The chaotic mosaic in mid-air stopped trembling for the first time and froze in mid-air, stunned.
In just half a minute, Bohemia seemed to have lost her support and fell heavily to the ground; all the blood was washed away from her face, even her lips were blue and white, and her body was shaking in waves.
He kept twitching in pain, but he could only squeeze out intermittent sounds from his throat.
"What's going on?" Descartes finally came to his senses, "Are you poisoned?"
Bohemia opened her mouth like a fish out of water, her breathing was light and heavy, and her hissing sound made people panic.
"Can't you breathe?" Descartes was so anxious that he stirred up a dazzling mosaic in mid-air. "It's strange, you obviously didn't eat anything except potato chips and sandwiches, how could you be poisoned——
"
Calculated according to the game time, those two foods were eaten more than 12 hours ago. Even if there is something wrong with them, it would not have taken so long for the sudden onset of such rapid emergency symptoms - "Hold on, I
I still need you to take me out of the copy!" The Descartes spirit circled her, "Think about it, did you eat anything else?"
"No, no..." Bohemia's face turned from pale to purple, as if the oxygen in her blood was beginning to be exhausted: "Save... me..."
How to save her? What kind of poison was it, what method was used, and when did it enter her body?
Descartes has always been keen on enjoying the fun of thinking, but now he felt the trouble of not having an answer. Seeing Bohemia getting more and more painful, it was also disturbed by a rare panic - it faced
Bohemia, who was struggling and rolling on the ground, stared blankly for a few seconds.
Then, from the mosaic-like chaos, a large expanse of snow-white color suddenly emerged - a bare, plaster statue-like head surged up from the chaos, and its mouth stretched into a bottomless hole.
The black hole suddenly swallowed Bohemia's head in one bite.
After struggling and twisting her exposed body a few times, she soon lost strength and became limp and motionless.
It was dark in the conference room. Several tables and chairs that had been knocked over fell to the ground. The dim light coming from the corridor outside faintly stained the messy lines. Snow-white sculpture-like heads seemed to be floating in the darkness.
The same, with her mouth open to an astonishing degree, holding Bohemia's head motionless.
In the dead silence where even breathing has stopped, the only sounds that are distinctive are the ticking hands of the clock hanging on the wall and the whistling of the air.
Descartes has been maintaining the action of "devouring" Bohemia. He can't see the clock, and he doesn't know how much time has passed - watching the dim light coming in from the crack of the half door, the color gradually becomes lighter and brighter.
Finally it turned into a bright white light, and then it realized that morning had arrived.
A footstep walked slowly into the hall outside, passed the conference room, and went up to the second floor. Descartes remained motionless, listening to the footsteps upstairs, turning around a few times, and then walked up the stairs.
Walking down - it seemed that only at this moment did the man notice that the door of the conference room was ajar. He sped up a few steps and hurried over, pushed the door open, and immediately let in the light morning light.
In the conference room.
"Ah, it turns out it's here."
The man stood in the skylight, and even the frizzy hair on his head was illuminated, but his face was hard to see - but there was no doubt that the voice was that of Secretary Beef.
"Um...Miss Winters?"
He took two steps forward and finally asked Descartes to see clearly the mask on his face. He looked at the knocked over tables and chairs around him, and then his eyes fell back on Bohemia's body. He hesitated for a moment.
Adjusted the mask. The Cartesian spirit does not exist in this game, so the NPCs cannot see it at all; in the eyes of the Beef Secretary, the snow-white head that swallowed the Bohemian head is probably completely transparent.
It's just air.
"Really, I died in a conference room without windows... Forget it, I'll bring a fan over later. I didn't expect this method to be really effective." He looked down for a while and shook his head. "She is obviously very beautiful.
Yes, it ended up like this, what a pity... Oh, it turns out the documents are here."
His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed the stack of documents that had been knocked to the ground along with the table: "No wonder he didn't find it - it's Miss Winters. It seems that you also had a premonition in your heart, knowing that you are not safe, right?"
Bar?"
The corpse would not answer, but Secretary Beef still seemed to be unable to hold back and kept talking for a long time. Even though he knew that the person he was speaking to was a dead person, anyone who listened to his tone would
Everyone will feel that there is shyness and admiration hidden in his tone.
