Every time I play a real game, I want to kick the old attack

It took a long time for Coning, who was shocked by God Without Sheila's joke, to stabilize his emotions.

After all, he has figured out a problem, that is, the more angry he is, the happier he is, and he needs to calm down...

"Do you know which laboratory the fusion potion is in?" Corning asked patiently.

"Now... go..." No. 13's huge pliers pierced through the ceiling and the concrete floor, stepped on the wall with its appendages, and carried Coning lightly to the upper floor.

This corridor is still dimly lit with red emergency lighting. In addition to bloodstains, there are some torn protective clothing and security uniforms in the corridor. The bodies of researchers and security guards are missing.

This kind of atmosphere really made people feel very bad, and Coning looked suspiciously at those empty transparent offices left and right.

Although most of the walls here are transparent, the mess of swivel chairs and filing cabinets has turned into an excellent bunker.

"How is your sense of sight and smell? Can you spot hidden enemies?" Koning asked.

"It's possible... Thermal imaging... But, some of the experimental subjects... have no body temperature." Number 13 replied.

Coning was taken aback for a moment and asked. "Then can you still see the survivors?"

"Here...no."

No. 13's answer made Coning even more nervous.He bent down to pick up a scattered satchel on the ground, put the pyramid of evil thoughts in it and carried it on his back, leaving his hands free to prepare for the next battle.

"Then let's go!"

No. 13 didn't say much, and quickly walked towards the warehouse where the medicine was stored.

Coning felt that this fusion potion was the main research product of this research institute, and it was casually used on experimental subjects like himself who seemed to be one of the ordinary people. It is reasonable that the production volume is very large, so it should not be difficult to find.

The warehouse known to No. 13 also seemed to verify Coning's conjecture. It was just an ordinary air lock with a low level of security.

Now that the power has been cut off, the door of the warehouse has lost pressure and has opened a crack. No. 13 opened it within a few seconds with its large pliers.

Coning followed No. 13 and stood in the middle of the warehouse, looking at the row of open refrigerators and all the broken medicine needles inside, feeling indescribably disappointed for a moment.

all gone...

Who spoiled all this?

"I think... I know where there are potions..."

A somewhat familiar voice sounded behind the two of them, and Coning suddenly looked back.

It was a strange blond man with high cheekbones, freckles, and a mean look.He was wearing a somewhat ill-fitting protective suit, without a hat and mask.

Coning didn't know him, but remembered his voice.

"You're Leslie?"

The other party smiled slightly.

"Yeah, take it easy, we might be able to work together now."

The huge body of No. 13 took a step towards him and growled at him.

But Leslie just took a step back perfunctorily.

"Don't be like this, now the person in charge, Dr. Wen Chen, has turned into a monster. Without me, a researcher, leading the way, you wouldn't be able to find the fusion potion."

"How did you know we were looking for potions? When did you follow us?" Coning asked suspiciously.

He didn't forget the arrogant and stupid attitude of the player when he met him for the first time.

It's really unusual for the other party to look like this now.

"Just now, I was hiding behind those office furniture." Leslie shrugged. "The research institute's protective clothing works very well. It can isolate the smell and temperature. In order to show my sincerity, I took off the hat to see you."

When Coning heard the other party talk about the function of the protective clothing, his heart moved.From the corner of his eyes, he unconsciously looked at the clothes on the corridor floor that he had ignored before.

Of course, he didn't forget the weird existence of Leslie.

"Why are you working with us?"

"Of course it's for you to take me out. The doctor blocked the road, and I can't do it alone." Leslie replied quickly.

Coning looked at No. 13, wanting to hear the opinion of God Without Sheila.

"Then...you lead the way...the fusion potion." Number 13 made a decision in a muddy voice.

Leslie pointed back.

"The doctor released all the test subjects. Many of them hated this laboratory, hated those fusion potions even more, and destroyed all the potions that could be seen. However, they did not destroy the raw materials of the potions. As long as we find smell Dr. Chen's personal computer, if you find out the formula inside, you can synthesize many new medicines."

"You mean you want us to find the mutated Dr. Wen Chen? Why don't you just say let's just empty this laboratory?" Ko Ning asked sarcastically.

"No, no, no. Dr. Wen Chen has set his sights on the exit of the research institute and the outside world. His goal is to replace this world with new humans. The original information is already rubbish to him, and he will not know it for a short time. Thinking that you would take the initiative to go to his original residence, his room is now the safest place."

