Monster Collector [Unlimited]

meeting room.

Murders, deaths, entrapments, lost civilizations, these ominous accidents cast a shadow over this scientific journey.

The heads of various departments are discussing intensely what to do next, and some of Mo Daocheng's previous translations of the slate have also been projected on the big screen.

The death of the geologist caused an uproar, which directly showed that other people in his faction had a tougher attitude. On the one hand, they demanded that the murderer be found and severely punished, and on the other hand, they supported the launch of the second drone investigation.

"In any case, we have triggered the crisis that the deep sea civilization warned us, not to mention that there have been no more cases since the outbreak of black mole disease, no one can guarantee whether this is the calm before the storm, we must get more information."

"There are not many left and right resources, and waiting is death. It is better to explore with all your strength and put them to death, so as to have a future life."

"I'm just thinking that if we are destined to die here, at least we need to investigate more things, so that the rescue team can get more first-hand information later."

While the people on the opposite side responded, they couldn't help looking at the chief who seemed to be in deep thought from the corner of his eye.

In just a few days, his originally gray hair has turned half white, and deep scratches climbed up his forehead. At this time, he half-cast his eyes and focused on the documents in his hand, as if he was out of the quarrel.

Xie Changli was also observing him.

He was leaning on the sofa next to the conference table, with a fever-reducing patch on his forehead, and Du Ya stuck to his side in a rare way, urging him to drink more water from time to time.

Even the haggardness in the illness only added a bit of beauty to him, causing many people to subconsciously look at him a few more times.

This appearance is also due to the aftereffects of triggering hallucinations, which are more serious each time. This time not only has a splitting headache, but also an unavoidable rise in body temperature, which even startled Dedmond and almost regarded him as an atypical mole disease. Patient pulled to isolation.

Admittedly, such a geologist's nemesis reacted more violently to his death than anyone else.

But his facial expression, his demeanor, and his behavior, did not have the elation or guilt after too many crimes.

On the contrary, this posture looks more like nostalgia, with a sense of tragedy.

The chief spoke with this attitude: "I support the second drone inspection. More data will help us study and prevent black mole disease."

As soon as this remark came out, many people were surprised, after all, this person is notoriously stubborn.

So this is an emotion created to change sides?

Xie Changli thought to himself.

In any case, after the leader who was the most resistant quickly turned his back, the remaining people could hardly stand firm and supported the development of new projects one after another.

The specially-made deep-sea drone was released again, and the photos seen along the way were continuously sent back to the special scientific working group.

"A major discovery is another gold-edged slate."

"This is probably a place of religious ceremonies."

"The slabs are too broken to be legible."

"A lot of unreadable words, what does Dr. Mo say?"

Xie Changli's spirits were lifted by the newly-appeared gold-edged slate, and his lips twitched: "Doomsday Cult."

That was the text symbol he had seen in the diary in the hallucination before, and more explanations proved that this was the altar of the Doomsday Church!

"hiss."

When thinking of all this, Xie Changli frowned again, the intense pain was like an awl piercing into the brain from the ear canal and stirring violently.

The captain's voice became blurred: "The photo of the front of the altar has been taken."

Xie Changli supported the sofa with one hand, raised his head, tried to open his eyes wide, and vaguely saw the stick-drawn eyes above the altar, which looked like a child's drawing.

The logo of the Doomsday Church... is also the pattern on the nursery rhymes in the notebook!

Perhaps this identity was originally a member of the Doomsday Church, and the Doomsday Church was behind the black mole disease, and his killing seven people was the way to carry out the Doomsday Church's ultimate call for sacrifice.

woo-

The shrill siren interrupted his thoughts, and everyone in the meeting hall immediately jumped up from their seats, looking for the nearby emergency air breathing apparatus.

Less than half a minute later, the location of the fire was announced.

Rao is as tough as the captain, and his face turned livid when he heard this position. He knew that there was no fire drill today, and this was a real challenge.

What's more frightening is that the location of the fire is their food storage, an important resource for surviving in the deep sea for more than two months.

Fortunately, everyone has undergone rigorous training.

When the fire broke out, the power supply had been cut off immediately, and nearby responders had already carried out preliminary treatment with simple fire extinguishers. The duty team quickly put on firefighting suits and headed to the target location.

The captain personally took the thermal imager to the smoky food storage room to guide the firefighting.

"Du Ya, go to the activity room to check the scene." Xie Changli took advantage of the chaos to let the raven fly, and followed the large army by himself.

When he arrived, Mo Daocheng had already completed the first batch of responses and was replaced, the emergency breathing mask wrapped his face, and his white coat was already soaked with sweat: "Brother Xie, we probably won't be able to save him inside. "

He lowered his voice and leaned over to make a judgment: "Our submarine won't last long."

The diffuse black smoke enveloped the vision, and the hallucination that had been triggered before grabbed Xie Changli's body and sank him all the way down.

It was the last few pages of the diary left in the darkness and firelight. The notes were extremely scribbled, which seemed to symbolize the broken state of mind of the writer.

"12.8

Unimaginable, hopeless, am I crazy or is the world crazy?

Damn, don't they remember? "

"12.28

Violence is a more effective means.I never wanted to admit it, but today I completely changed. "

The last note in the diary has returned to its original rigor and dignity again. I don't know if it symbolizes the recovery of sanity, or a complete degeneration.

"The Doomsday Church is growing day by day, and more and more friends are joining us. Perhaps, the promised day is not far away, and I will also get a seat."

Mo Daocheng didn't get a response from Xie Changli for a long time, he looked over nervously, met the last pair of eyes that had completely lost his spirit, and saw that the other party was even a little shaky: "Brother Xie!"

He panicked and almost yelled, but luckily he saw He Ping frowning observing the situation out of the corner of his eye, so he barely covered his mouth.