"Then I will accept these first. With them, whether it is investigating your death or your past, the focus will be drawn to those criminal organizations..." Secretary Beef sighed, and vomited
He took a long breath. He hurriedly browsed through all the documents, then sorted them out, and said to the person on the ground: "Miss Winters, you are really amazing. I will never forget you..."
"...Then you have to remember my aunt well."
Secretary Beef jumped up from the spot as if he had been pricked by a needle. For a moment, his face was even whiter than the sculpture refined by Descartes. Although there was no difference in his eyes, Descartes was refined earlier.
Just now it quietly let go of its mouth; Bohemia, who slipped out of its mouth, regained consciousness at some point and opened its eyes again.
"You - how could you still be - wrong!" The secretary took a few steps back, breathing loudly through the mask. As if he remembered something, he pulled off the mask and smelled it vigorously, his face even uglier.
He said: "Shouldn't be alive!"
Bohemia slowly stood up with trembling hands and feet, her feet still stained with the mouthful of blood she spat out. Her voice had lost its previous softness and was as dry and cracked as sandpaper. It was almost breathtaking to listen to it.
For her sore throat: "...is it really a problem with the air?"
As he finished speaking, Secretary Beef's surprise suddenly stopped on his face. Except for his breathing, even his eyes stopped moving. Bohemia covered her mouth and nose with one hand, feeling dizzy in waves.
In the middle, I heard the voice of the dungeon host: "Congratulations, you successfully survived to the fourth stage and cleared the mini-game again. Now let me know the goals of the fifth stage: first, find out the secretary's method of murdering you; second,
Survive from the secretary; third, protect yourself until the end of the day. After completing all goals, the prison crisis will be over."
Although the mini-game has been completed, this plot is at a critical moment and cannot be distracted yet - Bohemia gritted her teeth and stood firm on the table and chair, feeling that her internal organs were burning like a fire;
When she was desperately thinking about what Secretary Beef would do next, the snow-white human figure beside her seemed to melt, fell back into chaos, and disappeared.
The Descartes spirit returned to its mosaic shape, and floated up anxiously to claim credit: "How is it, is my mind spinning fast? As soon as I thought about it, I knew there must be something wrong with the air - well, there are smoke rats.
Such……"
After the copy host's voice fell, Secretary Beef immediately regained his consciousness. He looked at Bohemia a few times, and he didn't know whether he was more shocked or more impressed: "...you reacted in time, so you stopped breathing.
Really? But looking at you, you must have inhaled some, right? It seems that not only do you have a good mind, but your physical fitness is also above average..."
He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.
"There are still several hours before work. Fortunately, I decided to come early to check on the situation." He frowned, feeling troubled, and pulled back his smooth and shiny hair: "I originally wanted to avoid doing it myself and let you
A person died here... I didn't have to go to work today. I just had to play the role of an unknowing lover waiting for you in the restaurant in the evening. Why did you make things so complicated? If you don't handle it well now, it's easy.
It will arouse suspicion. If you were saved from death like this, it would have been a very convenient thing for you and me... A smart person like you should know that I can't let you live now no matter what."
"It's convenient for me to die. Why don't you commit suicide?" Bohemia couldn't breathe evenly. Every breath felt like a blade was stirring her lungs, but she still insisted on taunting her. "You want to die?"
My mouth? You should try it."
Even though she said this, she had no idea at all.
There has long been no physical difference between male and female evolutionaries due to gender, but it is different for ordinary people. Not to mention that she did not know what she inhaled - even if the Descartes reacted quickly and isolated the air in time, the inhaled
The foreign body still greatly damaged her lung function.
You can't even breathe without pain, how can you fight with a man whose physical strength far exceeds yours?
Secretary Beef smiled slightly and loosened the collar of his shirt. "I won't be too rough," he said slowly, "I just want to get out of you."
Oh - that's right. He was startled just now because he heard Bohemia's sudden voice. He took a few steps back due to conditioned reflex. Now he was heading towards the door, just in front of Bohemia.
It's blocked.
"You...you still want to lock me in here and do the same trick again?" Bohemia looked around and decided to find out the information first: "What kind of poison did you put in? I obviously didn't smell the smoke.
…”
"Smoke? Poison?" Secretary Beef was stunned, then smiled: "If you want to know, wouldn't it be nice to try it again?"
This time I finished writing earlier than last time, and the writing was smoother than last time! I feel like my condition has recovered a bit...