Walking alone in the darkness, it seems that the footsteps of the man who melts into the darkness are so slight.

Was he afraid to wake up something?

Or is it just getting used to it?

Like the darkness to which everyone is accustomed before coming into this world, the seemingly bright life course is not enough for a moment compared to the darkness of the beginning and the end.

So, embrace the darkness.

"Click......"

Lin Ming lit the flashlight in his hand, and the white beam of light illuminated a fan-shaped area in front of him, only to see that there were scattered papers all over the ground, which seemed to be the stack of materials that Alice had turned out earlier.

"No. 00168, Ben McCain, male, 34 years old, failed to rehabilitate. ”

Picked up a piece of paper casually, the black-and-white photo was very appropriate, and Lin Ming only read the first line and discarded it.

"No. 01692, unnamed survivor, female, bone age 26, failed to be transformed. ”

"No. 02584...... Failed ......"

Numbered ......

"Failed ......"

Scattered all over the place, the names of the losers, Lin Ming shook off the last list in his hand marked 'Failure', at this time he suddenly wished that he had the perception that belonged to Mo Ye, so that he could have come to this conclusion five minutes ago.

With the power supply to the base on the lower level cut off and no researchers left behind, Lin Ming had to find what he needed through primitive methods such as guò.

He needs information about successful products, and to be precise, scientific information on how to control 'tyrants'.

Being able to research the 'lock' that can hinder Lin Ming's mental power without a book on mental power, Isaacs is really a genius, but it's a pity that he has taken the wrong path, if he continues on the road of making 'locks', maybe it won't take a few years for him to be able to research a weapon to create mental power. At that time, I am afraid that the umbrella company itself can end the end of the world.

There's no way, just look at the few 'team battles' that Mo Ye fought before, the bullets can't be hit at all, and the special sniper bullets are ......

In fact, the cost of that thing was high, and even when Mo Xie counted the seized loot later, he only found less than ten shots.

"Tsk...... These things are useless. ”

Lin Ming rubbed out a fireball and burned the materials directly, snapped his hands, and continued to search for other floors. No matter how you say that, you have to get your hands on it, and Lin Ming, who can't directly exchange the power of huàn from the Holy Scriptures, needs to strengthen himself in other ways, otherwise Mo Xian, who has received a new wave of reinforcements at the end of this mission world, will not be able to suppress him.

Although Lin Ming was not afraid that Mo Xie would erase him, because that would be no different from Mo Xie committing suicide, it was just that he really didn't want to be trapped in his black spiritual world anymore.

The outside world is full of novelties, how can people who have seen this qiē give up lightly?

The flames burned behind him, and the amount of oxygen was consumed meaninglessly, and Lin Ming, who had made this qiē, turned a blind eye to it, as if he didn't care if there would be oxygen to sustain his normal life tomorrow or later.

Perhaps, he has already made a bamboo in his mind.

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"Bones!"

Alice cautiously rolled over and stepped over an umbrella company icon on the ground, although her body was still a little stiff due to the injury, it no longer affected her to make some small movements.

White, mimicking the décor of the Raccoon City Hospital, reality overlaps with Alice's distant memories, except that she knows that this is not a Raccoon City hospital, but an underground building of the Umbrella Branch. A testing ground for bloody real yàn.

Thanks to the clones of Alice who died here, their deaths were all in Alice's unconscious dreams, and Alice, who thought that this qiē dream was just an illusion, finally believed that her dreams were real when she tried to push a push bed through a corner.

A sharp blade rising from the ground severed the steel bed, and if it were Alice's "face probing the grass", she would have been a corpse.

Then she encountered a flamethrower, a shooting hole, and she barely remembered what she had encountered before jumping over the pit.

"Where are we going next......?"

Facing the fork in the road, Alice struggled to recall the intermittent dreams, because each of her clones died in different places, and the timing of those dreams was also blurred, even with so many clones dead, Alice still couldn't sketch the whole picture of this testing ground.

"Damn...... If that man were here, he wouldn't have to be tied up like this......"

Alice felt her adrenaline secreting rapidly, and the rate of her heartbeat made her ears full of "contempt> along the way, she could basically be said to have been half-guessed here, her memories were too messy, and her dreams were too vague, she didn't know that the path was the one that led to the countless clones that were sleeping with her.

"To the left. ”

Twilight, when Alice's heartbeat reached a certain point, a voice appeared in her head.

"...... Left"

Opening her eyes, which had been closed to gather her mind, Alice took a step to the left.

Safe, no sharp blades popping out of the ground or bullets fired from inexplicable spots, the left is safe.

"Whose voice is this?!"

It was only after this step that Alice questioned the voice that had just pointed her path, but her question was not answered, and the voice that had appeared in her head was only a flash in the pan, and soon fell silent again.

Alice, who thought that she had little time, quickly gave up on searching for the source of the sound, and she cautiously walked along the fork in the road on the left.

The entrance to the stairs is twenty meters ahead, but hopefully it's not a trap.

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The light of the flashlight was already a little dim, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but the area it could illuminate began to shrink.

Lin Ming had already given up meditation tonight, and for the first time, when he occupied this body, he experienced the feeling of "blue medicine" sliding through his throat.

In fact, even an ordinary one-night automatic recovery time was enough for his mental strength to recover to the peak - of course, the peak here is the situation when half of the Holy Book is suppressed.

The Holy Scripture suppresses the upper limit of strength rather than recovery, which is still a conscience.

It's just that the "Holy Scripture", which suppressed Lin Ming's strength in this way, couldn't give Lin Ming the slightest benefit and authority, and the only person who could exchange things from the "Holy Scripture" was Mo Xie.

"Oh...... What a delicate thing......"

Lin Ming went down from the top floor, he had already climbed three floors, and at the same time set three fires, until he reached this floor, he saw a 'thing' of some value.

"Gggsgs" ......

It was a zombie tied to an iron frame, and at this time, it smelled the smell of living people and was struggling to tear the iron frame continuously.

This guy wasn't exposed to the outside world in the first place, otherwise Alice would have done it when she went upstairs to collect food, in fact it was kept in an iron cabinet all the time, oh, it looks like the freezer with the 'creeper' frozen in "Resident Evil 1".

"Ding Ling is ......"

As Lin Ming threw the beam of the flashlight on its face, the zombie moved its face very humanely, as if it was afraid of the bright light.

Its eyes are black, different from the gray of ordinary zombies that seem to be blind.

"Number 10963, name unknown, transformation successful. ”

A label is attached to the outer shell of the iron cabinet that was previously dismantled by Linming.

There is no name, even the gender is discarded, and it is clear that it is a zombie captured by the Umbrella Company from the outside world rather than a human 'volunteer'.

Its mouth was sealed, and to Linming's surprise, it was a mouth ball that was used to plug its mouth?

"...... "Even Lin Ming, who has no emotion, knows what 'mouth ball' is, isn't it because the habits of these real people are so special?

Thinking like this, Lin Ming intentionally or unintentionally threw the beam of the flashlight at the lower body of the 'mouth ball' brother......

"It's ......"

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