Looking for David the Preacher
This attitude of earnestly living gave him a deep memory of all the places he has been to.
The infirmary is on the fifth floor, the young man has been there before, so he remembers it very well.
Mo Poor opened the door, and the young man put him on the bed, then looked around, looking for something.
"I don't know how to use the instruments here, but I know there is a kind of medicine that can stop the bleeding with just a touch of the wound, and the blood scab will form soon." The young man said while looking for it.
"What does it look like?" Mo Poor knew that Lanbaishe's medical technology is superb, and this kind of trauma medicine must be very powerful.
After all, we always have to face various dangers. In order to reduce casualties, medicine will definitely develop. Some weird effects can't be helped, and ordinary injuries must be trivial.
Youth described: "A turquoise bottle, similar to this one, but with a sign prohibiting oral administration, and a special number: 96. Generally we call it Jiuliu Cream."
Mo Poor was in excruciating pain. Seeing that he was still looking, he directly threw a drop of blood.
Seeing the drop of blood flying straight towards a cabinet, Mo Poor followed to pat off the blood, and opened the cabinet with the access control.
There are rows of turquoise bottles inside, all of which are Jiuliu ointment.
"Is this it?" Mo Qiong said weakly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The young man nodded quickly.
Mo Poor picked up the pistol and pointed it at the young man. The young man was startled and said in surprise, "What are you doing!"
"Turn around...Hands up!" Mo Poor shouted.
The young man turned around nervously, then bent down, raised his hands high, and heard a gunshot, which startled him.
But he found that nothing happened to him, but the chain of handcuffs was broken.
He immediately knew what Mo Poor meant, and immediately ran to the cabinet to take the ointment, opened it skillfully, shook it and sprayed it on Mo Poor's wound.
It was like spraying mousse foam, and soon a fluffy ointment was cast on Mo Poor's heart.
He found gauze and patted it on it, then quickly wrapped a bandage around Mo Poor's chest, and the wound was treated.
Mo Poor could feel that the blood stopped immediately, and the wound was numb, which greatly relieved the pain. Unless the movement stretches and tears the wound, the pain is completely acceptable.
"The real magic medicine, it feels like it's almost healed." Mo Poor said in surprise.
"How can it grow well? This thing can heal wounds quickly, but it is impossible for your flesh to grow completely. In the future, you will have at least a bowl-sized scar on your heart." The young man said.
Mo Qiong said indifferently: "Scars are nothing, isn't it just missing a head, it's better than dying."
The young man smiled and said, "Yes... life is the most important thing."
"What's your name?" Mo Poor finally asked the name of the D-class personnel in front of him.
Youth said: "They call me 80083, uh, if you ask my real name...Xiao Feng."
"Xiao...Xiao Feng?" Mo Poor asked strangely.
The young man smiled and said, "My dad is a fan of Jin Yong, you know, what's your name?"
After Mo Poor told him his name, he asked again, "What did you do?"
Xiao Feng whispered: "Killed people, most of the D-class personnel are like this."
As he spoke, he looked at Mo Poor and said, "I killed five of them, and what's even more ridiculous, was for one woman...Thinking about it now, I'm so young, I'm sorry for my parents."
"Used?" Mo Poor asked.
"No, I'm just stupid. I slept with someone and thought it was love. Do you know why I killed five? Because I was looking for her that day and saw four squeezed on her body..."
Mo Poor scratched his head, not knowing what to say, he was indeed too stupid.
Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "When I was in prison, I felt that I was crazy, and I protected my dignity. After the inmates heard about it, they said I was awesome, and I also felt that I was awesome, and I felt that I was not afraid of death... But when I came here ...that's how idiot you are."
"Oh?"
Xiao Feng looked at Mo Poor and said: "Most D-class personnel, as long as they survive the containment test, will understand the meaning of life. Whether it is someone else's or my own, when I see the D-class personnel around me being killed by my shadow , when twisted into a sausage, the arrogant me is dead."
