Quanzai Cone

Even though the watchman ordered me not to supervise Zhijun anymore, [sabot]'s authority was not closed immediately, and the monitoring interface and communication interface were all running normally, and I could still send messages to Zhijun at any time.

But maybe it's because it has been modified.

After all, Zhijun revealed to me a little bit that before Umbrella's visit, he had a hacker adjust my [sabot] remotely.

Thinking about it this way, how many things Zhijun has done in places I don't know... I feel a little delicate.

Informed Zhijun of the news of the evacuation of the counselor position, he said indifferently that it was okay, and reassured me that everything would be fine as usual, but the previous appointment to listen to the record together was put on hold.

Although the contact with Zhijun has not been broken, but he has not returned to the dormitory like his predecessors. The video covering the surveillance screen has been refurbished, from dazed to reading to listening to music to fall asleep. No one came out and the house was empty.

The unstable situation lasted for about two weeks, and with the final confirmation of Mr. Haruto's memory recovery, the undercurrent suddenly surged.

The most obvious change is that Xihaipu has added more manpower to the isolated island.

The security team added outside the watchman system tightly guarded the area where the detainees could move, and even the rest of the island was deterred, much quieter than before.

I poked around a little bit.Except for the guards and the medical point, the rest of the staff in the shelter are not on guard. They must have been held back by the boring life on the island for a long time, and they are all quite keen to share gossip. Thanks to this, I got to know Qing Basic information about the case Mr. Ren is involved in.

——The special drug "Beatrice" secretly developed by Xihaipu had already produced a relatively successful sample, but for some reason, Mr. Qingren suddenly lost control and destroyed the sample and the formula that had not been backed up. Afterwards, all memories were accidentally lost.

The Xihaipu company, which fell short of success, was unwilling to give up this initial achievement. After sending Mr. Haruto to the isolated island for custody, he tried every means to restore his memory and get the formula.

The uncle who revealed the key information to me drank drunkenly and sneered: "That boy Kisaragi is a high-end talent who has returned from studying abroad. He used to get along smoothly in Xihaipu, and he became a 'Beatrice' as soon as he joined the company." 'One of the heads of the project. Now..."

I sat with him on a stone pier in a corner behind the grocery store, looked at the wine bottles all over the floor, and discouraged him: "Drinking too much alcohol will hurt your health, why don't you drink it?"

"It's okay, I'm not drunk!" The uncle muttered irrelevantly, "Dogs don't come to this damn place... If I hadn't been working in Xihaipu for half my life, I wouldn't be able to escape..."

Silently, I watched him "gurgling" down the remaining half bottle of wine, stood up staggeringly, and couldn't tell whether it was self-loathing or a bitter smile.

He said to me: "Run, Miss, before you have time, get as far away from this place and this company as possible—otherwise, life will be over!"

"I want to ask you, how are inmates without counselors generally arranged?" I didn't respond to this advice, and got up and asked.

The uncle glanced at me in a daze, but seemed to be sober, yawned and shook his head.

"Removing the counselor means it's useless...Arrangement? The sea is vast, and they go everywhere..."

Leaving aside the creepy words, he staggered away.

I stayed where I was, touched the still [sabot], and clenched my hands.

Of course, ruling the monarch can solve the crisis, I firmly believe this.However, will he get hurt in the process?The last time Umbrella visited, besides the overdose of sedatives, what had happened to him?He clearly said that he hated pain the most, but he never cared about his own safety when designing the layout...

If I just stayed in the safe zone and waited for the incident to end, Zhijun would definitely come back to me as if nothing had happened, never mentioning the danger I encountered-but I don't like that.

I am capable of protecting him, not just being protected by him.

In addition, the senior who was trapped in the center of the storm with Mr. Haruto... I can't just watch them have an accident.

The branches in February finally sprouted a little greenness. I stared at the leaves rustling outside the window for a while, and when I returned to the dormitory, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

To dive, to dive, to the deepest depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The closed iron gate lay in front of it, rusty, old and frighteningly cold.I was suspended, reaching out and pushing gently.

The door swung open.

In a daze, the "foot" fell to the ground, and I appeared in the endless circular corridor.

On one side of the empty corridor is a hollowed-out railing, leaning on the railing and looking down, there is a strange light that allows the line of sight to see into the depths—the circles of downward rings extend endlessly, as if to Straight to hell.

Silently letting go of the railing, I turned to the other side.

The heavy cell doors were tightly locked with chains, and there were no less than ten of them within the visible range. Considering the length of the circular corridor, the total number was simply tingling.

A long-lost sense of familiarity surged into my heart, and I knocked on the first door with an iron chain. After waiting for a while, there were rustling sounds from the door, and the sound of shackles being dragged to the ground.

At the same time that the person inside the door came out, I also removed the chain that blocked the door outside, and grabbed the handle.

The moment the door was opened, a wind blew up, and the air current blew up the fiercely curly red hair of the person opposite. She suddenly let go of the hand that was rubbing her eyes and laughed, and the shackles collided with each other.

"Have you finally had enough rest?" The girl who was a head shorter than me lazily stretched out her slender wrist clasped with heavy burdens, and stared at me with dark pupils that almost occupied [-]% of her eye sockets. I fell asleep, and I was so bored that I went crazy..."

Letting me loosen the shackles, she put her head close, looked at me, and uttered bad words with a smile.

"I know it all. The isolated island shelter can be solved immediately-as long as it is where people's hearts are, it is our domain!"