And Bai Buzhi also saw three barely recognizable words on its chest.

318。

His heart sank, and he secretly said badly.

He had never really believed the gardener's words before, and the picture was so disgusting, and the sense of crisis at seeing the blackened monsters was so great that he had almost deliberately forgotten about the picture and its contents.

He ignored the "flower pots".

But he was wrong.

The crisis from beginning to end didn't come from the scorched black monsters, those things weren't the point at all, they were just living people who had been half-corrupted by the flower pots.

The source of everything is the "flower pot" that has been reported to have failed containment.

"Reskinned, huh...... Yours is there. Bai Buzhi said softly.

In fact, he had some conjectures about the world in the fog before.

Not only him, but when you see the words "containment breach" or "Site-04", you usually think of an organization that can't even be mentioned by name.

Foundation.

Usually it is preceded by three letters, but for various reasons, those three words are forgotten.

Of course, Bai Buzhi had heard about that organization from his parents who were sick in the second year of secondary school.

In fact, the Foundation project document is his bedtime story as a child...... One of his great pleasures was looking through the 914's machining records and imagining what would have happened if he dropped his Superman toy into Superfinishing.

It wasn't until later that Bai Song Youtian said that this series suffered a dimensionality reduction blow.

At that time, Bai Buzhi didn't understand it very much.

Bai Song told him that this was because some children couldn't tell the difference between stories and reality, and their parents didn't want to take responsibility for education, so they were angry and let a stronger force ban it.

Bai Buzhi still remembers how confused he was at that time: "This is a fictional story, how can anyone be fooled by this kind of thing?" ”

And Bai Song and Yan Zixi looked at each other in astonishment: "How can you say that this is fake-no, how can you know that this is fake?" ”

Bai Buyi, who was six years old at the time, sighed: "How do you think about it, you know that it can't be true?" But I'm so sure, mainly because you're so interested in it. Although the story is very good, you and your mother really should be a little more mature. ”

Bai Song raised his forehead: "Other parents need to try their best to explain to their children when they are more than ten years old that Santa Claus is fake without hurting their feelings." You've crossed over, haven't you? ”

Now the 20-year-old Bai Buzhi thought of this paragraph and smiled bitterly.

He has always felt that he is not a secondary school disease, and he will not make a fuss like an incompetent parent who makes a big fuss. What is false is false, and there is no way to become true.

If you start brushing the Foundation with the word "containment breach" alone, it's no different from a terrier ghost. And the description of "flower pots" doesn't match any of the items he remembers.

From the man's words, there was no doubt that he was the object of the Foundation's pathfinder - a death row prisoner.

Death row prisoners, containment breaches, and high-risk containments all point to a definite possibility.

With this in mind, the gardener's message is as simple as the vernacular.

The so-called "flower pot" is one of the Foundation's high-risk containment objects, and the appearance is that of a decomposing female corpse, which for unknown reasons (documented as "sprouting", the exact details are unknown) escaped and began to harm people, so Foundation personnel at Site-4 were evacuated - this is also the information received by Bai Bu's mobile phone.

And "fertilizer" is not a golden caravan, but a death row prisoner sent by the Foundation.

They were accused of "staying here until the next day to get your freedom again", when in fact they were just bait to lure the female corpse into Site-4 - so they didn't have a cell phone, and the code on the note they enforced was fake.

Bai Bushu remembered the strange feeling he had when he saw the interception belt with "No Forward", as if a voice in his heart told him that it was dangerous to move forward.

The handwriting on the interception tape is exactly the same as the handwriting on the note, and that handwriting undoubtedly has some kind of power...... Something unreasonably convincing.

So the code on the note makes people read it repeatedly.

The person who wrote the note didn't want to let the "fertilizer" out at all.

Reading the note repeatedly will only make people believe its words and think that they "can't leave".

They are doomed to death.

And what about him?

He who is not part of the Foundation staff strayed into this place, and how can he survive with these "fertilizers"?

Bai Buyi scolded in a low voice, and looked at the "flower pot" on the screen in a stiff but by no means slow posture and began to shuttle between the screens.

The end does not need to be explained, it is where it is.

"Why can you see me through the camera? The speed of light is the police, right? ”

Unable to hide, he opened the door and rushed in the opposite direction of the pot.

His figure brushed past the building's only gate, but did not run out.

While that may seem tempting, it's a game that notoriously requires you to go around in circles and get enough distance from the butcher...... Otherwise, there is a high probability that he will be caught up after he goes out, and he will be able to burp and sell candy without any cover around him.

There were more than a dozen scorched black monsters in the corridor, and when they saw Bai Buzhi coming over, they all crossed their arms, as if they wanted to say something to him.

Twenty minutes ago, this situation would probably scare Bai Buzhi, but after knowing the nature of these things, Bai Buzhi's eyes didn't move when he looked at them.

He didn't try to get any more information from them, the note contained enough information.

Like a Minion on a banana peel, he almost slid down the hallway.

The charred black monsters that fell behind him let out a cry of surprise, as if trying to catch up with him—but the cry quickly turned into a scream of terror.

Apparently, the female corpse known as the flower pot has already caught up.

But what Bai didn't expect was that the screams farthest away from him didn't disappear.

Did the female corpse suddenly repent, or?

With a glimmer of hope, Bai Buzhi turned his head and glanced at it, and this glance was like a slap in the face.

Suddenly repentant, the female corpse didn't even look at the scorched black monsters, and rushed straight at him.

Look at people, there are many pursuits for life, you have to eat fresh, and people won't touch a bite of leftovers!

Bai didn't dare to look at it again, and stepped up the stairs to the second floor step by step.

The map he had memorized had worked at the moment, and the information he had now gave him some idea of where he should go at the moment.

The building is small, there is only a greenhouse on the second floor, and the doors are all open, but there are no charred monsters inside.

This is not surprising.

The things contained on the second floor were not ordinary flowers and plants, and even if they had been corroded like that by the flower pots, those charred black monsters did not want to come here out of instinctive fear.

Flower pots are corpses, so how can a greenhouse be a greenhouse.

This is the morgue.