"What's closed here is probably the finished product of Edwards' so-called successful experiment... I just saw that the man had a wolf claw that took up half of his arm. And it seems to be quite flexible when used.
Even if it’s not a finished product, it should be considered a perfect semi-finished product, right?”
Can it be inflexible?
Not even scratching her with his claws, he immediately clenched his fist and punched her chest.
Fortunately, she took advantage of the situation and dodged back a little bit to relieve part of the force. Otherwise, with that punch just now, if she didn't get blood on the spot, she would still have to go to the Palace of Hell to report for a walk, right?
"Since he has kept this hand, I believe that what is inside is not unimportant. In this case, our previous guess may be wrong. He obviously doesn't want people to go in, so if something goes wrong, I'm afraid it won't
It's simply destroyed. Our previous hypothesis may actually be true. According to the madman's idea, the crisis measures he may have set up for the experimental database are not crisis destruction, but... release!"
"release!"
The two of them expressed that idea almost at the same time, and their expressions instantly changed.
But such a moment only lasted less than half a second. The two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding, and at the same time looked diagonally behind them, "Oops, we were fooled!"
As soon as Bo Jinghan finished speaking, Mo Huan immediately stepped forward and helped her walk towards the room where Mu Jue was.
But when they arrived there, they didn't see the figure they wanted to see. The guy who was supposed to be lying on the ground, oops, wailing pitifully, was gone.
There was no one around, except for the dim light at the top of the dark room.
"Damn, he really ran away! Let me just say that I have this kind of virtue. No matter how ferocious the lethality is, I can't beat him to the ground, right? But that kid used to pretend to be better than the actor in acting, and he was half dead.
, which made me think that he was injured in the first place and had not yet recovered, and because he couldn’t bear the beating, he could..."
Bo Jinghan didn't lift it up in one breath. He rolled his eyes angrily and secretly blamed himself in his heart.
However, Mo Huan did not expect that she, a person who was good at observing people's emotions, would be deceived by Mu Jue. But when she thought back to the scenes she had seen before, and thought about every microexpression and every word of that boy, she felt...
Can't find any flaws.
This, I'm afraid this can't be explained by good acting skills, right?
Mo Huan has absolute confidence in his professional expertise.
Even in the face of this fact, she still refused to admit that she was deceived by Mou Jue's acting skills: "Maybe he didn't lie to us, but was the one who set the trap to lead us step by step.
Mu Jue is a chess piece. Maybe he is still playing this chess game up to now. And Mu Jue, the chess piece, is afraid that it has one final use before it is discarded by him, so he gave the chess piece to him.
Withdrew... Of course, another possibility cannot be ruled out. The old guy still had a trace of his father's conscience and didn't want to see his son die in this hellish place, so he took him away."
However, she couldn't figure it out. There was no trace of movement around here. How on earth could that person take away Mu Jue?
Still so silent!
Hearing this, Bo Jinghan, who was immersed in self-blame, finally had a glimmer of light in his eyes.
