er, and at the same time, she began to feel a little unbearable to watch the lives of other girls.

"Can we leave the room? If we stay here, we won't be able to collect enough evidence."

Even if you can't bear to watch, getting out of this room is a must to save other people.

The little monk adjusted his armed belt, took out the stick and held it in his hand, and asked Ya'er with some uncertainty.

"There's... well, it should be called monitoring in the corridor, but if this child is there, it should be able to be dealt with."

Ya'er tilted her head, recalling the situation in the living area.

She immediately came to the door of her room, operated the electronic door lock, and opened it.

At this time, the little cotton in her arms took the initiative to act.

It ran out quickly, and jumped onto the camera at the end of this extremely simple metal passage.

The cute cotton body opened its mouth, and it showed its sharp teeth, biting off the wire with one bite.

Seeing that it had completed its task, Ya'er immediately opened the door and called the others to come out.

The little monk walked out first.

Mio, who thought of something, took a deep breath before following into the corridor.

What he saw made the little monk stunned after taking two steps.

With mental preparation, Mei Xu also covered her mouth in shock.

Chapter 38 Facility infiltration, there are always many puzzles buried under the surface ([-])

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

The reason for saying this is because the eyes can best reveal a person's emotions.

So, is it possible to get more feedback in communication just by looking into a person's eyes?

No, the opposite is true.

In communication, the last thing most people want to come into contact with is the eyes of unfamiliar people.

Try to recall such an experience, if you suddenly met the other person's eyes during the conversation, would you feel momentary embarrassment?

Even such embarrassment will cause the topic to pause for a while, making both parties in the conversation very uncomfortable.

Why is there such a situation?

Because no one wants to show their purest self in front of others.

And the purest selves displayed by others can also stab us.

There are no curtains on the windows of the soul.