Lan Bo and Bai Chunian looked at each other silently, Lan Bo quickly grabbed Cu Lianhesu, and raised his hand towards the back of Bai Chunian's neck, and Bai Chunian grabbed his wrist to hold him back.
"Good boy, hit it." Lan Bo gritted his teeth slightly, and pressed the needle hard on the back of his neck. Bai Chunian's weakness after injecting the dissociating agent hadn't passed yet, and his hands were a little weak after being pressed by Lan Bo.
"Honey, don't get excited, let go first."
After a stalemate for a while, Rimbaud relaxed, his hand holding the synaptonin fell to his side, and he sat depressed, with the hair on his forehead covering his eyes, with a trembling voice: "Don't wait..."
Bai Chunian took the synaptonin injection gun from him, held it up to his face, and said, "Except for the headquarters of the research institute, there is only this synaptonin in the outside world. If I use it, the immortal soul will be useless. If After he loses his sanity, the undead summoning body will flood the world, how many casualties will it cause?"
This matter is obviously also within the scope of Han Xingqian's consideration. He held his chin and made a simple calculation: "If the undead summoning body appears in a region by region, there is still room for recovery, but if the undead summoning body appears in a short period of time Exploding at the same time, it is really difficult to control. The president is willing to use this synergy-promoting hormone for you, which means that he will personally attack the immortal souls."
Bai Chunian pursed his lips and thought for a while, then asked, "Does this tube have to be injected completely to be effective?"
"According to the data of the synergy hormone obtained by the puppeteer, each milliliter of medicine can last for ten more days. This tube of medicine has a total of three milliliters, which can maintain the sanity state of the experimental subject during the deterioration period for a total of thirty days."
"Brother Han, take one milliliter from it and give it to me." Bai Chunian put the injection gun in front of Han Xingqian, "You take the rest of the medicine back to the Medical Association, half of it is used for sampling and imitation, and the other half is saved. If the undead go berserk, This one-third of the association-promoting hormone can be used as a temporary emergency, giving us an extra ten days."
"In ten days, it will be very difficult for the medical society to successfully imitate such a medicine." Han Xingqian frowned. "Besides, there are only ten days. What are you going to do after these ten days?"
"If within ten days, the president can bring back the search documents of the banning institute, the secret agent will help me get the synthin."
"The international meeting has been postponed indefinitely. Within ten days... it's hard to say."
"Then in the next ten days, I will sneak into the headquarters of the research institute and bring out Synthetin." Bai Chunian sat cross-legged on the carpet, drawing circles on the carpet with his fingertips boredly.
Han Xingqian stared at him in a daze. The boy who used to be honest and funny was now sick and pale. He was holding life-saving medicine in his hand, but what he wanted in his heart was to leave a copy for the alliance to help in an emergency.
For a while, he recalled the days when Xiaobai was just brought back to IOA. He was so bruised and so weak that he couldn't stand up, but he still put on a reluctant smile, trying to show everyone that he was harmless. The full number 9100 No doctor or nurse dared to be alone with the mimetic experimental god envoy, and Han Xingqian was equally cautious, testing him with a unicorn every day, worried that he would violently hurt others with evil intentions.
But no, every time he wandered around and read Xiaobai's heart with the accompanying ability of the holy beast, it was always so clear that he was ashamed to embarrass himself.
"Although sneaking into the headquarters of the research institute will be tacitly approved by the team leader, it will not be approved in writing by the task force of the secret service team, which means that there is no support and equipment. I have to prepare for a while. You can leave me a few more injections of dissociative agents. There's too little synotropin, so I'll use it sparingly."
Rimbaud didn't speak any more.
The bedroom became silent, only Bai Chunian seemed in a good mood, sat on the ground and rolled up his T-shirt to get rid of it, planning to change into a clean one, his feet didn't pay attention to controlling the mimesis because no outsiders were present, and turned into White velvet lion claws, pink claw pads swing left and right.
Suddenly, Han Xingqian grabbed Bai Chunian's collar, pulled him in front of him without defense, touched his forehead lightly with the horn on his forehead, and read Bai Chunian's defenseless heart at this moment .
A trembling voice in his heart said, "I don't want to die."
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It has been a day and a night since the first wave of summoned undead appeared in the Lawrence Mountains of Canada.
