Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1071: The Last Dawn

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The chaotic mosaic in mid-air stopped trembling for the first time and froze in mid-air.

In just half a minute, Bohemia seemed to have lost her support and fell heavily to the ground; all the blood was washed away from her face, even her lips were blue and white, and her body was He kept twitching in waves of pain, but he could only squeeze out intermittent sounds from his throat.

"What's going on?" Descartes finally came to his senses, "Are you poisoned?"

Bohemia opened her mouth like a fish out of water, her breathing was light and heavy, and her hissing sound made people panic.

"Can't you breathe?" Descartes was so anxious that he was spinning around, creating a dazzling mosaic in mid-air. "Strange, you obviously didn't eat anything except potato chips and sandwiches, how could you be poisoned——"

According to the game time, those two foods were eaten more than 12 hours ago. Even if there is something wrong with them, it would not have taken so long for the sudden and rapid onset of emergency symptoms - "You insist Stop, I still need you to take me out of the copy!" The Descartes spirit circled her, "Think about it, did you eat anything else?"

"No, no..." Bohemia's face turned from pale to purple, as if the oxygen in her blood was beginning to be exhausted: "Save...me..."

How to save? What kind of poison was it, how was it used, and when did it enter her body?

Descartes has always been keen on enjoying the fun of thinking, but at this time he realized the trouble of not having an answer. Seeing Bohemia becoming more and more painful, it was also disturbed by a rare panic - it stared blankly at Bohemia who was constantly struggling and rolling on the ground for a few seconds.

Then, from the mosaic-like chaos, a large expanse of snow-white color suddenly emerged - a bare, plaster statue-like head surged up from the chaos, its mouth stretched into a deep The bottomless black hole suddenly swallowed Bohemia's head in one gulp.

After struggling and twisting her exposed body a few times, she soon lost strength and became limp.

The conference room was dark, and several tables and chairs that had been knocked over fell to the ground. The dim light coming from the corridor outside faintly stained the messy lines on the ground. The snow-white sculpture-like human head seemed to be floating in the darkness, with its mouth open to an astonishing degree, holding Bohemia's head motionless.

In the dead silence where even breathing was cut off, the only distinct sounds were the ticking hands of the clock hanging on the wall and the whistling of the air.

Descartes has been keeping the action of "devouring" Bohemia. He can't see the clock, and he doesn't know how much time has passed - watching the dim light coming through the crack of the half door, the color gradually becomes lighter. It became brighter, and finally turned into a white light, and then it realized that morning had arrived.

A footsteps walked slowly into the hall outside, passed the conference room, and went up to the second floor. Descartes remained motionless, turned around a few times while listening to the footsteps upstairs, and then walked down the stairs again - it seemed that it was only then that the man noticed that the door of the conference room was ajar and sped up a few steps. He rushed over, pushed open the door, and immediately let the light morning light pour into the conference room.

"Ah, so it's here."

The man stood in the skylight, and even the frizzy hair on his head was illuminated, but his face was hard to see - but there was no doubt that the voice was that of Secretary Beef.

"Um...Miss Winters?"

He took two steps forward and finally asked Descartes to see the mask on his face clearly. He looked at the knocked over tables and chairs around him, and then his eyes fell back on Bohemia's body. After hesitating for a moment, he adjusted his mask. Descartes does not exist in this game, so NPCs cannot see it at all; in the eyes of the beef secretary, the snow-white head that swallowed the head of Bohemia is probably completely transparent air.

"Really, I died in a conference room without windows... Forget it, I'll bring a fan over later. I didn't expect this method to be really effective." He looked down for a while and shook his head. "She is obviously pretty, but it ends up like this. It's such a pity... Oh, it turns out the files are here."

His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed the stack of documents that had been knocked to the ground along with the table: "No wonder he didn't find it - you are indeed Miss Winters. It seems that you also have a premonition in your heart, knowing that you will not find it." It’s safe, right?”

The corpse would not answer, but Secretary Beef seemed to be unable to hold back and kept talking for a while. Even though he knew that the person he was speaking to was a dead person, anyone who heard his tone would feel that there was shyness and admiration hidden in his tone.

