Every thread in the biochemical poisonous fog is like a silk, drilling into the skin in various ways.

This poisonous fog is not a biological and chemical weapon in China.

There was almost no light in the white tower, and a layer of poisonous fog gathered the most. Meng Fu's breathing was so shallow that it could not breathe. All the sounds and light in front of him turned into pictures one by one.

She made a quick decision, took out a golden needle on her wrist and stabbed it directly into a point.

Her eyes returned to a little bit of clarity, and she kicked away the obstacle blocking the road and walked straight up.

With his face unchanged expression, he took out a golden needle and stabbed it into his arm again.

upstairs.

The console is the most familiar place for Guan Shuxian. He and Dean Li have come here several times and know the equipment here best.

As soon as I look up, I see the dense algorithms on the central supercomputer.

The concentration of poisonous fog on the fifth floor is not high, but the blue fog in the console is dense to a certain extent. Guan Shuxian almost relied on instinct algorithms to find three lines.

He pushed open the heavy control room door, climbed onto the steps, and broke the first control line.

Everything in front of him seemed to have turned into a illusion. Guan Shuxian breathed out and his face turned red. He grabbed the edge railing of the instrument with both hands and put in force, and embedded his whole body.

The second thread was pulled off, and a "bang" sounded and sparks splashed everywhere.

The thick fog was too strong, squeezing his chest. Guan Shuxian could feel his skin seemed to be torn inch by inch. His eyelids were very heavy. He seemed to feel the calmness when facing death. The space seemed to be broken into countless pieces, and everything in front of him was nothing.

His fingers curled up, his skin had been thrust by the biochemical mist, and blood fell to the ground along his fingertips.

Everything in Guan Shuxian's sight was broken, his eyes were distracted, and the space was twisted into a curve in front of him.

Guan Shu climbed up with his idle hand and touched the last green line, "Cough cough..."

He coughed violently, and could hear the sound of his blood in his throat. The second he touched the green line, he seemed to be dragged into the infinite illusion.

He seemed to be able to see the scene where Xia Yihang pushed him into the abyss in the desperate situation.

No one believed him because Xia Yihang was a famous gentleman.

Xia Yihang was his most trusted partner at the time, and they have worked together for 20 years.

Finally, the person he trusts the most personally teaches him not to trust anyone.

Other people emerged in the illusion.

Dean Li, who funded him to grow up, told him that this was a spring of hope.

The partner who had been with him for only a few days trusted him in the eyes of others.

Finally, she was frozen in Meng Fu's dark eyes. She had no expression, but just asked him almost calmly-

"I need you to close the control. After I send them down, I will come up and take you out."

"May I?"

Meng Fu seemed to think that he would definitely turn off the overall control.

Her eyes were too bewitching.

There is always a kind of thing, she can really do that.

"Hope," Guan Shuxian grabbed the last thread with his hand, his mouth was completely rust, and he almost sneered: "It is actually a very ridiculous thing to put your own life in the hands of others."

He pulled off the last thread and sparks splashed everywhere with a "pop".

Countdown countdown is closed.

"Bang--"

Guan Shuxian's fingers were removed from his strength, and he was thrown to the ground with great force. He could see almost a little light, and the air pressure around him continued to press on his chest.

When the health point reaches a critical point and the body does not feel any pain, Guan Shuxian crawled out of the console.

His fingers supported the floor tiles. When his consciousness reached the critical point, he saw a white shadow coming out of the passage.

The other party's hands were stained with blood squeezed out.

When he was picked up by the other party, Guan Shuxian could hear the bloody cooing sound of his throat. He seemed to want to laugh, but his expression was complicated, "Meng Fu, you are such a strange person."

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

The other party did not answer from beginning to end. Guan Shuxian didn't know whether she didn't want to answer or she had no extra energy to speak.

He could only feel his gradually blurred consciousness.

"Bang--"

The roadblock was kicked off again.

A large area of ​​light shone in front of the dim eyes.

Yang Zhaolin and Jin Zhiyuan, who had recovered some outside the door, came to the first floor to help Meng Fu control Shuxian and resist.

