Zhao Xiao's brain seemed to have been hit hard, and the scene of the two suddenly became dizzy, and the gradually accelerating heartbeat also made him sit on the ground.

Permanent containment, which means that he will not be able to get out of this cage for the rest of his life, Zhao Jing seems to have disappeared at present, and it is even more difficult to escape.

"I hope you can spend your unforgettable life in the shelter, Mr. Zhao Xiao." Wang Dean looked at Zhao Xiao's dull eyes and said.

"No, you must be mistaken! I'm not a hypocrite, I'm human! "Zhao Xiao is still struggling.

"Rubidin's justice is beyond question." Liu Kaidi interjected on the side.

"Rubidin's detection of counterfeit is very strict, and there will be no omissions." Hu Sheng stood up as he spoke, slowly walked to the glass wall, put his hand lightly on the glass wall, and said in a low voice: "Since we believe that you are a hypocrisy, you must be a hypocrisy." With his back to Wang De'an and the others, the expression on Hu Sheng's face was not as fierce as before, but a strong sense of schadenfreude was difficult to hide, and he looked at Zhao Xiao like a tourist visiting captive animals in a zoo.

"I wish you an unforgettable life, Mr. Zhao Xiao." A smile appeared on Hu Sheng's face, and then he gently patted the glass wall, signaling that he could send him away.

"Hey! Feed! You are judging unilaterally! I don't ...... at all" Zhao Xiao stood up abruptly and smashed his fists against the glass wall, but the tracks under the cell slowly activated, and the figures of the three slowly disappeared from Zhao Xiao's sight.

"I don't know..... Zhao Xiao knelt on the ground weakly, a gray wall covered the glass wall, the cell was transported back, and Zhao Xiao sat on the ground and watched the scene of the shelter appear in front of him again.

Would you have thought that last month he participated in the anti-riot war as a Rubidium Spirit, but now he is being contained here as a hypocrite?

"Hehe, it's really a twist and turn."

General Directorate of Rubidium

"What?! Zhao Xiao was contained as a pseudo-puppet? Yuan Cheng, who was in the training room, was furious when he heard the news.

Li Bao stood in front of him with a little anxiety.

"Hu Sheng obviously told me that Zhao Xiao was being treated in the intensive care unit, why did he lie to Lao Tzu?" Yuan Cheng gritted his teeth and said indignantly, "Lao Tzu went and asked him." Speaking of this, Yuan Cheng pushed open the iron door of the training room and walked towards Hu Sheng's office.

"Hu Sheng!" Yuan Cheng pushed open the wooden door of Hu Sheng's office and yelled, the wooden door was smashed against the wall and turned back, and Yuan Cheng slammed his fist against the wooden door again.

At this time, Hu Sheng, who was wearing glasses to organize his official business, was startled by the sudden loud noise.

"You come to me, don't do this wooden door." Hu Sheng pushed his glasses and said, "Come, sit down." ”

Yuan Cheng walked quickly to Hu Sheng's desk, the desk was slapped by him and trembled slightly, Yuan Cheng wanted to sweep away the documents in front of Hu Sheng's eyes, but reason stopped him from doing so.

"Why do you say that Zhao Xiao is a hypocrite? Is it because he pushed Du Ban down? If he hadn't done that at that time, all of us present would have to bury Du Ban! Yuan Cheng's voice trembled with rage.

Hu Sheng's pen paused in the air, and then he raised his head slightly to look up at Yuan Cheng's somewhat flushed face.

"It's not that I said that Zhao Xiao is a hypocrisy, he is a hypocrite, although I am a super-grade Rubidium Spirit, there are still many existences above me that contain me." As he was talking, Hu Sheng took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer below and threw it in front of Yuan Cheng, "Take a look, the genetic test report made by the General Administration for him." ”

Yuan Cheng was slightly stunned, picked up the report and read it carefully.

Zhao Xiao, an S-level pseudo-puppet, codenamed Gemini Emperor, has a W-type gene unique to the pseudo-Lu, so the General Administration judged it to be a pseudo-...... Every line and paragraph on the report was beating Yuan Cheng's heart hard.

"It's fake...."Yuan Cheng muttered weakly, his previous momentum swept away.

"The seal of the top of the General Administration." Hu Sheng lowered his head and reviewed the document and said.

The bright red seal under the report broke through the last trace of doubt in Yuan Cheng's heart, and the black and white words clearly verified that Zhao Xiao was a hypocrisy, fighting side by side for so long, but he didn't expect that the most trusted teammate was the enemy, the report in Yuan Cheng's hand slowly took off his hand, and finally floated in the air and slowly landed.

"Anything else you'd like to say?" Hu Sheng still lowered his head and said.

"No, sorry to bother you, Hute-class Rubidin." Yuan Cheng bowed deeply, then turned around and left, not forgetting to gently close the wooden door before leaving.

After Yuan Cheng left, Hu Sheng took off the pen in his hand, looked at the wooden door and sat for a while, and then took out a photo of him and the Du Ban team from another drawer.

Hu Sheng's fingers rubbed lightly on Du Ban's face, "Du Ban, I didn't push you to the position of a super-grade Rubidium Spirit, but I will definitely help you avenge your revenge." Hu Sheng's voice was as small as a heartbeat.

