Chapter 1254: Dark tunnel (part 1)

Because it is a long-term view, the shooting angle of view is also limited, causing many viewers to ignore an extremely important point in the process:
Where's the knife?
After entering the wilderness, Ruiwen always wears the exoskeleton armor tailored for her by Ronan, but it seems to be mostly symbolic:
In addition to the close-fitting outfits of military uniforms, it is nothing more than chest, back, plastron, bracers plus some forearms, and knee-length leggings.
And they are all Bai Sensen's bone materials, such as Cosplay crafts, more than armor equipment with decent protection.
Well, just awakening, the unarmed genius who almost wiped out a Dark Blue Walker squad, didn't need canned steel armor.
But what about the knife?
What tools did Ruiwen use to complete this extremely delicate anatomical process? Is it because she forced to keep long nails in order to play the guitar?
Long Qi doesn't know how many people will find the details under this "sword". Anyway, his eyelids are jumping wildly, his mouth and brain are a bit out of touch, and the problem of eloquence is turned up again:
"Yeah, Miss Ruiwen's craftsmanship has always been good. Pao Ding Jie Niu, at first glance, she is a good cook..."
"Look for a closer look!"
"For details!"
"The girl who kills the chicken by herself is the cutest!"
"Please be killed!"
Sure enough, netizens can turn super serious and even scary topics into the most absurd areas at any time. In other words, should we thank those big buddies in the background? Their control of Ruiwen's behavior pattern is obviously more professional.
Long Qi is still thinking about how to pick it up, but Ruiwen has already raised her head: "It is the same type as Xiacheng's sexual transmission?"
Roar!
"..."
Long Qi's head was stunned, and instinctively wanted to explain to the camera: I didn't say, I didn't say anything!
However, no one listens to his explanation now, and at the end he can only twitch his mouth seemingly calmly: "Who did you listen to?"
At that time, Ruiwen should still be in a coma.
Ruiwen's answer is simple: "Everyone says so."
"I didn't say it!"
"I never said +1"
"The same never said..."
When the elated netizens stood in various forms, Long Qi could only roll his eyes: "Have you said that boss Luo never taught you how to be a lady? Or he likes this natural flow... Question He is a famous annual pie!"
I must be crazy!
Long Qi wanted to bite off his tongue immediately.
However, Ruiwen was still staring at him—perhaps it was his illusion, feeling that the sight of the little girl projected this time was unprecedentedly focused and serious.
This thinking is very dangerous.
Dragon Qi cut off in time.
If possible, he still wants to sew his mouth, but under Ruiwen's extra serious oppressive sight, he can only change the subject dryly:
"I don't need to think about this channel now, I just want to know, are there any new discoveries?"
Ruiwen stared at him for at least three seconds before she retracted her gaze.
The little girl obviously won't give a long explanation, just nodded: "Yes, its activity does not match."
Long Qi played the role of a popular science worker in time, his eyes scanned the twitching nerve lines, half-analyzed and half-guessed: "You mean, the activity of the nervous system of this ghost intestine is stronger than it should be? In other words, this is not without reason. If it is actually infected by the unique aberrant virus of the Winged Blood Bat, it will definitely have additional stimulation..."
"it is this?"
Ruiwen directly pushed a piece of feather on the back of this ghost bird, and there were a few obvious corrosive depressions on the grainy raised skin, and there were even some bloodstains that seemed to have dried up.
Long Qi made a "uh" sound, subconsciously stretched out his hand, rubbed it against the blood stain, rubbing his fingertips. Gao Min's gloves faithfully returned that special micro-sticky touch, which instantly changed his complexion:
"Not long!"
Long Qi's first reaction was to look up.
Several successive fuzzy judgments made him feel instinctively that one more link must be added to the traceability of the entire incident—just nearby.
Then, there is nothing more that needs to focus on reconnaissance than when he shot down the "Ghost Intestine" tree just now.
Frankly speaking, today's Dragon Qi has a tight scalp and a cold nape in the back of his neck.
If the guess is correct, there is a "superior host" who has just "sucked and infected" the ghost bird, and has concealed his perception, it is most likely to be nearby, or even on the big tree next to him. Stay...over.
Just give him a bite if he doesn't guard against it, the aberration infection can cause serious accidents for you regardless of whether you live it live or not.
Sure enough, it has been live broadcast for a long time. It has been touted by netizens for days and relaxed too much. Since it has been judged that it is the anti-kill of the distortion "lair", the subsequent danger should be wave after wave. How can he have leisure to continue to communicate online How about helping fans to interact...
This is not the time to take care of the image, and criticizing his stupid behavior, Long Qi took a deep breath:
"The problem is serious. I want to explore the neighborhood again... Let's keep a distance from this tree. Pay special attention to things like wing-handed blood bats, things like bats."