"Every time I survived by chance, I always recall my past. At that time, I had nothing to do, did odd jobs to at least not starve to death, and occasionally ate skewers and played games. Now I think of it as a fairy day."
"Being alive is better than anything else, even being paralyzed is better than dying...Even if it's just for one more meal and one more drink of water, it's worth it."
"Even if I have to work hard, I can barely live a few more days. I don't want to choose to end my life by a bullet. Some people don't understand and choose to be executed, but I think they must regret it, because they at least live less for a day."
Mo Poor said in surprise: "So you chose to continue to be a D-level personnel...Could it be that you want the Medal of Will of D?"
"What is the will of D?" Xiao Feng asked in shock.
Mo Poor hurriedly said: "It's nothing, just complain, I've watched too much One Piece..."
He realized that the Blue and White Society did not tell the D-class personnel about the D Order of Will, because those who have that thing, the Blue and White Society tried their best not to let them participate in too dangerous experiments.
If this is told to D-class personnel, D's will is not simple.
Seeing that Mo Poor was still complaining at this time, Xiao Feng lowered his head, laughed at himself, and then firmly... pinned two bottles of ointment to his waistband.
Not only that, but also found a pair of medical scissors and a scalpel, wrapped them in bandages and hung them on the body.
Seeing Mo Poor staring at him, he hurriedly said, "Don't be nervous, you'd better get some of these things, maybe you'll need them."
"Don't think that this thing can't hurt the contained objects. For some contained objects, cold weapons are sometimes more useful than guns."
Mo Poor nodded, since he helped Xiao Feng unlock the handcuffs, he was not afraid of Xiao Feng messing around.
What is the picture? Gun or access card? It was found on the corpses of the security guards in the open space outside these gates.
This guy obviously just wants to live, and he wants to live, and now everyone has to cooperate.
After taking something, Xiao Feng said again: "Right, if you want to believe me, get out of bed and stand over here."
Mo Poor said: "Why?"
Xiao Feng stood close to the door, but at the same time not sticking to the door, he said: "Now the whole underground research institute is not safe, it depends on the situation that at least several of them have failed, this situation is not useful just by hiding in the room, Maybe one will come out from under your feet."
"At that time, you will be lying on the bed, and it will be too late to run. Besides, the door is stuck in your hand. I can't open the door, and I can't run away."
This is indeed a talk from experience. Mo Poor should not stay closer to the door. It will be too late to open the door when the matter comes to an end.
I saw him jumping out of bed immediately, and also squatting at the door.
The two of them squatted facing each other. Taking advantage of the time being free, Mo Poor asked: "Tell me about the information you know, let's talk about 382 first."
β-382, it was said earlier that it was in a certain room on the negative fourth floor.
Xiao Feng nodded, and said quickly and concisely: "382 is a painting, it depicts an old villa in the forest, and a black figure stands in the window on the first floor of the villa. It must be observed by at least two D-class personnel in turn , in groups of two, every three hours, a total of eight groups of D-class personnel are in charge of this work."
"I'm not, I was sent because I had to move it, I put it in the room on the fourth floor over there, and then came out, but just after I came out, a containment breach broke out, and the person who brought me directly handcuffed me This goes to the bottom."
"What will happen if you don't observe it?" Mo Poor asked.
Xiao Feng said: "The figure from the back will turn around slowly. If there is only one person watching, you will find that the figure in the blink of an eye freezes and the figure turns around a little. What you see is different every time you blink, so there should be at least two people in a group. .”
"Once his face is presented on the painting, showing people frontally, he will become a real entity and run out of the painting..."
“I don’t know how to capture him back into the painting, but I know it’s impossible to get close to him. That thing will carry the painting behind its back, bringing confusion, collapse, madness and hysteria to people.”
