Jin Feng Yulu stood behind the operating table, quietly watching Yan Zhen pick up the scalpel in the tray and cut off the palm of the middle-aged man in a white coat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Then he opened the iron cage, pressed the severed hand and the hand of the potato chips together, and looked at Yan Zhen up close, only to find that there were many iron pieces and iron nails embedded in the flesh on the bloody body of the potato chips.

Because it is the whole root, it is difficult to find the nail rising, the most obvious on the palm, and the distribution position is irregular, but the left and right are symmetrical.

Yan Zhen's eyes rolled, and he had a guess in his heart, the distribution of these nails and iron pieces is symmetrical and irregular, in fact, it is not irregular, but it is arranged according to the laws that cannot be seen by the naked eye!

The arm of the potato chip was weak, and he couldn't hold the severed hand at all, and the person didn't wake up.

Yan Zhen pondered, since Futu nailed the whole body acupoint of potato chips with iron nails, it must be necessary, maybe the acupoint is the power gate of potato chips.

He carefully pulled out the nails and pieces of iron embedded in the flesh of the potato chips, and the blood that flowed out was not as much as he expected, which made him let go of his worries and speed up the movement of his hands.

After all the nails in both arms were removed, the potato chips moved their fingers, and then their arms twitched, and the palms instinctively grasped the severed hand.

The potato chips subconsciously absorbed the energy of the fragments, and the shoulders, elbows, and ten fingers all regained consciousness, and could feel the continuous energy transmitted to the limbs.

He opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him, opened his mouth wide in surprise and rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a hallucination.

"Don't get distracted, you're badly hurt, keep going." Yan Zhen said.

Potato Chips obediently closed his eyes, he was indeed seriously injured, fortunately they were all flesh wounds, as long as the iron nails that suppressed the power on his body were removed, these injuries were nothing.

Yan Zhen then pulled out the nails on his back and stomach, and finally his legs and insteps, and when they were all removed, there were already a lot of red iron nails scattered on the ground.

Potato chips have been tortured these days, at least twenty pounds have been lost, and the stomach is not as bulging as before, but compared with Yan Zhen, it is still a standard fat man.

The potato chips completely absorbed the fragments of the white coat, and the replenishment of energy caused the alienated body to begin to repair the wounds on its own, and he opened his eyes, still looking at Yan Zhen uncertainly.

"Don't recognize?" Yan Zhen quipped.

"Yan Zhen, Totoro...... It's you! Potato Chips saw the chinchilla in Yan Zhen's arms, and finally completely believed that the person in front of him was the companion he thought he would never have a chance to meet again.

"It's me, how are you feeling, can you move?"

"It's much better, without that broken nail, you will be able to run soon."

"Sister Lu, let's rest for a while, are you okay?" Yan Zhen asked Jin Feng Yulu, who was standing quietly in place.

"No, there's someone waiting for you on the top floor, there's five minutes left, and if I don't take you over, she'll send someone down."

"Who? What are I waiting for? ”

"The person in charge of the tower, she attaches great importance to your abilities, and she should focus on research."

Yan Zhen secretly cursed in his heart's '', his ability is no different from other writers, and even compared with many writers, he is fundamentally weak, since he picked up a hypnotism, it is better, where is it worth focusing on?

Could it be that the fact that he can hypnotize is known to the higher-ups?

No, he immediately denied this speculation, if the upper echelons knew, they would not let him in, give him a chance to rescue the potato chips, kill the researchers, and control Jin Feng Yulu, who is an important manager of the tower.

"Sister Lu, do you have a chance to get close to the person in charge?" Yan Zhen heard the middle-aged man in the white coat call her like this, so he followed the custom.

"Yes."

"Do you have what it takes to kill him?"

"It's not enough, she has spiritual props, and anyone who gets close to her can't have thoughts of hurting her."

"It turns out that he is the second writer who can use spirit props...... Yan Zhen muttered, and then asked, "Your research results have been used by the people of the Senate?" ”

"No, the results achieved so far are only the ability to extract fragments and apply them to certain areas of life and work, the progress of real human fusion has not been smooth, there is only one successful case, the experimental subject has fallen into a coma after demonstrating the ability of successful fusion, and has not woken up yet."

"Take me to this successful test subject." After Yan Zhen finished speaking to her, he said to the potato chips: "You rest first to recover your strength, and wait for me to come back." ”

Yan Zhen originally planned to meet the person in charge of the tower, but now that he knows that person has spiritual props, he can't easily meet the other party, and the strength of the dog leftover is not to be underestimated, and the person in charge of managing the entire tower, let alone it.

Yan Zhen is the main force in the escape plan, he must not be controlled by anyone, even if there is only a 1% chance, they can't afford to gamble.

Jin Fengyu led Yan Zhen to take the elevator to the position of the seventh floor, the tower has a total of nine floors, the first to seventh floors are the experimental area, and the eighth and ninth floors are office areas.

The office of the person in charge is on the ninth floor, and the seventh floor is the sample storage room, with a total of seven small rooms, the room where the successful test subjects are stored, and there is a special person guarding the door, and they will only let them go if the person in charge comes in person.

Yan Zhen used hypnotism on them, but he was surprised to find that the mental suggestion was bounced back by the consciousness layer of the guard's brain.

It was a perceptible mental barrier that protected the guard's brain, forming a shield through which no outside command could pass through it unless it was its creator.

"Why didn't you tell me they didn't listen to anyone's orders?" Yan Zhen gritted his teeth and turned around and walked into the elevator.

"You didn't ask." Jin Fengyulu replied lightly.

Suddenly a shrill alarm sounded inside the tower, and all the rooms were supported by the brackets at the bottom, and began to change positions and move in the air.

Quadrangular entrances appeared on the walls, and the suspended rooms were brought in by retracted brackets, and the space inside the tower suddenly became more spacious and the view was wider.

The elevator is locked and no longer moves downward, and the door is locked at the same time, like a metal cage hanging in the air.

The little 7 in Yan Zhen's arms was as fast as lightning, and she got out of the gap in the elevator and jumped to the room on the third floor.

The doors of all laboratories are automatically locked, and no one inside or outside can open them, and only the person in charge of the tower can reopen them.

Little 7 jumped on the roof of the laboratory where the potato chips were located, jumped to the side door, its body was suspended, and the laser knife brushed twice to destroy the device on the door lock, and then kicked the door open.

The potato chips that had already run to the door inside were about to hit the door, when suddenly the door opened, and he happened to rush out directly, and the room was retracted into the wall behind him, and the entrance closed quickly, leaving no trace on the wall.

The potato chips fell down, and Xiao 7 grabbed him, hugged his arm, slowed down the speed of the fall, and finally landed smoothly.

"Little 7 - Ground!" Yan Zhen shouted in the elevator.