Listening to the man's grim words, you couldn't help but shudder. At this moment, the man's left hand, which had been held upside down, was taken out from behind him.

A textured black tightsuit, faintly like a wetsuit, was held in the man's hand at this time.

Casually throwing the dress on the ground, the man snapped his fingers coldly. And at this moment, the existence that had been restraining your limbs clicked, and you actually fell out of bed.

Maybe he was looking at your jokes, but the man didn't give you the slightest warning, just quietly watching you fall to the ground.

"I don't care what you used to call you, from now on, you are 'crutch'! Remember the name that belongs to you, and it will stay with you for the rest of your life. As he spoke, the man didn't pay any attention to you at all, and walked directly around your body and towards the position behind you.

There is a buzz, and the sound that seems to you to be like a mechanical door opening reappears.

Subconsciously raised your eyes, and through the reflection of the mirror-like metal wall, you faintly saw that in the direction you were facing back, the wall actually opened a door with a science fiction color.

At this moment, in the reflection of the mirror, you notice that the man just now has paused and turned back to look at you.

Perhaps with a slight pause, you instinctively twist your cheeks to look directly at the man behind you.

Seeing your gaze, the man seemed to have forgotten what to explain, and lazily patted the dark mask on his face: "Hurry up and get dressed and come out, and take you to your first mission." ”

"That's right! You can call me 'Hole Two'. Pointing to a very small '02' number in the middle of the mask he was wearing on his face, the man didn't stop and walked out of the room first.

After a slight pause, you eased up a little, and your eyes couldn't help but look at the set of clothes on the ground. Only then do you notice that there is a mask in the middle of the garment that is exactly the same as that worn by the man just now. The only slight difference is that the mask in front of you is marked with a tiny '771' number.

After hesitating for a moment again, thinking of the situation you are in now, you have to helplessly pick up the dress and the mask. Just when you are about to put on this outfit, you can't help but remember what you still have on your mouth.

Subconsciously tore it, and you couldn't help but make a burst of cold air in pain.

I couldn't help but take a few steps towards the almost mirror-like metal wall, and through the faint reflection, you realized that what was on your mouth was actually a piece of dog skin plaster.

I complained in my heart hatefully, and endured the pain of tearing, and you carefully tore off the 'dog skin plaster' on your mouth.

Through the reflection of the wall, looking at your lips that were faintly red from being glued, you couldn't help but feel a little depressed in your heart.

Shaking his head helplessly, he temporarily suppressed the complaint in his heart, looked at the black tights in his hand, and the mask that was also dark and incomparable, and you groped and began to put it on yourself.

At first glance, the black tights that look much smaller are quite stretchy to wear, and although you have a bare ass, the clothes are extraordinarily close and comfortable when put on you.

With a slight sigh, you glanced at the mask in your hand, and you couldn't help but wonder how this mask without any rope should be worn on your face.

But when you try to put that mask on your own face, it's as if you're sucked in, and the mask is firmly attached to your face.

Maybe it's a sudden sense of discomfort, and you subconsciously want to pull the mask off your face. But no matter how hard you try, the mask will firmly 'grasp' your face. Even because of the reason why you are pulling hard, your face is faintly painful.

After a brief moment of panic, your emotions gradually calm down. Through the mirror-like metal wall, you look at yourself, and you feel a lot more pleasing to the eye!

At least, when you can't see a face that isn't your own, you can't help but feel a little more comfortable in your heart.

Shaking your head helplessly, you hesitantly glanced at the door that was still open, you thought about it, gritted your teeth secretly, and walked out of the room.

Compared to the incandescent light in the room just now, the outside is not much better at this time.

And at this time, because you have already walked out of the room, looking at the brightly lit but rather long corridor around you, you can't help but feel an almost subconscious emptiness in your heart, and there is no landing.

Since there is only one exit to the passage, you are now only a closed wall on the right side. You hesitate for a moment, glance towards the end of the passage on the left, and finally walk reluctantly.

Before, you thought it was just an ordinary, but too long passage. But before you took two steps, there was a whole wall next to you, but a very sci-fi, very futuristic mechanical room door appeared coldly.

The moment the door opened, a figure slammed out.

He was also dressed in a black tightsuit, and his face was also clasped with a dark black mask. It's just that unlike you, the number on the man's mask is '11'.

Glancing at the figure that was obviously a woman, you couldn't help but froze.

Presumably, the 11 has realized your 'newcomer' status, and has paused slightly and looked at you.

Seemingly in a hurry to get to the end of the hallway, 11 just looked at you for a moment and was ready to leave.

At this time, you, who had eased down a little, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but grab 11's arm: "Beauty, beauty, what kind of place is this?" ”

The words asked, and before the 11 could respond, you yourself were startled. Originally, you thought that this body was not your original body, and even if the voice changed faintly, it would not make a big difference. But suddenly, you hear the hoarse, dry, dead ghost-like tone of 'yourself', and you can't help but tremble when you grasp the palm of 11.

Grabbed by your arm coldly, 11 couldn't help but look back at you. Because the eyes of the mask also have a layer of glass, which is chaotic, and you can't see the eyes behind the mask.

Perhaps sensing your surprise, the 11 gently broke free of your grip on her arm and continued to walk towards the end of the passage, uttering an equally hoarse and dry tone: "The mask has its own voice-changing system, so there's nothing to make a fuss about." If you do this when you go on a mission, be careful that you can't save your own life. Don't care where this is. Here, there is only one thing to do! That is to keep alive, to keep alive! And also! I'm not called a beauty, I'm called a woman. ”

Listening to the words that faintly come to your ears, at this moment, you can't even complain.

Shenma is called insisting on living? Still insisting on living forever?

Is it hard? (To be continued.) )