A woman was lying on the ground in an extremely indecent posture, and a small shadow immediately jumped towards Ning Que, but was stopped by Hong Hong in the middle.
Ning Que pinched the puppet that was still waving its hands and called out in surprise, "Huahua, why are you here?"
The puppet that was originally emitting black energy and baring its fangs and claws suddenly stopped its movements. "Making a little skirt?"
Ning Que suddenly realized that his face was no longer the same as before. He used his other hand to make a pair of scissors and said, "Yes, I made pretty little skirts. You came to my house the other day."
Huahua jumped up immediately, hugged Ning Que's face and kissed him, then giggled.
Ning Que looked at Huahua, who was originally wearing a flowery coat and now looked vaguely like a human. Her hands and feet began to have some skin texture. The two black buttons that were originally rough were now her eyes, which had completely become the size of a normal child, except that there was no white in her eyes.
"Huahua, where's your guy?" Ning Que wanted to see where Feng Hao was. Logically, he shouldn't be too far away, but no matter where he looked, there was no figure.
"Sister Ning! It's me." The fat body struggled to get up from the ground, revealing a bruised face. He stroked his hair with a raised orchid finger, "Feng Hao."
"How did you get here?"
Logically, only administrators should be here, but why is Feng Hao here?
He rubbed his belly and said, "This is my level-up copy. The identity card is randomly selected. It's too inconvenient for a woman's body."
Ning Que looked at him with a smile and put his arm on him, "How does it feel to be a woman?"
At this moment, Ning Que's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the driver who was about to sneak away, and he withdrew his hand. He saw him standing there stiffly, motionless.
"Why is his face so black and burnt?" Ning Que suddenly noticed that the driver's face had taken on a charming, barbecued hue, but his forehead was burnt to the shape of a finger. The woven bag that had been restraining him had turned into a charred mass and clung to his body.
Feng Hao saw Ning Que's thoughtful expression and thought he had done something horrible. His plump, shiny face trembled, and he finally uttered, "Sister, I was wrong."
Unexpectedly, Ning Que asked back, "What's your fault? Well done!"
At this time, the driver just started running. There was a dark and quiet grove around him. As soon as he entered, he was instantly hidden in the night with his freshly baked charred protective color.
"Sister, are you going to catch it?"
Ning Que teased Huahua, "It's okay, I'll be back soon." After saying that, he took out a bag of melon seeds and put a handful of them on the table.
Sure enough, before the two of them finished eating the melon seeds in their hands, a black shadow bumped in the woods, and from time to time there was a crackling sound of broken branches.
There was a thud, and some dust was slightly stirred up.
The driver's head was buried in the pit, his arms were pulled out of joint and hung limply on the ground, his calves and thighs were tied together, squeezing out the rotten flesh, and he looked so pitiful.
Feng Hao stopped what he was doing and asked, "Sister, what are you going to do?"
"What else can we do? Let him bury it there. We'll crack the seeds first and then deal with them."
After a while, Ning Que spat the last melon seed shell into a small plastic bag, slowly straightened up, and suddenly turned around to ask, "Do you have one of those powerful, crackling lightning things? The kind used by batons?"
Feng Hao pulled out a large pile of items from his space and placed them on the ground. "Sister, take your pick! It seems like your points are very limited. Aren't there some items that only require a few points?"
After saying that, he took out a small wooden stick with several incomprehensible symbols carved in red. "Try this."
Ning Que asked Hong Hong to pry open the driver's mouth, threw the liquid in, and then quickly closed his mouth. The driver began to twitch as if he was having epilepsy, and a large amount of rotten water seeped out of his body.
Honghong also left him in fear and stuck to Ning Que.
Ning Que touched Hong Hong's body, which was hot and smelled like burning garbage. "He must have been injured."
Honghong drank the blood that Ning Que took out from the space, and quietly turned back into a bracelet, motionless.
