Monster Collector [Unlimited]

The flames were extinguished in time.

This horrific scourge was confined to the food storage area and did not spread further to other critical areas.

However, facing the scorched ground left by the raging flames, no one showed a relaxed look on their faces.

The captain took off the breathing mask, the water droplets blocked his vision, and he didn't know if it was sweat or tears.

He heard his own voice: "Check the current material reserves."

The person in charge looked mournful: "After counting, the remaining food, at most... can only last for a week."

"The whole ship has entered a state of emergency, and the food rationing system is implemented and distributed according to the minimum requirements," the captain ordered. "Also, conceal the specific inventory of food and try to catch marine life for consumption."

"it is good."

Everyone at the scene felt a chill running through their bodies. If the previous accident still made people feel a little optimistic, then now, all the masks of gentleness have been torn apart, and the burden of survival of hundreds of people is nakedly unfolded in everyone. in front of people.

Once the food runs out, no, as long as word gets around that food stocks are running low.In less than a week, the entire submarine will be destroyed in chaos.

He Ping hid himself in the crowd, his eyes and ears still paying attention to the captain's conversation.

Although he couldn't hear it, he had simply estimated the food and food stocks when he participated in the firefighting. He estimated that the food storage this time might not last for a few days, and the worried look on the captain's face also confirmed this.

Just at this time, new news was sent to his communication, and He Ping took a step forward: "Captain, a new video has been sent from the second phase of the drone, and it is said that he saw the key medicine."

The captain felt that his entire life would be exhausted at this moment. After preparing the food supplement plan, there was finally a bit of good news: "Okay."

The high-level officials who received the notice all went to the conference room.

He Ping looked around, noticed the vacated positions of the chief executive and Xie Changli, and tapped the table twice anxiously.

This dungeon brought him too many mysteries, and the current scene made him have bad guesses. He wished he could leave the meeting room now to determine whether the next deceased was one of these two.

The others didn't have time to pay attention to the two people who hadn't arrived yet, and focused their eyes on the screen, hoping that it might bring new news.

The drone really lived up to expectations, and the clear picture was transmitted in real time through the camera. It was a huge altar that they had already detected before.

After a series of adjustments, the drone has come to a relatively remote side. The lens is constantly zoomed in and zoomed in, and several glass jars placed around the altar clearly appear in front of everyone.

"The slate on the gold edge records that they put the medicine for relieving black mole disease on the altar."

"Oval-shaped white pills, the properties seem to be correct."

"There's a label on it!"

The drone then continued to change the angle and adjust the focus, almost completely attached to the energy shield.

After nearly 10 minutes of adjustments, the label on a glass bottle was finally clearly projected on the big screen.

Almost everyone here has already begun to learn the characters of the deep sea civilization, and some people now remember the crucial symbols: "Black mole disease...relieve..."

The entire conference room boiled instantly, and the haze caused by the fire just now seemed to dissipate a lot.

"That's it, as long as we can open the barrier, we can go in and get the medicine for black mole disease!"

"Surrounding the energy shield and collecting more video materials near the library, there must be a way to open the energy shield."

Even He Ping relaxed a little. After all, his task was to find the murderer and successfully complete the scientific investigation. It is of course good to be able to solve the crisis brought about by the deep sea civilization as soon as possible.

What's more, the discovery of deep-sea civilization should also be an important achievement of scientific research, which meets the requirements of playing a good role.

"No." The captain suddenly noticed that the altar above the screen seemed to be shaking, "What's going on? Is the camera shaking?"

"It doesn't look like it," said someone, his voice trembling, "it's the altar breaking itself."

As his words fell, the originally insignificant vibration became violent. Everyone present subconsciously stood up, opened their mouths wide and watched the altar in front of them begin to loosen.

The light and strangely stacked piles of stones began to shake, as if something revived and began to stretch its arms and legs, the wriggling piles of stones rolled down to both sides one after another.

"Oh my God!" Someone screamed again, clutching his chest almost out of breath.

No one blamed him for his overreaction at the moment, because everyone watched helplessly as the falling rock rolled down, almost randomly hitting the small glass jar full of hope.

Snapped--

Everyone seemed to hear the sound of glass shattering in their ears, and then involuntarily began to cry for help at the top of their lungs:

"Drones to the rescue!"

"There's still a little powder!"

The white pills without their containers rolled carelessly to the ground, stained with marl, and smashed to pieces by more stones.

The captain tried to stabilize the chaotic scene, slammed the table, suppressed all the noise, and shouted: "Wait, there must be another place to store the medicine, we just need to find a way to enter the protective cover."

"It's useless." Someone at the end of the table whispered.

The captain frowned and looked over. It was a person from the engineering department, thin and short. At this moment, he smiled at him that was not much better than crying, then slowly raised his hand and pulled down his sleeve.

A black mole the size of a palm was stuck on his arm, and gradually deformed under the eyes of everyone, revealing clear facial features.

