"Are you still in the mood for a joke?"

"Miss, nervousness is a great enemy to show your strength, so you should be in the mood to joke at all times...... Eh wait, how do you know it's a joke? Which black car driver doesn't even let go of a little girl......"

"I'm not a child!"

“…… In short, there is this corpse, does it mean that the exit is not too far away? ”

The pair of eyes filled with flames made Wang Julin's heart tremble, but it was a pity that if the speech skill had a cooling bar, it would definitely not be full-there was no point in changing his words, the little girl stared at him with a fried cat posture for almost a minute, and then turned away with a cold snort - he had already crossed a whole layer of stairs in one step, leaving him in the strange darkness.

Fortunately, the exit is really not far away.

After turning through the two floors of the platform in the dark, the short cement passage expands into a small square hall with a frame and steel plates, and a heavy gate is inlaid on the opposite side, which is four meters high and more than 30 centimeters thick, half-open and half-closed, and then the all-metal passage with a sci-fi atmosphere is clear at a glance.

Obviously this is the 'base'.

However, Wang Julin didn't have much joy in his heart that 'the mission was about to be completed' - in his field of vision, a bright red aura was blooming from Miss Firebee's body, and a little phosphorescence transformed into a fiery red trench coat. The metal armor on her shoulders, elbows, knees, and slender legs in the style of the Cult of the Mechanica gave her appearance a bit more awe-inspiring to the appearance of a sci-fi warrior.

“…… Even if you don't even read Balabala Energy Hunila, you don't even have to give time for the transformation of a magical girl......"

"What did you say?"

“…… It's nothing. ”

"Remember, it doesn't matter how many levels you have in the battle between the Commanders, so you can dodge and run. If necessary, it is okay to beg for mercy. And then!"

Frowning, Wang Julin took what the young lady threw at him casually - a polymer plastic cylinder with three thin tubes filled with colorless liquid, and a protective cap in front of it that seemed to be able to be removed - to be precise, it should be called a needleless syringe.

Meow, if there are good things, I don't give them earlier, so that Lao Tzu endured the pain and walked hundreds of steps...... This girl really doesn't have a good eye.

Pressing the needle on his neck and pulling down the switch, the diffuse feeling of coolness made someone grin - of course, slander to belly, he wouldn't really think it was just a kind gift - this time for him, more likely considering the possibility that his death would lead to the failure of the mission, and also mean that the danger would increase exponentially.

The passage behind the door was more complicated than expected, the rows of doors and windows on the metal walls opened and closed in the pale light, but there was no half of a figure in the corridor or the room, only the various instruments, overturned tables and chairs, and shards of glass scattered around, and the dried liquid drew strange stains on the ground, which, together with the deathly silence, constituted a chilling horror different from the darkness.

"Trouble ......"

The handwriting on the signs at both ends of the passage made Wang Julin curse in a low voice—although he didn't know any of the foreign languages except for the word 03 at the beginning, the instructions on at least seven or eight lines on each sign showed that the scale of this 'base' was much larger than he imagined.

And through the glass in the hallway, you can see more doors inside, and with the fork at the end of the passageway, it may be difficult to walk through them all in the remaining four hours or so. Most doors are electronically locked, and they are at least six or seven centimeters thick. The difficulty of finding key clues in it has obviously increased more than a little. If the quest requires that 'inside story' is relatively simple or fine...... However, if so, should the prompt be written as 'cause of the accident'? Is there a correlation between this choice of words and the difficulty of the task?

Miss Firebee apparently doesn't have anyone's concerns or speculations. Passing through the door, she made a beeline for the guard room behind her—the number was in a foreign language, but the integrated screen that occupied one wall was enough to explain what the room was for.

It's just a pity that it's also messy.

The only remaining lamp flickered and flickered, reflecting the vertical and horizontal cracks in the screen wall, all the drawers under the only desk were nowhere to be seen, and the large open gun cabinet was empty, not even a single bullet remained. Although Miss Firebee was neatly disassembling the two computers on the assembly table, trying to piece something useful. But in Wang Julin's opinion, it is probably useless - the deep and shallow cracks in the screen wall seem random but comprehensive, and the saboteurs obviously don't want to leave any usable information, even if the chassis can be turned on and wants to display...... Well?

