She stroked her cheek with her right hand and slowly moved down, feeling the body in her arms like strings touching different hardnesses at different locations. This stiffness reached its maximum when Disani's fingers were about to reach into her collar.
.
"Let me go," Heerrou said with her head lowered. Whether it was her struggling body or her deep voice, in a very rude manner, she grabbed Dishani's hand and said, "Stop it."
"Allow me to refuse." Dishani did not obey Heerrou's words. With her flexible body, she completely ignored Heerrou's growing strength, and inserted her fingers into her collar with a strong posture, like crocodile skin.
A rough touch came from his fingers.
As if she touched some switch, Dishani could feel a sudden sinking. Haerrou seemed to have completely relaxed her muscles. Before she could say anything, she suddenly relaxed again. Her muscles could be felt through her clothes.
The squirming appeared again, but it was completely different from before.
"Let go." Heerrou said coldly and pushed away Dishani's hand. She exerted all her strength in an orderly manner and squeezed out of Dishani's arms like a raptor: "Are you satisfied now? Okay.
Now, it’s time to unlock it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Haierrou took out a knife and cut and stroked it. A thin metal wire was pulled out, and the remaining part was ruthlessly thrown into the trash can on the side.
"It was put in when we took the sample. It should be usable." The tone was very calm, but the face hidden by the short hair was as cold and gloomy as a corpse hidden in the shadows.
"Helrou?" Dishani took the metal wire but didn't do anything.
"Huh? Do it?" Haier leaned against the wall and said in an indifferent tone: "If you can't do it, I will use a gun to break the door lock."
"You were injured because you were trying to save us, right? And your eyes." Dishani said and stood side by side with Heerrou.
"Huh? No, it's just an emergency situation of the mission. By the way, can you stay away? It's very hot." Haierrou said, moved half a step to the side, and before her feet even touched the ground, she was kicked out.
Shani turned over and pushed against the wall with her arms.
"I don't hate your scars." Dishani said seriously.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Heerrou turned her head away disdainfully, but Dishani stubbornly leaned into her ear, "Just like you did before."
"What the hell are you doing!" Haerrou bit her lips and tried to push Dishani away, but she was pressed further against the wall with her body.
Haerrou frowned and wanted to reach out, but before she finished speaking, Dishani grabbed both hands, and then came from behind her and used her left hand instead of a handcuff to tightly block Haerrou's hand.
wrist.
"Let me go!" Heerrou twisted, but felt that Dishani's hand was as firm as an iron pincer, and she couldn't help but cursed in anger.
"Asshole, let go. If I had known better, I should have worn an exoskeleton and beat you up..." But before he could finish speaking, he felt a hand like a loach burrowing in from under his shirt, touching his lower abdomen covered with polyps and scars.
The caressing on her skin was both comfortable and creepy. The completely opposite experience was like a heavy load of electric shock that went straight from her feet to her head, making her feel like every hair in her body was trembling.
"Let me go!" Haerrou's deep voice was mixed with the crunching sound of teeth.
"Does it hurt?" Dishani ignored her, but kept moving her fingers, lower abdomen, side waist, back, ribs, clavicle. Even the skin that had lost most of its nerves could not ignore such delicate touches.
Haierrou's body changed between tightness and relaxation several times in just a moment, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"It doesn't hurt at all!" Haerrou twisted desperately, but she couldn't break free of the shackles named Dishani. She became so angry that she wanted to use dirty tricks like stepping on her feet and kicking her crotch, but her newly formed movements also lost their momentum.
, before a subconscious groan came out, the lips that had just been opened were bitten hard.
"Ugh!! Uh-huh!!! (Get out! Let me go!)" Haierrou shouted loudly but was silenced into an obscene murmur. She wanted to push but couldn't, and even if she wanted to curse, she couldn't. Since then,
After becoming a submarine, Haerrou, who had never been so aggrieved even in the interrogation room, felt that her eyes were rapidly heating up.
"Crunch..." The vibrations passed through the bones, and the strong smell of blood went straight to her forehead. When Dishani groaned, Haerrou finally understood what she had done, panicked and wanted to push her away, and then apologized.
Haerrou's tears fell like bead curtains on her eyelashes, and finally, unknowingly, she completely collapsed in Dishani's arms.
"I won't hate it at all."
