People can have many facets, like the AB side of a tape.

End on side A, connect side B, or switch at any time.

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After bathing in the blood of four people in the laser channel, to some extent, Mo Ye's master personality fell into a deep sleep.

To explain, the Mo Ye who has a moral bottom line and does not fight back even if he is slapped in the face by a woman is no longer there after the laser channel incident.

His personality fell into a state of confusion, and he could only vaguely feel what he was doing.

The blood on his face was slimy, slowly condensing in the air into a bloody scab, and finally peeling off. Mo Xie indifferently did not wipe it.

At this time, he has temporarily lost his emotion, and it is in this state that he can find the existence of the "plug-in".

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"Boom!!"

The entire hive faltered, and even Mo Ye, who had been prepared, only had time to pounce on Alice - it was part of his plan.

"What's the situation?!" Alice let out a low sigh, and was immediately pressed against the wall by Mo Xie.

"Hold on!" Mo Ye's voice was hoarse, as if there was not the slightest moisture in his throat.

He hooked the barbed wire fence on the side door with his cane, which he had bent at the end, and in the chaos he quietly stuffed something into the leather coat that belonged to him.

Oh, to be clear, it's just a piece of paper.

However, that is the greatest reliance on Mo Xie to fill the pit.

"Oh, shit!"

"God!"

"Ahh

The door of the elevator opened on time, and the things behind the door were also displayed in front of the door for the first time.

"Roar~" A large wave of zombies, oh no, dead zombies attacked the unsuspecting Kaplan.

"Ahh

But he can't be blamed, at this time, no one knows the specific situation of the zombies except for the red queen.

In the blink of an eye, Kaplan was dragged into the elevator.

The earthquake stopped just right, as if all it had just done was to take Kaplan's young life, though it was.

"Oh!no!" Wren howled miserably at the thought of his companion being dragged in by those disgusting creatures, feared that he had already been dismembered. This time she didn't lower her voice, anyway, the commotion just now was loud enough, and she didn't care if she added some more material.

"Boom!"

A powerful explosion was heard from the closed elevator, apparently as Kaplan had chosen a more honorable last-minute death.

Anyway, I can't find the whole corpse, so I can't cheapen this group of disgusting things.

For the next plan, Mo Xie Fang clung to his crutches so tightly that the tiger's mouth was torn, and his muscles were so sore that he didn't have a trace of strength. However, under his actions, Alice was the least injured person in the commotion just now.

Alice looked at Mo Ye gratefully, as if she was about to say something. Mo Xie knew that what she wanted to say was definitely not something unnutritious like "thank you", and the current scene was not the time to say thank you.

The way out has been destroyed, and it is too late to return to the position of the Red Queen, so now there is only one way to go......

Alice's memories had slowly recovered, including memories of the way out in front of her.

"Come with me!" Alice dropped the sentence, and then helped Mo Ye to spin in the labyrinth of the hive, "I remembered a way!"

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The plot of "Resident Evil 1" has generally not changed, the damned people are dead, but Wren was not bitten, which makes Alice not think about the T-virus vaccine for the time being.

I have to speed up the plot......

Mo Xie, or the dark side of Mo Ye, Mo Ye who has lost his morality and emotion, muttered in his heart.

He only needs to control the list of people who will last to reach the top of the hive, Alice, Matt, and Wren, and only after these three go out will his "bag" be considered complete.

The top bag is to face the things that the person who is being topped is unwilling to face, and with his current ability (semi-disabled), he can only do it to this extent.

According to his next script, he must be bitten by a zombie before he meets the creeper, and then force Alice to think about the vaccine.

Now Mo Ye is almost in a state of absolute sanity, and even his own life and death have been ignored by him.

Vaguely, he understood the meaning of "top bag":

Complete events that are supposed to occur in "History", or if the power allows, you can bargain with "History".

Mo Ye doesn't have the power to bargain with this world now, so he can only choose to go along with it and let the plot develop normally.

I am not a wicked person, but the world is evil.

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The team's marching speed was slowed down by the zombie harassment from time to time, and Alice, as the main combat force, let go of Mo Ye, so he fell to the back of the line again.

Mo Xie knew that it was only a matter of time before he was attrition at this pace.

"Are you alright?"

Just as Mo Xie was pondering his plan, Alice, who had been exploring the way ahead, approached him and asked softly.

Her face was full of concern, as if Mo Xie was the most important person to her—in fact, in a sense.

"To what extent has the memory been restored?" Mo Ye gasped, he had a broken leg, and it would take more than twice as much physical strength for him to keep up with the team, and every step was accompanied by a sharp pain in the broken leg bone.

His sweat washed away the blood from his face, and his face was bruised, and only his tone could express the same concern as Alice's tone.

That's right, Mo Xie mimicked Alice's tone, which is his dark side's forte.

"Oh, I remembered some snippets about you. Alice was vague, not thinking of something that could be talked about in this scenario, "What about you?"

"I think of a lot. "Mo Ye is very calm, he doesn't even play a draft when he lies.

Alice was about to continue saying something, but something seemed to be going on in front of her, and she ran over quickly, only having time to take a deep look at Mo Ye before leaving.

Mo Xie expressed any pressure on Mo Xie in this regard, after all, he was just a stand-in for the master personality who came out after falling into a deep sleep, or he took the bag of Mo Ye's master personality.

"This year, let's save ourselves......

Helpless.

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"Interesting little guy, born with a dual personality at a critical juncture, took the initiative to use his demons to get through the difficulties. The most valuable thing is that there is no cultivation on him at all, old guy, you can be regarded as a treasure!"

A heavy sigh came from the dark corner, and the figure in the shadows still refused to show his face, making people wonder what he looked like.

"And it is a very dangerous step to appear so early and take the initiative to give up the control of the body. I'm afraid there will be a lot of hidden dangers......" he continued, as if commenting on the seniors of the younger generations.

And the old beggar on the side is still the same, but I don't know when a book appeared in his hand, and from the cover, it is the word "script", but I don't know what the script is.

He held a book in one hand and a pen in the other, sketching and drawing, as if he was reviewing an exam paper.

"Oh, oh. The old beggar replied, but it sounded completely insincere.

He didn't even raise his head, with a look of "you go on, I can't take care of it".

"Cut, less loaded. The existence in the shadows knows the old beggar very well, "You will not let him be buried like this." ”

"If you don't care, I'm going to make a move, the dark side of this kid has a lot of appetite for me. The mortal body is the one who actively explodes into demons. Tsk, it's a good material for cultivating demons......"

The being in the shadows smirked, but halfway through his laughter he was muted.

The pen in the old beggar's hand paused for a moment, and it was such a pause that curbed the laughter of the presence in the shadows, and even the shadows themselves were compressed in some volume.

The Tao is all over the sky!

"Even if I didn't say it......" Half a salary, he spit out this soft sentence.

The space here is quiet again, except for the sound of the old beggar's pen scratching on the book called "Script".

It's really weird and indescribable.