Monster Collector [Unlimited]

meeting room.

The captain also felt a strange itching feeling emerging on his chest, and immediately contacted the guards stationed outside.

In any case, it is time to isolate the person and contain the patient before the self-inflicted suicide behavior occurs.

Fortunately, there are still a large number of drones on the submarine, which can be released to quickly search for drugs.

After the communication was connected, the captain took a look at the group of demons dancing outside, and his heart sank.

Mole disease outbreak.

He unbuttoned his uniform unconsciously, began to scratch his skin, and looked around the room anxiously, as if he could grab a life-saving straw here.

Afterwards, the captain's eyes fell on He Ping, who was sitting on the chair with an extraordinarily calm expression.

This person behaved too calmly and had an out of place temperament.

He Ping noticed his gaze, raised his head, and smiled without emotion.

In the next second, he grabbed the patient next to him who couldn't keep raising his thighs, and neatly tied him back to the chair. Then, he took out a black thing from the back waist.

gun!

The captain's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously stood up and was about to pounce.

However, He Ping had already shot like lightning, and after a few bang bang bang bangs, the infected people collapsed to the ground in the conference room.

"Just let them fall into a coma for a long time," He Ping still explained a few words to the key NPC, walked forward, looked down at the captain sitting on the chair, "give me the control of the submarine, I can save Everyone."

The captain looked at him deeply: "Which country are you an agent of?"

"No," He Ping already planned to give up the role-playing points, and explained while stepping on the bottom line of the wireless company's employee regulations, "I serve the existence that you can't imagine, and I have abilities far superior to anyone on the ship."

He Ping: "Of course, for now, my interests are the same as yours."

The captain thought of the mysterious deep-sea civilization, the weird and terrifying altar, and then looked at the small pen that He Ping was holding in his hand, and had many associations at the moment.

He finally nodded: "OK."

A new helm was ushered in the command room. He Ping didn't have any joy on his face. He laid out the available props from his pocket on the table and handed them over to the NPC who could barely maintain his mental state.

Orders passed from his mouth one after another.

"Submarine enters wartime mode."

"Calculate how many people on the submarine are not contaminated."

"Investigate the whereabouts of Xie Changli, Mo Daocheng and the chief."

"Start the third phase of the drone plan, and do everything possible to collect stone tablets and decipher them."

But for a moment, the white and swollen body of the chief soaked in water appeared in front of He Ping's eyes.

"Dead by drowning." He Ping looked at the autopsy report, "The fur is floating in the water, so that's what it means."

The captain, who was leaning on the chair, was a little delirious, unconsciously scratching at the mole, and the light in his eyes that represented human reason dimmed a little bit.

However, this sentence still seemed to evoke his last sense of responsibility: "Nursery rhymes, death, sacrifice..."

Under such background sounds, He Ping's heart also became heavy. In a short period of time, two people had died like the nursery rhyme said, and the black mole disease had also started to break out. He couldn't help but link the two together.

Only by finding the murderer and ending this serial killing can black mole disease be prevented from becoming stronger.

woo-

The elongated siren suddenly exploded, and He Ping put down the report and hurriedly looked at the display screen next to him.

Although the power is limited, the air analyzer in the submarine is still working, and the red pop-up window firmly occupies most of the page, which reads——

alarm!Lack of oxygen!

The oxygen in the submarine is maintained between 19% and 21% all the year round, but now, the oxygen content in the air drops rapidly to 17%. If it drops further to 15%, people will start to feel sick, vomit and even die in a coma.

The failure of the oxygen generation system is the most feared thing for submarines in the deep sea.

Damn gangsters.

Cursing secretly in his heart, He Ping immediately left the command cabin, and led the team members who could move to start the maintenance of the oxygen generation system.

The engineering staff looked solemn: "It is difficult to complete in a short time, we must hurry up."

Oxygen candles for temporary oxygen supply have been lit, and huge white candles are placed in iron pipes, and the faintly lit light is pinned on the hope of sustaining life now.

"There are not many oxygen candles in stock. There are only four in this cabin, and they will last for another four hours at most."

"At this time, doubt and chaos can't save us," He Ping said to everyone, with a sincere tone and a firm expression, "Only by being united and fearless can we win a chance of survival. I encourage everyone."

No one had no doubts about He Ping, the commander who appeared suddenly, but in this situation, a calm and firm command did stabilize the hearts of most people.

Even if there are many people praise it.

He Pingsong breathed a sigh of relief, and walked back to the command room with an anxious expression on his face. In his mind, he was still calculating who was most likely to be the murderer mentioned in the mission.

Before he got close to the command module, he smelled a strange burning smell.

The lights in the command cabin had been turned off at this time, and He Ping raised his heart, the weapon was already in his hand, and the movements of his feet became lighter, and he approached the door calmly.

He turned on the prop flashlight, and at the same time pushed open the door violently, his personal skills under his hands ready to go!

No one in ambush.

Only worse.

He Ping looked into the room, the emergency power box next to the console was opened, and the wires were pulled out.

And a corpse that was almost invisible to human form was lying on the ground, and it could be vaguely seen that the five-finger-shaped hands were holding the two ends of the cut wire tightly.