Snow White Castle was still guarded impregnably, and no enemy could break into the castle through the defense line and disturb the puppet masters in the workshop.
The workshop was locked from the inside. During the whole day and night, except for small movements of grinding and cutting from time to time, it has been very quiet.
In the room, only a desk lamp was on on the workbench, and the surrounding light was dim. On the bed lay a doll. It was made of ceramic materials from its limbs to its torso. It was made into an alpha shape. It was tall and slender, with a white complexion, and ten fingers on its hands and feet The ball joints are small and flexible, but this ceramic doll has no head on its neck.
The puppeteer is wearing a leather apron and sitting at the work table, crossing one leg, leaning on the ceramic head on the leg, and the table is full of makeup tools.
The ceramic head has not had time to be finely carved, but the puppeteer's craftsmanship is exquisite, and the roughly carved facial features are also very three-dimensional and handsome. At this time, the makeup has been completed, and the puppeteer uses a fine brush to dip in red ink and carefully paints on the head. On the doll's cheeks, draw a red line across the bridge of the nose from left to right, then change the pen to dip in black ink, draw a black line vertically, form a cross with the red line, and finally spray a transparent layer on the whole face Matte paint.
The puppeteer picked out a pair of light green glazed eyeballs he had made from a drawer and placed them in the empty eye sockets of the puppet. Afterwards, he took out the short silver hair that was put in a ziplock bag, and tapped strands into the puppet's eyes one by one. overhead.
After everything was ready, the puppeteer placed the head on the limbs of the puppet on the bed, and tried twisting, bowing and raising the head.
The puppeteer couldn't count how many nights he hadn't closed his eyes. His eyeballs were bloodshot, his chin was covered with stubble, and his whole body was too haggard. He slowly took off his half-handed glove, and used a cloth covered with tiny wounds. With cracked hands, Eris sat up.
The ceramic doll has no vitality, so naturally it doesn't have the ability to support itself to sit up. He can only lean against the puppeteer's arms with twisted limbs and joints, with his chin resting on his shoulders.
The puppeteer took out the holy spring from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole on the nape of Eris' neck, and carefully spun it half a turn.
At first, the rotation of the clockwork seemed to be stuck because the interior was brand new and unused, but then it went smoothly. The puppeteer turned the holy clockwork three times, and then used his A3 ability God's Hand, and the agave pheromone from him The glands in the body spread around and injected into Eris.
Behind Eris' white ceramic body, a red-backed spider emblem emerges from under the skin of the lower back. This step is very similar to printing a brand logo on a factory doll.
In the dimly lit workshop, the desk lamp on the table flickered, and the puppet leaning on the puppeteer's shoulder raised its head inch by inch. The light green eyes suddenly became lively, turned in the eye sockets, and blinked. The corners of the long and bright red lips curved upwards.
There was finally voices in the room.
"You said that you like a violent world, that way life will change quickly, and I have been following your order, Nix, why do you seem unhappy?"
Eris' voice was as usual, part boyish, part wild dog gloomy.
The puppeteer focused on polishing the spherical joints of Eris' waist with sandpaper, and said calmly: "That must be based on the condition of your and my eternal life, Eris, the essence of human beings is double standards."
"Okay." Eris happily moved his still stiff and unsmooth joints, raised his hand and clenched his fingers a few times, and put them on his left chest.
"What did you put in my chest?" Eris closed his eyes and stroked his left chest. "There's something in it. It's hot and heavy like it was taken out of boiling water."
"How is it?" the puppeteer asked.
Eris didn't know it, but felt honored just because the mechanical core was made by Nix, and made a cross on his chest to promise: "I will treasure it for the rest of my life."
Eris put his hand on the puppeteer's back silently, and touched his back down to his waist. Before he was about to reprimand himself in disgust, he quickly took out a chip from his apron pocket.
It is the combat chip dropped from the shield of Athena. It is the same version as the one used by Eris, and it can be shared by the first experimental subject numbered 6.
"Wait, I haven't thought about it yet." The puppeteer was stunned, and raised his hand to stop him. Eris already has a heart similar to that of a human, and it should be matched by a more reasonable program, but such reason requires sacrifice. The price of combat power is exchanged, so it becomes difficult to choose.