The broken screen wall suddenly lit up.

It shouldn't have been done by a girl.

There is no specific content, just dazzling blue and white snowflake spots. It shook with the noise...... However, Wang Julin could clearly see that there were three finger-wide vertical and horizontal cracks on the LCD panel on it, and the light did not increase or decrease the brightness around him, but there was a hoarse voice, mixed in with the noise. Like the wailing of a wild beast, long and short!

Is...... Hallucinations?

He shook his head.

The snowflakes and the cacophony were gone, leaving only his reflection on the black screen—a grim smile curled up at the corners of his lips, but it didn't belong to him.

The sound of his heart pounding in his ears and the feeling of blood filling his body with heat made him dizzy, and he had to take a few heavy breaths before he could raise his gaze again—and then, no snowflakes, no noise, no face, only a few screens in front of the doorway, tattered.

There was also a line of silver-white text flashing.

The text is small, just three, at the edge of sight...... But it didn't escape the vision capture of the picture corrector at all. He turned his head to let the character return to the center of view.

(One Door)

Of course, it was indeed a door, although it was made of metal and more than three centimeters thick, but it was mounted on the door frame of the only entrance and exit of the guard room, and it opened and closed smoothly without any abnormality - except that Wang Julin was very sure that there were no similar hints on everything in his field of vision, whether it was a table, chair, screen, or hallway.

So after a moment's hesitation, he grabbed the doorknob, and with a screaky rubbing, a few lines of text appeared in his status bar.

{A door.}

weapons

Damage: Varies.

Quality: Refined.

Equipment Requirements: Able to pick it up.

Description: This thing has a bit of a radian. There was a narrow observation hole, and two arms with just the right handle fit into it to lift it, but it was just a door.

"Can this also be considered a weapon?"

Wang Julin was stunned.

It's not that he doesn't have any plans to find a makeshift weapon, but he doesn't have a suitable option for the time being. Originally, the only weapons in this room were fragile table legs and a stool that didn't work well. But now a weapon was delivered directly to him - if it could really be considered a weapon.

"Did you find a fine item?" Attracted by the grinding sound, Miss Firebee turned her gaze and showed a hint of surprise for the first time.

"Fine products...... Is there any difference? ”

"Most items can only be brought into the High Universe if they have been strengthened with soul power. So it's normal and rundown-level. The little girl came up and knocked on the door, "But there is always something good or something more special." Although quite rare, especially in a world of low difficulty. All in all, you're in luck. ”

"Oh, is this thing worth it? Well, I mean, soul power? ”

The girl's expression softened in surprise, and then she expressed her contempt for the money worshippers with the whites of her beautiful eyes. Let someone smile wryly - God is sorry, for a man with debt, no luck is as good as cash, is it?

Of course, if it is not necessary, he will not sell this thing casually for the time being

After all, this first piece of fine equipment was not good in appearance, but it was of good quality - at least the wide surface and two or three centimeters thick enough to give people a considerable sense of security. And if this volume is calculated according to the specific gravity of steel, I am afraid that half a ton is indispensable. But at this moment, Wang Julin lifted it up and put it down, but he felt that it did not affect his actions too much.

The impact was still a bit - the little girl had already walked out down the hallway. The movement seemed to be gentle, but each step was almost more than two meters away, Wang Ziguang had to trot all the way to keep up with her, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, quite harsh, in exchange for a 'quiet!' 'Rebuke.

"That...... Miss Firebee, have you found the map? ”

"Nope."

"That'...... Have you been here before? ”

"Nope."

"This ......"

"I'm tracking skill level eight."

The cold and simple answer made Wang Julin frown.

