"It's really accurate..." Feng Bubu looked at the expressionless Jian Jian in front of him and resisted the urge to shout, "Then we just need to quickly go to the first floor -"
At this point, she suddenly stopped again, showing an annoyed look: "Hiss...that's not right, but the tyrant is over there."
Jian Yi looked at her quietly without saying a word.
She pondered for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "What if we take the south passage?" Then she denied the question, "That's not possible, there's not enough time."
"It's indeed a thorough thought," Jian Yi nodded, his expression unchanged, and he still held on to the railing. "But I personally think there is another way - to stand still."
"But we only have five minutes."
"What are you afraid of?" Jian Yi chuckled, "He's not a system. If he says five minutes, it's five minutes?"
He straightened up and continued: "He is testing our bottom line, so we can naturally test his bottom line. In the same way, he is testing the weight of the vaccine in our hearts, and we can also test the weight of this child in his heart...
…”
"Testing? But...the initiative is in our hands after all."
"It's hard to say... Ever since Andrew Priven put forward the five-minute condition, he has put himself in a position to "take the initiative,"" Jian Yi sneered, "This old slicker is just waiting for us to take the bait. Once
We are anxious, so it is us who are passive, not him. After all, he knows more about the research center than we do, and this is his home field."
"As for the test I mentioned," he repeatedly knocked on the railing, "if this child's position in his heart is really that important, then we will have the absolute initiative. On the contrary, if he is just a chess piece, we will
Just take violent measures to attack... After all, it is impossible for such an old fox to negotiate with you sincerely, let alone give you the vaccine."
"Isn't that the same as breaking up and not breaking up?" Feng Bujie, with black lines on his head, complained: "Looking at it this way, it's the difference between beating early and beating late, right?"
"Then why would the system send you a gun?" Jian Jian shrugged, waiting for the five-minute time limit to come, "But there are still differences, for example... he might be in a hurry."
With Jian Yi's last tap on the railing, the five-minute time limit had expired. The laboratory was extremely quiet, and nothing special happened.
"Is it really just a threat..." Feng Bucai sighed, "But if he runs away with the vaccine next -"
"Impossible." Jian Yi started to load the hk416, and then looked at the water below the high platform, which was making waves without the wind. "If he wanted to run away, he would have run away early, and he would never waste time talking nonsense with us here."
How could such a ruthless person who would not even spare his own flesh and blood be hesitant on a matter of life and death?
At the same time, the boy suddenly stopped what he was doing. He raised his head slightly, looked around, and said with a vigilant look: "The injection uncle is here."
But they didn't hear the footsteps.
"What do you mean?" Feng Bucai frowned, turned around and asked, "I didn't hear the sound either... Hey, kid, how did you know..."
But before she finished speaking, the boy immediately hugged his head. He squatted on the spot, motionless, as if he was scared, but he did not tremble. He assumed this posture as fast as if he had practiced it many times.
, it seems like this is not a reaction, but more like a... habit.
"Did you see something? Or is it because of... biological clock?" Jian Yi tilted his head. If he makes the same action at the same time and place for a long time, then his biological clock is likely to adapt to this move, allowing him to
This action occurs instinctively at a specific time and place.
But more likely is another scenario.
Because now they both feel that the steel plate under their feet is constantly vibrating, and the elevated structure supporting it is shaking slightly, which is obviously affected by the vibration of the ground.
The dull sound of footsteps was too obvious.
The two of them looked at the entrance behind them at the same time. The strange footsteps clearly did not belong to the "tyrant", but to a smaller creature.
The footsteps were messy, the speed was average, and the strides were a bit long... They looked like humans, but there seemed to be something different.
There seemed to be a strange low growling sound.
"How...how could this happen?" Jian Yi rubbed his eyebrows and quickly took two steps back. Holding the hk416 with the safety off in both hands, he aimed at the deep and dark entrance, "Back off."
Feng kept trying to pull the boy up, but he refused to move, just squatting there with his head in his hands. She could only forcefully drag the boy back two steps, and retreated to the huge display with Jian Yi.
behind the screen.
"Do you think so?" She hurriedly loaded the gun and said casually, "This seems to be...a zombie, right?"
Although the script is nominally based on the setting of Resident Evil, it is obvious that the zombies did not cause them much trouble.
But if it is a zombie, there is a very contradictory thing: the zombie will only be activated by blood, and the rest of the time should stand still or walk slowly. Although the footsteps do not sound very fast, for zombies, this is obviously
Not a normal speed.
"There's no blood...it doesn't look like the speed is activated..." Jian Yi narrowed her eyes, "I was quite panicked when I heard the footsteps."
"Tyrant?" Feng kept thinking about it, but quickly rejected this guess, "The voice can't be so small..."
Jian Yi nodded thoughtfully: "The voice sounds like a human, but with this pace and a roar..."
"It can only be humans who are not completely infected." He looked at the darkness in the passage and tightened his grip on the vertical handle.
"I...Chris..."
A low hoarse roar came from the deep passage, familiar yet unfamiliar. The voice was unclear and only a few words with distorted pronunciation could be heard clearly.
He is getting closer.
Feng kept looking around, then reached out and pressed the switch of the passage light.
Compared to passive,
Soon, he, or rather it, was exposed to the light.
"Oh?" Jian Yi was quite surprised. He and Feng kept looking at each other, "How could it be him..."
A fat man held on to the wall of the passage and moved forward with difficulty. Thick plasma continued to flow from his eyes, causing half of his face to look bloody.
He dragged his right leg and continued to walk forward. Blood dripped from his trousers, forming a long red line. It could be seen from the holes in his trousers that his right leg had been hit by a bullet.
"This..." Feng Bujie had participated in many single-player competitive dungeons after all, so he was not frightened by this disgusting scene.
Although she was well prepared, the sudden appearance of this person still surprised her.
"Chris... vaccine... mole..." He kept repeating words of unknown meaning, approaching the three of them step by step.