Speaking of this, Xiao Feng was terrified, took two deep breaths and said, "Let me tell you, the most terrifying containment is the kind of containment that is hard to guard against, unreasonable, and makes you collapse for no reason. It is like the fate we had before. A big struggling method is absolutely impossible to use on this kind of containment.”
"It's best if he doesn't come out, we can only hope that we don't run into him..."
Hearing this, Mo Qiong was taken aback.
Isn't this a typical mind twist?
Immediately afterwards, he thought that there was another preacher in this institute.
The preacher David, the humanoid containment object, the soul resists the known top-level existence.
382 Although Xiao Feng said it horribly, Mo Poor knew that since this thing had been contained, it would definitely not be able to hurt David.
With David, at least some mind-twisting containment objects are fine, and they can be easily grabbed back when they run out.
This is something to be thankful for, because Mo Poor is really not sure about the mind-distorting type, unless it is a dreaming type, then there is still a fight.
"Will 382 fail? They will definitely panic when they hear the broadcast..." Mo Poor asked.
"I am also worried about failure, but they will definitely not panic. You have to believe in the desire to survive of the senior D-class personnel. The more this is the case, the more they know not to let the painting get out of control, even if they stare at it for one more day, in order to survive They will also stare without eating or drinking!" Xiao Feng said.
Mo Poor nodded and said: "D-level personnel's desire to survive...then what we should worry about is... ah!"
"cactus?"
Xiao Feng said: "Yes, each room will be ventilated after a period of time. If the cactus didn't come to us, it would be worse, because it means that they have gone to them..."
Mo Poor also said: "If they die, the painting will get out of control..."
"Not only the cacti, but also other containment objects that may have gotten out of control, if anyone goes to them, the painting will get out of control..."
Xiao Feng scratched his hair and said: "382 comes out, we are finished."
Mo Poor thought: "Let's go find them...and bring the painting with us! This way we have four people, so we can stare at the painting better and help each other."
"Also... we'd better go downstairs and find David the Speaker."
Xiao Feng was taken aback and said, "What? Is there an interpreter here?"
Looking for David the Preacher
This attitude of earnestly living gave him a deep memory of all the places he has been to.
The infirmary is on the fifth floor, the young man has been there before, so he remembers it very well.
Mo Poor opened the door, and the young man put him on the bed, then looked around, looking for something.
"I don't know how to use the instruments here, but I know there is a kind of medicine that can stop the bleeding with just a touch of the wound, and the blood scab will form soon." The young man said while looking for it.
"What does it look like?" Mo Poor knew that Lanbaishe's medical technology is superb, and this kind of trauma medicine must be very powerful.
After all, we always have to face various dangers. In order to reduce casualties, medicine will definitely develop. Some weird effects can't be helped, and ordinary injuries must be trivial.
Youth described: "A turquoise bottle, similar to this one, but with a sign prohibiting oral administration, and a special number: 96. Generally we call it Jiuliu Cream."
Mo Poor was in excruciating pain. Seeing that he was still looking, he directly threw a drop of blood.
Seeing the drop of blood flying straight towards a cabinet, Mo Poor followed to pat off the blood, and opened the cabinet with the access control.
There are rows of turquoise bottles inside, all of which are Jiuliu ointment.
"Is this it?" Mo Qiong said weakly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The young man nodded quickly.
Mo Poor picked up the pistol and pointed it at the young man. The young man was startled and said in surprise, "What are you doing!"
"Turn around...Hands up!" Mo Poor shouted.
The young man turned around nervously, then bent down, raised his hands high, and heard a gunshot, which startled him.
But he found that nothing happened to him, but the chain of handcuffs was broken.
He immediately knew what Mo Poor meant, and immediately ran to the cabinet to take the ointment, opened it skillfully, shook it and sprayed it on Mo Poor's wound.
It was like spraying mousse foam, and soon a fluffy ointment was cast on Mo Poor's heart.
He found gauze and patted it on it, then quickly wrapped a bandage around Mo Poor's chest, and the wound was treated.
