There is a civil war in the third building.
And the scale is unprecedentedly large.
The restaurant used to eat on weekdays has become a mess at this moment. There is no table with four corners on the ground, and no chair can stay where it should be. There are coffee, boiled water, soybean milk, milk, tomato sauce, and salad everywhere on the wall and on the floor. As well as the mixture of blood, the air is also filled with the strange smell of food and blood.
For Ruan Xiangyuan who could die if he didn't eat a single meal, these two things could drive him crazy and drive him crazy.
Staying in such an environment for a long time will force him to concentrate and become a psychopath.
At the forty-fifth minute of this unprecedented chaotic battle, the restaurant is no longer a restaurant, but more like a non-mainstream version of Shura Field. When dk, as the last person outside Building No. 3, closed the restaurant door expressionlessly with his head full of soy milk, he glanced around at the members of Building No. 2 who were standing outside the restaurant door and were affected to varying degrees, silently Gently wiped away the bit of blood that was about to coagulate from the chapped corners of the lips...
Then, the first sentence of the high-level person in Building No. 2 was—
"There are only people from Building No. 3 left."
The second sentence is—
"Where's Uncle Sparte? I'm going to be tricked to death by him and Rachel."
Of course Rachel would not appear in this place, so the only one who came out from the back of the crowd with sympathy and peace of mind was Uncle Sparte, he touched his head as if he had caught his model roommate as a reward, DK frowned, but Honestly, they didn't escape his hand, and the two of them, regardless of the fact that a group of prisoners around them were still present and they were all blind, had a conversation on their own—
"I didn't see Reyce in there
. "dk looked around and asked.
"When Ruan Xiangyuan first arrived, he finally realized that things seemed to be getting out of control, so he went to complain to Eli." Uncle Sparte replied with a smile, "If there is no accident, now number three The incident in the building has already caused a lot of trouble in the management of the Absolute Wing Pavilion outside - you are really capable, the boss's puppy. ()"
"Where is the boss?"
"Still waiting in the conference room for us to go back and report the results." Uncle Sparte pushed DK, and casually greeted the rest of the people in Building Two who stayed at the scene and were reluctant to go in and watch the excitement, "—all stood What are you doing? Go back to your own cell, don't join in the fun here, there is no news from Eli how to deal with this matter, if anyone stays here and makes our boss mess up, he will wait to go back and get whipped."
The people in Building No. 2 responded to the call, and scattered behind Uncle Sparte's buttocks.
After waiting for a while, the people in Building No. 1 did not hear any instructions from their ruler, so they also disbanded on the spot under the high-level organization.
Building No. 4, led by Baitang, was the last group left. What Baitang meant was that he wanted to go in and help, but Reyk insisted that it was okay to help, but if Ruan Xiangyuan didn't ask, they wouldn't violate the regulations and directly intervene in the affairs of Building No. 3 anyway, and—
"It's easy to catch a cold when you stand outside the restaurant door all the time. You didn't wear a thick coat when you went out today... Baitang, do your legs not hurt anymore?"
The young man exudes an arrogance that does not look like a prison guard at all. He stands in front of the tightly closed restaurant door, completely blocking Baitang's way, and asks the middle-aged man in front of him expressionlessly.
The middle-aged man didn't answer, but the high-rises of the No. 4 building standing behind him, whose faces were already frozen, disbanded at the speed of light in the first second of Reyk's words.
…
At this time, an hour and fifteen minutes had passed since the civil war in Building No. 3 officially started.
The restaurant door is tightly closed and never opened
.
And the only evidence to know that there are still living people inside is the never-ending sound of shouting, beating, killing, dirty words and the creepy screams one after another.
At the same time, the curator's office, which is some distance away from the restaurant, is also a mess comparable to the restaurant—
The decorations and office supplies that were originally placed on the desk have all been swept onto the thick and soft white carpet at this moment. The languid mood in his face, the expression on his face was almost frozen by some kind of anger that had reached its peak. At this time, he sank deeply into his soft and spacious armchair. At his hand, was The phone was crookedly unable to be hung up, and the busy tone was beeping on the phone.
Apparently, this was the result of the phone receiver being ruthlessly and violently thrown back by the owner after a certain call was hung up about fifteen minutes ago.
Opposite Eli, standing in the third building is the prison guard Reyce.
At this time, the brim of the prison guard's hat was pulled down very low, and the expression of a hippie smile was no longer on that cute little face on weekdays. He lowered his eyes and didn't speak, unable to see what kind of emotion he was at this moment. .
The curator's office fell into a terrible silence for a while.
