Wearing it on the villain

This coldness only exists for a moment.

This is indeed a supernatural world, but it does not mean that there will be supernatural phenomena. Even if there were, Gudebai was still powerless to resist. He calmed down very quickly. After all, compared with the attacks of ghosts or people, Wu Chizao fainted from exhaustion more likely.

Sure enough, Gudebai found Wu Chizao who was asleep at the corner. He was sleeping against the wall, so he didn't make any sound. Now he slid down and sat down, breathing evenly, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, obviously sleeping Not very comfortable.

Gudebai was looking at the phone, and saw that the time was approaching three o'clock in the afternoon. After experiencing a lot of power consumption just now, and wandering in this maze for a few hours, Wu Chizao was indeed too reluctant.

What's more, it's not just Wu Chizao who needs rest, he also needs it.

Gudebai grabbed Wu Chizao's arm and lifted him up. The other person seemed to feel the warmth in his sleep, and subconsciously huddled against him. The wet sweat was already so cold that it sank into his clothes like ice slag. But those hairs poked straight at Gudebai's face, he turned his head away in disgust, found an isolation room where the electronic door failed, and put him on the camp bed.

The underground is inherently damp and cold, and the temperature is low. Although the building has specially made anti-seepage arrangements, this coldness cannot be eliminated unless the temperature system starts to operate, but that needs to be adjusted by the control room.

Gudebai had no choice but to take off his coat and cover the shivering Wu Chizao, and took the opportunity to search the room to see what he could find.

There was dust in many places, and in the drawer under the table was a tattered book, the kind that elementary school students give out as exercise books.

Gudebai put the mobile phone on the table to illuminate it, and opened a page of the book at random, under the light, only to find that the handwriting on it was ugly, crooked, with a few pinyin and typos, and some messy forks.

This shows that the cultural level of the recorded people is not high.

"On August 8, Lao Li said that there was a place where I could hide. It didn't cost me money, and I had food and lodging included. I thought he was lying, but I didn't expect it to be true. This group of rich people killed people, and they don’t have to hide like Lao Tzu at all, so they must have a better life.”

"December 12, damn it, if I don't let me see the sun again, I'll kill that laughing dog doctor!"

"February 2, today is the Chinese New Year, and this place does not have annual holidays, haha, they can't go home like me."

"March X, did you miscalculate the date, forget it, don't care..."

"It should be April. I asked that beautiful girl. She ignored me and just gave me an injection. Why is my illness still not cured? Is it because they didn't use good medicine?"

……

Judging from the content, the owner of the diary is a fugitive. He entered this place on August [-], and fell ill from March to April of the next year. After that, there are blank pages and no more records. It may be that his condition deteriorated or even died.

Whatever the hell this underground lab was doing, it had to be something normal and legal.

It is a very smart choice for fugitives. In the information age, many escaped criminals only prepare cash, need jobs that do not depend on their identity, and do not often use mobile phones. They lack the means and courage to communicate with the outside world, plus communication. The net is so small that when it goes missing, it is hardly noticed.

Finding and taking in such people is not only illegal, but the purpose is even more suspicious.

Wu Chizao woke up for a while in the middle of her sleep, and asked vaguely, "Boss?"

"En." Gudebai replied nonchalantly, and didn't really intend to pay attention to it. He put the diary back after roughly flipping through it, and then turned around. His soft voice seemed to be hypnotic. Quzi, "Are you waking up?"

Wu Chizao didn't even open his eyes. He thought he was leaning against the wall, touching the bed board and trying to stand up, but found that his feet were too empty to step on the ground. He muttered and explained vaguely: "I'm just a little sleepy, I'm walking slowly. point, where is the place?"

"I know."

Gudebai raised his eyebrows, watching him playfully kicking his feet like a bad-tempered baby, but Wu Chizao soon fell into a coma, apparently unable to cry, so he had to stand up and continue searching for clues.

But this room is only so big, and nothing can be found after searching the sky. Gudebai sat back on the chair helplessly, and took a little nap.

Wu Chizao didn't know how long he had slept, but only knew that when he woke up in a daze, the boss happened to be sitting next to him leisurely. He had a pair of very bright eyes and could see many things clearly in the dark, not to mention The isolation room is not completely dark, but dark. The lights in the corridor in the distance cast vague shadows, as if the cold moonlight is pattering down.

So Wu Chizao didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up someone's dream rashly, half of his body fell on the army bed, so he raised his head and stared at Gudebai upside down in an awkward posture, just like the world is upside down at this moment.

The sleeping Gudebai felt alienated and cold. Wu Chizao was not good at describing richly in his composition, so he could only describe him as a piece of complete and sharp glass, which would hurt others even if it was broken, but every killing face In the glowing soft light, the beauty is soul-stirring.

My head was dizzy, and I couldn't tell whether it was the lack of oxygen in the brain or the confusion.

Until Gudebai's waking up alarmed Wu Chizao, he just thought he had been discovered, and straightened up in a panic. As soon as he raised his head, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and subconsciously called out.

"Have you had enough sleep?" Gudebai's voice has not yet woken up, chasing after him lazily.

Wu Chizao panicked, struggled like a headless chicken, subconsciously vetoed while supporting his sore neck: "No, it's just that I got up quickly."

In fact, it’s not just the neck, but also the body. The pain in the limbs is like a pinprick, but it can be tolerated. Wu Chizao is used to doing physical work. It used to be like this after carrying firewood and bricks all day. He moved his limbs for a while, He didn't make a sound, he subconsciously didn't want his boss to see his embarrassment.

"Let's go then."

The suit on his body slipped down like quicksilver, and before Wu Chizao could react, Gudebai gently snatched off the coat and put it on. He rubbed his brows and issued orders calmly.

It's already 06:30 in the afternoon.

If Wu Chizao, who fell asleep in such a place, was exhausted, then Gudebai could only comment on his behavior as reckless.

After passing through the isolation room, they stumbled into the restaurant by mistake. On the wall of the restaurant, there was a plane map recording the escape route. Although some places were different from Gudebai's memory, the main route was very clear. It was a great help.

After walking for about ten minutes according to the map of the restaurant, Gudebai and Wu Chizao finally ushered in the open reception hall, which was still in a cool white tone, and the lighting facilities were still working hard. Several huge screens were hanging, but none of them were activated. Rows of metal chairs welded together lined the hall.

This is not a completely enclosed place.