Chapter 80: death

Yan Junxun crouched down and determined that this little robot was the one in

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The air in the pipe was very humid, and the shirt that had never been dried

was attached to the skin, making Yan Junxun feel uncomfortable. The sound of

rain disappeared in his head again, just a little, as if it were raining far

away.

Who put the little robot here, waiting for them to discover?

Shi Shanyan took the little robot's hat and stood up again. He was near the

iron wall of the pipe and wiped it by hand to see the graffiti on it.

Graffiti on the walls showed that several exaggerated human bodies were drawn

into a bow shape, and the woman's face was painted with a beard.

Shi Shanyan thought of the graffiti on the walls he had just seen under the

refuge. At that time, they were just irregular lines, but now they have become

familiar things.

Standing behind Shi Shanyan, Yan Junxun still has a fresh memory of the beard

on the face of the graffiti woman: "This is the graffiti in the corridor of

Liu Xincheng."

No one was in the empty pipeline. Shi Shanyan and Yan Junxun could be sure

that there was no one here. But the graffiti seemed to be a kind of mockery,

and Yan Junxun's ear seemed to echo with laughter. The feeling of being

watched again struck him, making him cold-haired.

Yan Junxun was disturbed by some clear ideas. He took a step back and looked

at the graffiti suspiciously. Is it Park Lin? Or a scalpel? Who is doing this

kind of thing? The system has been turned off, and Hephaestus cannot monitor

him through the chip.

I am looking at you.

Someone seemed to say this to him across the air.

"Go forward," Shi Shanyan returned the hat to the little robot, holding Yan

Junxun's hand, "Go to the end to see."

They have no retreat and must move forward. This chaotic world is full of fog,

and the discomfort of being monitored always appears when they can vaguely see

the truth.

The little robot was lying on the ground, and its hat was wet with dirty

water. Yan Junxun stepped over it, and his eyeglasses, which were wearing

goggles, crooked and ran out of electricity. It persists with the remaining

power until now, as if to talk to them.

The water at the bottom of the pipe increased and gradually disappeared to Yan

Junxun's calf.

Shi Shanyan looked up and looked at the top of the pipe. He could hear the

sound of water flowing against the iron wall: "There is a pipe leaking."

Yan Junxun also raised his head and asked, "Do you know the time?"

"At our speed," Shi Shanyan said, "It should be around 23 o'clock now."

"I haven't heard the vibration of the light track passing for a long time,"

Yan Junxun did not hear at the scalpel's house, he continued, "Now there is

only one hour left before the recovery time," Yan Junxun mentioned. There will

be a slight pain in the head during recovery, like ants are chewing, "If

Hephaestus does not wake up, Ares in the light track area should be aware of

the abnormality."

The system is very punctual, they are more accurate than humans. If Hephaestus

did not reply to Ares within the prescribed time, it would definitely take

some action. Yan Junxun understands Ares just as he knows Fu Chenghui.

The knocking sound inside the pipes became louder as they approached, and Yan

Junxun began to doubt, is that really the sound he imagined? It is a bit

different from the sound produced by the chip, it is more real.

"What do you want to do most when you leave the glass?" Shi Shanyan held Yan

Junxun tightly.

His question came too suddenly, as if there was no reason to interrupt.

Yan Junxun felt his hand was hurt, he thought for a while, and answered:

"Watch the stars. What about you? What do you want to do most when you leave

Black Panther?"

"□□," Shi Shanyan shook Yan Junxun's fingers while speaking, "Satisfying his

own vulgar desires."

"This is not the truth," Yan Junxun looked at the hands they shook, "You are

free."

"Surveillance is everywhere, Jun Xun," Shi Shanyan saw the iron gate concealed

in the dark, "I have said something similar to you before, right?"

"You said ‘we are all in the seconds monitoring’,” Yan Junxun felt uneasy,

“you were reminding me then.”

"Can people maintain normal physiological needs in minute and second

monitoring?" Shi Shanyan repeated his past questions, and then answered

himself, "I can."

He seems to be proving something.

"A lot of our words seem to be repeated," Yan Junxun thought of meeting for

the first time, "such as'hello'. Have you seen me before?"

Shi Shanyan did not answer this question. After he discovered the little

robot, he was a little weird, as if thinking of some problems. The end of the

pipe is in front, the concealed iron door is not locked. Shi Shanyan tried to

push it, and it opened.

Running out of the glass, Yan Junxun!

This sentence suddenly interrupted the knocking sound, like a warning bell,

shocked Yan Junxun's head fainted. He supported the door and was illuminated

by the dim light when he looked up.

"Raise your hand." The scalpel was holding the gun, aiming at Shi Shanyan.

Park Lin held the small flashlight and pointed it towards Shi Shanyan. The

flashlight is running low and flashes.

"What are you doing?" Yan Junxun frowned.

"Looking for the undercover," the scalpel raised the muzzle, and the smoke in

his mouth dropped some debris. "Damn, you even fooled me, you are not 01ae86!"

Shi Shanyan looked indifferent: "Put down the gun."

"Brother Xun," Park Lin looked pale, "01ae86 does not exist in this world!"

"What the ** are you talking about?" Yan Junxun's head tapped faster, and

the rhythm was like a timer.

Another timer! Since the clown appeared, the timer kept appearing.

"I said that there is no 01ae86 in this world!" Park Lin's flashlight flashed

again, his voice trembling, and raised his conductor, "The last message

received by the refuge receiver, '7-001 Shishan Yan, confirmed his death in

2162. Brother Xun, he is fake!"

Park Lin is about to get out of control in the continuous impact of

information.

"Everything was fake from the beginning... Shi Shanyan died long ago! He is

the undercover sent by Fu Chenghui, to take your trust and follow here, just

to--"

If Park Lin didn’t finish, the flashlight would run out. The moment the space

fell into darkness, the scalpel fired. Yan Junxun was dragged down by Shi

Shan, and the bullet struck the door frame, making a loud noise inside the

pipe.

The timer went to zero, and a warning sound sounded in Yan Junxun's head. It's

the 8th, and the recovery time starts now!

"No. 01ae86..."

Jiang Li in the memory stood by the road and introduced Yan Junxun to the new

partner. The setting sun behind him made the picture look old and rundown. The

broken picture split Jiang Lian, he turned into countless of him, and

separated with his voice.

"The risk index is specific to s."

"Have you ever heard of him as a special force?"

"... treat yourself as a gift."

There were gunshots in front and gunshots in the rear.

Yan Junxun hugged his head, the "beep" of the timer, the introduction of Jiang

Lian, and the sound of gunshots all around him, making him jump. The empty

refuge made him nowhere to hide, the chip stabbed his nerves, and he was

almost unable to tell the truth from the noise again!

"This is the setting of the world," the clown wiped his face exactly like Yan

Junxun. He whispered to Yan Junxun, "No one can escape the universe bottle."

[If the memory can be modified...]

[Answer me, Yan Junxun. 】

[Do you know how many years it is now? 】