Xia Na was just about to put the notebook back when she sensed a signal from Ling Mo, and the movements in her hand suddenly paused.

She sighed softly, then glanced left and right, and stuffed the notebook into the backpack behind her with her backhand, still muttering: "Who wants to be a bookshelf for you......"

"Hey! Don't just take it away so naturally! Ling Mo was startled at first, and then came back to his senses. This notebook is placed in such a dark place, and it is not taken seriously, and maybe even the researcher himself has forgotten about it. Even if you take this kind of thing, no one will find out in a short time.

Ling Mo suddenly smiled a little wryly, he was really not as professional as Xia Na in this regard......

After taking the notebook, Xana turned her gaze to the desk again, then decisively walked over and opened the drawer, quickly rummaging through it.

Ling Mo was completely shocked at this time, this little girl still knows how to draw inferences...... It's really gratifying......

It's a pity that there is nothing of value in the drawer except for some clutter.

After Xia Na restored Yiqiē with some disappointment, she found that Ye Lian was staring at her curiously from the side.

"Sister Ye Lian?"

"In ...... What are you doing? Ye Lian asked suspiciously.

Xana thought for a moment, but didn't answer, but suddenly curled the corners of her mouth.

Her gaze swept back and forth on Ye Lian twice, and then stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips.

This expression obviously made Ye Lian a little overwhelmed, she subconsciously looked back behind her, but she didn't expect a black shadow to suddenly pounce on her from the front.

Xia Na rushed to her while she was not paying attention, and then raised her right hand and pressed it directly on Ye Lian's towering peak.

This press is really flexible. The peaks shook a little.

Ye Lian looked back in surprise. Staring blankly, she looked at Xana, who was close at hand. Then he looked down at Xana's misplaced palm.

Ling Mo was also stunned, but he was not because of Xia Na's behavior, but because of this visual impact......

"It's a perk for voyeurs." Xana smiled slyly and said.

"Won my heart...... But wait, who's a voyeur! Ling Mo said angrily.

Seeing that Ye Lian's actions were careful enough, Ling Mo was also a lot more relieved, and his perspective changed, and he returned to the corpse puppet in the real yàn group.

The corpse puppet standing in place is like a terrifying version of the machine qì that suddenly loses power. A pair of blood-red eyes stared blankly ahead, maintaining a posture of raising their hands and not moving. The master ball was spinning in a circle in his palm quickly, full of a semicircular spinning top, and Ling Mo also relaxed his control of it when he shifted his perspective, and as a result, it was having a good time.

When Ling Mo's attention refocused on the corpse puppet, his eyes that had been open suddenly blinked, and his stiff body began to move.

"Click......"

With the crunch of bones, the puppet's head slowly lifted upwards and looked at the ceiling.

The mutual corroboration of the two notebooks made Ling Mo understand the identity of the researcher. There is a vague guess......

The staircase leading to the sixth floor was pitch black, except for the iron sheet wrapped around the edge of the staircase that reflected extremely faint light.

"Think about it. Where could it have been lost? A conversation slowly approached the staircase, and one of them asked.

"How do I know, I used it to lock the door when I came out. Bad luck now......" replied the other in a sullen tone.

However, as they passed the staircase, the man who had questioned him stopped and looked up suspiciously.

The other person took two more steps forward, and when he saw that his companion did not follow, he immediately turned around impatiently and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The man stared at the dark corridor for a few moments, then shook his head: "It's okay, maybe I'm not in good spirits today." ”

The other man also looked up at the stairs, then frowned and said, "You smoke too much!" I've lost my key, so don't mess with the sub-team again......"

"The sub-team is here today?"

"Who knows...... Don't dare to go if you're not there......"

As the conversation between the two people faded away, two red lights suddenly lit up at the corner of the stairs on the sixth floor......

"Crunch ......"

The iron sheet stomped under his feet, making a slight noise, and in the darkness, a twisted figure was slowly approaching the sixth floor of the real yàn group.

Unlike the other five-story buildings, there is no corridor here, but there is a hidden security door at the top of the staircase, and a gap is slightly open, and when you look from the outside in, there seems to be no light inside.

"Squeak......

A hand with unusually long nails and deformed fingers gripped the doorknob and slowly pulled it outward. A strange smell immediately wafted out of it, but it was different from the smell of those real rooms. In addition to the smell of disinfectant, it was also filled with the strange smell of rotten meat.

As the figure flashed into the room, the door slowly returned to its original state...... After a pause for a second, the door suddenly closed inwards and closed with a click.

Ling Mo silently locked the door, his red eyes sweeping around.

This is obviously very different from the floors below, the hallway windows are all nailed with wooden planks, and the entire floor becomes an enclosed space.

No wonder there is no light, if ordinary people come in, their eyes must be black.

Ling Mo looked at it and was a little surprised to find that many of the doors were open, which was in stark contrast to the tightness downstairs.

"Smack!"

He surveyed the hallway as he tossed the Master Ball.

The master ball flicked on the ground, and then it was directly attached to the ceiling, crawling towards the side of the corridor, and after Ling Mo observed for a while, he also slowly walked forward along the other end of the corridor.

The structure of the buildings here is also different from the downstairs, many rooms have two windows in the front and back, and through the blurred glass, Ling Mo can even faintly see the rooms in the back.

He soon passed through a door, and looked through the open door, where the floor was full of messy papers, and there were books piled up on the walls. The only furnishings in the room were a cabinet of essay, which was open at this time, and a few copies of the wenjiàn were sparsely lost inside, and most of them fell to the ground.

The corpse puppet blinked and picked up a piece of paper that had fallen by the door.

"What X what textbook...... Biological? Ling Mo was confused, and gently put it back. He didn't expect to find the report so quickly, but the mess here was quite unexpected.

The whole floor sounded quiet, and with the doors so casually open, it looked like the ruins of buildings everywhere.

However, when Ling Mo stood up, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The movements of the corpse puppet seem to be a little ...... Tired?

What's going on? He's only been on this floor for less than five minutes......

Not only the corpse puppet, Ling Mo soon discovered that there was something wrong with the information fed back from the Master Ball.

He used to be able to use the sensing results of the master ball to make up for the environment, but now he can only imagine an abstract painting!

"Where's the tentacles!"

Ling Mo hurriedly split the tentacles from the Master Sphere, but when the tentacles poked out of his body, it was not much better than the induction of the Master Sphere itself!

"No, what's the distraction here......"

Ling Mo looked left and right vigilantly, but the surroundings were still quiet.

"It's restricted, but it's not discovered? But this building doesn't look like it's human......"

The various abilities were suppressed, which was not good news for Ling Mo. But after all, it's only corpses that enter here, and after 101's death, his best chance is tonight......

In addition, it was likely that the neurotic researcher's other actual records were all placed here, so Ling Mo only hesitated slightly and continued to walk inside.

With the skin of a vice zombie, what is there to be afraid of......

Thinking so, Ling Mo's actions were much more careful than before. His tentacles have been greatly affected, so the manipulation of the corpse puppet has also been slowed down by half a beat. This sense of incongruity made Ling Mo extremely awkward, and once he accepted this feeling, Ling Mo always had a feeling of being powerless.

However, Ling Mo didn't notice that when he walked into the depths of the corridor, a hand suddenly appeared at the door of the room where he was standing before, and silently grabbed the door frame.

And the piece of paper that he put back on the ground was also picked up by one hand...... (To be continued......)

PS: It's a bit of a cardin, it's written slowly, and I'm sorry for being late.