Wizard he really doesn't want to roll [Rebirth]

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In the middle of the night, a magnificent mansion.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a large dungeon under the mansion where the executive officer of Le Mei in the Amei galaxy lives.

All kinds of shielding devices have blocked countless detection signals, and also buried the unknown evils underground.

The guards with live ammunition stepped into the dungeon, walked through the long and sloping stairs, took off the human skin mask on their faces, and turned into a Dogon in an instant.

On both sides of the deep corridor, there are empty prison cells, but the remaining blood stains on the walls and floors, as well as the blood-stained chains silently tell what happened.

The footsteps echoed, eerie and terrifying.

The structure of the dungeon is very complicated, and the main roads are intertwined like cobwebs, dividing it into different areas.

A faint sound sounded from the side.

The Dogon guard frowned, and looked keenly at the direction of the sound. The side road was pitch black, and the light over there was broken yesterday, and it hasn't been repaired yet.

Something suspicious seemed to be hiding.

It held its breath, took off the gun at its waist and held it, and a bone blade popped out of its arm, approaching step by step.

The figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

After 2 minutes, it came back again, all checked, and there was nothing suspicious, maybe it was the sound made by the wind.

The guard went all the way to the deepest part of the dungeon, and used the authority card to open the closed cell door. The smell of blood flooded the surface instantly, arousing the bloodthirsty instinct deep in the Dogon soul.

It seemed faintly excited, and walked in.

In the center of the empty room, a grown man hangs by chains.

His arms were imprisoned by the chains protruding from the ceiling, his body fell under the force of gravity, and his feet were five centimeters above the ground. This height, which seemed to be able to touch the ground but could not be touched at all, unintentionally brought extreme pain.

He was naked from the upper body, covered with scorched marks from welts, knife wounds, branding irons and electric shocks. There was not a single piece of good flesh, and the trousers on the lower body became rags, soaked in blood and then dried up, and would be wet again during the next interrogation. , I can't see the original color for a long time.

The blood was flowing down the body, dripping on the ground, forming a pool of blood, the man bowed his head deeply, if it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, he almost seemed to be dead.

Another guard in the cell was interrogating. He was holding an electric shock device, and his gloves were already stained with blood.

"How is it?" the guard who had just entered asked in a low voice.

"Still refused to say anything. Originally, he planned to find a guide to enter his sea of ​​consciousness to extract memories forcibly, but he closed his mental image, so that he can't even wake up now."

The Dogon interrogator threw away the electric shock device angrily, and said bitterly, "If the information in his mouth was not so important, he would have been killed a long time ago."

"Let me do it." The guard moved close behind the interrogator, as if reaching for the electric shock device that had been thrown on the ground.

The moment they got close, the Dogon interrogator suddenly widened his eyes.

It didn't even make a sound of struggling, and its body quickly went limp.

Because at the same moment the heart was pierced from behind, the vocal cords were completely destroyed by a sharp knife.

The guard supported its weak body and dragged it to a hidden corner without making any suspicious sounds.

He came in front of Nicola, without any nonsense, quickly took out the syringe, and stuck a needle in Nicola's scarred arm.

Cromwell's nervous voice came from the tiny earphones implanted in the ear canal: "How is it?"

Lin Xiaoming didn't speak, but raised his hand and pressed heavily outside the ear canal a few times, using a code to transmit the signal.

Cromwell breathed a sigh of relief, and his speech speed also increased: "The evacuation route has been planned, move as fast as possible, I will cover you to break through, a total of 14 bombs were placed, and they will be detonated collectively in 10 minutes."

Lin Xiaoming took a step forward to untie the chain that bound Nikola.

I haven't seen him in several months, but Nicola has completely changed into another look. The former cold and ruthless chief is covered in blood, and some wounds have begun to fester and rot, and you can see the white bones exposed inside.

His vital signs are already quite weak, and because he has closed his mental image, he has no consciousness at all, and he cannot be awakened by external stimuli at all.

Lin Xiaoming could even smell the stench of the dead on him.

Anyway, the situation couldn't be worse. The nano-robots in the Y736 reagent that just entered will quickly repair the functions of important organs and blood vessels, ensuring that Nicola will not die immediately.

Lin Xiaoming laid Nicola flat on the mobile bed beside him, covered it tightly with a white cloth, and hid the electric shock device inside by the way.

After filling the two pistols he carried with him, Lin Xiaoming continued to pretend to be a Dogon guard, and pushed Nicola out of the prison door.

Hearing told him the location of the guards on patrol, Lin Xiaoming chose a perfect route to bypass them, all the way forward, and soon he would reach the gate of the dungeon, there were guards guarding there, no matter what he couldn't get around.

"What's this?" the guard asked.

"This man is dead. Get it out and burn it." The implanted chip in his throat completely changed Lin Xiaoming's voice.

The guard picked up the white cloth with a gun, and it was necessary to check it carefully.

The next moment, the dagger pierced his throat, and another guard immediately raised his gun. Before he pulled the trigger, a black bullet hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows!

Lin Xiaoming suddenly stepped on the mobile bed, dodged the bullet behind him, and threw a grenade directly.

The loud explosion covered Cromwell's voice in the earphones. Lin Xiaoming lifted the white cloth and put Nicola on his body. The two bullets took away the guards who came to check after hearing the sound.

The countdown was seven minutes and 24 seconds, and the breakout began.

"...Doctor Lu, Doctor Lu?"

"Doctor Lu!"