The sky was slightly shining, and the golden and purple light split the night sky. The woods were covered with a golden veil. The breeze gently caressed everything, and everything looked prosperous.
Ning Que yawned, dark circles forming under his eyes. He stepped forward and kicked the still-twitching driver awake, "Hey, can you drop us off?"
The driver's fingertips trembled slightly, but he still lay there motionless.
Ning Que saw this and raised his voice even higher, "Comrade Haohao, can you give me another piece of that wooden piece that looks like a firecracker?"
"Oh, sister, go on!" Feng Hao saw Ning Que winking at him, and quickly understood what she meant, and immediately shouted loudly.
The driver jumped up immediately, and for a moment the car's front and rear lights kept flashing, "Go, go!"
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Ning Que wrote down Li Nana on the donation certificate, checked "yes" in the confidentiality column, and then went out with Feng Hao. After getting into the car parked in the shade, they went straight to the hospital.
The thin trees on both sides of the road fell back one by one, forming a continuous green belt. When we were almost at the hospital entrance, there was a circle of people gathered outside the cordon, a row of police cars parked nearby, and a large group of reporters carrying cameras were filming there.
Almost no one noticed that a car with a rustic smell passed by behind them, otherwise the license plate would have caused a stir.
At this time, a new reporter was unable to squeeze in for various reasons, and was worried about the series of negative effects caused by not being able to grab first-hand information.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a dilapidated car in a trance. The license plate was very familiar. An impulse suddenly surged in his heart, and he picked up his camera and took a picture.
Ning Que looked at the dense crowd of people and understood what was going on. "It should be done. And the driver, hurry up and go around there. Go straight along the alley and then turn left."
"Okay!" the driver replied, and immediately took a detour and went along the alley to the place Ning Que mentioned.
There are large and small stones scattered here, and all the plants beside the brown-black iron fence are growing wildly, with strange shapes.
Ning Que lowered his head and explained some things to the driver. Then he hung a small bead he had looted from Feng Hao around the driver's neck and said, "This will be good for you."
The driver was a little flattered, his legs went weak, and the car stalled after a few jolts.
Suddenly Feng Hao stopped and said, "There's something wrong here. It doesn't conform to the laws of growth of all things."
At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and inexplicably made Ning Que feel that there was a Taoist priest standing here.
"Come in quickly. If necessary, just take a few photos. It will be troublesome if someone finds you." Ning Que glanced at Feng Hao who was still thinking, and then went in.
After looking around, Feng Hao looked down at Ning Que's entrance, shook his head and went in, then waited for Ning Que to put some cover in place, then silently used a spell and followed him as before.
"Hurry up and get to work!" Ning Que said, and then handed a walkie-talkie with a recording function to Feng Hao.
Feng Hao looked at the black walkie-talkie in his hand and put it away silently. "Sister, why do you always buy things like this? Wouldn't it be better to buy a sound transmission talisman?"
In fact, I don’t have any points. I am just an employee. I am insolvent, far from being rich, but more than enough to be in debt.
Can I say such things?
Ning Que replied, "Sometimes you have to learn to trust the power of science. Also, remember our arrangements!"
This contact was brief, but like the wings of a butterfly, it caused a huge change in the situation...
"Knock, knock, knock!" Ning Que took the elevator to the 13th floor, the top floor of the hospital after lunch. He found himself in the dean's office and when he opened the door, he found no one was there.
At this time, a girl from the service desk next to her came over, closed the door, and wanted to help her walk.
Ning Que pinched himself hard, and his eyes instantly filled with tears. He then looked at the nurse with tearful eyes.
Almost all the nurses in the hospital knew her identity, and this nurse was not surprised that this woman was the director's daughter-in-law. They had been reminded of her identity many times during their induction training.
Ning Que suddenly grasped her wrist, tears slid down his face, "Do you also think I'm a mental patient?"
The nurse said nothing, silently helped her back, and remained silent all the way.
