Pick up trash in horror game

It didn't take long for the officer to leave with the five prisoners, and it took another few minutes for He Le to feel that Ai Xueli had relaxed.

He Le moved to sit beside him, deliberately avoiding Sirit, and asked in a low voice, "What happened to you just now?"

Ai Xueli squeezed one of He Le's fingers, and whispered, "It's dangerous, don't go."

"What exactly did you sense?" He Le's eyes widened in surprise, and he took the boy's hand behind his back.

"I don't know, I can't explain it clearly," Ai Xueli's shoulders drooped suddenly, and he looked very confused.

"Hey, you two are sneaking around, what are you talking about?" Sirit on the side noticed something was wrong and forcibly interjected.

He Le looked up at the red-haired man, "Where do you think those five people will be taken?"

When Sirit heard that they were discussing this, he immediately lost interest, "Tsk, they are either dead or alive, and they will know the result tomorrow, why think so much."

"...That's right," He Le swallowed with difficulty, staring at the cold door in a daze.

However, until the second night, the five prisoners were not sent back. The atmosphere in the cell became more serious, and the tempers of the prisoners became more and more irritable, and one or two small fights broke out from time to time.

Although none of the people present dared to touch Sirit, there were some blind people who wanted to find fault with Ai Xueli.

Seeing Ai Xueli's short stature, two prisoners wanted to bully her, but He Le, as Ai Xueli's full-time bodyguard in the game, naturally couldn't let them succeed.

The fighting power of these two young men was not as good as that of Sirit, and it took He Le just a few minutes to beat the two guys who found fault until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.

"Ahem, you!" Prisoner A lay on the ground coughing up blood.

He Le squeezed his fists, frowned and said, "Get out immediately!"

The two prisoners looked at each other, cursed and got up from the ground, clutching their wounds and limping away.

After driving the people away, He Le's expression could no longer be tense. Unfortunately, the corner of his mouth was bruised, and it hurt when he moved a little. He patted his cheek and sat back beside Ai Xueli, "It's all right."

"You're hurt," the boy reacted very loudly, reaching out to touch the corner of the other's mouth, looking worried.

"It's just a small injury, it'll be fine soon," He Le didn't care, and his HP hasn't dropped so far, which proves that the injury is not serious.

Ashley wanted to take a closer look at the wound on his face, but Sirit just came back.

He Le asked immediately: "How are the negotiations going?"

"Most people agree." No matter what the next task is, Sirit doesn't want to fight against other prisoners, so he finds someone to form an alliance in advance, "If we are fighting against the group of alien spiders, the team action can be improved Survival rate."

"Yeah," Ashley nodded approvingly.

After sitting down, Xi Lite stretched his legs, turned his head and said to He Le, "I'm a little tired, it's your turn to get the nutrient solution today."

"Okay," He Le agreed.

Among the three members of the team, Ashley had the lowest force value, so He Le or Xi Lite was usually required to follow him, so that all matters of acting alone would not be arranged on his head.

The young man got up and walked to the boxes where the materials were stored. The boxes were just piled up by the door of the detention room. Probably because of what happened last night, no one was willing to stay by the door, and all the prisoners tried their best to squeeze out. The location near the inside.

Opening the lid of the box, he counted out three bottles of nutrient solution and put them in his pocket. Just as He Le was about to return to Ai Xueli, the automatic door behind him opened with a "click".

A gust of cold air hit his back, and the young man froze on the spot.

"You, come out," a cold male voice came from outside the door.

Rumang was on his back, He Le turned around stiffly, and saw a silver baton pointing straight at him, his heart stopped suddenly, he knew he couldn't escape this time, cold sweat dripped from his back and wet his clothes .

Before the young man could react, he was escorted out by the soldiers behind the officer.

"He Le," Ai Xueli just moved a little before being grabbed by the red-haired man next to her, "You huh!"

Sirit covered the boy's mouth, dragged him back, and said in a low voice, "Calm down, are you going to die too?"

Ai Xueli's eyes widened angrily, and the pupils became darker and darker. He hated himself, hated his own weakness, even if he died, he wanted to catch up, but now he couldn't break free from Sirit's arm at all. !

The officer also selected five prisoners this time. The whole process took less than 2 minutes. The automatic door closed again. Looking at each other from the wall.

The young man glared at the man fiercely, his eyes were so fierce that he seemed to want to kill him, the murderous aura on his body made the man squint his eyes.

"Oh, stupid." Siri said with a special face, "wait quietly, he probably won't die."

"..." Ai Xueli shook his lips, but couldn't speak. He lowered his head and hid his face in the darkness, with cold tears sliding down his cheeks.

Please, please...don't die!

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"Go quickly."

He Le's ass was kicked, so he had to walk a few steps faster.It's cold, it's cold, where will it be sent next?