The chaotic consciousness was awakened, Lu Jinchao barely opened his eyes, and saw Margali's hand shaking in front of him.

Seeing that Lu Jin was waking up, Margali breathed a sigh of relief. She sat back in her original position and said, "You fell asleep just now."

"...Thank you." Lu Jinchao didn't realize at all that the too cold environment and the injuries he received made his body enter a self-protection program, but once he fell asleep here, there was really only one dead end.

The self-heating post he used at the beginning was about to lose its popularity, so he replaced two new ones and stuck them on his chest and abdomen.

Margali's condition is also very poor, it's really too cold, although Xuewozi is enough to shelter from the wind, but the self-heating post and the clothes in the supply bag are not good enough to withstand the severe cold.

At this moment, four hours have passed since the spacecraft crashed.

The cold exacerbated physical exhaustion. Margali drank a nutrient solution, and with the help of Lu Jinchao, fed another to the comatose driver.

There is only one nutrient solution left.

How long until help arrives?

Lu Jinchao: "Let's chat and refresh ourselves. Once the other party shows signs of unconsciousness, we can also remind them."

Margali was very worried: "Your injury... is it okay to speak?"

"Fortunately, at least you have to save your life first."

"Then what should I say?"

"Let's talk about something realistic." Lu Jinchao said softly, "If you wanted to leave a suicide note, who would you write it to?"

"Lance, but he probably wouldn't want to see me write him something like this."

With the expected result, Lu Jinchao continued to ask: "Don't you give it to your family?"

"My family is not nice to me."

Margali curled up her body as if it would be warmer, and said sarcastically: "Speaking of which, I still have to thank them, if they hadn't let me live in a cold attic since I was a child, if they hadn't let me remember I started doing rough work from the beginning, and I would not be able to resist the cold and be as strong as I am now. If I hadn't met Lance, I would definitely be sent to the bed of some old man now."

People always reveal some true thoughts when they are most vulnerable and helpless, no matter how scheming they are, Margaret is only 22 years old after all.

Margali sniffed: "Forget it, let's not talk about it, who will you write to?"

"Let's write to my teacher, Professor Wen Rongxi." Lu Jinchao said softly, "I have no relatives. If I have to say who is the closest, it is only the teacher."

"Where's the little sentinel who came to Capital Star with you?" Margali asked, "I heard that he went to look for you on the night of the academy's battle, right?"

"Xiao Ming?" Lu Jin smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. His voice was very soft, but the words he said were cruel, "You don't think I like him, do you? In my eyes, he is just a A 19-year-old kid, I've always treated him like a younger brother."

Margaret snorted, "I thought he would be your sentinel."

"If I like it, I will agree to him on the morning of the battle night. For me, the most important person is the teacher. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Lu Jinchao concealed his relationship with Lin Xiaoming, he didn't want Ma Jiali to notice Xiaoming.

His various reactions were impeccable. No one could have imagined that Lu Jinchao could still think about these things when he was seriously injured and a little blood gushed from the corner of his mouth almost every word he said.

Especially in the eyes of everyone, he has always been a typical honest person.

But he has worked for three years anyway, and intrigues in the hospital are indispensable, promotions, wooing leaders, and colleagues... Although he has not participated in it personally, he has seen a lot of it. A little dirtier, just more means.

They are all 26 years old, how can it be a blank sheet of paper?

Margali should have believed it.

Afterwards, Lu Jinchao chatted with her some heartfelt words, and this time they were all true analysis: the confusion and panic of suddenly awakening to become a guide when he thought he had no hope, the helplessness of being the oldest student of the Guidance Academy and breaking the record , and several times the embarrassment of social death due to physical incoordination.

He said it very truthfully, both of them have experienced hardships, and those who managed to live a good life will resonate more.

In the end, Margali also opened up and talked about some things in her past.

Lu Jinchao knew that he was gradually breaking down Margali's defense against him.

Mutual support at the critical moment of life can build a deeper bond between the two. He doesn't believe in Margaret, but he wants to gain Margaret's trust as much as possible, and even make the other party start to rely on him.

In this way, if you can go back alive, it will be much easier in the future.

The two chatted, as if they had forgotten the passage of time. In the ice and snow, they reminded each other, comforted each other, and encouraged each other to persevere.

They talked a lot, and in the end they had an exchange of ideas. Margaret had never had the opportunity to talk about this with anyone before. She was a guide and a woman. In the eyes of many people, it was not appropriate to talk about these things.

Lance would talk to her about some political affairs, but Margaret absolutely couldn't let him know what she had done.

Liming plans to let Lu Jinchao know part of her ambitions. Although she can't tell the whole story, there are many things she can talk about.

Compared with the aggressiveness revealed in Margali's words, Lu Jinchao was much gentler. He tried his best to resolve the terrifying extremes and paranoia in Margali's thinking without exposing himself.

Just like Xiaoming once reminded him, she is dangerous, very dangerous.

But Lu Jinchao wanted to try it.

Maybe they are seeking skin from a tiger, but it is uncertain who will be the ultimate winner.

In the end, both of them were thirsty, so they could only grab the snow and put it in their mouths, and drink some snow water.

Margali breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly said, "It would be great if I could meet you sooner."

Lu Jinchao pretended to be ignorant of her thoughts, coughed twice, suppressed the bloody smell in his airway, and said with a smile: "It's not too late now, if you can meet like-minded people, no matter when It's not too late."

Margaret just smiled, lowered her eyes, and stopped talking.