Shalin leaned against the iron cage, he wanted to deliberately lower his voice to Kek, but after careful consideration, he thought it was safer to communicate with a note.

Moreover, it was difficult to ensure that his voice would not be detected by Keck by deliberately changing his voice, so he quickly wrote down the question on the note.

[Do you eat at a fixed time every day?]

"It's probably fixed, someone will send a batch of convenient food over at twelve o'clock, which is similar to what is eaten in the quarantine area. ”

"Are you hungry?"

Keck stared intently at the mask on Shalin's face, not knowing if he was confirming anything, and because he knew that this 'Asr Alliance Special Investigator' was not really deaf and mute, he chose to speak directly.

Shalin finally saw the complicated and profound doubt in Keke's eyes, and quickly turned his face to the side.

[Twelve o'clock, how do you confirm the time?]

"Of course it's confirmed with a mobile phone, didn't you say that you were an alliance investigator, you wouldn't even have a mobile phone, right?"

Keke's merciless words embarrassed Shalin for a while, and only now did he know that only his phone and passport had been taken away, and the others had just been thrown in by Firewall Company employees without even being searched.

However, all civilian signals in the Kappa area are blocked and restricted, even if the mobile phone is not confiscated.

Angelina still suspected that Shalin might have a ghost, so she took away his mobile phone to prevent him from using special signal FM to contact the outside world.

Perhaps it was because Shalin's previous performance was too mediocre, which made Angelina's defense against him limited to this, and she did not mobilize some other methods to keep a close eye on his every move.

But what Sarain didn't know was that Angelina was only doing this because she had a limited manpower.

Continuing to saw the lock with the serrated teeth on the back of the dagger, he felt the level of hunger and judged that it was almost noon.

Because he had just eaten before he was sent to the designated quarantine area by Andy, it was gray and bright, and the time was 5:40 in the morning.

Sharin's schedule is relatively regular, so he can roughly judge the time by his hunger.

Every day between twenty and thirty minutes before leaving work at 12 noon, he must feel hungry.

The rotten door lock had been cut in half with a dagger knife, and Sarin sped up the cutting speed, he needed to get it all done before the medics delivering the food entered Sector E, because he had to concentrate on one thing next.

And this body did not feel tired even if it repeated the same movements for a long time.

Soon, it was time for lunch.

A medic walked in with a cart full of bread and a light yellow-and-white hazmat suit with the word number 98 printed on the front.

He is No. 98, who is in charge of the monitoring room, and because more and more seriously ill patients are being sent to the underground hospital, the underground hospital is seriously understaffed, so he has to be responsible for more work that was not his originally.

But at this moment, No. 98 also feels quite a headache in the face of the irascible disco and chaotic dance scenes.

Originally, his job was to sit in front of the monitors and monitor the situation in each area, and by the way, he was responsible for delivering food to the dishonest 'test subjects', which was originally a boring but generally light job, until they started jumping on the cage.

When the brainwashing music played, Medic 98, who was in charge of monitoring and delivering food, was eager to smash the monitor, because it seriously affected his ability to listen to footsteps while playing games.

So he brought food over as soon as possible, and also wanted to quiet the group by the way.

"Hey, who's playing music!"

"Turn off all the music for me, or I won't have lunch for you!"

"Damn bastard, turn off the music!"

Medic 98 slammed the cage hard, but no one paid any attention to him, and without the order of Team Leader Angelina, he didn't dare to open the cage casually and teach a lesson, so the threat effect tended to be close to zero.

He cursed and threw bread and water in front of each iron cage with a cart.

Just after the medical soldier delivering the food circled around Area E in a fit of rage, he walked to the last single room surrounded by stone walls on three sides, and was about to turn away after throwing down food and water, when a powerful force suddenly appeared behind him, and someone quickly covered his mouth!

"Hmm!"

"Hmm, hmm......"

Medic 98 struggled, his powerful arms clasped around him, making it impossible for him to break free.

He was quickly dragged into the darkness of the monitor's dead end, the protective mask on his head was quickly removed, the cold dagger slashed his throat along the inside of the warm protective suit, and Shalin almost completely copied Andy's technique, completing the throat cutting behind the 98th!

Warm plasma spurted out and splashed all over the ground, but it didn't stick to Sharin's clothes in the slightest.

Medic 98's body twitched twice and declared biologically dead.

Without having time to be afraid, or terrified of taking his life, Shalin stripped off all the equipment and clothes of Medic 98 as quickly as he could, and put them on himself, praying that everything that happened outside the blind spot of the monitor would not be discovered by the firewall company.

He's gambling.

But that's all he can do!

If you do, you will have a chance to save everyone, and if you lose, you will not affect others for the time being.

He put his coat over the corpse, used a cushion to cover the blood on the ground, and when he was done, he quickly stepped out of the cage, straightened his clothes, and pushed the cart out of Area E.

When Shalin walked to the door, directly below the monitor, he raised his right hand and gave him a thumbs up.

'You're doing a great job!'

'We can do it!'

After walking quickly out of Area E, Shalin's heartbeat increased rapidly, and after a while, he was afraid that Shalin would be covered in cold sweat again, and the disgust for the first killing came to his heart at this time.

In a trance, he suspected that all the medics who passed by him were watching him.

Dizziness and vomiting came over him, but when the medic just passed by and no one noticed the abnormality, Shalin gasped vigorously and tried to calm his restless heart.

Gradually coming out of the discomfort, Shalin still remembered his purpose and looked around for the location of the monitoring room.

Although there are enemies everywhere, and the submachine gun on his body gives him a greater sense of security, but he still doesn't take it lightly, although he has dealt with monsters twice, the bad feeling brought by the passing of life of the same race in his own hands will always last longer than that of other lives in his mind.

But Salin knew he had to be up to the good and avoid showing his feet in front of others.

Because at this moment, he is carrying not only the lives of him and Keck, but also the twenty-nine 'comrades in the trenches' who are imprisoned in Area E.

In the face of the firewall employees, there was no pity in Shalin's heart.

He just needs time to get used to.