"..." Bai Chunian patted his forehead helplessly. He couldn't even be sure whether it was an illusion or real surveillance. A slight fear and strong killing intent spread in his heart.

Is the one just now a ghost image, then it is a fake self. He should now be in a room on a different floor than himself. Bai Chunian picked up a large mirror fragment, held it in his hand, and held it tightly.

The fact that Lan Bo's life and death is uncertain makes Bai Chunian feel uneasy in the bottom of his heart. Although he seems to have maintained his composure, he is trapped in such a narrow room with no end. The sense of despair is actually eating away the calm person bit by bit. sanity.

Bai Chunian hated the face in the mirror and wanted to kill him now.

He suddenly became awake again, and held up the fragment of the mirror in his hand, and his own shadow was reflected in the fragment.

"Does the reflection body know that I am the reflection body? I have always wanted to kill them." Bai Chunian stared at his blood-stained palm print, "Am I the reflection body."

He touched the suppressor filled with blue medicine on the back of his neck. There was a bump on the suppressor that could be unlocked with a chip. If the suppressor was forcibly dragged, it would start a self-destruction program and inject venom into the experimental subject. in the glands.

A beautiful melody inaudible softly hummed in the communicator beside his ear, like a slowly blooming sea anemone, birds whispered in the clouds, and whales sang along with shell wind chimes.

Lan Bo was lying in the sink of the dining bar, and the water flowed down the faucet onto his head. He hummed a song leisurely, holding the note left by Bai Chunian in both hands.

"Rimbo, I heard him singing before, so I confessed my empathic brain all the way, the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable he is, he is a terrifying siren, Satan sent him to confuse me, I It must be an ugly goblin to know what he really is. But he doesn't sing as well as you, really."

The tune around his ears made Bai Chunian's absent-minded eyes gradually clear, and his dense brain was awake.

The muffled sound of a weak metal impact interrupted Lan Bo. Lan Bo's low groaning stopped abruptly. He looked at the roof, then looked around, and asked Bai Chunian, "Did you hear anything."

"You said your song?" Bai Chunian woke up completely and rubbed his temples.

"No, the sound of a 7.62mm sniper shell hitting steel."

"I didn't hear it. Is it near you?"

"It's far away, at least outside the house."

"Forget it, leave it alone. I'm in a mess right now, and I don't understand what's going on. What if we can't get out."

"I don't care. The house will always age and collapse one day. After tens of thousands of years, I'm still here."

"Aren't you lonely for so long? Ah no, it doesn't matter if you're here or not, so I'm not here, right?"

"Not long. But lonely," Rimbaud asked. "How long can you live?"

"Decades? I don't know, but it should be a hundred years at most. Hey, I didn't think about it."

"Such a short day, it's over after a little sleep." Rimbaud thought about the topic of lifespan for the first time, he piled up the notes that Xiaobai left him, put it on his lips and kissed, "Okay. risk."

"Let's continue, when I see my wife, I will ask him to forgive you."

"I don't need it," Rimbaud said. "But I'll forgive you too."

Bai Chunian has already understood the rules of the password. As long as he presses the reverse number according to the password button in the forward room, the speed of opening the door becomes very fast. He easily pushes the door of the bathroom, and the next room is the infirmary.

There was a corpse lying on the ground.

Bai Chunian suddenly thought of something, he didn't think it was dirty, he squatted down and searched the corpse in the researcher's uniform.

The corpse was lying on the side of the cupboard, with his hands rigidly clinging to the edge of the drawer under the cupboard. As Rimbaud had described before, the corpse was wearing plastic slippers and no socks, and there was a small wound on the big toe of his right foot.

Bai Chunian lowered his body to observe, and found that the bottom of the plastic slippers the corpse was wearing had a few small pieces of glass stuck in the bottom. The glass was almost black.

Searching all over the body, there is only this wound on the toe, this is not a fatal injury.

Bai Chunian turned the corpse over. The researcher was slightly fat, about 1.7 meters tall, with a large black mole on his right cheek, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a broad appearance. However, his earlobes glowed cherry red, and some red spots appeared on his skin.

He leaned closer to the corpse's nose and mouth and sniffed, and there was a very faint smell of bitter almonds. It is almost certain that he died of cyanide poisoning.

Bai Chunian rummaged through his pocket and found an ID card with a card sleeve. He's an Irishman and works for the 109 Institute, and it doesn't look like he's working alone in a department, with at least a dozen colleagues working in it.

"Brother, give me a hand." He took the Irishman's ID card, then lifted the corpse up, supported him on his shoulders, moved to the fingerprint lock step by step, grabbed the Irishman's left index finger and pressed it on the Fingerprint lock.

The fingerprint lock lights up red. mistake.

He had already missed it twice, Bai Chunian thought to himself, there were still two more chances, so he chose the index finger of his right hand and pressed it on the scanning plate.

Still wrong.

With only one last chance left, Bai Chunian's Adam's apple moved slightly, hesitated, and pressed the researcher's left thumb on it.

mistake.

"...Fuck. Am I so unlucky?" Ordinary people are only used to recording these four fingers when recording passwords, and they haven't even tried it with the right thumb, but Bai Chunian has no chance of trial and error. The suppressor is about to initiate a self-destruct procedure.

Bai Chunian held the researcher's right thumb and hung it above the scanning disk, hovered for more than ten seconds, and finally put it down.

No need, gambling hurts your health.

Bai Chunian put the body back in place, took his identity card, and walked to the next room.

He returned to the cabinet in the infirmary, opened the drawer, and pulled out several boxes of commonly used medicines.

The instructions on the medicine box are all in English, but it can be seen that the letters are reversed, and all the letters are reversed. Bai Chunian looked back at the calendar beside the flower stand. The number on the calendar was 81.