Cautiously leaning out from under the bed, Auckland took a look at his surroundings.

The first thing to confirm is where that guy came from.

She subconsciously looked at the ceiling, the vents, the weirdest place.

There was nothing, just a lamp that was shaking by itself.

Auckland stood up and sorted out his thoughts, which direction was he going to go? By the way, the closer side.

Listening closely, there was no other sound in the hallway, only his own faint gasp.

There is no running, otherwise the movement will be too big. Auckland decided to bend over, lean against the wall, and take his time one step at a time.

The air was damp and rotten. When I was far away, I didn't see much clearly, but when I got closer, I realized that the wall was not as empty as I thought, but there were a few posters pasted on it, but it gradually yellowed and darkened as the falling wallpaper over the years.

Auckland reached out and touched it, it was not an ordinary paper, but a little smooth, which looked quite special.

She felt that these posters had a familiar flavor in them, both in terms of looking and touching.

I seem to be quite familiar with this place, the whole place.

This is foreshadowed by her first so-called muscle memory.

She used to be here? Job? Life? Or captivity?

The poster features several sets of numbers and spiral-shaped patterns.

Gene sequence, match result.

These words instantly popped into her mind, what did these represent?

There are several of these posters, almost identical.

Auckland looked at it twice and decided not to pay attention to it, it was better to run for his life.

At the end of the corridor, there is a half-hidden wooden door. Auckland gave a gentle push, resulting in a screeching scrape.

"Damn." Oakland didn't have time to think about it, and entered the room in a flash.

Closing the door, she gasped for breath and began to look at her surroundings. It's a big ...... Room? No, it's too big, it's more of a hall-like place than a room. What is rare on the floor is no longer a rough cement structure, but carpeted, although the whole piece is tattered and emits a foul smell of preservatives.

Preservative? Auckland froze for a moment, twitching his nose for the familiar smell.

Wait a minute......

Auckland sniffed the back of his hand, it smelled like this!

From the moment she fell out of the jar, she had been smelling the pungent smell. She originally thought it was the influence of the environment, but it turned out to be from herself!

Could it be that the liquid in those jars is a preservative?

She shuddered!

How can it be? Soak a living person in a preservative?

Auckland shook his head, ridiculous.

Walking barefoot through the dry carpet, the hall has a high ceiling and luxurious crystal chandeliers hanging from it. Auckland stopped, looked at it carefully, and made sure it wasn't shaking before continuing on his way.

The door behind her had been closed by her. Auckland brings up the panel to see the latest progress.

Side Quest: Find the clues

Difficulty: C

Settlement: Useful information, and unlocks the System Unknown section

Hint: Stay alive. But first, you have to figure out what's going on here.

Closing the panel, Auckland breathed a sigh of relief. At least I didn't see the flashing words.

Turning on the flashlight, Auckland began to walk inside.

The center of the hall rises up than the others

Fang has to go up a step like a podium. Surrounding the podium were tables with various instruments but no papers.

Raising his leg to the nearest table, Oakland crouched down and opened the drawers one by one, trying to find clues to read. She didn't plan to move the rows of buttons near the screen, otherwise she wouldn't know what would happen.

vertex

After opening a dozen drawers in a row, I finally found a folder in the last one, which was covered with dust.

Next to the folder, there were also six bullets standing neatly, glowing with a clear yellow glow in the light of the flashlight.

Flipping through the file, thankfully, it's finally not an incomprehensible language.

This time, it's Huaxia.

It's just that the handwriting on it is very blurry, and some places have been eaten out of holes by bookworms, and they turn into powder when you touch them.

This is what normal paper will become over the years.

The panel itself quietly appeared, and Auckland looked up in some shock, could it be another alarm message?

Thankfully, it doesn't have those horrible words on it.

Frowning and looking at the two lines, she realized that this was the content of the document she was holding in her hand, but the missing parts were completed.

What the hell is this? How can there be so many features? How much more does it know?

Oakland decided not to think about it, as long as the panel didn't hurt her.

So she started reading it.

Deep Blue One, Ahuna IX Laboratory, Archives of the Twenty-seventh Anthropological Era.

Classification: State of emergency

Date: 1302

Number: QHZ130209

Written by: Tuliu

Incident Response: Suspected disappearance of the detachment under the leadership of Lieutenant Kocha Khan and the missing lab.