"Then I will accept these first. With them, whether it is investigating your death or investigating your past, the focus will be drawn to those criminal organizations..." Secretary Beef sighed very much. Yes, he took a long breath. He hurriedly browsed through all the documents, then sorted them out, and said to the person on the ground: "Miss Winters, you are really amazing. I will never forget you..."

"...Then you have to remember my aunt well."

Secretary Beef jumped up from the spot as if he had been pricked by a needle. For a moment, his face was paler than Descartes' refined sculpture. Although there was no difference in his eyes, the Descartes spirit had quietly loosened its mouth just now; Bohemia, who slipped out of its mouth, regained consciousness at some point and opened its eyes again.

"You - how could you still be - wrong!" The secretary took a few steps back quickly, blowing the mask with her breath. As if he remembered something, he pulled off the mask and smelled it vigorously. His face turned even more ugly: "It shouldn't be alive!"

Bohemia slowly stood up with trembling hands and feet, her feet still stained with the blood she spat out. Her voice had lost its previous softness and was as dry and cracked as sandpaper. Listening to it made people feel a sore throat for her: "...is it really a problem with the air?"

As the words faded, Secretary Beef’s surprise suddenly stopped on his face. Except for his breathing, even his eyes stopped moving. Bohemia covered her mouth and nose with one hand, and for a while In the midst of dizziness, I heard the voice of the dungeon host: "Congratulations, you have successfully survived to the fourth stage and cleared the mini-game again. Now let me know the goals of the fifth stage: first, find out the secretary's method of murdering you; Second, survive from the secretary; third, protect yourself until the end of the day. After completing all goals, the prison crisis will be over."

Although the mini-game has been cleared, the current plot is a critical moment and cannot be distracted yet - Bohemia gritted her teeth and stood firm on the table and chair, feeling that her internal organs were burning like a fire. Six organs; just as she was desperately thinking about what Secretary Beef would do next, the snow-white human figure beside her seemed to melt, fell back into chaos, and disappeared.

The Descartes spirit returned to its mosaic shape, floating up anxiously to claim credit: "How is it, is my mind spinning fast? As soon as I thought about it, I knew there must be something wrong with the air - well, smoke. Rats are all like this..."

After the copy host’s voice fell, Secretary Beef immediately regained his consciousness. He looked at Bohemia a few times, and he didn't know whether he was more shocked or more impressed: "...Did you react in time, so you paused your breathing? But looking at you, you must have inhaled some, right?" It seems that not only do you have a good mind, but your physical fitness is also above average..."

He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.

"There are still several hours before work. Fortunately, I decided to come early to check on the situation." He frowned, feeling troubled, and pulled back his smooth and shiny hair: "I originally wanted to avoid doing it myself. , let you die alone here... I didn't have to go to work today, I just need to play an unknowing lover waiting for you in the restaurant in the evening. Why did you make things so complicated? If you can't handle it well now , it is easy to arouse suspicion. If you save someone like this, it would be a very convenient thing for you and me... A smart person like you should know ~IndoMTL.com~ Now I can't do it no matter what Let you survive."

"It's convenient for me if you die. Why don't you commit suicide?" Bohemia was breathing heavily, and every breath felt like a blade was stirring her lungs, but she still insisted on taunting her. "You want to silence me? Come and try."

That said, she didn't have any confidence in her heart.

There has long been no gender-determined physical difference between male and female evolutionaries, but it is different for ordinary people. Not to mention that she didn't know what she had inhaled - even though Descartes reacted quickly and cut off the air in time, the inhaled foreign matter still greatly damaged her lung function.

You can't even breathe without pain, how can you fight with a man whose physical strength far exceeds yours?

Secretary Beef smiled slightly and loosened the collar of his shirt. "I won't be too rough," he said slowly, "I just want to get out of you."

Oh - right. Just now, he was startled when he heard Bohemia's sudden voice. He took several steps back due to conditioned reflex. Now, the direction he was going to the door was blocked by Bohemia.

"You...you still want to imprison me here and repeat the same trick?" Bohemia looked around and decided to find out the information first: "What kind of poison did you put in? I obviously didn't smell it. See the smell of smoke..."

"Smoke? Poison?" Secretary Beef was stunned, then smiled: "If you want to know, wouldn't it be nice to try it again."

This time I finished writing earlier than last time, and the writing was smoother than last time! I feel like my condition has recovered a bit...