Mo Poor could feel that the blood stopped immediately, and the wound was numb, which greatly relieved the pain. Unless the movement stretches and tears the wound, the pain is completely acceptable.
"The real magic medicine, it feels like it's almost healed." Mo Poor said in surprise.
"How can it grow well? This thing can heal wounds quickly, but it is impossible for your flesh to grow completely. In the future, you will have at least a bowl-sized scar on your heart." The young man said.
Mo Qiong said indifferently: "Scars are nothing, isn't it just missing a head, it's better than dying."
The young man smiled and said, "Yes... life is the most important thing."
"What's your name?" Mo Poor finally asked the name of the D-class personnel in front of him.
Youth said: "They call me 80083, uh, if you ask my real name...Xiao Feng."
"Xiao...Xiao Feng?" Mo Poor asked strangely.
The young man smiled and said, "My dad is a fan of Jin Yong, you know, what's your name?"
After Mo Poor told him his name, he asked again, "What did you do?"
Xiao Feng whispered: "Killed people, most of the D-class personnel are like this."
As he spoke, he looked at Mo Poor and said, "I killed five of them, and what's even more ridiculous, was for one woman...Thinking about it now, I'm so young, I'm sorry for my parents."
"Used?" Mo Poor asked.
"No, I'm just stupid. I slept with someone and thought it was love. Do you know why I killed five? Because I was looking for her that day and saw four squeezed on her body..."
Mo Poor scratched his head, not knowing what to say, he was indeed too stupid.
Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "When I was in prison, I felt that I was crazy, and I protected my dignity. After the inmates heard about it, they said I was awesome, and I also felt that I was awesome, and I felt that I was not afraid of death... But when I came here ...that's how idiot you are."
"Oh?"
Xiao Feng looked at Mo Poor and said: "Most D-class personnel, as long as they survive the containment test, will understand the meaning of life. Whether it is someone else's or my own, when I see the D-class personnel around me being killed by my shadow , when twisted into a sausage, the arrogant me is dead."
"Every time I survived by chance, I always recall my past. At that time, I had nothing to do, did odd jobs to at least not starve to death, and occasionally ate skewers and played games. Now I think of it as a fairy day."
"Being alive is better than anything else, even being paralyzed is better than dying...Even if it's just for one more meal and one more drink of water, it's worth it."
"Even if I have to work hard, I can barely live a few more days. I don't want to choose to end my life by a bullet. Some people don't understand and choose to be executed, but I think they must regret it, because they at least live less for a day."
Mo Poor said in surprise: "So you chose to continue to be a D-level personnel...Could it be that you want the Medal of Will of D?"
"What is the will of D?" Xiao Feng asked in shock.
Mo Poor hurriedly said: "It's nothing, just complain, I've watched too much One Piece..."
He realized that the Blue and White Society did not tell the D-class personnel about the D Order of Will, because those who have that thing, the Blue and White Society tried their best not to let them participate in too dangerous experiments.
If this is told to D-class personnel, D's will is not simple.
Seeing that Mo Poor was still complaining at this time, Xiao Feng lowered his head, laughed at himself, and then firmly... pinned two bottles of ointment to his waistband.
Not only that, but also found a pair of medical scissors and a scalpel, wrapped them in bandages and hung them on the body.
Seeing Mo Poor staring at him, he hurriedly said, "Don't be nervous, you'd better get some of these things, maybe you'll need them."
"Don't think that this thing can't hurt the contained objects. For some contained objects, cold weapons are sometimes more useful than guns."
Mo Poor nodded, since he helped Xiao Feng unlock the handcuffs, he was not afraid of Xiao Feng messing around.
What is the picture? Gun or access card? It was found on the corpses of the security guards in the open space outside these gates.
This guy obviously just wants to live, and he wants to live, and now everyone has to cooperate.
After taking something, Xiao Feng said again: "Right, if you want to believe me, get out of bed and stand over here."
