"By the way...you said you heard a gunshot before?" Bai Chunian asked.

"Um."

"Where did you hear it?"

"Restaurant. The voices sounded far away and faint."

"I heard it in the gym. I don't think the sound is close to me, but it's not too far away." The antidote injection has taken effect, and Bai Chunian can finally walk by himself, "Since it's in the submarine, these rooms are It can't be in a circle, it can only be in a row, come here, follow me, and we will act separately later."

When he arrived at the infirmary, the researcher really died in front of the medicine cabinet. His hand was on the edge of the cabinet, and the test tube rack overturned.

Lan Bo wanted to destroy the next door, but Bai Chunian stopped him, carried the corpse on his back, walked over, pressed the researcher's right thumb on the fingerprint lock, and opened the door intact.

"You go in, I'll stay." Bai Chunian pushed Lan Bo into the bathroom, put his hand to Lan Bo's lips before closing the door, and said with a smile, "Kiss me."

Rimbaud's sharp claws clawed on the edge of the door, frowning and said coldly: "What is this, farewell with the body, I don't want to talk about it."

Bai Chunian's face sank: "It's just luck of the koi... Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the two of us can't win again."

The door slowly closed and locked.

When Satan walked slowly to the infirmary, he saw only the corpse lying on the ground. He looked back, and the fake flowers on the flower stand shook slightly.

Satan walked towards the flower stand indifferently, and a hand stretched out from the bottom of the flower stand.

But when he looked closely, the hand was stiff and red-spotted, and it seemed to be the hand of a corpse.

It was too late when Satan realized the abnormality. Bai Chunian, who was wearing the researcher's uniform, got up from the ground and threw himself on Satan. He wrapped his arms tightly around him from behind, and used his companion ability to deceive him with pain.

Pain deception can imitate the pain that he has suffered before and apply it to the target. The pain simulated by Bai Chunian is exactly the pain injected by the Infection medicine into the body.

At that moment, Satan thought that he was really poisoned by the infectious agent, and his whole body stiffened.

The fiery temperature passed from Bai Chunian's body to him through the fabric.

"It's really an omega, and the waist is so thin." Bai Chunian smiled playfully, and the broken glass shards stained with the infectious agent in his hands stabbed into Satan's waist.

Satan has already reacted and fell for this despicable guy. He avoided the sharp break in the glass in the opposite direction, stretched out his hand, and the gold pocket watch hanging on his fingertips retreated a step.

Just when he made this action, Bai Chunian held his hand and bent his eyes with a sly smile.

It was too late for Satan to stop. He and Bai Chunian each had a blue suppressor appearing on the back of their necks, tightly locking them on their glands.

"It's worth changing for one." Bai Chunian said with a smile.

Satan's expression turned grim, staring fiercely at Bai Chunian's fangs, trying to tear him apart.

His abilities can act on any target in an enclosed space, but two people in contact will count as one target and will be recreated together from past experiences.

"how do you know."

"Band-Aid." Bai Chunian took out the Band-Aid, "I cut it into small pieces and used it to put notes on Rimbaud, but when you asked me to repeat the action of pressing the wrong fingerprint lock, this thing was caught with me. Reappeared, and I think at least what I came across might go back in time with me."

The door of the infirmary dinged, and Rimbaud pressed the code to push the door in. He was not in this closed space just now, and Satan's ability didn't work on him.

Satan grabbed Bai Chunian's hand, and the two of them simultaneously held the piece of glass stained with the infectious agent.

Satan looked at Lan Bo coldly: "Come here, we will perish together." He glanced at Bai Chunian: "You only have one antidote, right, you dare to bet with me this time."

Bai Chunian: "I provoked you to mess with you."

Rimbaud also stared at them lightly, his eyes wandering, waiting for an opportunity to find a flaw.

Bai Chunian can bend or stretch, and this time he tried to convince people with reason: "We were also arrested, and the situation is similar to yours. To be honest, we should share the enemy and go out first."

"It's me who should survive. Why should I be destroyed." Satan asked softly, "I was the one who won the battle at the breeding base. Why did the Black Panther get the name of a demon, but I have to be destroyed. I've endured for so long. , until the mature stage, why is it the result now."

"What are you talking about, they are all mimicry, can you compare?"

"Full Mimic? What are you pretending to be stupid?" Satan became extremely excited. "Whoever wins will be called with the Mimic Potion. Don't you know that, Messenger?"

Bai Chunian was really puzzled now: "...What, I have never used that kind of potion. The probability of the appearance of the messenger-type experimental body is three in 100,000, so don't magicians and magicians appear naturally? Otherwise, where did this data come from?"

"Stupid." Satan took out a coin from his cloak and sneered, "50% chance of being tails up, right?"

The coin was tossed by him, and then fell back into the palm of his hand. It was heads.

The second time, it was positive.

There were four tosses in total, only one was back.

"Do you understand." Satan's gloomy eyes curled up mockingly, "As long as the number of attempts is not enough, the probability is just the probability."

"Enough, there's no point in arguing any more." Satan let go of Bai Chunian's hand, took two steps back, and raised his hand to touch the back of his neck.

Bai Chunian patted the flower stand: "He wants to remove the suppressor!"

Rimbaud rushed up like lightning, wrapped around Satan, raised his hand to remove his right shoulder joint, and his sharp claws tore a huge wound on Satan's chest, drawing blood into his hands, turning it into a bloody hydration The steel pistol fired a shot at Satan's head without hesitation.

Satan was shot in the head, staring at Rimbaud in horror, lying on the ground without moving, blood seeping from under his black cloak, staining the floor red.