() Volume 10: The Dusty Mystery, Chapter 751: The Negative Effect of Genes

The earth-shattering explosion of "boom" spread from the ninth floor, and the entire building shook violently in an instant, as if it was about to collapse. () 11, who had already run to the fourth floor, suddenly stumbled, and quickly reached out to hold on to the wall to hold his body and not let himself fall. At this moment, his face was already pale and weak, beads of sweat were constantly oozing from the corners of his forehead, and the clothes on his body were soaked, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat. There was an unprecedented trace of exhaustion in those eternal indifferent eyes, blinking heavy and sleepy eyelids, and 11 held on to his spirit to prevent himself from fainting.

"Are you alright?" asked Tide, worried. 11's headset had been on, so he had heard the frenzy of conversation between him and DK and Iron Eagle just now, so he already knew what the explosion was about.

11 He didn't answer, but gasped. Cold sweat kept seeping from the corners of his forehead and sliding down his face, and in a moment his whole body was as if he had just come out of the water.

"Chu Yuan?" Seeing that 11 didn't answer, the frenzy couldn't help but call again, and asked anxiously, "Are you hurt?"

11 Holding his neck with one hand and the wall with the other, he barely squeezed out a "hmm" sound from his throat. I was relieved when I heard his voice, it's good to have gas, this Xiao Qiang who can't be killed, as long as there is still a breath left, he shouldn't be able to die.

Although he thought so, he still asked worriedly, "Can't you die?"

11Before he could answer, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps from the upper floor, and at least twenty people were huddled together and running down the corridor. In addition to the sound of footsteps, there were also cries and shouts, which were chaotic and noisy as if the end was coming. Those residents who lived on the sixth and seventh floors, who were lucky not to be affected by the explosion, screamed desperately all the way, and ran downstairs in horror, while the residents downstairs looked confused and looked for people everywhere to ask what was going on, and after learning that it was the eighth and ninth floors that caused the fire, they also blindly followed the fleeing team downstairs. So many people huddled together, as if it was a beast tide, and the rumbling sound of running was about to break the stairs.

The upstairs occupants quickly ran to the fourth floor, but they ran past him one by one as if they couldn't see the bloodied 11, and only a few people looked at him in surprise, but when they saw someone they didn't know, they just ran for their lives and ignored him.

The crowd poured down the staircase like a tidal wave,11 standing motionless like a solid rock in the middle of a raging wave. After only a few moments, the entire corridor on the fourth floor was empty, and of course there was an eleven standing still. It's not that he doesn't want to take the opportunity to run out together in the crowd, but first, he really doesn't have the strength at this moment, and second, he is covered in blood, and running out like this will definitely attract the attention of others.

After the crowd passed, the corridor suddenly became quiet, only 11 was still panting slightly.

At this time, the frenzy said: "The fat duck is already rushing to your side, and it will be there in about five or six minutes." ”

11 I barely managed to spit out an "oh" word from my throat, but the voice became so dry and hoarse from my mouth that it seemed like a man who had lost his way in the desert and had not drunk a sip of water for days, and it became so difficult to even make a sound.

"Are you alright?" asked Tide.

11 did not answer again, but stood for a short time before slowly straightening up, and then slowly letting go of the hand that was covering his neck. His neck was covered with blood stains that had not yet coagulated, but the amazing thing was that the terrible wound between Xiang Jian had healed, and there was not even a single scar left. That's why he kept holding his neck in front of Iron Eagle and Senju just now, he couldn't let others see that his body would heal itself. It's a pity that this ability is no longer under his control, and every time he is injured, his body will mobilize energy to repair itself, and every time he repairs, he will empty a large amount of his body, and this situation is even stricter than the last.

Superman is not omnipotent, and wanting to be Superman also comes at a price. Maybe others will envy 11 for having an immortal body, but only he knows that this body is actually a time bomb, and he can't tell when it will suddenly die.

Taking a deep breath, 11's face was still pale, but it was better than before. Raising his head, he looked back and forth, left and right, and there was no one in the corridor, and 11 only then did he hold on to the wall and slowly walked to the fourth floor weakly.

The residents on the fourth floor also ran downstairs with the people who were rushing for their lives, although they didn't know exactly what was going on, and they only heard others speculate that the explosion of a gas tank on the eighth or ninth floor caused the fire, and they were afraid that the fire would spread to their own floor, so they blindly followed these people to flee for their lives. At this moment, the entire fourth floor was empty, 11 chose a family at random, leaned against the wall to the door, opened the door with a master key, and then walked to the bathroom step by step. On his body, it seems that he is weighing on the burden of Wan Jun, and it is so difficult to even take a step.

