This kind of slow excesses is precisely because it is weird, so it exerts unparalleled pressure on Lu Shaozhen's mind, this atmosphere is no more than a sudden thriller with a sudden heartbeat, this is a kind of suffocation, penetrating into the soul, from the inside out, making people feel the despair shrouded in death in extreme sinking.

Lu Shaozhen opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound, his tongue trembled uncontrollably, and there was a strange dead silence in the silence, and in the long enough time for his mind to clearly recognize the situation he was experiencing, all the fear had turned into hoarse retreat.

Sweat rains down...... I wanted to speak, but a trace of cool air passed through my throat......

At this time, a drop of sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, and the beads of sweat quickly melted into it like eye drops, and then everything in the world seemed to be stirring up by bluestone to ripple the surface of the lake in a circle. Lu Shaozhen didn't feel any pain from sweat stimulating his eyes, his nerves suddenly relaxed like a tense string, and the collapse was incomparably close, making him lonely and shrink into a ball, his hands crossed his shoulders, and he swallowed deeply and buried his head deep between his arms.

How do you describe your "optical illusion"? It's nothing more than four words, "extreme disgust". This kind of emotion is not only a rebellion and questioning of ideology, but also a more sober realization of one's own unbearability and ugliness in the midst of humility.

What could be more festering to fall into a cycle of incessant questioning of oneself?

Lu Shaozhen tried to define what he had just seen as an "illusion", he didn't know if this understanding was pertinent, but at least at the moment, such thoughts would give him the motivation to get out of the quagmire. The swamp of thought is deadly, and because of the sheer secrecy of its existence, it is worthy of any fear.

WhewW...... Lu Shaozhen's ears heard his own heavy panting, and he couldn't tell whether it was his hallucination or his own panting was really so loud.

He didn't know if such a scene had any revelatory significance, but at least to the extent that he could perceive it, every link and even every subtle element of this "cataclysm game" reminded him of the preciousness of life.

The splendor of life often blooms in the midst of pain, and the truth is revealed when evil comes.

He took a deep breath, and as he looked around again, his gaze returned to normal, and the painting became normal. It was a very ordinary portrait of a person, with a high nose and deep eye sockets, a thick chestnut-colored curly hair standing unruly on his head, and a bright brilliance reflected in the pale blue pupils, a bit of Napoleon's demeanor.

Immediately afterward, his gaze roamed back and forth in the room, and at this time, as his gaze returned to his normal state, he could easily distinguish the facilities in the room, thus effectively avoiding the strong nausea caused by the visual impact just now. I saw that this room presents an antique tan tone, the floor is covered with a soft crimson carpet, and the retro facilities and decoration make this room style quite ancient and quiet.

This room is simply furnished, elegant and quiet, it seems to be a study, but there are not a few books on the shelves, even the books that exist are placed at will, and some of them are not even closed upside down on the bookshelf, which looks quite messy.

Lu Shaozhen settled down, his eyes kept wandering around, after all, for a strange environment, only if he had a spectrum in his heart would he not run away, and the irreversible mission and the bottom line of his personality on his shoulders became a strong backing in his heart.

He slowly stood up on the table, he fell in through the ventilation duct, because the carpet was soft, it could play a cushioning role, otherwise Lu Shaozhen didn't suspect that just falling from the ceiling was enough to make him unable to get up.

Even so, he also stood up with a deflated stomach, his waist was in a bad condition, he had been slammed on the edges and corners of the iron bed before, and he was constantly flipping and pulling in the ventilation duct, and the sprain was almost an inevitable result.

Therefore, his actions are not very convenient, and Hongjun can't be counted on at this time, without the blessing of energy, Hongjun is completely just a robot who can only speak and provide some advice accordingly, and she has no ability to alleviate Lu Shaozhen's pain.

"Master, if you need encouragement, I can cheer you on!" Hongjun's voice sounded timidly in Lu Shaozhen's heart, "Only when you pass the baptism of the catastrophe game will you truly unlock my functions, and then you can use my energy to improve your physical fitness, exchange materials, heal your injuries and other things, but before that, you have to ensure that you are still alive." The Holocaust game can be said to be a test from time back, or it can be said to be a generous gift of fate, and it is only up to you to be able to have such wealth with peace of mind. ”

Lu Shaozhen was in no mood to joke with Hongjun at the moment, Hongjun was just an artificial intelligence, and it was reasonable to not realize how desperate he was just now, so when he learned that Hongjun could not give him effective help, he directly chose to ignore it.

First of all, we should make a rough judgment about this environment, it is obvious that the person on the portrait should be the owner of this study, this person has an extraordinary appearance and a wise look, and it is very likely that he is a scientific researcher who is proficient in a certain field, and this study is obviously experiencing some kind of change, so all the books have been moved, and this room is empty.

But according to Lu Shaozhen's guess, the purpose of this person to move the books out of the study may not be simple, because the various facilities in the room are in order, and there is no sign of decadence, although there is dust floating under the hazy warm pillar of light, but this is only for the present who does not know how long has passed.

Coupled with the fact that there are still some books that have not been removed, but are piled up haphazardly, this is even more suspicious. You know, for a scientist or scholar, books are sacred, and they need a steady stream of knowledge from books to help them drift away from their field, and how can they leave these or two books behind if they want to?

Lu Shaozhen quickly made a rough judgment about the environment in his mind, and then he staggered to the bookshelf and picked up a somewhat yellowed book.

This hardcover book with a delicate cover is printed with a few large words: "Genes and Viruses"