Rather than reminding Ruiwen and Zheng to tell the audience, it is better to say that Long Qi used this method to sort out his own thoughts.
He has always believed that in the wilderness, nothing can be more important than a clear mind.
In the almost muttering voice, Long Qi reassessed the danger level of the surrounding area through its own perception and the portable sensing device built into the inner armor.
More than ten meters behind the side, his beloved sidecar motorcycle, against the blood stains thrown by the previous "birds and flesh bombs", slowly drove over here in an unmanned mode.
The carrying case of the dark blue walker exoskeleton placed on it has opened its opening and is ready to be equipped at any time.
At the same time, the information flow on both sides has formed a link. Through the more powerful perception module function of Deep Blue Walker, a fuller analysis was carried out, and the next big tree and several highly suspicious spots around it were quickly locked.
Sure enough, this multi-level parasitic trick hasn't really ended yet.
Regardless of the ghost intestines, or the unidentified superior host of the "wing-hand blood bat", the targets they controlled were not consumed in the previous "flying bomb" link, but entered in a relatively secret manner. standby mode.
It's just that under the condition of aberrant infection, their significantly elevated and not stable body temperature reveals clues.
He should have thought of...
"Let's go back, toward your four o'clock, know where it is."
Long Qi glanced at Ruiwen, preparing to give another obvious direction instruction. It's not what he is worried about, just hope that Ruiwen can cooperate with him and don't cause any accidents...
"Uh, this thing can be thrown away."
Ruiwen was still holding the half body of Guichangniao, looking straight over with clear eyes-this kind of scene was somewhat and absurd.
"Oh." Ruiwen is obedient, she does this most of the time.
At most it is a question: "Want to find a higher-level host?"
"Yes, we need to do a more dangerous traceability work..."
Oh, this desire for explanation!
Dragon Qi laughed at himself.
In the next second, Ruiwen lifted the fingers of the bird's wing root of the ghost intestine and released it, and the bird corpse fell.
It fell about a few centimeters... and it was held up inexplicably.
Well, it means literally.
It’s not landing, not suspending, but propping up—because the exposed and twitching blood vessels and nerves in half of the corpse are spread out in the air. It is a framework that once existed, distributed, stretched, and erected layer by layer.
Its lower end landed on the grass that had been trampled down. Two semi-hollow structures formed by slender nerves and blood vessels became pillars supporting half of the corpse.
Long Qi, who knows a little bit of anatomy, can probably guess that this should be the nerve and blood vessel arrangement of the legs of Guichangniao.
It's just that the two legs have been completely stripped off by Ruiwen's magical sword technique, and landed in the flesh and blood debris under the tree.
Nowadays, this non-musculoskeletal system, which was originally used for signal transmission and nutrition, has been replaced and forcibly developed the corresponding functions, so that this colorful strange bird with a vaguely alive shape can "stagger" on the ground. Step... Then he swayed, stumbled, and "walked" toward the other half of the completely unformed flesh and blood and the muddy viscera.
What's the matter, do you want to put it back now?
Two seconds later, Long Qi found out in despair that his brainwave frequency actually matched this absurd channel.
In contrast, in the live channel, millions of viewers, because their brain waves can’t match, all sorts of collapse expressions are nothing.
Yes, as the ghost bird staggered back to the area where the other half of the corpse was located, the flesh and blood fragments that had been messed up really gained some kind of undesirable "vitality", they wriggled and jumped. As if trying to follow the neurovascular bundles of the branches and cling to where they should have been before.
Some are already doing this...
For a moment, the range of the jungle that Long Qi felt was silent as death. Including the source of danger he perceives, they all seemed to be frightened by such a weird and strange scene, and there was no sound for a while.
Long Qi twisted his stiff neck and looked towards Ruiwen.
Ruiwen's clear pupils are also looking at him: "Can you see it?"
"what?"
Ruiwen was a little troubled by Long Qi's reaction: "Listen? Hierarchically, to the far end... Ink heard it!"
Don't follow your babbling brother!
In the roar of Dragon Qi’s heart, in mid-air, the huge crow used to show the ominous "wow" yelled, suddenly ended the hovering state, buckled the wings for a certain distance, and flew flat, wiping the branches and leaves of the forest. The gap passed through the thick edge of the trunk of the big tree where Dragon Seven had previously killed Ghost Intestine.
The stretched thick claws brushed there, bringing up a few broken branches, and a cloud of gray shadows-it seemed that something with wings had shrunk into a ball, originally intended to spread its wings and fly, but I don't know why it reacted. Sluggish, or stunned by ink?
It only opened the wings with the membrane, and then dropped to the ground, convulsing and struggling at the edge of the creeping flesh and blood of the ghost bird.