When Chen Yao pushed the fourth piece of strawberry cake over, Mycelium suddenly pulled out a micro tracker from her cream icing - the metal shell was engraved with the same code as Zheng Moushi's mechanical spider.
"Ask the logistics team to replace the champagne with glucose." Mou Xuan used the mycelium to roll away the bottle of wine in Representative Tao's hand, and suddenly turned his head to stare at a shadow somewhere in the ventilation duct. "The draft three minutes ago carried the tar smell of Chief Qi's cigar."
The revelry crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment.
The mycelium alarm network in the southeast corner of the warehouse beeped, and the chef who was cutting a whole roasted lamb suddenly tilted his knife tip - three sugar-coated nitroglycerin capsules rolled out of the lamb's abdominal cavity and shattered the long table full of canned food when they fell to the ground.
New mycelium burst out from Mou Xuan's temples, and these white veins formed a cold storage floor plan in the air.
Chen Yao's ice arrow had already nailed the seventh restless supply box, and the surface of the box was oozing with the blue fluorescent mucus that had appeared on the negotiation table.
When Representative Tao drunkenly tried to touch the slime, the mycelium suddenly pulled his tie and slammed him into the wall - the place where the slime touched instantly corroded into a cross-section of a subway tunnel.
The trajectory of the celebratory ribbons falling suddenly became sluggish.
The tip of Mou Xuan's mycelium was stained with some ribbon debris, and the remaining electronic ink on it was displaying the location coordinates of the psychic.
Chen Yao's breath froze into warning ice crystal symbols in the air, and those hexagonal crystals reflected the melting shoe prints on the outer wall of the warehouse - the military anti-slip lining was embedded with the same frequency signal as Leader Qi's biochip.
The moment the warehouse door was knocked open, Mou Xuan's mycelium had already crushed the eighteenth nitroglycerin capsule.
The soles of the scout's boots were still stained with the fluorescent moss unique to subway stations. The half piece of rainbow candy wrapper in his hand was being developed under the illumination of mycelium - the supernatural codes of the seven missing people were written in mucus on the back of the candy wrapper.
The last note of the carnival saxophone got stuck in the throat, and Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly pierced into the main control console of the celebration audio system.
Chen Yao's ice crystal dagger froze the strawberry key on the cake into an alarm, and Representative Tao finally woke up. When he tore open his tie, the remains of Zheng Moushi's mechanical spider fell out - the eight metal legs were still twitching and making Morse code.
"Close all exits!" Mou Xuan's roar shattered the champagne tower, and the mycelium spread along the wine into a blockade net.
He held the coded candy wrapper in his hand and walked towards the cold storage. The neon lights of the celebration party behind him burst one after another, projecting a distorted star map on the glass shards on the ground - the light spots representing the psychics were going out one by one from the Big Dipper formation.
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