A strange and stern voice came from the mouth made of black moles: "It came out, hahahahahaha, my brain is gone, my brain is here..."

In the solemnity, everyone looked at each other, but involuntarily raised their hands, either to the arms or to the back or to the abdomen, struggling to scratch the skin that started to itch and moles emerged.

Obviously, the mole disease came out of the altar and began to wreak havoc on the submarine.

The itching began to spread from the lower back, and He Ping had already made a judgment, hesitation and wavering appeared on his face, and he finally became firm, reaching into his pocket to hold the last weapon.

Things have come to this, he can only do this.

10 minutes ago, the other side.

After hearing Xie Changli's judgment, Mo Daocheng subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Immediately, he recalled the condition of the corpse he saw just now, trying to keep up with Xie Changli's train of thought: "This corpse has no scratches or other signs of fighting."

"This is even more suspicious. Is it possible that the murderer stunned the teacher first?" At this point, Mo Daocheng shook his head, "There are various reagents in the science area, and there are chemists and doctors on the submarine. They are all possible. Kill people after they are stunned."

Xie Changli: "But there were only the chief's footprints at the scene, just like in the previous two murder cases, only the deceased was alone, and there was no trace of struggle on the body."

"That proves that the murderer is scheming, forged a secret room, and forged an alibi," said Mo Daocheng, "and he always used drugs before killing people."

There was a rustling sound, and the movement of the ventilation pipe attracted the attention of the two.

Du Ya struggled out of the air vent, fluttered his wings and landed on Xie Changli's shoulder, looking at the soaked corpse in front of him, he shook his head again and again.

"Photo." Xie Changli stretched out his hand.

Du Ya obediently took out a series of photos just taken at the scene from under his wings.

Only now did Mo Daocheng have the opportunity to see the real scene of the murder. The first few photos just made him frown slightly. The more he looked at, the faster he flipped through the photos, wishing to put his eyes on the photos to find every detail.

"No," he muttered to himself, "the only thing that can be called a mechanism here is to create a high speed to ensure that the fire ax can cut off people's heads, but there is no trace of being cut on the rope. It can't be The dead man undoes the knot that holds the ax in place, lets the ax fall, and cuts off his own head?"

Xie Changli: "There is a saying that goes well, when all possibilities are ruled out, the only impossibility is the truth."

Mo Daocheng was still at a loss: "Then the head chef also voluntarily went into the pot and was boiled to death, so even if he wasn't tied up, he still didn't struggle, and the chief... When he was talking before he left, his emotions were indeed different from before. Same."

"But why die? Even if a normal person commits suicide, he intends to give himself a good time, right?"

"Because they need to die well." Xie Changli said indifferently, "It's not because they are tired of the world, they are committing suicide with a purpose, sacrificing their lives according to the nursery rhyme."

"When I was at the meeting, I could read the sense of tragedy and the determination to do something in the chief's expression." Xie Changli replied, "Generally speaking, those who have this attitude are fanatics."

"So that's it," Mo Daocheng clapped his hands together, "Black mole disease, deep sea civilization, altar, it seems that someone in the deep sea civilization used sacrifice to summon mole disease and destroy a civilization, and now these people are trying to use sacrifice Call the mole disease to us. The employee handbook tells us to find the murderer, but there is only one, so our target is everyone who the animals in the nursery rhymes refer to!"

Xie Changli basically agrees with his conjecture, but he has some other news here, such as the possibility that the one who summoned the mole disease was the Doomsday Church, and this church seems to have other mind control abilities, so that the entire civilization All are called to join this church.

Of course there are other possibilities...

Xie Changli lowered his eyes, and felt a strange itching feeling spreading from his collarbone in the next second.

It was as if a small bug crawled gently, and the feathers stirred slightly, not only on the surface of the skin, but also in the skeletal muscles and even the blood, making people want to tear the skin and crush the bones, Just for a moment of peace.

"A mole." Xie Changli felt that it was true, and his eyes fell on a small black spot gradually emerging from his collarbone.

Unleash personal skills.

Still fail.

The ontology of the target is not here.

Mo Daocheng couldn't help but scream, lacking in concentration, couldn't help scratching the back of his ears frantically: "Killed two more people, the power of that thing is getting stronger and stronger!"

"We have to find a way to stop the sacrifice," Mo Daochen hurriedly opened the employee handbook, trying to find new hints, "No, the hints haven't changed at all. Could it be that there is still a person behind this group of people? An organizer Or preacher."

He looked anxiously at Xie Changli, trying to get approval and help from the person in front of him, but he saw a faint smile on the face of the handsome but always cold man.

Intuition sounded the alarm!

Mo Daocheng's lips twitched, and he couldn't speak a word intermittently: "You are... no, how could it be... you are not..."

"It's me," Xie Changli's voice was as soft as a sigh, "the fanatic, the sacrificer, the knife bearer."