mayfly era

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Chen Li shook his head violently to verify whether it was the hallucination caused by the high temperature.The slapping and calling for help did not stop, still ringing like a nightmare, real and unreal, as if it was the mermaid singing to lure the sailors.

Suddenly, a cluster of flames flickered in the crack of the door, and the figures of the two also swayed, and their feet were unsteady. It took a few seconds for the shaking to subside. The screams inside the door were louder, accompanied by vague crying call.

"Fuck!" Smoker cursed fiercely, bent down to find the door lock, and broke it hard a few times, but the door panel remained motionless.

"Maybe a wall has burned down." Chen Li stuffed the ribs in along the crack of the side door, found the deadbolt, scratched and pried, and the door panel popped open immediately.

Just as the two turned around and were about to continue running up, a huge force grabbed their bodies!

The two faces without facial features seem to be able to see the grinning smile of success.The buzzing cry for help continued, and it was actually coming from one of the people's chest microphones.

The two struggled desperately, unable to break free from the strange force for a while, and were dragged by the faceless man to the place where the fire was the biggest.

Stuck by something under his feet, Chen Li took advantage of the situation to straighten his waist and stand on his feet. The ribs in his hands were twisted obliquely, and the arms of the faceless man flew out immediately. He twisted and stood up, and quickly put the faceless man His body was disassembled into three pieces, and a large amount of artificial blood and bionic organs dripped all over the ground.

Chen Li turned around to help Yan Qiang, only to see that Yan Qiang was being pressed into the fire by another faceless man at this time, and the tongue of fire was licking his clothes. Chance turned over and rode on the faceless man, and pressed the faceless man's head into the fire. Soon, a smell of burning leather came out.

Chen Li saw that the smoking gun probably didn't need help, so he cut off the faceless man's head. He simply sat on the faceless man's upper body that was still bouncing, and pried out the chip in the skull, and the artificial blood flowed all over his hands. .

"Typhoid, we are now inside the third floor, how is the situation outside?"

"The situation is better than before. People are being evacuated. I found a new live broadcast, which is from the outside. It should be the live broadcast of onlookers. I just saw Que He and was rescued by a man in a red suit. "

"Lin Zhitao." Chen Li said lightly.

"Where are you?"

"Bad news, I was attacked by a faceless man just now, someone put the recording inside to lure us into being fooled," Chen Li paused, "Good news, such behavior exposed him, he must be nearby, we are now Go up and catch people, and assist with the perspective."

"receive."

"I will pass on the contents of the chip to you now."

"Received." Typhoid responded briefly, and there was a faint metallic sound of keys.

Chen Li put away the chip, and said to the bong, "Let's go."

Smoker's hair was blackened by the fire, hanging on his forehead black and black, with a displeased expression on his face.

"He played the live recording in the chip." Chen Li shook the phone, and he simply analyzed the chip with the phone just now, "The recording time was just 6 minutes ago, so he must still be here."

The elevator system had been destroyed, and even entering the interior was useless. The two briefly searched the third floor. Because there were not many combustion aids, there were only a few fire points, and there was no living person.

The two quickly returned to the fire escape and continued to climb to the fourth floor.

There was no fire on the fourth floor, and it was dark and silent at this time. The two turned on the lamp and quickly checked the fourth floor with the help of typhoid.

The fourth floor is the "Music Room" of the Taolitian. There are no partitions on the whole floor, and the half-slanted beds are like torture racks—I don’t know what fun it is.

The fifth floor is the live broadcast point of view of the typhoid fever speculation. At this time, the two of them are already at the limit of their physical strength, panting, and the blister wounds on their bodies are also causing trouble.

No live broadcast equipment was found on the fifth floor, and the two of them gritted their teeth and climbed to the sixth floor without stopping. Just when they didn't know which corner to turn, Chen Yue caught a glimpse of a cold light from the corner of his eye. Before he could remind the smoker, It felt like the body was being thrown, and the sweaty and whitish face of the smoking gun was suddenly close at hand.

That inch of cold light sank into the shoulder of the smoking gun, and a bloody smell penetrated into the nostrils. Chen Yue heard the sound of his teeth clenching close to shattering.

He violently overturned the bong on his body. Excessive exhaustion and tension made him unable to control his emotions for a while, and his fist rubbed the bong's ear and hit the ground heavily.

"Bong, do I use you?!" He lost his temper at the bong, his voice hoarse and furious.

Yan Qiang frowned, the severe pain in his shoulder made him speechless for a while, he stared at Chen Li's face, and said coldly after a while, "Get up, why are you crazy at this time?"

Chen Li took a deep breath, so hard that he almost burst his trachea.

He felt as if someone had hit his head hard, his eyes were full of stars, his mind was in turmoil, his whole body was relieved, his legs were weak, and he couldn't get up while sitting on the smoking gun.

Yan Qiang endured the pain and patted Chen Li's thigh to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay, you're too nervous, let's take our time, okay?"

The "person" who jumped out unexpectedly and stabbed him just now was nowhere to be seen. It was probably a real "person" rather than the faceless bionic person they had encountered repeatedly before.

Chen Li calmed down, got up from the smoking gun, took out gauze and hemostatic medicine from the equipment bag, and leaned the smoking gun against the wall.

