"Look, I still have this, I found it on the table." As she spoke, Rebecca handed over a silver key engraved with a sword-shaped mark. She didn't know exactly which door the key would open, but she thought it might be useful. Chris took the key and stared at it for a moment, then put it in his pocket. Then he walked to the file boxes full of documents, looked down at the documents, frowned and asked, "You are studying chemistry, have you read these things?" ”

Bereka came to Chris's side and shook her head: "I haven't seen it yet, I was guarding the door just now, so I didn't care about these things." ”

Chris casually picked up a document and handed it to Berica, who skimmed through it and quickly saw that it was a list of neurotransmitters and level indicators.

"It's something about brain chemistry." "But the numbers are really nonsense. Serotonin and adrenaline are too low...... However, look at this, dopamine is completely out of the charts, and this symptom should be schizophrenic no matter how you look at it......"

Rebecca noticed Chris's puzzled look on his face and smiled slightly. Although she is an eighteen-year-old girl who has just stepped out of college, she does know a lot of things. And that's why... S hired her and provided a dedicated laboratory for her to conduct research in molecular biology. Although Rebecca joined as a member of a group of researchers, she was a member of the research team. All new members of S are required to participate in basic training and practical experience. And the others did not show even the slightest interest in the genius joining......

There was a heavy pounding on the door of the room, and the smile immediately disappeared from Rebecca's face. Yes, now she is in the middle of a real combat experience.

Chris took the key engraved with the sword-shaped mark out of his pocket and stared at Rebecca very seriously: "There is a door at the front of the corridor with the same mark on the keyhole plate, I'm going to scout over there now, if possible, maybe it's a road to the hall." You'd better read the documents for yourself while you're here, I think there might be some useful clues. ”

Rebecca had a worried expression, and Chris showed a gentle smile and said as if comforting her, "It's okay, I have a lot of ammunition." Thanks to you, I'll be back soon. ”

Rebecca tried her best to make a reassuring expression and nodded vigorously. She was scared, but even letting Chris know wasn't going to help the situation.

Chris continued as he moved towards the door, "The cops from Raccoon City should be coming this way, so we can't go back right away, and we'll have to wait here for a while." ”

He raised his pistol and grabbed the doorknob with his other hand. "Ready, as soon as I rush out of the hallway, you'll block up those boxes of documents in the doorway. When I come back, I'll call you outside. ”

Rebecca nodded in agreement again, smiling. Chris opened the door and looked left and right, then quickly walked out. Rebecca hurriedly closed the door and leaned against the panel, listening carefully to the situation outside. At first nothing was heard, but after a while there was a faint sound of gunfire not far away, about five or six, and then silence returned.

A few minutes later, Rebecca pushed the box containing the papers to the door, blocking it tightly. Then stand in front of the box and try to get your mind organized. At the same time, force yourself to ignore the uneasiness in your heart and focus all your attention on the documents.

After exhaling deeply, Rebecca pulled one from a stack of papers and began to read it carefully.

The latch is actually unreliable, with only three steering gears lined up in the cylinder. With this structure, it can be opened with about two or three tools. According to the map, there should be a corridor on the other side of the door......

Just as she thought, Jill stared at the screen of the microcomputer, thinking mentally as she put the tool back in her beltpack. As you can see from the map on the screen, after passing through several corridors and a series of houses, there is a back that leads to the outside world. Walking through this hallway, she might bump into Wesker and the rest of her teammates, and she thinks it's a safe route. Gil stepped into the narrow corridor, holding the loaded Beretta tightly in her hand.

It's a chilling sight. The hallway is carpeted and the walls are covered with wallpaper with a tawny color palette. Through the wide windows, all you can see is pitch black. Along the wall on the other side are three display cases, each with a small lighting fixture, and rows of bleached human bones on the display shelves. Between the bones are small objects that I don't know what they are. Jill stopped in front of the display case and took a closer look at the strange displays. Skulls, wrist bones, leg bones, hand bones, and foot bones. There are at least three intact skeletons here. Scattered between the bones were feathers and ornaments made of clay and crumpled skins......

Jill took one of the slender pieces of leather in his hand, then put it back in its place, and hurriedly rubbed his hand on his pants. Although it cannot be asserted, those skins are supposed to be preserved human skin. It's a little rough to the touch, but I can feel that it's probably coated with some lubricant or something......

Bang!

The glass in the window behind Jill suddenly cracked, and a muscle-filled thing let out a whining roar and jumped out of the window into the hallway. It was a suddenly mutated hound, its eyes as red as its mucus skin, its teeth as sharp as the cracked glass in the window, ready to attack Jill.

Jill stepped back between the two display cases and quickly fired at the mutant hound. The hound roared angrily from the depths of its throat and lunged at Jill, the bullet shooting into the floor beneath its feet.

The monster hound slammed into Jill's thigh, slamming her against the wall and trying to bite with his sharp teeth. Jill stood there and continued to shoot, screaming of fear and disgust herself, even drowning out the monster's dying screams.

Five bullets blasted the mad dog's chest open and then exited its back. It let out a final puppy whimper, and then fell to the ground, cloudy blood spreading across the tawny carpet.