Coning didn't believe the person in front of him very much, but he had no other good solution at the moment, he could only secretly use the [Pyramid of Evil Thoughts] once.The function of this prop is to absorb the charge of an evil thought within a range of [-] meters nearby, and make the opponent give up this evil thought.When used at this time, the groove of the prop is still empty, which means that Leslie in front of him has no evil intentions?

"Let's go."

The turbid voice of No. 13 helped Coning make a decision.

Since God Has Sheluo felt that there was no problem, and with the feedback from the props, Coning did not raise any opinions.

"It's a smart decision." Leslie smiled lowly, turned around to let the door open, revealing the dim red corridor. "bring it on."

Coning climbed onto the back of No. 13 and followed the behemoth out of the warehouse.

Leslie walked ahead and led the way, looking confident.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Coning put away a protective suit that had lost its owner from the passing ground.

After making sure it was still in good condition, I put it on.

As the head of the institute, Dr. Wen Chen has two residences like everyone else, one is on the ground, which is a garden villa, the other is on the bottom floor of the laboratory, and the highest-level laboratory, and The latest and most important results of experiments are on the same layer.

According to Leslie, Dr. Wen Chen was so focused on his career that he never lived in a garden villa on the ground. All his things were kept in the simple dormitory in the laboratory.

Corning was still wary of Leslie's seemingly unreserved introduction, basically never answered his words, let alone approached him, and kept a safe distance all the time.

Following the other party down the inspection stairs and climbing down a few floors, Coning found that they came to a familiar place.

……

This is the floor where the special observation room is located.A high-security cell where he and No. 13 were held alone is on this floor.

Of course, this is not important now, the important thing is... the two of them are not the only ones being held in those cells.

Except for Corning, the other cells were filled with terrifying creatures similar to No. 13.

For example, the big snake that left the deepest impression on him was the one that could disguise itself with the environment.

"Be careful..." Coning reminded in No. 13's ear.

He believed that the other party should remember this layer.

Leslie led the two towards the other direction of the special observation room, but Coning still felt uneasy.

If those monsters were released from the cage like other experimental subjects, he believed that those monsters would not stay where they were.

Bless the game system, I hope those monsters have gone to the ground to breathe fresh air.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, Leslie finally stopped at the door of a long and narrow corridor with the two of them.

"This was originally the dormitory for the security personnel. No researcher would like to live here, but Dr. Wen Chen is special. He chose the dormitory here in order to take care of the most important part of the experiment at the first time. He lives in the most important part of the experiment. in."

Corning glanced at the corridor. Compared with the space on the upper floors, it is indeed narrower here, a bit like the cabin on the bottom floor of a ship cabin, cramped, oppressive and breathless.And probably this is the part at the end of the edge of the laboratory, the corridor here looks even darker, and the deep end at the end seems to lead to the abyss.

The ominous feeling made Coning grab No. 13's shoulder.

"Leslie, why don't you go first?" Corning asked.

"You guys need the recipe, not me," Leslie said with a smile. "My obligation is to lead the way for you. I am sorry that I cannot help you share other risks."

Seeing that Coning's face became ugly, Leslie said again in a drawn out tone.

"If you want to go back on your word, it's okay, I can find my own way out. After all, I'm not sure whether it's more dangerous to unconditionally promise you to stand in front of the gun or find a way out..."

Before Coning had time to speak, he saw a sharp light flashing past him out of the corner of his eye. He dodged subconsciously, but found that the attack was directed towards Leslie.

The tail needle of No. 13 scorpion tail shot towards Leslie.

Leslie didn't react that fast at all, and was stabbed in the chest by the spike.

The massive amount of venom sizzled his protective suit and corroded his skin.

Leslie screamed, and fell limp to the ground.

"There's no... value, go to hell..." No. 13 narrowed his evil red eyes, as cold as a real cold-blooded animal.

For a moment, Coning couldn't tell whether it was No. 13 or God Without Sheila who was talking.

What was even more astonishing was that at the back, Leslie's originally human-shaped skin and flesh quickly spread out like some kind of fungus composed of blood vessels, without any human appearance.

Corning asked No. 13 in disbelief.

"Is this the effect of your venom?"

"No." Number 13 immediately denied it.

"Then what is this?" Coning asked in horror. "I clearly used the Pyramid of Evil Thought just now, why didn't I report back his malicious intentions?"

"...a kind of... camouflage." Thirteen walked over and looked at the wreckage of 'Leslie' on the ground for a moment. "It's not the body, maybe it doesn't have thoughts...or...no evil thoughts at the moment."