The dark purple luminous band shone on Chen Li's face, the corners of his mouth were tensed into a line, and his face was covered with glistening sweat beads. Looking at his embarrassed and stubborn appearance, Yan Qiang couldn't help laughing.

"You said you don't need me," the voice of the pipe was a little fluttering because of the pain, but the tone was willful, "Why don't you use me."

Chen Li glanced at him, did not speak, tied the bandage, stood up and walked forward.

"Why don't you use me, I will let you use it." The tone of the smoking gun was almost a bit rascal.

Chen Li ignored him and walked forward on his own.

Yan Qiang got up and chased after him, grabbed Chen Li's arm, but didn't say anything, and followed Chen Li's steps up.

"Did you see that man clearly just now?" After walking for a while, Smoker asked.

"I'll see clearly if you don't rush over." Chen Li said angrily.

"I smelled nitrate on his body. Do you remember that when we were in the dungeon, the guns of the soldiers who had been brainwashed also used nitrate to make gunpowder?"

Chen Li couldn't help frowning, "So the dungeon and the matter of Dao Li Tian are really related."

The fire door on the sixth floor finally came into view, and it was already far away from the fire point. The temperature here was not much different from usual, and the door panel was not hot.

The two pried open the door three times and twice, carefully opened the door a crack, and looked out through the gap.

The quiet, empty corridor, the tightly closed guest rooms, only the fire light shines through the center near the patio. From this angle, there is nothing unusual.

Chen Li made a "action" gesture, and the smoking gun understood, and the two quietly opened the door to a gap, and then got in like two dexterous live fish.

"Cy, Lao Yan, I see a figure swaying on the sixth floor." Typhoid's voice sounded in the headset.

Chen Li pulled out the rib and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, and the bong also pushed the energy magazine into the tail of the double-barreled pistol.The footsteps of the two were almost silent, one in front of the other, quickly and directly approaching the center of the courtyard.

The annular cavity inside the Taolitian building has been fully presented.

At the same time, they saw a petite figure sitting on the dark green railing, holding a bloody dagger in his arms, swinging his two slender legs.

The man also saw them, bared his teeth and showed them a bright and weird smile.

His appearance was hard to distinguish between men and women, his cheeks were so thin that they almost shriveled, his eyes were abnormally large, and his exposed teeth were either black or yellow, very ugly.

"Pumido." He nodded politely to the two people, uttered an incomprehensible language from his dry lips, and then slowly leaned his body——

Chen Li flew forward and immediately grabbed his collar.

There was another smile on the skinny man's face, and the dagger in his hand was slashed towards Chen Li's eyes. Chen Li turned sideways, and the sharp knife cut his cheek.

The skinny man laughed out loud as if he had done something amusing.

His hand fluttered nimbly, with a cold light shining, but every knife he made after that was blocked by Chen Li.

However, Chen Li undid it with one hand, and still grabbed his neckline with the other hand and refused to let go.

The skinny man twisted his body as hard as he could, most of his buttocks were out of the railing. Chen Li pulled him back, and he pulled Chen Li out. This man who was as thin as a handful of firewood had tremendous strength , the two were at a stalemate, neither reluctant nor forgiving.

Yan Qiang had no choice but to give up his defense, and approached the two people who were pulling, and stretched out his arms to help Chen Li pull him.

Seeing this, the skinny man simply threw away the dagger, wrapped his legs around Chen Yue's waist, wrapped his arms around Chen Yue's neck, and kept pressing back on his body. His head had already rushed down, obviously intending to take Chen Yue Fall together.

Chen Li was holding on to the railing with one hand, and his body had already fallen into the air. With the other hand, he still refused to give up and grabbed the man's collar, but this skinny man had unusually strong strength, and his arms strangled him dizzily.

In the nick of time, the smoking gun knocked out the energy bar in the gun body and replaced it with wax-sealed bullets. The double-barreled gun he set up had an aiming speed of [-]/[-]th of a second, and the bullets double-launched from the barrel!

One nailed into the man's lower jaw, and the other hit the man's arm joint, which was instantly bounced off.

I saw this skinny and petite figure flying out in an instant with the sound of gunfire, and fell straight to the ground where the red lotus was still blooming.

Chen Li was so strangled that he was hypoxic and dazed. He leaned on the railing and bent down to adjust his breathing.

Smoker shrugged, put the gun back on his waist, walked aside and connected the live broadcast equipment to his mobile phone, copied all the information, collected a few fingerprints with sc lights, and uploaded them to the mastermind.

"Typhoid fever, can you record the face of that person just now?" Chen Li asked.

"can."

"Lao Yan has uploaded the information about the live broadcast equipment. You will definitely not be able to take these things away today. You should analyze them first."

"receive."

Chen Li untied the tightly tied collar and cuffs, wiped the blood on his face with his sleeves, and turned his head to see the smoking gun with a hesitant expression on his face.

"what happened?"

Smoker twitched the corner of his mouth, "You've been out of shape lately."

Chen Li rolled his eyes, walked straight to the seventh floor, and said as he walked, "What, you don't like it?"

"You look good, you look good in everything." Smoker chased after him with a playful smile.

Whether the rest of the clues can be found depends on this last layer.

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The author has something to say:

"Why don't you use me" "I will let you use"

"What, you don't like it?" "You look good, you look good in everything"

Hey, my aunt laughs while writing