"Over there, you four remember to take care of yourselves."

District 4 Hospital

Jiao Zhi was rescued for four days in a row, and is now out of a near-death state, but he is still unconscious, Mu Mu and Wen Zihua take turns to stay by Jiao Zhi's side and take care of him.

Jiao Zhi's condition is not optimistic, the respiratory tract and nasal cavity are glued together due to the inhalation of a large amount of lava, and he can only barely maintain it by a ventilator at present, with extensive burns on his face, red and black flesh intertwined, his upper and lower lips are also curled up due to burns, and his two rows of charred teeth are exposed.

"Sister Mu Mu, Brother Jiao Zhi's condition has improved, you can go back and rest." Wen Zihua walked into the ward with a bag of fruit.

At this time, Mu Mu stared at the dark circles and sat in front of the hospital bed, her hair had been covered with a layer of shiny oil because she had not been combed for a long time, her lips were slightly gray, and she had not slept for two days.

"Is there any news of Zhao Xiao?" Mu Mu's voice seemed to be speaking with the last of his strength.

"No, the upper echelons seem to have been avoiding it, and I asked many people but couldn't say clearly." Wen Zihua sat opposite Mu Mu, took out a salivating apple from the bag and handed it to Mu Mu.

Mu Mu took the apple, looked at the apple in his hand with dull eyes, although he hadn't eaten or drunk much in the past few days, but looking at the red apple in his hand, Mu Mu didn't have a trace of appetite, and finally put the apple on the table next to him.

"Sister Mu Mu, go back and rest, I'm here to guard." Wen Zihua looked at Mu Mu's appearance, for fear that Mu Mu would fall from the stool in the next second.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me....." Mu Mu leaned on the table next to him and looked at Jiao Zhi, who was still unconscious.

In the dead room, the heartbeat meter was beating rhythmically.

At the intersection of the new city and Thunder Street, on an empty and clean lawn, a couple is holding a wedding here, under the arch made of swan feathers, the well-dressed wanton is saying a congratulatory message with a happy face, and the guests and relatives in the audience are looking at the groom coming from a distance with a smile on their faces, only to see Sina wearing a black suit, and the red roses on his chest are shining a little in the warm sunlight because of the sprinkling of gold dust.

The groom slowly walked to the stage amid applause, and in the distance, the veiled bride was already ready, if it weren't for the process, she would have rushed to the groom's arms with her long dress.

Soon, under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, the groom half-knelt on the ground, and put the diamond ring on the bride's hand in the applause and cheers, and then relatives and friends held colored paper vessels to spray their blessings with colorful colored paper to the couple in front of them.

While the wedding was in full swing, a group of people dressed in rags came to the old town, with different masks on their faces, the leader with a dark green mask, but better dressed than the people next to them, and a black mandala on his chest in a straight suit.

The people who were holding the wedding were frightened by this group of uninvited guests, and they stopped their activities and looked at the group of people walking towards them blankly, and the originally lively wedding atmosphere instantly dropped to the freezing point.

"Did I bother you?" The green-masked man led by him walked on the red carpet with his hands in his pocket and walked onto the stage in front of everyone's eyes.

The green masked man stood in front of the bride, and a green vine with dark red thorns suddenly grew under his feet, only to see the vine man intertwined and overlapped layer by layer, and finally grew to the same height as the green masked man's palm, and the last white chrysanthemum suddenly bloomed on it.

"Happy newlywed, Beautiful lady." The masked man took off the chrysanthemum and handed it to the bride, who was frightened by his outfit and wanted to reach out to pick it up, but she didn't dare.

"You ..... What are you doing here? The groom asked with a slight trembling as he stretched out his hand to pull the bride behind him.

The masked man saw that they didn't take the chrysanthemum, so the chrysanthemum gently fell off his hand, and then the masked man stomped the chrysanthemum to the ground.

"Congratulations on the wedding." The masked man clapped his hands slowly.

As if they had received an order, the masked people in the audience laughed maniacally, some with slender tails growing behind them, and some of their arms turned into giant pincers, and then rushed madly towards the guests in the audience, the scene was like sharks rushing towards fish. A one-sided massacre!

The man with the green mask is the Prophet's subordinate, and he is a pseudo-green!

The wedding scene was now noisy again, but this time it was different, they were running for their lives, some of them fell to the ground in confusion, and then an iron blue tentacle rolled up his calf, and then dragged him quickly towards the tentacle's owner, and then he was thrown into the tentacle's owner's mouth, and finally turned into a gushing blood mist from between his teeth.

"What are you doing? What do you do? The groom grabbed the champagne bottle next to him and smashed it on Midori's head, and the wine splashed everywhere with glass slag, and a faint aroma of alcohol instantly diffused.

Midori lowered his head and patted the suit on his body, and said with some pity: "Yo, this is my best dress, but you don't cherish it so much." ”

"What?" The groom shouted with trembling hands, "Don't you want to touch her!" Unless you step over my corpse! ”

"It's corny." Before he could finish speaking, a dark green thorn suddenly protruded from the ground, and finally pierced straight into the heart of the groom, and finally a piece of blood pierced his chest.