absurd deduction game.

Chapter 665 Working in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, the No. 51 Survivor Base has turned off the lights and entered a dormant state.

The corridor in No. 3 area is deep and narrow. In order to save space, the dormitories are very close to each other. There are eight beds in each dormitory, and the survivors who have gathered here since the establishment of the base have been accommodated.

Everything is quiet. In this world, the night no longer belongs to humans.

When everyone was supposed to be sound asleep, the voice-activated sensor lights in the corridor suddenly turned on.

A dormitory door was pushed open, and a woman with disheveled hair, wearing the white stripe system issued by the base, staggered out, her legs seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and she sprained with every step, her bare feet clinging to the The cold metal ground, step by step, left footprints with water marks.

The monitor in the corridor flashed red dots, and the woman seemed to look up in the direction of the monitor, her black hair covered her face and her expression even more.

She then turned around and walked down the hallway.

There are toilets for men and women at the innermost side of the corridor. If the woman is going out to use the toilet, it is not a big surprise.

But the quiet monitoring still locked on the woman, silently watching the woman's movements until the woman disappeared within the monitoring range.

The voice-activated lights came on one by one, and went off one by one.

The woman was barefoot and walked almost silently. It was her obviously heavy and difficult breathing that triggered the voice-activated light.

Like slammed glass, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the sound of gurgling water was mixed in her mouth. Every time she took a breath, the woman opened her mouth wide, looking like a fish that was about to die of thirst.

She finally walked into the bathroom, without looking at the signs of men and women, and continued with that weird walking frequency, step by step to the sink.

There was a mirror inlaid above the sink, and the woman looked up into the mirror, her distorted figure was shrouded in a ridiculous uniform like a hospital gown, her hair was fluffy and disheveled, hanging in front of her face.

The woman tilted her head, revealing a pair of protruding eyes from between her hair.

She grunted, grinned, reached out and turned on the faucet, and stretched her hands under the faucet to accept the washing of the water.

After a few seconds, she stuck her head out too.

The movable plug of the sink was closed, the faucet was turned on to the maximum, and the flowing water filled the sink, and the woman's whole head was wet. She made a smooth and weird guttural sound, waiting for the water level to rise bit by bit.

But she couldn't wait.

The woman lowered her head and buried herself deeply in the water. Water seeped into her mouth and nose, causing a strong suffocation.

Her body resisted fiercely and twitched non-stop, but she was firmly and happily drowning in the water, letting the oxygen leave her.

The lungs began to burn.

Lungs are about to explode.

The darkness engulfed, and the water splashed. After an unknown period of time, the woman's body lost its support and slumped down from the sink.

Her abdomen swelled high, and as the body fell to the ground, there was almost the sound of sloshing water in her stomach.

The uncontrolled faucet continued to run water again, and soon the water overflowed the sink and flowed onto the ground, wetting the woman's clothes.

The woman's protruding eyes were wide open, and she looked at the ceiling contentedly, as if she was content to drown herself.

The bathroom was flooded with water.

In the silence, the water flow was so piercing and the steam was steaming. For some reason, there was a handprint formed by water on the mirror in front of the sink.

Tiny drops of water drooped and flowed down in streams.

"it's here!"

There were a few running footsteps outside the bathroom, and then the door was knocked open, and three men rushed in. The clothes they were wearing were different from the uniforms worn by women, they were also white, and the women's clothes were loose and more comfortable, but the three men were Wearing trousers made of special materials, paired with tactical boots, and a very simple and convenient jacket on the upper body.

Not only that, but they also wore a metal filter mask on the lower half of their faces, and gun bags were tied to their thighs, highlighting the outline of a pistol.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the tallest one immediately picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, and said coldly: "The infected body is confirmed dead. Judging from the situation at the scene, it is still infected with the water ghost type wraith virus. Drowning and suffocating ourselves. Yes, after we clear the scene, the body will be transported to the experimental area."

After hanging up the intercom, the tall man said to the two companions: "Clean up the scene. This is the third person infected with the water ghost virus this week. It is basically certain that the source of infection has mixed into the base. The base conducts medical screening... hey, it's another big project."

Three people acted, and two of them seemed very skilled, apparently having dealt with this kind of death scene more than once.

Wearing isolation gloves, they carefully lifted the woman's body and put it into a new type of body bag prepared. From the beginning to the end, it was as if they were touching a bomb that would explode at any time.

Another young man, who was a bit unfamiliar in comparison, simply walked to the sink and turned off the faucet, opened the pool plug, and guided the water that had accumulated in the pool to flow down to the sewer.

The young man in the mirror is not tall, but his body is extremely tall and straight. His hair is too long for boys, and it is tied into a high ponytail behind his head.

A few strands of hair from the corners of his temples fit perfectly with the exposed upper half of his feminine face. His eyebrows are slender and his eyes are like stars, which can really be called picturesque.

I'm afraid no matter who saw him, it would be a pity that such a beautiful appearance was given to a man.

The young man looked down at the extra sailor's handprint on the mirror, with a flash of interest in his eyes, and asked the busy other two in the tone of a junior asking for advice: "Is this handprint made by her... or is it something else?" left?"

"There...there is no security monitoring in the bathroom, so we don't know very well." The tall man scratched his head, "It's unreasonable symptoms that there are many Wraith viruses, even if there are more handprints out of thin air, it's normal. I have also encountered a reincarnation virus that can make infected people jump to death and then appear on the sixth floor out of thin air."

Hearing this, the young man sighed with some pity: "This virus is really miraculous...it is impossible to prevent, and it is extremely harmful. When will human beings come out of the shadow of the doomsday..."

"It's too early to think about this. Isn't the base thinking about its development now? Damn, I knew that you would definitely have some problems with your mentality when you just joined the cleanup team. It’s commonplace, you have to get used to it as soon as possible, don’t be too scared.” The tall man persuaded with the appearance of a senior, and then reminded, “In short, take good protection, no matter what type of wraith virus, infection will be over.”

The man chattered about some experiences, dispelling the silence in the night, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, a very delicately cut paper man stuck to the trash can, quietly poking out a paper head.

The facial features of the paper figurine were horrible, and a pair of perfunctory eyes stared at the three people who were dealing with the scene, becoming the fourth pair of eyes peeping in the dark.

Suddenly, the well-behaved young man raised his eyes, as if he had sensed something, and looked straight in the direction of the trash can. The little paper figurine retracted its head instantly, not daring to move.

There was a half-smile on the young man's face, and he walked over calmly, pinching the little paper figurine precisely amidst the paper figurine's suddenly desperate expression.

Halfway through the education of the tall man, the junior left suddenly. He wanted to scold the other party more seriously and make the other party listen carefully. These are all reasons to save his life.

But seeing the younger generation's back, for some reason, he couldn't say a word of seriousness, and after a few seconds, even a little bit of dissatisfaction disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

The tall man scratched his head in doubt, feeling as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn’t recall it. Seeing that the younger generation who had just come to the clean-up team was standing next to the trash can, he couldn’t help asking: "... Ah Ling, are you watching? what?"

"A Ling" turned her back to the two colleagues, dipped the little paper figurine in water, squeezed it into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and replied: "It's nothing, a piece of waste paper fell out. I just put it where it belongs."

　This chapter is to deduce the interior of the copy
　　
　
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