Live Kexue in Kexue World

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The effects of the curse of the night continued to ferment.

Ruolin Chunliang here because of Brandy, ordinary ghouls can't affect him, but in other places, most of the few human beings left have no resistance to ghouls.

The blood on the walls and carpets was layered on top of each other, and the tiles were scratched with deep and visible scratches by sharp minions, with fresh blood and flesh embedded in the scratches.No one even thought about whether people bitten by ghouls would also be transformed into monsters. The creatures that fell into their hands were violently disembowelled, and all the tissues, textures and internal organs except for the bones became "food".

Outside a room somewhere in the corridor, heavy blows and some kind of sound of piercing the air sounded alternately. A vacuum circle of about one meter was formed here. His eyes stared at the two people in the center of the vacuum.

It was these two people who guarded the door behind them, preventing them from going any further.

"I didn't expect tennis to have such a lethal power." Kyogoku adjusted the glove protecting his fist, showing full respect for Nakashi Megumi's fighting power.

No wonder Mr. Nakaishi has been lacking in interest in tennis games, and Suzuki Sonoko is almost dragging and doing sit-ups.

At this level, playing professionally is still too much to bury talent.

Megumi Zhongshi: "To be honest, this technique is not called tennis, it is called "shooting". "

Kyogoku Shin: "..." It's really a concise explanation.

However, this is also based on the skills attached to Zhong Shihui's profession. Because the points are too high, if it is not really very, very bad luck, it can basically succeed in the test.

So that little ball becomes a green bullet, especially since it can also bounce based on spin and contact points, rounding up to infinite ammo.

Originally, Nakashi Megumi and Kyogoku really wanted to control those people who fell into chaos because of fear and madness, but before them, Baima Tan and Kudo Shinichi had already done most of the people's ideological work.

It may be based on detailed and meticulous logical thinking. The eloquence of the two detectives is beyond ordinary, and it is definitely a super high point in terms of "speaking skills".

So what the two need to do gradually becomes to protect those who have already negotiated, and Baima Tan, and Kudo Shinichi.

It’s just that Megumi Nakaishi doesn’t know why Hakuma Tan and Kudo Shinichi look at him with that strange look. What he insists on is a bit like looking at the eyes of disabled people on the podium of the Paralympic Games, respecting, sighing, and insignificant pity.

It's strange to put it on him.

Just as they were numbly and repetitively performing mechanical actions like spawning monsters in the game, there were panicked footsteps in the corridor that obviously did not belong to ghouls.

A blond young man covering his mouth ran wildly all the way, and was about to run into the group of ghouls surrounding here.

The green tennis ball hit the knee of the closest ghoul to him, and with a tooth-sick crunch that meant bones had been smashed, the ball bounced off the other ghoul, stopping it in exactly the same way.

After a few bounces, a narrow gap appeared in front of the youth.

"No! I still can't make it through!" Martini yelled.

Kyogoku Shin and Nakashi Megumi looked at each other, and the former jumped out quickly. He was like a whirlwind, and all the ghouls where he went were overturned.He ran to Martini's side, grabbed his collar before the other party could react, and returned to the original place a few seconds later.

Martini panted violently, and poked a head out from behind Makoto Kyogoku, looking around nervously.

"It's a good thing to meet you, I'm going to die!"

"Why aren't you with Bourbon?" Megumi Nakaishi briefly undertook the pressure of Kyogoku's departure, and the vacuum circle tilted slightly. Fortunately, Kyogoku's return quickly restored the place to its original stable state.

Martini scratched his head, his messy blond hair was messed up even more by him, he was a little embarrassed to speak, his voice sounded like a mosquito: "No, Bourbon has been hinting at me. You know, that's the way, or you let go Gin stay here and follow me, or you continue to die here with Gin. Gin stared at me with murderous eyes again, this is much more terrifying than a ghoul!"

Zhongshihui: "Oh, I don't understand."

"And bourbon is too weird." Martini muttered, "I gave up the gin, and he was still asking me for that box. He mentioned it like this, and the gin didn't matter at all, but the man's desire to win is so strange." , I suspect he is threatening me with this."

"Threatening you for what?" Zhongshi Hui didn't reply.

""I have a hundred ways to make Gin kill me!" Isn't that obvious? How can there be such a person? It's not easy to kill me. It's also easy to order me directly. Why indirect threats?Do you think killing me will dirty his hands!Or is this the inexplicable persistence of the Japanese?They play dirty! "

After a long silence, Kyogoku spoke out: "...the topic you are talking about seems to be very dangerous."