When they reached the elevator door, Ning Que smiled, pushed away the hand that supported him, and said, "By the way, tell him that I have something to talk to him about. You know what I see? What you see is not the same world as mine."
Then, after entering the elevator, he still had the expression of a child who was wronged but couldn't say anything. But after his finger, hidden by his long sleeve, touched a button, a video was sent online to a large forum, causing only a small splash.
At night, Ning Que took the mirror and installed and changed the layout of the room under their instructions.
After a while, Ning Que leaned back on the bed and looked at the browser. Posts like "Renxin Hospital murder provocation" suddenly became a hot search. Each post had more than a thousand comments, both good and bad. In any case, the reputation of Renxin Hospital was no longer good.
The door opened.
The dean stood there in a white coat, her body straight and straight, with no expression of worry on her face, as if the troubles outside had not affected her at all.
He asked, "I heard you came to see me during the day?"
"Yes, I need something from you."
He came in, found a stool and sat down. "What's up?"
"I still think he won't die so easily." Ning Que glanced at him.
"Which him?" The dean's expression remained calm.
Her voice suddenly became hoarse, "Who else could it be? It's your son, my husband!"
Suddenly, the dean jumped over, his hands burst with green energy, and a layer of shiny black nails grew outside his fingernails.
Ning Que subconsciously dodged and stood there looking at the dean with a huge arm.
For some reason, my heart was still beating a little faster, and my face was hot and seemed to be a little swollen. It had been a long time since I felt the sense of danger.
Ning Que's interest was also aroused.
His expression changed, becoming playful, "Experimental person?"
"You damn experimenter!"
"Your skills are not something that normal people can do. Logically, ordinary people can't avoid it." Hairs as hard as steel needles slowly grew on the hands of the yard.
Ning Que answered tentatively, wanting to ask something without violating his principles. "You think you were the only one who survived the explosion that year?"
He tilted his head, making a crackling sound as his joints shifted. "That's right, there were younger test subjects back then. But how did you end up with the body of Test Subject 1113? Do you have jelly and chameleon genes?"
Ning Que saw that he didn't take any further action, but instead became more interested in her genes. "Do me a favor, and I'll give you my blood sample."
Anyway, this body belongs to her daughter-in-law, and the blood drawn is human blood, so there is nothing to be discovered.
The dean's eyes, which were black with a hint of blue, rolled around and said, "I agree."
Ning Que also smiled, "Happy cooperation!"
The hair on his body also gradually shortened and retreated into his pores. "So, starting tomorrow?"
"Okay, let's go to your office!" Ning Que made a gesture of walking away slowly, "It's already past eleven o'clock, and it's not convenient for Dad to be here."
Ning Que simply wanted to disgust him by treating the experimenter as his daughter-in-law.
Unexpectedly, he replied and left, "That's right, you are my daughter now!"
daughter!
Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound in Ning Que's mind.
"Congratulations on reaching 50% of your identity cracking progress. You have eliminated one person, whose identity is Li Nana."
Ning Que saw that Li Nana was indeed keeping him in mind, and he understood what was going on.
As expected, the identities of each participant were carefully selected. Once someone identified and judged that person, they would definitely be guilty of murder. Then everyone would be a sinner, no one could be an exception, not even herself.
So according to this, there is no solution, unless all participants kill each other until the number of people meets the rules.
Then I have to ask first how to get Xiao Xiyun out.
As Ning Que thought about it, his breathing gradually became longer.
But the faucet in the bathroom seemed to be not tightened and kept dripping. The hour hand on the alarm clock just reached 1 o'clock. The flame of the originally burning scented candle flickered a few times and then went out, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke rising straight up. A beautiful woman appeared in the mirror.
She walked out horizontally, as if she had smelled something, and left a line of footprints on the skin-colored bathroom floor.
A man watched a piece of white paper burn completely, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He said to the person standing next to him, "It's out."
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