Content Body:

I wish you a good salute on behalf of the Sleeper Headquarters. Due to the emergency, Laboratory Nine is under full martial law, and it may be a long time since this information reaches you.

We are deeply saddened by the disappearance of Lieutenant Kochahan's detachment. After research by the Crisis Department, we have sufficient evidence to suspect that Lieutenant Kochahan has activated the final plan numbered A1092, which violates the code of the Joint Convention, so in response, we have dispatched a response force to pursue it.

On the eve of the end of the Human Era, Laboratory Nine expressed indignation and concern at the suspicion that someone had survived and sacrificed the lives of 248 people to disengage from the plane.

The final solution of A1092 came from the proposal of Lab 1, and when there were not enough regular fragments required for plane separation, a large number of humans would be dropped into the unfinished plane in order to directly create aborigines and increase the success rate of forced separation.

But, as we all know, this is extremely inhumane. More than ninety percent of the animals that have been tested have died, and the remaining bodies have become deformed and lost their minds under the rules of the plane. Once again, we reiterate that only a complete and 99.999% model of the Earth's plane can allow the re-emergence of the Earth's biosphere and support human reproduction.

The original purpose of the Deep Blue Project was not to survive a small group of researchers, but to take the next human epoch away from disaster and avoid divine punishment.

Now, sixteen of the twenty-one labs of the Deep Blue Project have lost contact, and we are skeptical, is it really the experiment that went wrong? General Zhu, after the study of the inheritance and residual data of the twenty-six human epochs, as long as enough rule fragments are collected in the time when the disaster strikes and the rule barrier is broken, the success rate of fusion is as high as 95%.

It's just that this process lasts 3200

Therefore, even if the research is completed, it will only allow the next generation of humanity to survive.

Of course, it is not undesirable to accelerate fusion in advance, but the failure rate is 75%, and the environment in the new plane is harsh, making it extremely difficult to survive.

Therefore, as a summary, after intelligent simulations and the study of the last communication records of the sixteen laboratories, Lab Nine believes that most of the lost laboratories have merged early out of fear of death, separated from the earth plane, and gave up the salvation of the next human era, so that the research results of the Deep Blue Project will be ruined.

We deeply regret this.

I wish the general, time is running out, and I hope everything goes well.

Lab Nine, The Sleeper, Tuliu.

Danger approach.

What the?!

Oakland had just come out of the content when he saw a few words flickering wildly, and he was almost frightened.

Red!

No, there's nowhere to hide, isn't this a relatively safe area? How did it end up here so quickly?

Auckland turned off the flashlight, gritted his teeth, and started running!

Run!

She must have been seen!

Calf muscles throbbed, and Oakland gritted her teeth and rushed across the room.

Phew!

There was a hard blow to her ribs, and she fell backwards, hitting the back of her head against the floor.

Hurt. It hurts.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Auckland stepped back in horror, unconsciously back at the table where he was reading the papers.

Damn, is she going to face that horrible monster head-on?

That's almost certain death!

In the darkness, she saw the full picture of her pursuers for the first time.

It was a tall creature, at least two and a half meters tall, with two arms disproportionately long, almost touching the floor. Where it should have been the head, there are now dozens of dense sarcomas.

Tell me about it.

Every time it moved, it made only a slight sound.

System, tell me what to do......

Auckland gasped and pressed his hand against the wound in his ribs. There was a warm feeling in my hands.

The panel emerges and the tasks are updated.

Mission accomplished

Items obtained: Useful information, panel section.

Completion: B

Column unlocked

Item Column: Useful items around the host can be prompted.

Lookback Column: Indicates what has happened in some parts of the host.

Item: Pistol (Hidden compartment in the corner of the table, the secret place where the sleeper Tuliu used to put a love letter)

Auckland turned around and stood up with all her strength, and the monster was less than ten meters away from her.

I touched around the tabletop, and my hands were covered with heavy dust.

Where is it? Where is it? She felt like she was running out of strength, so cold.

It's cold.

Finally, she pressed a protrusion in the corner of the table, and a small drawer popped out of the side, in which lay a revolver.

Colt python.

She knew the name of the firearm in an instant.

Take the bullet out of the drawer, shake off the bullet wheel, and start loading.

Five meters.

One piece. Two pieces. Three.

One meter.

Depress the hammer.

Rumble!

Oakland raised his hand and tapped the trigger at the face that was close at hand.