Martini shrank his head: "Can it not be dangerous? If your plot is Resident Evil, then I will be Resident Evil plus Mission: Impossible. It's too dangerous, really too dangerous."

Jing Jizhen: "..."

He didn't mean this danger.

And Nakashi Megumi looked at Jingji Zhen: "It's okay, just treat what he said as farting, and it has nothing to do with us."

Martini: "..."

Couldn't talk any more, Martini knocked bitterly on the door behind them, planning to go in and hide too.

The door opened, and as soon as he entered, the small room was full of people. Seeing that the door opened, everyone was nervous for a moment, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was the cheap young man who sold himself out during the day.

Perhaps he was appeased by the plan given by the two detectives and the outrageous fighting power of the thug outside the door, and someone even called him loudly: "Hey, cheap boy, come in quickly."

"..." Is his cheapness already known to everyone?

With a feeling of humiliation and grief, Martini glanced across the eyes of the crowd and met the white horse Tan in the crowd.

White Horse Detective: "..."

Martini:?

Then, Martini saw Kudo Shinichi again.

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

Martini:? ? ?

He poked his head out of the door with great puzzlement, almost breaking the bridge of his nose by the flying tennis ball: "That...the white horse detective and worker...why did Conan look at me like that? Let's replay, Isn't my image of the villain who created the perfect plan to get out of here?"

"Why do I read care for the mentally handicapped from their eyes???"

Jing Jizhen: "..."

"I'm glad that your reason can keep you clear about yourself," Zhongshihui said lightly, "but shut up and get out."

Martini: "Okay."

Martini: "You sounded like Eugene just now."

Martini: "Is Eugene a curse word?! Go in! I'll go in right away! What are you doing with a tennis racket at me!!!"

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At the same time, the auction hall on the first floor.

There is only one lamp in the auction room.Different from the luxurious scene that the auction strives to maintain, the current exhibition hall is quiet and cramped, with mottled skin peeling off the concrete walls, spider silk on the lamps, and the faint smell of damp earth in the air.

It's like two worlds with daytime.

The emergency exit upstairs was closed, but that didn't stop the pedestrians.Nagai Masahiro felt that it was not safe to talk in the room, especially since Wakabayashi still had a door lock that could not be opened no matter what.So they came to the first floor.

"I found a witness for our formal conversation. Professor, do you have any objections?" Nagai Masahiro said.

If Lin Chunliang turned his head, at the boundary where the lights faintly touched, that is, at the auction stage, the curtain there opened at some point, and the frightening "auctioneer" quietly lurked in the darkness. Alienated into an amorphous protoplasmic swollen bubble, countless pairs of glowing eyes are still seeping, pus-like, constantly decomposing and reorganizing on the surface of the swollen bubble.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the voice of "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"

"Shoggoth?" Ruolin Chunliang almost immediately found the matching mythical creature in his mind, but immediately denied it, "It's not Shoggoth, otherwise everyone here would have gone crazy."

"It's just a second-generation species bred by some small means." Nagai Masahiro shrugged indifferently.

Ruolin Chunliang: "Those who violate the rules will not be punished so much as they will be treated as food for 'cultivating' it. You are using humans to raise it."

"No, you can't say that. I just provided some small, technical help. After all, I am also one of the players. According to the rules of human gambling, a person cannot be a banker and a player at the same time."

Ruolin Chunliang said: "But gambling is different from games. There are only two kinds of winners in gambling. One is the banker and the other is the player."

"It sounds like we should be a united front." Masahiro Nagai seemed to find the logic of the text interesting, shrugging, "In short, I have not violated any rules. If I have to say it, I can only blame my kindness. Bar."

If Lin Chunliang was noncommittal, but what Nagai Masahiro said next made his heart start to jump more and more.

"You know, I have always been very kind. In the secret land of Kadath, I became a young pharaoh to guide the way; one of your seniors had a close conversation with me about witches, and I personally sent the other to Shantak Bird; Dr. Dexter's enthusiasm for helping scientists develop the atomic bomb, and—oh, sorry. These may all be too old for you, let's talk about it."

He smiled kindly.

"APTX4869 is really a cross-generational invention, isn't it? The only pity is that I didn't expect that this drug was not widely used in the human world, but was monopolized by the black organization. It's a pity."