Dishani spoke slowly, but in exchange, Heerrou pushed her hard.
"What are you talking about? Girls should find someone to marry." Haerrou muttered, her face still blushing but turned to one side.
"Oh? You're right." Dishani smiled and was slapped in the face by a piece of clothing that Haerrou grabbed casually.
"Go and unlock the door! Otherwise, I'm going to rob it!" Haierrou said angrily.
"Understood." Dishani smiled and handed the clothes back and walked to the closed door. 3
"Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm not telling you that the locks you've seen before are all very crude things, right?"
"Can you really open this antique that is much more advanced than yours?"
As if to cover up her previous gaffe, Haerrou complained endlessly to Dishani while arranging the wrinkled shirts and jackets, but her eyes were fixed on Dishani's unlocking action, as if she wanted to check every item.
Every detail comes into view.
"Gaba"
"Physical locks always lead to the same goal, right?" Dishani smiled and threw the metal wire in her hand into the trash can, showing off the huge U-shaped lock that had been opened.
"Hey. It's just an old antique. What's so impressive about it? I just grabbed it and opened it all at once." Haerrou curled her lips and walked into the closed processing room at the lead.
"It's really big. Are all the buildings here like this?" Dishani looked around curiously.
"It's okay. Compared to my place, it's pretty average, but as a waste disposal room, it's really too big." Haierrou said, opening a thick yellow bag and looking at it. It was full of needles.
: "There's a lot of waste, don't you think? These things should be disposed of every day, right?"
"I'm not sure about that. The only tools our doctors have are a knife for bleeding, a rope for stopping bleeding, and a soldering iron for cauterizing wounds."
Dishani said casually, but Haerrou shuddered from the bottom of her heart.
"Then your patients are really unlucky."
"Yes, fortunately our sword rarely needs their help." Dishani said with a smile: "Speaking of which, isn't there a light that lights up when pressed?"
"Are you talking about electric lights?" Haierrou shined a flashlight on the ceiling, but found that there was not even a light bulb: "It doesn't seem like there is one. Who knows what the designers were thinking."
Dishani looked around helplessly and said, "That's really troublesome. With such a large area, it would be difficult to find it if you just want to hide, right?"
"Yeah, try your best to find it." Haierrou used a flashlight to shine on this room full of columns, scolding the designer ten thousand times in her heart, what is in her mind? Just make a processing room as big as a garage.
, and created so many partitions, are you determined to make it difficult for people who want to find things? Without lights, slowly eliminating the lighting area with a flashlight in such an environment is simply a drop in the bucket!
"This is the only way." Dishani said, picking a blue bag with the sword in her hand, looking at the bloody bandage inside, and moved to the next one speechlessly.
"Hey, I seem to have discovered something?" Haierrou said excitedly, pointing to the ground.
"What is this?" Dishani looked at the remaining mucus on the ground with some surprise. It was not difficult to see the traces one by one. They were the traces left by something covered with strips.
"*** are the traces left by our target!" Haierrou pointed to the footprints in her eyes and said affirmatively. Yes, in her opinion, these are footprints. Normally, when looking at normal people's footprints, they look like historical footprints.
Judging from the traces of Lem's footsteps, the thing that left these footprints must be his target.
"The slime looks very fresh, chase!" Dishani wiped the ground with her index finger and rushed out.
"knew!"
Da da da
Da da da
Time flies, and the footsteps continue to advance deeper, but each step makes the two people's confidence lower and lower. First, the footprints are becoming more and more chaotic, making it impossible for the two to determine which path they should continue to follow.
The important thing is that they have absolutely no way to prevent the target they are looking for from entering the uninvestigated area into the investigated area.
"It's like doing useless work!" Haierrou said with a headache: "I feel that I was too naive to be so excited before."
"Yes, can you think of any solution?" Dishani frowned and slowed down.
"There is no way." Haierrou spread her hands: "I have already retired, and the weapons on my body were accidentally concealed last time. Otherwise, I can catch her by simply scanning one side with the vital sign scanner.
"
"That's right, we can only look for it slowly." Disani nodded and said, "Can that guy heal the scars on your body?"
"I don't know, I came to her to treat my eyes." Haerrou said thoughtfully: "But when you mention it, it seems that there is hope for the scars on my body."
"Well, it's best if it can be cured. I don't hate it if it can't be cured." Dishani smiled.