The distance from the door to the bathroom seemed to empty his body, and when he entered the bathroom, he leaned on the sink weakly, and he had to use his hands to support himself so as not to let his body fall. Clenched his teeth, it seemed to be very hard. The cold sweat on his forehead kept dripping, mixed with blood, and dripped into the sink, and soon a pool of blood-red water stains accumulated inside.

There was a mess outside, and there were more and more crowds of onlookers, but these had nothing to do with 11, what he needed was to be able to restore his body as much as possible, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to walk.

After about four or five minutes, the voice of the frenzy said again: "Chu Yuan, the fat duck has arrived at the entrance of Tianxiang Lane, but the outside is so congested that his car can't get in." Do you want him to get out of the car and come in and pick you up?"

"No, I don't. 11 whispered in a hoarse voice. After a few minutes of rest, he barely recovered a little, but his voice still sounded hoarse and weak.

Frenzy asked uneasily, "Are you really okay?"

11 With an "um" sound, he stretched out his hand and turned on the faucet, and a stream of clear water gushed out in an instant. He picked up a handful of water and wiped it on his face and neck, but fortunately, the blood stuck to his body had not completely coagulated, and he could wash it away by rubbing it with water a few more times. The only trouble is that there are too many blood stains on his neck, and several places have crystallized, plus he doesn't have much body at this time, so it is more difficult to rub it.

Washing the blood off his face and body,11 he looked up in the mirror, where he was pale and bloodless, and looked so tired. In his current state, even an ordinary person could easily kill him. The negative effects of genes have become more and more obvious, as Dr. Maniac said, every genetic repair will cause a balance disruption, so after each injury, his body and energy consumption will become greater and greater. When this balance is completely upset one day, even the mad doctor will be powerless.

It seems that if you want to live longer, you have to get as few injuries as possible. 11 shook his head gently, it is really easy to talk about not getting hurt, every day is to fight and kill, not to be hurt is God, how can there be a reason not to get wet shoes when walking by the river. It's just that I don't know how long he has time left, I just hope that it will be a little longer, at least until he finishes avenging Chu Hailan, and then he can die with peace of mind. Until then, he has to hold on and survive no matter what.

Lowering his head and looking at the pool of blood-stained red water in the sink, 11 muttered, "Sister Lan......"

Taking a deep breath, 11 turned and left the bathroom and headed for the bedroom. At this moment, although his steps are still vague and weak, it is much better than just now when he even has to walk against the wall, at least now he looks like a normal person walking, but in the eyes of the master, he can still see his weak state at a glance.

Entering the bedroom and opening the closet, 11 casually took out a men's hooded jacket and put it on himself. The male owner of this family should be a little fatter and shorter than him, and his clothes don't fit well on his body, a little wide and a little short. But it's better than wearing your own blood-stained clothes, at least not too conspicuous, otherwise a person covered in blood will definitely be the center of attention.

Changing out of his blood-stained coat,11 he found a bag to wrap it up and hide it close to his body. The clothes are hidden in the belly, and it looks like there is a small belly bulging from the belly, and it feels much better than just now when I wear this wide dress.

After going to the mirror and checking it again, and making sure that he didn't show any flaws, 11 left the house and went down the stairs all the way downstairs.

At this moment, there were already a large number of onlookers standing on the third floor outside the building, pointing upstairs one by one. Fortunately, from time to time there are people running out and running in at the entrance of the building, and 11 mixed among these people is not too noticeable. However, he still noticed that there were many people outside who were taking pictures of their mobile phones and other objects in this direction, so he pulled up the hat attached to his coat to cover his head, and walked out with his face down and mixed in the crowd. Luckily, most of the attention was drawn to the raging fire on the floors above, and not many people noticed him. 11 Soon blended into the crowd, calmly squeezed out a way and left.

In the building behind him, half of the corner of the ninth floor collapsed, and many stones fell downstairs, but fortunately there were no pedestrians nearby at that time, so there were no casualties, only a few cars parked downstairs and nearby were smashed. The entire ninth and eighth floors were blazing with fires, and the fire had spread to the seventh floor. Clouds of black fog were blown into the sky, as if the "devil" was beckoning to people.