However, staying up all night for several consecutive days made the puppeteer's movements slow, and he stretched out his hand to grab the empty space. Eris put the combat chip into his mouth one step earlier, and swallowed it with his head up. The chip automatically adsorbed and returned to its place, establishing a connection with the heart.
The special combat weapon combat chip developed by the research institute can give the experimental subject an understanding of weapon structure, combat knowledge, combat awareness, and massacre tendencies.
The chip returned to its place suddenly, and the sound of gears turning and clenching sounded in Eris' body, and a golden reading program rolled across the eyeballs.
Afterwards, he sensed the approaching danger gathered outside Snow White Castle, stood up from the bed, and looked out the window.
The puppeteer quietly looked at this work of art completely made by himself—every tendon and muscle on the slender calf can be stretched and changed with the movement, and he did not have time to accurately measure the carved body. Molded, but extremely flexible, the most important thing is that he has a heart that is the same proportion as a human being. No one can reproduce such a mechanical core.
This is the puppet he made in the shortest time. Although he has not had time to polish it carefully, just looking at the prototype, it is clear that this will be a work that he will never be able to surpass again in his entire life.
Like all artists, he worries unreasonably whether his works will survive in the world after a hundred years. As a fully mimicked messenger-type ninth-level mature body, if Eris is allowed to grow wildly, he will inevitably enter a period of deterioration.
He needs syntropin.
The puppeteer thought so, even though Eris didn't show any deterioration, he still had some nervous panic.
Eris smiled nonchalantly, "If you forbid me to do something, you can order me verbally, Nix."
The puppeteer put the holy clockwork into the palm of Eris, and said slowly: "This time, only kill the summoned undead, and don't hurt any other creatures."
The undead summoned bodies outside Snow White Castle were killed one after another, but they would make a comeback after a few hours, because the Lawrence Mountains were also one of the places where the cultivation base concentratedly destroyed the experimental bodies.
Qi Shenggu sat on the snow-covered castle wall, his legs hung down the outer wall, his high heels dangled on his toes, and he blew on the overheated muzzle of his hand.
She led many experimental subjects and dolls to resist the undead summoning body outside the wall, but when she looked back at the ammunition box, there were not many magazines left. How much more is there to face.
"One day has passed." Qi Shenggu raised his peacock feather fan to cover the heavy snow falling in his hair, and lowered his head to ask the dragonfly flying at her feet, "Is Nix dead?"
"No, hold on a little longer..." Dragonfly dragged the gun with both hands tiredly and flew in the air. One of the transparent wings on her back was broken, and only half was left, and the wounds on her body were unable to heal.
Qi Shenggu looked at her weak appearance and sneered.
Suddenly there was a faint faint sound on the ground, Qi Shenggu opened his eyes vigilantly, and on the horizon covered with vast white snow in the distance, a group of gray and white experimental subjects emerged.
"It's coming again, it's endless, how many of these ghost things have been destroyed by the research institute?" Qi Shenggu raised his rifle irritably, the magazines of the suitable model had been exhausted.
The dragonfly was too tired to fly on the high wall, its wings moved weakly, blood was still flowing down its fingertips, and it looked down at the foot of the castle. Gradually covered.
She and most of the experimental subjects living here are not good at fighting, and their level is not high enough. After a day and night of high-intensity resistance, they are already exhausted.
The ghost jumped from a high place with the hourglass in his arms, and slid down beside Qishenggu. He also had some glands overdrawn, and his hands holding the hourglass were trembling slightly.
"It's really useless." Qi Shenggu glanced at these unsatisfactory things, threw away the rifle that was out of ammunition, and took out a pistol from the side of the leg under the dark green cheongsam skirt.
Just when they were about to stand up again with their injured bodies, a burst of wild and piercing laughter came from the heights of the castle.
People heard the sound and looked back subconsciously. An arched window at the top of the center of the castle was pushed open, and Eris flew out of the window like a cuckoo in the clock, wearing a suit from a contour doll. The gorgeous baroque dress that was taken off jumped out of the air in an arc, and landed heavily in the snow outside the castle wall.
The snow was smashed and splashed by his falling body, and the snowflakes were flying. Eris slowly got up from the ceramic and wooden stumps of many dolls, raised his hand and held the half-human-high silver body cast by the sacred clockwork from behind. Scissors, the blades were scattered with cursed golden threads, and the corners of the scarlet lips were raised and split.
"I'm Eris~"