No matter what, he had to pass the customs. Lu Yuanjia was still waiting for him in the hospital. He must not die here!

The other four unlucky guys don't have the fighting spirit like He Le, they have completely ashen faces, and they look like they are about to go to the execution ground. Yes, for this he was beaten twice by soldiers.

After walking for a few more minutes, the five prisoners were sent to five closed rooms.

From the outside of the room, the wall is a layer of glass, so you can clearly see the internal scene, but when you walk in, you will find that the walls in the room are not transparent, so you can't see the outside world inside.There is nothing in the room, just a vast expanse of whiteness, only a brown blanket, which feels a bit like a cage for mice in a laboratory.

He Le was frightened into a cold sweat by his own thoughts, but no matter how much he resisted, he still had to go in.

"Crack," the mechanical door closed tightly, and He Le sat down against the wall. After observing for a week, he found that the entire room was airtight without a single gap.

At this time, the main control room of the spaceship.

"Admiral Oss, it's ready over there, do you want to go and have a look?" The blond adjutant bowed to a black-haired man with a very humble gesture.

The man stared at the latest image from the front line, and it took a long time before he responded, "...Let's go."

The blond adjutant immediately dialed an instruction to the laboratory, asking them to prepare the experimental equipment within 10 minutes.

The six guards followed Oss step by step, walking all the way. Anyone who met him, no matter who they were, must bow and salute.The man was wearing a white military uniform, with exquisite military emblems on his chest, and a silver baton in his hand, with the family emblem of the Oss family engraved on the handle, which was cumbersome and gorgeous.

The door of the research room slid open, and the man led several subordinates towards the transparent room where the five prisoners were kept.

"Admiral," the person in charge of the research room handed over the virtual screen.

Oss glanced casually, "8% sure?" He squinted at the bald person in charge.

"This... is already our best effort," the bald person in charge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Let's get started," he said before raising his eyes to look at the prisoners in the fifth room.

"?" He Le suddenly felt the wall shake behind him. He turned his head in doubt and stared at the white wall for a few seconds.

Obviously nothing has changed, but the ominous premonition is getting stronger in my heart.

"Sss—"

Where is the sound coming from? !

He Le hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch the wall, and finally found that the sound came from the corner of the wall. A gust of warm gas sprayed on the back of his hand, causing him to withdraw his hand in fright.

gas!

He secretly thought something was wrong, and immediately held his breath, but it was too late.

He Le happened to be locked in the third transparent room, and Oss saw him after a quick glance.

"Admiral?" The adjutant asked in a low voice when he saw Oss froze for a moment.

"How could he..." Oss showed a tangled expression, then glanced at the person in charge, and ordered: "Stop the experiment immediately!"

The person in charge who was over fifty years old thought that there was something wrong with his ears, "What?"

"I said stop immediately!" Oss roared, picked up the virtual screen in his hand, and called up the information of the prisoners in Room [-].

It was the first time for the adjutant to see the young boss making such a big fuss. Everyone present trembled in fright, and the staff in the laboratory hurriedly stopped releasing the 23b pathogenic gas.

After reading the information on the virtual screen, the man looked at the young man in room three with red eyes.

It really was him, He Le...

"Admiral?" Seeing the strange expression on the officer's face, the blond adjutant asked cautiously, "Should this experiment be terminated or continue?"

Oss lowered his head, took a few deep breaths, turned to look at the person in charge and asked, "Will the dose just now be fatal?"

"This... this," the person in charge of the bald head felt that the remaining few hairs on his head were also in danger, why not: "Whether it will be fatal depends on the individual's physique. Some people are particularly resistant to this pathogen, even if the dose is small Anything less would be fatal.”

"...Can you release the prisoner in Room [-]?"

"Absolutely not. He has the 23b pathogen on his body now. Before we refine the antibody, it will not be cured. Letting him out will only infect more people," the person in charge shook his head desperately, hoping to dispel the terrifying Thoughts, "However, with such a small dose, the fatality rate will be greatly reduced. If you are lucky, there will be a 15% chance of survival, but the antibody cannot be extracted."

The man pondered for a long time after hearing this, and then gave a new order, "Forget it, except room 3, the rest of the room will continue the experiment. Watch him for me, and if he survives tomorrow...notify me immediately."

"Yes," the doctor nodded.

In Room 3, He Le knelt on the ground and covered the back of his painful hand. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. He felt the blood in his whole body was boiling, his cheeks and neck were blushing, and the itching sensation spread from the blood vessels on the back of his hand to his whole body. , as if a group of tiny bugs were strewn about in his body.

God!What the hell is that.

They were regarded as white mice, and the gas just now must have been poison gas. He Le gritted his teeth to endure the strange feeling, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

Sure enough, the originally red blood bar on the screen has turned purple-black, completely in a state of poisoning. Although the blood bar hasn't started to drop yet, this doesn't make He Le happy at all.