I, Who Started at Full Level, Can Rewrite My Destiny Infinitely

There are only slightly fading blue marks extending from the office in the corridor. There is only a little remnant of these marks, and the color is almost invisible.

Obviously, she did not return to this level.

Jiang Yi stepped up and walked towards the stairwell, he didn't dare to stare at the traces too purposefully, so as not to expose his spiritual vision, Zhao Ran followed Jiang Yi and looked at him curiously, But as long as he doesn't reveal too much, I believe Zhao Ran will also pursue him.

As for what Zhao Ran would guess in his mind, that was his business.

In the black and white field of vision, the clear blue mark has been extending upward along the corridor.

Different from the more dense traces extending from the forensic office, the claw marks extending from below are much sparser, and each group is separated by a relatively long distance.

Obviously, after absorbing the spirituality of those two, the movement of the strange ghost changed from crawling to jumping, and her movements were much more flexible than before.

Jiang Yi pointed to the upper floor, and then began to walk up the stairs.

Zhao Ran showed some surprise on his face, "On the top?"

Jiang Yi nodded without explaining why he was so sure.

Zhao Ran had already consciously held the gun in his hand. Jiang Yi glanced at the gun in his hand and asked, "Are there enough bullets?"

Zhao Ran took out a full magazine from his pocket, indicating that he had a spare.

While putting the clips back into his pocket, he said, "I'm a gunner, if I still can't handle the two clips, then I, a gunsmith, should kill myself with a bullet."

Jiang Yi wrinkled his face, "Don't stand up to this kind of fg, can you, if the car overturns, I will blame your crow's mouth."

Zhao Ran scratched his face in embarrassment, Jiang Yi turned around and continued walking upwards.

The more he walked, the more Zhao Ran felt that something was wrong. Jiang Yi walked up the stairs to the top floor of the sixth floor, and did not go to other floors at all. Could it be that the strange ghost wanted to find an exit?

The top floor is a large meeting room and some small meeting rooms.

The two gradually approached the top floor, Jiang Yi turned his head and glanced at the iron handrail, which was beginning to be covered with a layer of finely crushed ice slag, and a gust of cold air poured down from the top of the stairs.

Zhao Ran quickly moved his fingers to avoid becoming stiff due to the low temperature.

The two stepped on the last step, and the goal was a piece of white snow.

As soon as the stairs come up, there is a large atrium with white walls and ceilings, glass bulletin boards on the surrounding walls, and two pots of green plants in the corners.

At this time, the ceiling and walls were covered with patches of mottled frost, and the glass bulletin boards and emerald green potted plants were all wrapped in a piece of icy white.

It seems that the ability of the other ghosts to freeze the environment has been enhanced.

Jiang Yi's body has already turned on the self-control of body temperature. He estimated that the body temperature here is only about five or six degrees.

Even normal breathing can see the rising white mist.

Now he has experienced the convenience of self-control of body temperature that can only be possessed by the rank of adventure king. It has to be said that this skill is very practical.

However, although he can fully adapt to such a temperature, Zhao Ran is not as lucky as him.

Jiang Yi looked worriedly at Zhao Ran beside him, and saw that Zhao Ran, who was wearing only a short sleeve, was desperately rubbing his exposed arms, and his whole body was still shivering.

Jiang Yi showed a bit of worry, this guy is the main combat force, the blood flow in the body will slow down in the low temperature environment, and the action and reaction will become sluggish when the low temperature continues, even if Zhao Ran is a gunner, He couldn't shoot as fast as his brain could.

It's impossible to go on like this, Jiang Yi took off the long-sleeved sports jacket that he put on when he went out, and handed it to Zhao Ran.

Zhao Ran glanced at the long-sleeved jacket that was handed over, and looked up at Jiang Yi. His huddled body immediately stretched out, and he patted his straight chest vigorously.

"No, buddy, I've practiced before, and the temperature is still bearable, you can wear it, don't freeze."

hehe!

Jiang Yi twitched his eyes and pierced him mercilessly.

"Brother, if your mouth is not trembling, if your mouth is not dripping with snot, I will really believe you. I don't feel cold, so you can wear it."

Zhao Ran, who wants to save face so much, how can he lose face, not to mention that he is the people's policeman, and the five big and three rough are still a practicing family.

Now not only is he as cold as a grandson, but he also wants a student who looks thin and frail to take off his clothes for him. If this matter gets out, where will he put his face?

No, definitely not!

Zhao Ran shook his neck and waved his hands, "No, I really don't..."

He was only halfway through saying this, when Jiang Yi on the opposite side suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the clothes on his shoulders, leading him and threw him down to the side.

Zhao Ran heard a swoosh, and an icy chill almost brushed past his ears.

In the field of vision, a white sharp ice pick as long as a palm suddenly flew over from the side, hit the wall with a bang, and then fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Looking at the icicle on the ground, Zhao Ran felt a chill hit Tianling Gai along his back, and the side of his ear that was brushed just now also felt numb.

He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, as if he wanted to find the sneak attacking figure, but he heard Jiang Yi shouting again from the side, "Low your head!"

Zhao Ran instinctively lay down on the ground, and a gust of cold wind rushed past his back.

"Nimma!"

He quickly propped up his body, raised his hand and raised his gun, and fired a shot in the direction of the attack based on his feeling.

A white shadow flashed across the ceiling quickly, Zhao Ran moved the muzzle of the gun following the fast leaping movement, and fired three shots in a row,

The bullets all missed their targets and hit the ceiling, countless fine ice slags fell from the ceiling one after another.

The pale body on the ceiling folded its limbs at a strange angle, not like a stiff corpse at all, it was moving back and forth at high speed to avoid bullets,

Zhao Ran wanted to shoot, but what followed were two ice picks flying towards him.

The two hurriedly dodged sideways, Jiang Yi rolled on the spot, turned over and got up, and when he looked up, he saw a group of bright blue figures moving quickly in the cold white.

He rushed towards Zhao Ran in a hurry, and pulled Zhao Ran up, "Don't waste bullets, run!"

The two ran wildly in the empty corridor, and ice picks like steel nails flew over from behind from time to time, and the crisp and crisp sound of breaking was like the footsteps of death chasing after them.

Zhao Ran rushed to a small conference room next to him in a few steps. He twisted the doorknob vigorously, but remained motionless.

Depend on!

Zhao Ran cursed secretly in his heart, should we be so particular about the meeting room being closed?