Rimbaud kept staring at the last unopened door and licked his lips hungry.

Bai Chunian turned around and called him, "What are you looking at?"

Rimbaud thought for a while in confusion: "A painting, passing by."

Bai Chunian did not understand what he meant, and went to the only door that was not opened to study it carefully: "What painting?"

Rimbaud described it lightly: "Red, broken, flat, large pieces, not edible."

"..." Bai Chunian couldn't figure out what the painting looked like, so he had to give up temporarily and hug Rimbaud, "Let's go out and see, hold me tight."

Rimbaud wrapped his arms around Alpha's neck, his tail wrapped around him, and the tip of his nose lightly rubbed the fish-shaped mark on the side of his neck: "Good boy."

"Really." Bai Chunian raised half of his eyebrows and patted Lan Bo's ass, "I'll be better in the future."

Rimbaud seemed to be a little bit against this act of offending his own status, but after looking at the smiling and well-behaved alpha, he felt that he was forgiven, so he warned in a low voice, "No, touch there."

"Then I won't touch it with my hands." Bai Chu Young laughed.

Walking out of the back kitchen, the two entered a large open and dark space. There was no other design, but the horizontal and vertical frames were full of tracks. It was a bit like the kind of scaffolding with green nets on the outside when building a building. It can be seen that these square rooms are full of rails. It relies on orbital movement, as long as a force is applied to one side of the room, the room will move.

Bai Chunian held Lan Bo with one hand, and the other hand held a flashlight with strong light from the mercenary, and searched carefully around the room he had just walked out of.

There were some dried blood and residues on the ground close to the wall. Bai Chunian squatted down and touched the ground with a flashlight. The blood residue stuck to his fingertips.

Following the direction of the bloodstain, Bai Chunian glanced above the wall and was looking at a bloody face.

"Fuck me."

Bai Chunian was frightened and took two steps back before he could see his full face. This was a corpse that was crushed alive, with bones and flesh and blood stuck to the wall, and it had been crushed and shattered.

"A pancake." Rimbaud stretched out his fingernails and gently plucked at the meat residue on the wall, and asked softly, wrapping his arms around Alpha's neck, "Shit, shouldn't you eat it?"

"Outdated meat, I'll be sick after eating it, we won't eat this." Bai Chunian weighed the omega in his arms, "Leave first, if you stay in this place for a long time, it's easy to send yourself away."

Before he finished speaking, the room that had just been stepped down by Bai Chunian began to float up. At the same time, the room above the two of them was rapidly descending. If they took a step back, they would end up the same as the squished corpse on the wall.

In a hurry, Bai Chunian led Lan Bo to jump and roll to the right, a door appeared above, Bai Chunian threw Lan Bo out, and Lan Bo stretched out sharp claws with the tips of his fingers and firmly clawed on the ground above the door. , threw off the fish tail and wrapped Bai Chunian's hand, and rolled into the room with the alpha.

The door closes and disappears, just one second later, the two may be directly crushed to death by the falling room, or cut in half during the translation of the two adjacent rooms.

This is a bright blue room. Bai Chunian glanced at his watch, and it showed eleven o'clock in the morning.

There are not too many decorations in the room, only a huge horizontal cylindrical steel machine is placed in the middle, and there is a square iron door with a handle in front of the machine.

Bai Chunian opened the iron door and glanced at it, confirming that it was an incinerator.

"Captain He." Bai Chunian knocked on the communicator, "I am now quite sure about the relationship between these rooms and time. These are all the places that the Wuxiang Stalker passed by on the way to escape from the 109 Research Institute. The duplication becomes a room, and the time in the room is the time when he gets to each place."

"324 ran away before entering the incinerator of the institute. The room showed eleven o'clock in the morning. After walking for an hour, he saw a taxi. Because he would be invisible, he would not be detected when he got in the car and followed the passengers in the taxi. I got out of the car from Zhengyuan Restaurant, got into the back kitchen to hide, the back kitchen time is 1:00 pm, and this critical itinerary is just right."

"Captain He?"

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Chapter 44

Bai Chunian leaned against the incinerator to rest, took off the micro communicator in his ear and tapped it, and put it back in his ear. The switch of the communicator was always on, but there was absolutely no movement on the other side.

The incinerator rustled.

Bai Chunian took two steps back and raised the gun with his left hand to point at the incinerator drawer. When came in, clearly checked that the incinerator was empty.

Suddenly, the drawer ring moved, and the door of the incinerator slowly opened, as if an invisible person was operating the machine.

In a blink of an eye, there were two more bottles of mineral water on the ground in front of him.

When Bai Chunian was still hesitating whether the two bottles of water were poisonous or other traps, Lan Bo had already swallowed a bottle of water and was safe.

Bai Chunian picked up another bottle, unscrewed the cap, poured water on the moisturizing bandage on Rimbaud's upper body, added water to cool the fish, and finally poured a small sip into his mouth to moisten his throat.

"What is this...a stage reward?"

This may mean that the Elephant Stalker affirmed his idea. Bai Chunian glanced around, maybe 324 was peeping at a corner very close to them, or maybe he was standing in front of them, looking at them at this moment, but they didn't realize it.

The communicator finally moved, but the noise was loud, and alpha's heavy breathing could be vaguely heard.

"We were attacked..." He said in a very weak voice, "I was shot, and the blood almost stopped, but now we are crushed in the rubble, my arm is pierced by steel bars, and I can't move for a while."

"Wow, it's good that you're still alive." Bai Chunian focused most of his attention on the drawings left by the writer, and asked them, "You guys went out of the room? Don't do this, I don't want to see you change. When it is made into a cake, it will look very big."