"I'll do it." Qiao Meng's voice was like the sound of heaven, and he took the hot potato from his hand.

Just stretching out his hand and grabbing it like this, one can feel the cold sweat continuously oozing out, drenching his palm almost instantly.

He knew before that the identity card that His Majesty was on seemed to have an unexpectedly powerful synesthesia ability, and now it seemed that the use of this ability was not without cost.

Qiao Meng found an excuse to avoid He Ping's eyes and ears, placed him in the lounge next to him, and simply checked his pulse and breathing on the side of his neck.

Immediately, he snorted.

Mo Daocheng pointed to this thigh to take him out of the dungeon, and waited beside him tremblingly, and almost jumped up in fright when he heard this sound: "Brother Xie, how is he now, it can't be... something happened. Mole disease? Conspiracy? Mental value plummeted?"

"Your Majesty..." Qiao Meng's face darkened. Their Majesty would never capsize in the gutter, and remembering that His Majesty is not happy to have his identity exposed now, he quickly changed his words, "After all, a good ID card will have great side effects, thank you. Brother is now collecting key information."

He spoke calmly, but his eyes fell on Xie Changli's chest unconsciously, and he reached out to unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt: "Let him breathe, he will wake up soon."

Looking down along the graceful neck, it is the small collarbone groove, and then down to the part close to the chest, on the white jade body, there is a scar across the heart.

It is like a crack on the beautiful white porcelain, which makes people feel regret and anger when they see it.

This was not the whole reason for Qiao Meng's loss of composure, when he had just confirmed Brother Xie's heartbeat and breathing, he clearly heard two heartbeats.

One strong and one weak, beating in this chest almost simultaneously.

The original seamless memory showed unbearable cracks amidst the abnormal heartbeat, and Qiao Meng only felt that the memory was suddenly inserted into a picture.

It was a night of heavy rain, and the continuous gushing blood almost drowned him.

Chomon was half-kneeling there, looking at his majesty, at the omnipotent god in his mind, kneeling in front of a corpse, groping for the beating heart in front of him.

Then, holding the beating heart, this almost crazy young man opened his chest with a half-crying smile, and used his own body to support the dying heart.

His Majesty promised in a low voice: "He will come back to life."

who's that person?Why does he deserve to be treated like this by His Majesty?

Qiao Meng clenched his teeth, his killing intent surging.

"Qiao Meng?" Xie Changli's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Xie Changli just woke up from the hallucination. He sat up, but saw the person who was originally full of murderous intent. He almost instantly suppressed the hostility all over his body. His clear eyes looked over without blinking. Even the neat short hair Has a fluffy soft feel.

"Brother Xie, are you okay?" Mo Daocheng was the first to care, "I was scared to death."

"This ID card allows me to see some things, but there will be relatively strong after-effects." Xie Changli reached out and tapped his ear, feeling that his body temperature was still higher than in the morning, "It is estimated that there will be no more There are many hallucinations, and this dungeon is about to end."

This is worrisome news, but even so, Xie Changli had a smile on his face.

After this hallucination, some things he hadn't figured out before became clear. After a little verification, he should be able to solve this dungeon.

Mo Daocheng couldn't understand his expression, and looked for his teammates with a blank face, but saw that the mighty and domineering Brother Qiao had no puzzlement on his face at all, squatting obediently next to the rest bed, if there was a tail behind him, he must have started to go crazy Shake it up.

For the first time, he doubted his IQ of 160.

However, Xie Changli only gave a few instructions, stood up with the help of the bed, and let Qiao Meng go back, and he will go to the science area with Mo Daocheng.

This unexpected fire not only destroyed most of the food stocks, causing the situation on the submarine to suddenly become tense, but also caused some damage to the power system.

There was no dim yellow light on the way back as before, and white flashlights flashed in the darkness from time to time.

Mo Daocheng also turned on the flashlight on the communicator to light the way for himself and Brother Xie.

Xie Changli looked up to the end of the dark corridor, and further ahead was the science area, and it was also the place where Dedmond first triggered his hallucinations when he was familiarizing him with the environment.

Memories just came to mind, Xie Changli turned slightly sideways, his eyes subconsciously searched for the deep-sea fish tank that first triggered his hallucination.

"What's wrong?" Mo Daocheng became nervous, shaking the flashlight following his movements.

Under the light of the slightly shaking white flashlight, the specially configured sea water is still deep dark blue, mysterious and magnificent. From time to time, one or two small fish slip by the light of the flashlight, and the scales on their body reflect brilliantly.

It seems like the fish are all swimming in one direction.

Xie Changli pointed in that direction, and when the light passed, there seemed to be a huge black shadow in Molan's sea water.

Maybe it's a big fish, or maybe it's reef seaweed in the tank.

Xie Changli pointed the light of the flashlight at the huge black shadow, and the shadow slowly turned around with the fluctuation of the water.

A pale and swollen face suddenly appeared before his eyes!

"Chief!" Mo Daocheng exclaimed, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally turned into a nursery rhyme, "The kitten meows, its fur dangles in the water."

Xie Changli was extremely calm, and quickly checked the traces of fingerprints and footprints on the spot.

He then took out the C-level prop universal tool, unfolded it into a fishing rod, and fished the corpse out of the fish tank with just a lift of his hand.

He laid the corpse flat in front of him, his eyes flicked across the small amount of white foam at the mouth and nose, and he quickly checked the marks on his body.

After all, Mo Daocheng had already gotten along with this cheap teacher, and he stood aside and said angrily: "What kind of thing is playing this kind of sacrifice!"

"No." Xie Changli stood up from the corpse, his eyes were cold, "Maybe it's not certain about the corpse, but I can be sure of one thing."

"They were not homicides, they were suicides."