[Quick Wear] Full-level heartthrobs can't fall in love

The hand wrapped in cloth strips took away the identity card from the pocket of the fallen man, traces of blood dripped on the snow-white tiles.

In the bright corridor, the young man walked barefoot, with a thin face looking around vigilantly, holding the crystal knife tightly in his hand against his chest, like a beast ready to go, ready to swing the knife out at any time.

Since he was still staying in the lair of the drug lord organization, it would not be too difficult to leave here.

Jin Yang once gave him the topographic plan of his lair, and now Wen Xiaobai's position is in the lower right corner of the picture, in the red area marked as the clown's chassis. There are five rooms in this passage.

When Song Yi led him through the passage, he had passed several doors that could only be opened by swiping a card. After a simple analysis, Wen Xiaobai probably guessed which ones were closed rooms and which ones were transition rooms connected to other spaces.

In addition to the guest room that just came out, there is also a clown's collection room, an office and two transfer rooms.

Wen Xiaobai stopped in front of a door.

The only thing that is uncertain right now is the orientation of the floor plan.With luck, behind this door is Song Yi's collection room, through which you can directly reach his office.

This is the room where Jin Yang found the information before.

but if you are unlucky

If he entered the transfer room by mistake, then Wen Xiaobai would face a group of fully armed judges.

Regardless of whether his life can be saved, he will never have a chance to get information.

Wen Xiaobai put his hand on the doorknob, calmed his breath and pressed the handle.

"Ding—the fingerprint is wrong, please try again."

Um?And a fingerprint lock?

He froze in place, and after a long time of calculation, he failed to realize that Song Yi had actually set a fingerprint password in his own territory.

What a wonder.

But since a password is required, the room in front of him can only be a collection room.

As for the fingerprints, Wen Xiaobai turned around and walked towards the room where he came. Song Yi touched things a lot earlier, and it was more than enough to extract a fingerprint.

The lock was rusty, and the whole door frame shook non-stop when the door was opened.

Wen Xiaobai withdrew his hand.The bright lights in the corridor did not illuminate the room, and his position was like an invisible boundary, dividing the two areas.

After groping up and down the wall next to the door with his hand, he turned on the switch.

Following a burst of blinding light, Wen Xiaobai squinted his eyes, subconsciously covering his forehead with his hands.

The light inside the room was obviously much stronger than the light in the corridor. Before putting down his hands, Wen Xiaobai was still thinking, why should a collection room be so bright.

Until you see everything that is displayed in front of you clearly.

His heart skipped a beat.

If we say that what we saw in Chen Shuo's house before was the leftover juice in bottles and jars, then what is displayed here is the artworks collected by noble artists.

This is a place that contains evil. The world has abandoned him, but his soul is imprisoned here forever.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of potion, thanks to Chen Hong, Wen Xiaobai was particularly sensitive to the smell of formalin.

Except for the front and back doors, this room is completely closed, and there are not even windows. The pungent smell that Wen Xiaobai stepped into made him frown frequently.

There is obviously no one else here, but it can feel that many people are staying here.In the experimental container with a cold light is the stolen body of someone else.

Wen Xiaobai suddenly remembered the information that had been passed along in the plot, Liu Jiu, the boss of the previous drug lord, was keen on doing human experiments.

With Song Yi's ability, it is impossible to obtain so many organs and tissues. This may have been Liu Jiu's territory.

But now, it's also Song Yi's.

His fingertips slid across the table, the cold touch seemed to be someone's breath, and there was still a little blood in the pool on one side.

Wen Xiaobai stopped suddenly. He took two steps back, looked at the little human statue he had just stroked, put his hand on it again, and rotated it clockwise.

In the next second, the table in front of me suddenly opened to both sides, and a rectangular iron platform rose from the hollow.

It's an anatomy table.

The upper body and head of the woman remained above the dissecting table. Her pupils were dilated and she stared at the roof. Her lower limbs were gone, and the limbs of animals were connected.

Even though it is known from the description of the system that there will be scenes of human experiments, the feeling of seeing and hearing is completely different.

You can't imagine a young girl whose lower body was replaced with a dog's lower limbs. She must have been so desperate and collapsed when she was being experimented with. It must be very painful to watch her lower body detach from her body and see the animal part merge into herself.

Wen Xiaobai stepped forward and slowly smoothed her wide eyes.

He could do nothing, neither save her nor entrust her here.

After a while, Wen Xiaobai took out his mobile phone and recorded all the images in the entire laboratory, then turned the figurine again to hide everything he saw just now.

He was shocked by all the bloody things.

What Wen Xiaobai felt more creepy than the corpses left behind was that everything here was too clean.

There is no dust, no smell of corruption, and the water in the upgraded formalin is so clear.The medicines and scalpels in the cabinet are all placed in such an orderly manner.And the fresh blood you've just seen, it all means one thing.

Experimentation continues here.

Not long ago, some lives died in a strange land on the border of the motherland.

Wen Xiaobai didn't dare to look any further, he walked quickly to another door, and opened the door of the new room with the fingerprint he just obtained.

The lights dimmed in an instant, and under the dim vision, an office full of European and American retro atmosphere came into view.

Everything here is not so much in line with Song Yi's temperament, it's more like the clown's favorite place, and he has already smelled his crazy bloodthirsty breath before stepping into it.

Gorgeous and exaggerated, the small office is full.

The European-style retro curtains facing Phnom Penh completely cover the floor-to-ceiling windows connected to the ordinary office area outside, and the wandering crystal lamps hanging high in the ceiling are glowing red, and the gorgeous atmosphere instantly becomes gloomy like a dilapidated old house in the 19th century British and American countries. The abode of vampires.

Directly behind the office chair was a huge photo of a clown. The cold and aloof eyes under the mask were full of calm, but the madness in his eyes couldn't be faked no matter how hard he tried.

With just one glance, Wen Xiaobai recognized that the face under the mask in this photo was Song Yi.

No, it is not sure whether his name is Song Yi or not.

It would be more appropriate to call him a clown.

The bookshelf next to the photo was full of ancient English books, and Wen Xiaobai took out one casually.

empty.

Just as he thought, how could a person like a clown know how to read?