Mo Qian didn't know what had escaped, but he could sense the danger.

The security guard died not far away, and he knew that it couldn't be a good stubble.

The security guard died before he could even fire his gun, so it is safe to imagine that the attack of the containment must have been extremely swift.

Could it have spared the two people who were watching the play upstairs at the moment?

At the last moment, Mo Qian didn't have time to think about it, and instantly spun like a spinning top.

Swing your arms outstretched, squat slightly to maintain your center of gravity, and stretch out one leg to sweep along the rotation.

There is no way, Mo Qian has no other choice, he doesn't know what the other party is, he doesn't know what characteristics the other party has, and he doesn't even know if the other party is dead or alive.

Now the only way to do this is to strafe in all directions as much as possible.

He may be dead at the touch of it, but he can't do nothing.

"Fight!"

In the frenzied rotation of Mo Qian, the young man next to him was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank into the corner.

The two had kept a certain distance, after all, Mo Qian didn't dare to let the young man stick to him, and at this moment, he suddenly went crazy and rotated, and the young man thought that he was crazy, but he would not be swept away.

In his eyes, there was nothing around, and Mo Qian was simply beating blindly.

"It's over, we don't know what the hell it is......" the young man said with a sad face.

What's the use of pretending to be a spinning top, is it possible to kill the containment?

However, he also knew that there was no way to fight to the death, he was a D-class, and he knew very well that this kind of behavior was nothing more than a fight.

Faced with an unknown containment object, trying to find out what method can be dealt with when the characteristics of the target are not known is almost equivalent to death.

But someone has to die, someone has to explore the experience.

It's like the cactus, it doesn't look like anything now, and you can hold your breath and walk away with it.

But behind this experience is the sacrifice of many members and D-class personnel, no one has ever died, and no one can know that it can be contained in this way.

When you don't die, you will die, but there is still a glimmer of life when you die.

He has lived to the present, he has experienced many near-deaths, and there have been people around him who keep dying, and when he closed his eyes and gave up, he inexplicably touched the path and survived: when you can't see a certain containment, it can't see you.

So this D-class personnel, seeing Mo Qian spinning so frantically at this moment, he is not idle.

He simply kicked his feet indiscriminately and attacked the air.

Because his hands were handcuffed behind his back, he was not as balanced as Mo Qian, and he fell down after kicking twice, but he didn't stop, huddled by the wall and kicked like a convulsive kick.

Rubbing his back on the ground and mopping the floor frantically.

It's just that he still closes his eyes and holds his breath, using as many methods as he can at the same time, what if he hits a ghost?

So the two of them had a whirlwind little spinning top and a rolling Thomas, and the scene was quite funny.

But in order to survive, both of them did not hesitate to do so, Mo Qian was not a reserved person, let alone a D-class.

"Poof!"

As soon as Mo Qian turned around twice, he felt a sharp pain of tearing, and a muscle in his left chest was torn off.

Then it was as if a slap had hit something.

"Smack!"

Mo Qiao, who rotated like a top, suddenly caught a glimpse of a terrifying face, it was not a human face, no human facial features, only three rusty fan blades were whirring and whirring on the face.

It's like a hollow head stuffed with an electric fan, and because the contour of the face is not round, but oval, the fan blades are still scraping the flesh on both sides of the cheeks when they turn.

And his hand was on the face of the broken electric fan.

It was only a brief glimpse, and the face disappeared in an instant.

Along with it, there was also a piece of Mo's pectoral muscle, as well as some blood.

Mo Qian, who was not sure of safety, turned around twice more before finally stopping in unbearable pain, his chest dripping with blood staining his shirt red.

"Uhhhhh......h

I was too nervous before, and it didn't hurt so much when I first tore it off, but now when I stop and feel it, it hurts even more.

He lay on the ground with his hands propped up, blood dripping and shivering in pain.

Mo Qian's thoughts moved slightly, and he saw that the dripping blood had just disappeared from his body, and then his expression was relieved and his heart was relieved.

He knew that that thing just now had been slapped by him to another universe.

Seeing the security guard die in front of him, he still had his hands on his hand to find death, and he spun like a spinning top, hoping to knock the containment object away when it attacked it.

It's not safe to fly to the moon or to the sun, because it's a process, a very slow, long process.

So his goal is directly the 'alternate planet'.

The so-called alternate planet is a place where there is no living thing, and the eye is a sea of magma and fire.

In particular, there are ten suns in the sky, which excludes all the star systems currently observed by earthlings. So far, humans have not discovered a multi-body galaxy with ten stars.

