Quanzai Cone

"There are six buttons in total, which should correspond to six floors." I replied.

The control room is not very big, half of the space of fifty square meters is occupied by the machine. I carefully inspected the console several times and confirmed that it is enough to light up only the six buttons in the central part.

Zhijun's voice came through the communicator, a little distorted: 【Understood, I'm on the first floor.Miss, is there any danger there? 】

I finally took the time to look at the corpse by the elevator door, maintaining the posture of raising hands to press the floor, and stabilized my tone.

"It's okay, a high-level person died in the control room, and there is no movement yet." I raised the gun and refilled it with two more bullets, and said to Zhijun, "I have smashed his head."

Zhijun responded, reminding me to pay attention to the corpse at any time, and fell silent for a while.

I stood sideways in front of the console, maintaining the posture of aiming the gun with one hand and preparing to press the button with the other. After waiting for a few minutes, the communicator turned on again.

[It seems that both sides need to operate the mechanism at the same time. 】Zhijun's tone was relaxed, and he began to count down, 【Three, two, one, press—】

I slapped the first button and the green light came on.

Zhijun smiled and said: [Solution, next one. 】

I couldn't help but bend my eyes, and looked at the corpse out of the corner of my eye. Seeing that it remained motionless, I couldn't help panting silently.

The second layer took a little longer. After successfully lighting up the second button, I asked with some concern: "Are you all right? Has the monster caught up?"

Zhijun was still calm, and the sound of footsteps recorded together accelerated a lot: 【It's getting more and more lively.The mechanism became complicated and delayed for a while. 】

"...Be careful." I was powerless and could only comfort him dryly.

the third floor.

This time it took 15 minutes for Zhijun to contact me, followed by a whining and roaring voice, his breathing was a little messy, and he replied concisely: [The third floor is successful, I will go to the fourth floor. 】

When the call ended, my heart tightened, and I also heard rustling noises in the silent control room.

I suddenly turned around and raised my gun with both hands. Gritting my teeth, I saw the corpse next to the elevator "hanging" in a weird posture that completely violated human common sense.

Obviously the head has been smashed, it stands to reason that the virus should no longer be able to control the body——

Sticky swelling sounds exploded one after another, and a flower of flesh and blood stretched out from the messy head of the corpse, and countless sawtooth frictions opened and closed, making sharp and piercing noises.

The monster's "stamen" that seemed to replace the eyes slowly turned towards me.

Exhaling lightly, I clenched my gun and rushed forward.

[Cracking mechanism... Minutes, it's not convenient to talk...Miss, estimate the time yourself. 】Perhaps because of the closer to the top floor and the widening distance from the control room, the voice from Zhijun began to be intermittent.

I sideways to avoid a snap, panting and holding down the communicator.

"There is a problem with the signal. Zhijun, how long will it take?"

The voice on the other side temporarily stabilized: [25 minutes. 】

Dodging another attack, I fired three shots in a row to force the monster back. I didn't mention the change here to Zhijun, but said: 【Received! 】

Relying on the special field of vision provided by the digital ghost, the bright red countdown marked by consciousness flickered in the corner of my eyes, distracting part of my attention.In order to prevent the monster from getting close to the console and destroying the mechanism, the range I can dodge is very limited. I stayed on the left and right until the last minute, and finally took the time to change out the submachine gun.

Fifty rounds of full-capacity magazine bullets poured out, and half of them hit the core of the flower, forcing it to scream, and its tentacles swung wildly, hitting my chest.

"Cough, cough cough!" I staggered back and bumped into the operating table, ignoring my injuries, and pressed the fourth button with my backhand.

The countdown in the field of vision flashed three times, and the writing disappeared.

The severely injured monster rushed over with a roar, and at the same time, the communicator lit up.

【success. 】Zhijun informed me of the result in a steady voice, and asked, 【Miss, has your problem been resolved yet? 】

Sure enough, even if I didn't say anything, he just noticed the abnormality.

I firmly replied: "Small problem, I can solve it before you solve the next level of mechanism."

Zhijun smiled, and replied with great interest: [Then let's have a competition.I'm going. 】

"Kacha" put on a new magazine, I rolled forward, tripped over the monster that was pounced on me, stretched out the muzzle and aimed at the back of its head, and emptied the bullets in one go.

Flesh and blood splattered, the monster did not move.

I got up in embarrassment, kicked it away and walked to the console, announcing to the communicator: "I won!"

Zhijun, who was still working on the mechanism, didn't respond to me, so I didn't care, and stared at the button to count the time.

Four 10 minutes, the green light is on.

It seemed that Zhijun who was under siege had no time to say more, but the signal was getting worse and worse, and even a short sentence was transmitted at random, and it was impossible to hear what he said.

"Hello, hello? Zhijun, can you hear me?" I moved the communicator to my ear uneasily, but there was no response.

The echo of the electric current made my heart sink.

There is only one last button left.

There was silence, I leaned on the operating table, my thoughts were confused, and I bit my lip tightly.

To make matters worse, there seems to be a time limit for the operation of the control room. When I was in a daze, the red warning light came on and the cold and familiar sound came out.

[The restart time is not enough, enter the countdown.Ask researchers to speed up. 】

Under the red light, I swallowed the bloody smell in my mouth, and closed my eyes hard.

... If you calculate the additional time for cracking the mechanisms on each floor, the sixth floor should be... six 10 minutes!

Will Ji-kun notice this as much as I do?As long as the time interval can be locked tacitly, the mechanism can be successfully activated even without a communicator——

At the last moment of trust in gambling, I clenched my trembling hands and recalled the campus life inappropriately.

In physical education class, the teacher once played a game: choose a person to stand on a high platform and fall backwards, and the companions stretch out their arms to catch them.It's a very simple process, the only difficulty lies in the trust between the two parties. If you can't firmly believe that you will be caught, people on the high platform will not dare to jump.

At that time, I was stupid and raised my hand to be the first person on stage, but when I fell down, I was not caught, but fell into the sand.

During those days, I was being squeezed out by the girls in the class. I thought I could use the game to ease the relationship, but the ending told me clearly, stop dreaming, they don't need me to join.

Lying dizzily in the sand, I listened to the teacher scolding the girls who had dispersed, and raised my arms to cover my eyes in embarrassment. After a while, I jumped up and fought with the leading "big sister".

In the end, I was called the parents as expected.

On the way home, my parents encouraged me firmly: "Don't be afraid to approach others, there are always good people in the world!"

--"do not be afraid".

As if falling into the air again, I suddenly felt weightless.In this illusion of wandering, I opened my eyes and tapped the sixth button.

Green light!

The door next to the console slowly slid open, and there was a sound of the elevator landing.I walked over in disbelief, raised my eyes and saw the figure waiting in the elevator, and suddenly, my five senses settled down.

There was a scar on Zhijun's left eye, but the blood-soaked kite eyes were smiling.I couldn't help but run to him and into the elevator.

Greeting me, he held out his hand to hold my wrist, and said with a smile, "Nice job."

I was shocked and laughed happily and brightly.