"It's been dark for a long time, and I want to stick with sacred things." Satan said, "Rimbo, I don't deserve to touch it, it's good to have you."

But outside the glass of the interrogation room, Rimbaud's perspective is a little ambiguous when he sees the postures of the two people inside. The two people in the interrogation room suddenly heard a loud bang from the glass behind them. Looking back, Rimbaud's right hand penetrated the bulletproof glass, broke off a few pieces, and climbed in from the outside.

There was also a strong oppressive pheromone, and in an instant, Rimbaud appeared on Satan's side, grabbed the back of the omega's neck, lowered his head slightly, and his pupils, which were folded into vertical lines, moved towards him: "Come here. Just stick with me."

The closed room is broken, Satan's ability to deduce the future is invalid, and it is no longer possible to predict the direction of events in this room.

In the past, Lan Bo was reluctantly tolerant towards other omegas, but this time Bai Chunian could also understand the source of Lan Bo's anger. The submarine laboratory was destroyed due to Satan's failure to destroy it, and the leakage of the infectious agent in the sea area cannot be said to be completely innocent. Since he has not caught the mastermind behind the scenes, Irene, Rimbaud is understandably angry with him.

Satan did not dodge, but stared at Rimbaud with a burning gaze, folded his hands on his chest, and faced Rimbaud with a devout prayer posture.

Rimbaud gradually let go of his hand, his hand fell to his side and clenched his fist, unable to do anything to Satan.

"Stay away from him." Rimbaud grabbed his chin and warned him word by word, turned and left.

Lan Bo was holding his breath, and Bai Chunian was a little baffled.

Satan saw his confusion and said blankly, "God can't hurt the believers, otherwise it will backfire on himself. I am willing to surrender, and at your mercy, he can't kill me."

When Bai Chunian closed the window, making the interrogation room a closed space, Satan already understood that Bai Chunian asked him to use future deductions to predict that he would not hurt him.

"...How can you be considered a believer?" Bai Chunian asked.

"Surrender, conversion, reverence, attachment, and ardent love."

"Then... it was hurt, what would happen?" Bai Chunian had a bad premonition in his heart, and quickly added, "The original intention was not to hurt, but to save people."

"It's okay to suffer ten times the pain at the same time until the day the believer is healed. After all, he is immortal."

"I'll contact you later." Bai Chunian said hurriedly, gestured to the guards, and ran out in the direction that Lan Bo left.

Rimbaud sat waiting for him at the edge of the one-person flower bed outside the main entrance of the police station, with his back to the police station door, and the tip of the dangling fish tail grabbed a real rose in the flower bed. The sky was raining a sun rain, and the sun and rain fell on Rimbaud at the same time.

The raindrops on his head were suddenly blocked. Lan Bo turned his head and lowered his gaze. Bai Chunian was standing under the stairs, his right hand was in his pocket, and his left hand raised the umbrella to the highest level. The edge of the umbrella would cover Lan Bo's hair.

Rimbaud raised the tip of his tail and gave him the flower.

Chapter 164

After returning from the police station, Bai Chunian had locked himself in the back room weapons warehouse in the bedroom of the apartment for three full days.

In addition to the weapons with firearms and ammunition hanging on three sides, there is also a flat folding table in the arsenal. After the folding table is opened, it can be spliced ​​into a long table with three square work areas. On the far right are some precise measuring tools. In the middle is the copy table, and on the far left is the place for computers and sundries.

Bai Chunian was lying on the desktop, a whole architectural drawing with dense lines was spread out on the desktop, and a CAD drawing was opened on the computer on the left.

Rimbaud was lying on his back, his head hanging on the edge of the bed, his hair falling to the ground, holding a book he bought at the bookstore on the way back from the police station in his hand.

It is a complete set, with a total of seven volumes, the first volume is called "Water Color Grave", the second volume "Flame Square Coffin", the author's signature is written Domino.

"How can this kind of book sell well, I can write it too." Rimbaud closed the hardcover book in his hand and shoved it into his mouth.

"Don't eat, don't wrinkle, it will be useful later." Bai Chunian raised his head from the pile of drawings to stop him.

Rimbaud took the book out of his mouth and wiped it: "It's just about life in the research institute. Do human beings like to watch us suffer so much?"

"You don't know the words, can you read it?"

"I also learned a little word."

"He wrote about the seven ways to die in the research institute." Bai Chunian explained while calculating the distance on the drawing, ""Water Color Grave" wrote about a culture cabin full of culture medium, "Flame Square Coffin" "Writing about an incinerator, Domino's ability to read the memory of matter through his tentacles, he selected seven different experimental subjects and wrote seven volumes from the experience of life to death. The struggle before death was written very vividly, especially The incinerator book looks claustrophobic."

Rimbaud looked at the cover of the hardcover book, which showed a cobweb with a nibbled skeleton connected to the center of the cobweb.

"You've also been in the research institute for three years, what do you think?" Bai Chunian lowered his eyelids and seemed to keep his eyes on the drawing. In fact, his hand didn't move, he just held the pen tightly, the tendons on the back of his hand tensed. Raised.

"It doesn't matter." Rimbaud threw the book on the bed, turned over and lay on the side of the bed, resting his head in his hands and asked, "You haven't slept too much these three days. Go to sleep after you come here."

"There are still serious things to do." Bai Chunian said, "I have to go to the medical society later. Brother Han said that Domino's injury has stabilized and he can visit."

"Okay, anyway, everything is more serious than obedience with me. I want to kill them all." Rimbaud rolled over on the bed, "There are so many omegas, after seeing this and seeing that, I can't kill one of them in one day. Finish."

"..." Bai Chunian finally stood up from behind the drawing, raised his long legs and stepped onto the bed, pressed Lan Bo under him, and put it on his neck, sucking hard.

Rimbaud was tickled by him, leaning on the alpha's arched back: "What are you doing."

"Charge." Bai Chunian took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of white thorn rose pheromone, and said lazily, "What exactly is your pheromone?"