Until Eli suddenly sneered, raised his eyelids, glanced at the gloomy No. 3 prison guard with the corner of his eyes, and said slowly in that deliberately forced casual tone: "Guess what the people above said? "
"..." Reyes pressed the brim of his hat. The tone of the curator's speech made him extremely unhappy, and the impatient emotion was swept away in his eyes. He also responded to Eli with the same tone, "We are going to airlift a group of armed special forces. Come here to suppress the riot?" The prison guard in Building No. 3 asked sarcastically.
"No," Eli sat on the chair, motionless, biting his back molars, and said almost word for word, "They let me solve it by myself."
"..."
"That group of old people," Eli sneered, "have they been in the high-level for a long time, so the thoughts in their heads have become so naive? They actually think that if something happens, the families of the prisoners will be held accountable. , can I exchange my life for all the explanations?"
Reyes was slightly taken aback, his eyes widened slightly, and his eyes were shining a little under the brim of his hat: "Did they really say that?"
"Yes
. "The slender fingertips of Eli's right hand tapped the back of his left hand regularly. At this moment, the curator's face was full of viciousness, "... At the beginning, in order to prevent Building No. I deliberately suppressed Ruan Xiangyuan, but unexpectedly, that Ryan is also a waste—ah, Building No. 3 is really a troublesome existence. "
Reis subconsciously raised his gloved hand, and lightly stroked the brim of the hat with his fingertips. He raised his head, looked at the curator with a blank expression, and said indifferently: "So, the conclusion?"
"Since they want to fight, let them fight well enough."
After finishing speaking, the curator of the Absolute Wing Museum suddenly stood up from his seat—Eli is very tall, compared to Reyce's average height, he is almost half a head taller than him, that is, Because he was too thin, he often couldn't feel the aura. However, at this moment, Reis looked at the curator in front of him, and was really speechless for a while.
Eli quickly walked around the mess on the ground and walked out the door.
Reyes pressed the prison guard's hat, spat a dirty word from the depths of his throat, and quickly followed behind the curator—
When their backs both appeared in the corridor, the prison guard on Building No. 3 struggled to follow behind the curator: "Hey Eli, what do you want to do?"
The curator who was walking in front stopped abruptly at the gate - this made Reyce brake unsteadily and hit him firmly on the back... Fortunately, the curator was flamboyant enough to wear a fox fur shawl , it doesn't hurt much to hit it once.
Eli turned around and looked at Reyes with a smile—the prison guard stood up and sang the national anthem with goosebumps all over his body. After taking a closer look, he realized that at this moment, the curator was actually holding a bunch of golden lights in his hand. key.
Suddenly, a bad premonition flashed in his heart, and Reyce's face was full of vigilance: "What do you want?"
"Reyce."
"… what?"
"Go and inform the sisters in the medical room that they are on vacation today." Eli ordered in a calm tone.
Reyce's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears: "What are you talking about-hey Eli, you have a brain hole-you know that there is a fight over there-"
"I said," Eli raised his voice slightly, and he interrupted the prison guard's yelling with a sneer, "If you want to fight, let them fight
. "
"..."
"I won't serve these bastards anymore!" Eli's sneer was full of all kinds of unrestrainedness, "Since everyone feels from top to bottom that one life of this father can exchange many lives of those uncles, then let this 'feeling It's fine to become a fact - anyway, I only have one life, whoever wants to take it, and the rest, if anyone is unlucky enough to be killed by himself, then it's fine for them to die in vain. In this way, I'm not at a loss."
"..."
After Eli finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.
Grabbed by Reyes again, the prison guard in Building No. 3 frowned and looked at the curator: "Where are you going with the key?"
"Go and lock the door of the restaurant." Eli replied blankly, "If you want to fight, you can fight inside, and don't damage other hardware facilities of the Absolute Wing Pavilion."
Reyce: "... you want to lock the door of the restaurant?"
"Why, are you still afraid that they will starve to death inside?" Eli asked with a sneer.
Reyes was stunned for a moment, he stared at Eli with weird eyes, but he still couldn't guess what kind of mental state the current curator was in, so he could only shake his head helplessly, and let Eli slam him His own hand was taken away from his.
Close the restaurant.
There is no medical treatment.
No messages can be exchanged with the outside world.
In this case, it is not difficult to imagine that once the time is maintained for a long time, the simple fight will soon become a battle for the occupation of the remaining available resources, water sources, food, resting places...
The more he thought about it, the more he had a headache. Seeing Eli's resolute back leaving, Reyce squatted down with unprecedented headache, took off his hat suddenly, threw it aside and scratched his head in collapse—
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
)_This time is really the finale~~~~~