A huge electric current mercilessly passed from his hands into his body, the sudden electric shock caused his heart to stop suddenly, and the water muscles in his body were also heated by the electric current until the skin on the surface of his body was completely charred.

If the hat next to it shows the identity of the corpse—the captain.

"The little snake hissed, and the scales spun in the dark." He Ping read a few words in a low voice, "It turned out to be an electric shock accident."

The person who came in behind him didn't have such a good psychological quality as him, and almost instantly uttered a miserable scream, and rushed out in a panic, crawling and rolling.

He Ping put his hand into the pocket of his uniform, and with a thought, the ultimate weapon handed to him before leaving the union was already in his hand.

There were only two hours left to count down, and the death of the captain would inevitably bring about a wave of riots. It would be very difficult for him to successfully suppress the riots, and then find the killers one by one.

It is better to use this method.

The balance in He Ping's heart gradually tilted towards one side, but he saw the communication light up again. This time it was good news: Xie Changli had finished searching the dormant cabin and found the key notebook.

A photo was also sent.

It was an opened notebook, and on the enlarged page, someone wrote a nursery rhyme crookedly.

medical area.

Mo Daocheng felt that he must be crazy, and he was still following the person who was suspected to be the biggest mastermind behind this mission.

After hearing that sentence just now, Mo Daocheng's first reaction was disbelief. Immediately afterwards, he saw the employee handbook that Xie Changli opened for him.

"I..." Mo Daocheng was dumbfounded, and immediately connected all the things they got along with Xie Changli after they met, "You were lying to me from the beginning! I thought we were teammates from the beginning!"

Xie Changli sized him up, without much sarcasm: "You can choose to attack me now, maybe you can complete the task."

"No," Mo Daocheng subconsciously denied, and after glancing at Xie Changli's handsome face, he still couldn't help taking a timid step back, "Brother, you didn't intend to kill anyone else, did you?"

Xie Changli didn't make things difficult for him anymore: "Then come with me."

Mo Daocheng cautiously asked, "What are you going to do?"

Xie Changli glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "Go find the next victim."

"Ah?" Mo Daocheng felt his heart lift up again after he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Brother Xie's pet had already landed on his shoulder, showing its sharp bird claws maliciously.

Mo Daocheng followed without tears.

The outbreak of black mole disease made the journey extremely chaotic, and from time to time, humans with distorted bodies walked past them in a strange way.

Fortunately, this way, they didn't receive any inspections along the way, and they came to the psychological counseling room smoothly. Xie Changli glanced at the sofa, frowning: "Not only the kitten doll disappeared, but the snake doll also disappeared. "

Mo Daocheng: "There is another person who has died."

"Let's move quickly." Xie Changli led him to Dedmond's office.

He had heard Dedmond practice singing before, with a melodious and leisurely tone, and it was very likely that he used the bird to refer to it in nursery rhymes.

In other words, Mr. Doctor, who made him hit it off, is the next to die, and it is very likely that he is as ready to die as the geologist and chief.

Xie Changli knocked on the door, and immediately behind the door came the sound of crackling and falling objects. After the sound of hurried footsteps, Dedmond's face appeared behind the door.

The strong smell of alcohol rushed through the opened door.

Xie Changli was welcomed in by him, and he saw the messy wine bottles on the table at a glance: "Have you been drinking?"

In his impression, Dedmond had always abstained from drinking in order to ensure that his hands would not tremble during fine operations.

Dedmond just looked at him with dim drunken eyes, leaned numbly on the sofa, and poured another bottle of wine.

"How's the mole disease?" Xie Changli sat on the side, crossed his legs, and spoke calmly.

"There is no way," Dedmond covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and threw the disease records scattered on the sofa to Xie Changli. Watching them weaken day by day, the only hope is that the disease will not continue to spread, and the disease will slow down for a short time..."

Xie Changli glanced at the record, his gaze stayed for a moment at the place where the black mole disease was found to have temporarily slowed down during the last inspection last night, knowing that he probably didn't see the miserable scene outside, but he didn't point out directly: "You are very sad, I know."

Dedmond smiled, his brain paralyzed by alcohol barely sobered up, stood up crookedly, and touched the bronze statue next to him with one hand: "Dr. Xie, I admire you very much, and thank you very much."

"But I'm just a coward." He opened the hollow bronze statue and stuffed himself drunkenly. "I can only go one step ahead."

Before Xie Changli could speak, Dedmon grabbed one hand, "Close the bronze statue, fill it with water, put me in the freezer, and open it the next day..."

Mo Daocheng, who had been silent since he came in and pretended that he didn't exist, finally couldn't help but gasped. Du Ya didn't understand, patted him with his wings, and returned an explanation: "This is also a method of skinning."

"Little birds chirp, colorful feathers make clothes." Xie Changli recited nursery rhymes and wanted to ask more questions, but saw the other party's head tilted, completely drunk to death.

"Thank you!" Mo Daocheng's voice trembled slightly, "Then what should we do now? Really fill him with water and send him to the freezer?"

Xie Changli didn't answer directly, but quickly looked through the records of each patient's attack time and place in his hand, and then put the record in Mo Daocheng's hands.

"No, I have to escape first."

Having said that, there was not much anxiety in his tone, and he looked behind the door meaningfully.

There, He Ping was rushing with people.