Chapter 112: The Rusty Angel (23)

Did I know her before?

Zhao Xida's hand stiffened unnaturally after hearing this, she didn't know if the other party was really perceptual and keenly aware of something, or if she simply felt that something was not quite right, she still maintained the expressionless appearance on her face, but the thinking circuit had already been told to run.

You can't say to her like this: Hey, this is your good friend, and I am in this world, she didn't know who made her resurrected like this after she died, and then she was resurrected and fought with me and died back, so now it's like this, and you will feel familiar for this reason, by the way, do you want to take a little back as a souvenir?

No, although she is a fool, it is too much to say that.

Let's take into account her mood a little, no matter what world she goes to, she is a careless guy

Although the puppet girl's mental activity is extremely rich, after the layers of camouflage of the virtual self, the emotions and thoughts finally revealed through the spiritual link have been filtered many times to ensure that no information that should be conveyed is shared through the spiritual link, Zhao Xida raised her head and looked at Elizabeth after thinking for a moment.

The significance is unknown. It is presumed that the subject has attacked you several times before, so this impression has been left in your cerebral cortex.

She replied in a mechanical, rigid voice like an artificial intelligence, and the emotional fluctuations in the mental connection were also perfectly concealed by the layers of the virtual self, and there was no superfluous emotional fluctuation coming out.

Is this the case, Elizabeth still looked a little confused, but since Zhao Jida said so, she didn't ask much, and nodded obediently: Forget it~ Anyway, I forgot a lot of things, maybe it's really the same as what you said

Zhao Xida took one last glance at the wreckage on the ground, and then walked in the direction she had come from before: Let's go, go back to find those survivors first, and then take them out of here.

Elizabeth nodded, then with a silly smile on her face, she jumped up and down behind the doll girl.

Soon, the puppet girl took Elizabeth back to the previous sacrificial hall, and the investigator, who had been obediently hiding on the stone platform, was stunned at first when he saw the two of them coming back, and then immediately greeted him with an expression of disbelief: Did you really solve the scholar?!

No, some accident allowed him to escape. Zhao replied succinctly, and then saw that the investigator's face became unsightly at a speed visible to the naked eye, but before he could speak her opinion, the puppet girl interrupted him, but I tortured him before he escaped

What? The investigator wondered.

Get out of here first, talk as you go. Zhao Xida said, and then she glanced at the survivors in the hall, and keenly noticed that the number of survivors was a little wrong, so she stopped preparing to leave, the remaining number was wrong, they left by themselves? Fun Cabinet

The investigator showed a slightly embarrassed look on his face when he heard this: I originally wanted to persuade them to stay where they are and wait a little longer, but some of them have been frightened, and I can't persuade them if they insist on escaping

Zhao Jida then turned her head and said: Elizabeth, can you sense other life reactions besides us?

Okay~ The blue-haired girl responded with a smile, she closed her green pupils and spread her formless spiritual power to the outside world, sensing the life reaction around her, and after a while, she slowly opened her eyes and shook her head, no~ Except for the life reaction here, there is no trace of life in the surrounding places, and they may all be dead~

She spoke the cruelest truth in a relaxed tone.

Since he is dead, there is no need to spend time searching and rescuing. Zhao Jida nodded, take the rest of the people and leave now.

The investigator clapped his hands at the survivors, whose eyes were already numb, and drew their attention back to reality with a crisp sound: "Alright! Hurry up, everyone! Line up one by one, we're getting out of here now!

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First of all, I caught the scholar at one point and asked for something. Zhao Jida walked at the forefront of the team, leading the way, and said to the investigator beside him, the two experiments he conducted here, one is called perceptual decoding therapy, and the other is called Gathering Plague

Therapy? The investigator couldn't help frowning when he heard this term, what kind of treatment is this?

First change and then change, there is still half a chapter