Meng Xun also recovered, leaned against a sand dune outside the door, gasping heavily. She looked at Meng Fu, wiped off the blood from her mouth, and said calmly: "If you don't come out again, I'll go up to find you."

Guan Shuxian leaned against the pillar, and Meng Fu had another needle on the way.

Although I have no strength, my consciousness is slowly recovering and my eyes can see a slightly distorted line of vision clearly.

Meng Fu gave herself another needle to protect herself from sobering. She went to and from Baita twice, and then took an overload. Her body almost reached its limit. She sat in the corner, her hair mixed with blood and sweat and pressed against her face to restore her body functions.

Guan Shuxian watched her stab a golden needle into her body, and the whole piece was buried.

His eyes turned to Xia Yihang, who was a little far away from them. This time, Guan Shuxian's eyes no longer had that disgust. Instead, it was the calmness after the storm. He seemed a little relaxed, "I pulled out three threads."

"Beautiful job," Meng Fu glanced at him and smiled faintly, "Our next goal is to find a cover."

"Take a sip." Yang Zhaolin found a bottle of mineral water in somewhere, unscrewed it and handed it to Guan Shuxian.

Guan Shuxian knew that the water mixed with blood was swallowed.

Guan Shuxian looked up at the dazzling sun above his head, and for a long time, he smiled relaxedly.

This is not actually a very good era.

Material desires are rampant, and they know that they are impetuous, cunning, hypocritical, and unbearable.

A long time later, Guan Shuxian was still extremely firm in this. You can not believe anything in this world.

But you can always trust Meng Fu.

**

After leaving the inside of the White Tower, the surroundings are still full of dangers.

After Meng Fu finished repairing, he turned to the Baita and asked Guan Shuxian, "How many people were originally stationed here?"

"363." Guan Shuxian coughed, he raised his head and said softly.

Yang Zhaolin was originally a smile that survived the disaster. When he heard the conversation between Guan Shuxian and Meng Fu, the smile on his lips gradually restrained. Thinking about the unusually quiet road, there were only a few staff members.

In this situation, all 363 people should be gone.

Meng Fu remembered what Galton said to her before.

He said that the algorithm was not right.

Meng Fu asked Dean Li, who said that he was studying space factories. According to his algorithms, if the space factories were used to synthesize medical equipment, the algorithm was reasonable.

But now—

The thruster base has become a large biochemical weapon.

She looked at Guan Shuxian: "There is a problem with the algorithm, and the contract is not signed correctly. What you are studying is not a propeller, a nuclear weapon, a biological and chemical weapon at all."

Guan Shu looked at Meng Fu calmly, and he pursed his lips. He smiled a little coldly, but he was also firm, "Director Li is not such a person."

Meng Fu didn't say anything.

She actually didn't believe it either.

Not far away, Xia Yihang also heard the conversation between the two, and his face turned pale with a "brush" sound: "We can't escape, we can't escape... We are abandoned sons... abandoned sons..."

"This place should be listed as a heavily polluted area," Guan Shuxian recovered a little and popularized science with others. "Our communicator cannot contact the outside world, so we can only save ourselves. Brother Yang, go to the surroundings to find cars that can be driven, and we will try our best to leave the search circle."

Yang Zhaolin grew up in Beijing since childhood, and even if he went abroad to study, he had never encountered such a thing.

But he was firm in his heart and before Guan Shu talked, he had surveyed the surroundings.

In addition to cars, there are also helicopters around the base.

After hearing what Guan Shuxian said, he went straight to drive the large modified car over.

It brought up a burst of dust.

Yang Zhaolin opened the car door and looked at Meng Fu, "How is it? Can you leave? I will carry you."

He, Jin Zhiyuan and Xia Yihang received more poisonous fog than Meng Fu and Guan Shuxian, and they could still maintain normal activities.

Guan Shuxian could hardly move.

Meng Fu has been treating Mrs. Yang and Yang Lai these days, and her health is already weak. Now she has been holding on to her and seems not much better than Guan Shuxian.

The group got into the car and found a safe place according to Meng Fu's instructions.
To be continued...