Mo Poor said: "Why?"
Xiao Feng stood close to the door, but at the same time not sticking to the door, he said: "Now the whole underground research institute is not safe, it depends on the situation that at least several of them have failed, this situation is not useful just by hiding in the room, Maybe one will come out from under your feet."
"At that time, you will be lying on the bed, and it will be too late to run. Besides, the door is stuck in your hand. I can't open the door, and I can't run away."
This is indeed a talk from experience. Mo Poor should not stay closer to the door. It will be too late to open the door when the matter comes to an end.
I saw him jumping out of bed immediately, and also squatting at the door.
The two of them squatted facing each other. Taking advantage of the time being free, Mo Poor asked: "Tell me about the information you know, let's talk about 382 first."
β-382, it was said earlier that it was in a certain room on the negative fourth floor.
Xiao Feng nodded, and said quickly and concisely: "382 is a painting, it depicts an old villa in the forest, and a black figure stands in the window on the first floor of the villa. It must be observed by at least two D-class personnel in turn , in groups of two, every three hours, a total of eight groups of D-class personnel are in charge of this work."
"I'm not, I was sent because I had to move it, I put it in the room on the fourth floor over there, and then came out, but just after I came out, a containment breach broke out, and the person who brought me directly handcuffed me This goes to the bottom."
"What will happen if you don't observe it?" Mo Poor asked.
Xiao Feng said: "The figure from the back will turn around slowly. If there is only one person watching, you will find that the figure in the blink of an eye freezes and the figure turns around a little. What you see is different every time you blink, so there should be at least two people in a group. .”
"Once his face is presented on the painting, showing people frontally, he will become a real entity and run out of the painting..."
“I don’t know how to capture him back into the painting, but I know it’s impossible to get close to him. That thing will carry the painting behind its back, bringing confusion, collapse, madness and hysteria to people.”
Speaking of this, Xiao Feng was terrified, took two deep breaths and said, "Let me tell you, the most terrifying containment is the kind of containment that is hard to guard against, unreasonable, and makes you collapse for no reason. It is like the fate we had before. A big struggling method is absolutely impossible to use on this kind of containment.”
"It's best if he doesn't come out, we can only hope that we don't run into him..."
Hearing this, Mo Qiong was taken aback.
Isn't this a typical mind twist?
Immediately afterwards, he thought that there was another preacher in this institute.
The preacher David, the humanoid containment object, the soul resists the known top-level existence.
382 Although Xiao Feng said it horribly, Mo Poor knew that since this thing had been contained, it would definitely not be able to hurt David.
With David, at least some mind-twisting containment objects are fine, and they can be easily grabbed back when they run out.
This is something to be thankful for, because Mo Poor is really not sure about the mind-distorting type, unless it is a dreaming type, then there is still a fight.
"Will 382 fail? They will definitely panic when they hear the broadcast..." Mo Poor asked.
"I am also worried about failure, but they will definitely not panic. You have to believe in the desire to survive of the senior D-class personnel. The more this is the case, the more they know not to let the painting get out of control, even if they stare at it for one more day, in order to survive They will also stare without eating or drinking!" Xiao Feng said.
Mo Poor nodded and said: "D-level personnel's desire to survive...then what we should worry about is... ah!"
"cactus?"
Xiao Feng said: "Yes, each room will be ventilated after a period of time. If the cactus didn't come to us, it would be worse, because it means that they have gone to them..."
Mo Poor also said: "If they die, the painting will get out of control..."
"Not only the cacti, but also other containment objects that may have gotten out of control, if anyone goes to them, the painting will get out of control..."
Xiao Feng scratched his hair and said: "382 comes out, we are finished."
Mo Poor thought: "Let's go find them...and bring the painting with us! This way we have four people, so we can stare at the painting better and help each other."
"Also... we'd better go downstairs and find David the Speaker."
Xiao Feng was taken aback and said, "What? Is there an interpreter here?"