What's more, Mo Qian determined that if he shot an arrow there, the arrow would disappear.

In other words, it is not in the world where Mo Qian is at all, and there is no such place in the entire universe.

This is an unlucky universe that he finally determined after he lived on Moe Island, slowly experimenting.

It is difficult for him to choose a place with signs of life, otherwise it is equivalent to throwing the containment that plagues this place into other universes and harming others......

All he could do was to choose a barren place.

The electric fan head has been slapped by Mo Qian at this moment to the unlucky egg universe, and in order to verify, the electric fan head is targeted again, so that the dripping blood disappears.

It's definitely not in this world, it's a containment object for this world.

"But it's too dangerous, but fortunately it didn't kill me in seconds......" Mo was extremely glad for the rest of his life.

Although the pectorals were torn off, it was better than losing your life.

It was dangerous and dangerous just now, first of all, he didn't know where the other party was hiding, if he hesitated a little and didn't decisively smash into the air, he was afraid that he would die before he had time to do anything.

The second is that he can touch the containment, and if he can't touch it, or can't touch it, then his actions are meaningless.

In the end, he didn't die...... In fact, when choosing to rotate, Mo Qian's heart was quite nervous, if he really hit, would he die? Will he be killed even if he was sent away? In all probability, his life would probably be replaced.

So although it hurts now, the result is already a good result that Mo Qian is completely willing to accept, and he is still very surprised.

But even so, Mo Qian still has a layer of worry, that is, the moment he was injured would not have any effect on him, right?

The milder effect is just that, such as a deep diver, then the ink poor can still accept it, but if it is like sleeping until old age, it will be miserable.

But he didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, the situation seemed to be very bad, the security guards here were all dead, so how bad the situation must be underneath?

And now, he is still wounded, and his chest hurts to death.

"How are you? What is attacking you?" the young man couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard Mo Qian cry out in pain for a long time.

Because I can call it for so long, it means that I haven't died yet.

When he saw Mo Qiao's tragic injury, he knew that he was attacked by the containment, but Mo Qian was lying there trembling, and the secret containment did not kill him for a long time.

"One...... Electric Fan Head...... It scratched me, I slapped it, and then I didn't know it, it seemed to run away,......" Mo Qian said.

The young man was shocked and said, "Is this method really useful?, our lives are too big!"

Since Mo Qian was attacked, and now that he is fine, just look at the dead security guards, there is no reason to stop, it must have inadvertently triggered some kind of condition.

"Haven't you heard of the electric fan head...... But if it's such a containment, maybe it's a switch on its face, and you just slapped it on the switch to make it invisible or invisible?" the young man guessed.

"What kind of logic is this?" Mo glanced at him in surprise, with an electric fan head, could there be a switch on his face?

"This is the survival logic of D-class personnel, observing details, breaking conventions, breaking through inertial thinking, fighting for a wave of survival with life, sometimes some seemingly simple small actions can suppress containment, I am talking from experience!" said the young man with a look of me as an old driver.

Mo was noncommittal, he was now leaning against the wall, just wanting to stop the bleeding quickly.

The young man didn't say much, hurriedly got up from the ground, leaned over and bent down, and said, "Take me, I'll take you to the infirmary!"

Mo Qian was no longer pretentious, stood up with his neck on his shoulder, staggered downstairs, and was led by the so-called old driver of the D-class personnel to the infirmary on the fifth floor.

Of course, Mo Qian knew that he had shot the fan head into the unlucky universe.

But he didn't know that at this moment, his hands were cuffed behind his back, supporting Mo Qian with his shoulders, his legs were not idle, and he suddenly kicked the air twice after taking two steps.

Sometimes he kicked forward, sometimes he kicked back, sometimes he threw himself to the side twice.

Jumping on one leg, he took Mo Qian to the infirmary, causing the two of them to almost fall down several times.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say I hit the switch?" said Mo Qian.

"Ahh Anything is possible, I haven't seen this containment before, maybe it's just a temporary retreat, maybe it will reappear at some point. The young man looked serious.

Despite his comical movements, he was still very serious about the pre-judgment measures that he was not sure if they were useful.

Mo Qian couldn't laugh or cry, he knew that this person was taking the action just now as a valid act, thinking that if the containment object appeared again, it would be better to predict that it might be useful to kick it than to do nothing.

This is the attitude of the D-class personnel, and there may be any way to use it, treat it as if it were valuable knowledge, and then do it very seriously.

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