Literally, the 'tracking skill' is used to find people - if you don't know the way without a map, then finding someone who knows the way is not a bad solution. The problem is that the enemy doesn't necessarily cooperate, especially if they are also 'moderators'. But since she mentioned the 'tracking' skill, or even if there is a skill that makes people speak or cooperate, it wouldn't be surprising?

Skills, Items, Weapons...... It's a 'fun' world.

The two of them fell silent again, passing through the passages - the size of this underground facility constantly refreshed Wang Julin's cognition, and he knew that he was basically moving in a general direction, but the wide and narrow corridors and the rooms full of equipment behind the window lattices and doors almost never repeated. It's just that all the rooms are dead silent, with no living creatures and no corpses. Even the breath of life, except, of course, both of them.

The walk lasted for more than ten minutes, and he finally couldn't help but speak: "What if we don't get back to the bottom of that tower within the time limit?" ”

"I can open a portal at my own expense, and your words will be trapped and locked in this world until someone is willing to rescue you."

"Can't go together?"

"Just pay the company." The indifference in the little girl's voice was just like the meaning of her words: "Level 0 newcomers have preferential treatment, as long as they have ten soul power." Or suicide. Resurrection costs fifty points. However, there is a half-chance that a non-ranked newcomer will have a soul collapse when they die. ”

"Company? Well, this company is really engaged in pyramid schemes......"

Wang Julin's voice was interrupted halfway, because the little girl pushed him back to the corner of the wall he had just walked through: "Silence." ”

A few seconds later, a rapid roar came from the other end of the corridor, from a certain room, Wang Julin was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was the sound of shooting in the room, and at this time, a figure had suddenly rolled out of the door that had slid open in the corridor in front of him.

The roar and the fire followed, and the man who rolled out slammed into the wall, blood gushing from one leg.

This guy has dark and yellow skin, short hair and black clothing that looks like a common bodyguard in movies, but at the moment he behaves like a civilian: "No...... Don't, don't kill me! He shouted, "I can give you whatever you want!" ”

The shouts were exchanged for two gunshots - on his intact leg. made Wang Julin in the distance can't help but shrink his neck.

He cautiously poked his gaze out and observed the two assailants who had stepped out - presumably the Commanders, but they were completely different from Firebee and the two 'instructors'. Rigid stab-proof suits and helmets, as well as automatic rifles, make them look closer to military men, but with a few more things out of place.

One of them wore a colorful scarf, while the other had a scimitar and a crossbow around his waist.

"Hand over the code to enter the center!" The guy in the scarf grabbed the black man's head and pulled him to the wall, and scolded, "Tell me everything you know, I can make you suffer less!" ”

"It's weak. It's not more than level five, is it? Wang Julin couldn't help but show a sneer and whispered sarcastically.

This comment made Miss Firebee nod subconsciously, but then she was stunned: "How do you know?" ”

Before Wang Julin answered, a louder voice had already sounded.

"I ...... We have a dream ......"

Which black man was making the voice, intermittently, but unusually loud: "We found it, it ...... Like a huge lighthouse that brings the light of hope, just like a joyful dawn that ends a long night of confinement...... We, as the creators, drafted the ...... This majestic promise, we promise to make everyone ...... All enjoy inalienable freedom and the right to pursue happiness......"

"Shut up, I'm asking you ......," the moderator shouted, but he couldn't stop the voice.

"But they didn't keep their promise...... Fulfillment of this sacred obligation. Just wrote a blank check with a stamp of "insufficient funds" on it...... We don't believe they're bankrupt, we don't believe that there is no reserve in the great opportunity......" The strange voice echoed around them, but it quickly turned into a high-pitched roar......

"Freedom! Freedom! Thank God Almighty that we are finally free! He screamed frantically, and suddenly sprang up! And with the shout, a thick layer of mist erupted from all around him! rushed into the body along the facial features of the unprepared adjuster! So the one who took the lead immediately let out a terrible scream that did not look like a man, threw down his gun and dug at his face with his five fingers!

His strength was so great that the flesh and skin on his face were immediately grabbed one by one, and the flesh flew sideways, but he still kept grabbing it!