Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The lights in the lab are dark.

Witch Jane suddenly woke up and a tube of health supplement and a glass of fresh water were delivered to him.

“Trust, subconscious appeasement.” Researcher Song looked down at the analysis just generated: "It's a good thing that Vega has detected fluctuations close to falling below the safety threshold. ”

Witch Jane quickly swallowed the supplement, relieving her breath.

Researcher Song looked at Witch Jane: “Bring him out, we need an opportunity. ”

“Coming out of the subconscious requires an extremely stressful environment - provided Vego absolutely trusts you. ”

A file was sent to Witch Jane.

Just 12 pages, detailing the R-code base layout, personnel structure, and several important timelines. The information is fairly familiar with the base, hastily compiled, like temporary scraping memories--

Witch Jane's consciousness looked toward Mao Dongqing.

Mao Dongqing slightly turned his head, solemnly thanking him: “A little cotton. ”

A minute later, Witch Jane entered the instrument again.

Waiting for a stressful opportunity takes time, before it is necessary to firmly entrench the trust of the young man in him, commonly known as entrenchment--

After spinning heavenly, Witch Jane's pupils shrunk.

He stood in an open space near the coach's residence at the R-yard base, close to half a hill from last night's bedroom. Dark fog shields the line of sight.

He's not following the big man.

Witch Jane took a break, pulled her legs and ran back.

Noisy current in mind, contact with the outside world finally established, researcher Song's anxious inquiry, broken connection: “Witch, have you seen Vego... the instrument fluctuations just pulled apart from the threshold, something is wrong... to find Vego...”

The passage of time in the subconscious is not equal to reality, and in just two hours, the R-code base has moved from late at night to noon. Witch Jane passed through the nasal mist, covering her left rib in a quick run, breathing almost blown out of her chest until the dormitory was close by...

The bedroom was empty, the door was unlocked, the duvet, which should have been folded, was scattered, and the cabinet was pulled open.

Training clothes and pillows are the same.

It's not like someone broke in, it's more like the boss was stubbornly looking.

From last night until now, only one thing may be missing.

Witch Jane falls like an ice cellar.

He bit his teeth and rushed out of the bedroom again, quickly contacting researcher Song: “Will the subconscious be self-sufficient? ”

Researcher Song definitely replied, suddenly intimidated by what he realized.

Witch Jane clenched her fist: "Brother Wei... there is no sense of security in the subconscious. ”

He should have thought -- ten years later, the boss slept in a bed full of guns, comparable to an armory, and the psychological defense line was traced back to the R-yard base.

Nothing feels safe. Anything stuffed in a quilt or held in your arms could disappear at any moment.

It's just that this time it's Jane Witch.

Without being held hostage, the witch Jane “walked” herself and appeared two kilometers away near a teacher who was "stronger” than she was in defense.

It's like a stab betrayal.

The witch clasped her lips, her heart beating violently, searched from a bungalow, countless strange, amazing, twisted and crazy faces flashed, the untouched pointing to him to steal whispers, transforming the loser out of his mind, spitting foam at him hahaha laugh.

At the edge of the playground, two 15-six-year-olds are excited to compare what to draw, glancing at Witchcraft and clamping their tails to avoid it.

Those two fought in a crowd yesterday, were robbed of weapons by the Witch Guard, and stole vouchers to starve all night. Witch Jin walked straight up and shook up her sleeves revealing a knife that flipped between her fingers, hiding behind her head.

Where the fuck did this come from? You look short on the head, you don't talk a lot...

Witch Jane hasn't done it yet, one person shouted immediately: "No, there's something to say!... who are you looking for? Wencheng? He... I heard he didn't know what excitement he had last night. He wandered across the Iron Gate from midnight to the morning...”

Witch Jane's eyelids jumped, and the Iron Gate was where she appeared yesterday.

The teenager hastened to add: "… just now, the instructor came to ask for the will to change, and Weisheng signed a second retrofit...”

Witch Jane breathed nitrogen and the buzzing currents in her ears: “Where? ”

“CL04 floor...”

Witch Jane turned around and ran away.

In the furthest realm of consciousness, Mao Dongqing, who was guiding his R-yard base layout, spoke out: "No, Vega's second retrofit should not be at this time.”

“Genetically Modified” is a distorted glory in the R-yard base and the only means of transforming people to climb up. Witch Jane's gaze swept through the smoke rolling base, victims fought each other and bullied at the encouragement of the perpetrators. Every teenager who chooses to sign a rehabilitative agreement is driven by different internal causes.

There are people who are trying to outperform other rehabilitators, there are people who are trying to fill their bellies, there are people who are trying to get out of the base, there are people who are trying to get access to more difficult training, and the boss is applying in advance for rehabilitation--

Witch Jane's heart hurts so badly, she muffled: “He wants to get stronger quickly. ”

The CL04 floor appeared in view, and Witch Jane cut off the comms and took a deep breath to push the door open. Smooth marble, light colored training ground premium paint is more than one level higher than yesterday's rudimentary playground.

This is a training ground that teenagers can only enter before they are rehabilitated.

It is the award for "spontaneous and courageous acceptance of transformation” from the R-yard base.

Witch Jane didn't have access to the chip, she had to follow the giant glass window one by one, and eventually stopped at a time.

Shooting training room.

The bodyguard turned to him, took off his vest, and the sweat slipped down the teenager's slightly thin back. He frowned and had an old handset/gun in his hand.

He wasn't very skilled at holding the gun and looked ridiculous - if he was at the Clawson show, the first F-level exercises would probably laugh at the time of the guard. He was trying to adjust his shot posture toward a small backward projection screen.

Witch Jane lay on the window and was almost obsessed with such a teenager.

After signing the modification, this was the first time that the base had allowed him to hold a gun. Obviously green and confusing, but every move fell on the tip of Witch Jane's heart.

Push punch punch.

A whole piece of Witch Jane glued to the bright floor-to-ceiling glass, knocking hard on the window.

Wesley took a break, seemed unable to believe his eyes, and eventually swept the direction of the witch over his cold face.

He turned back indifferently, ignoring the continued manipulation of guns/guns, but again the ballistics, which were almost close to the target, were inaccurate due to jitter.

The boss is angry.

Witch Jane continues to bang and bang on the window, pushing hard to make the mouth shape, hands and feet racing - Weishu! Guardian, Guardian!

The guard ignored it and even changed direction.

Witch Jane quickly changed her face to glue, and poor Baba apologized to the glass.

The guard was almost angry. The inner field of vision of the scope was twisted, and the cold wind with the dark fog was shaving from morning to early morning, and he searched the entire base in the cold wind, stubbornly waiting outside the iron gate until sunrise--

The teenager turned cold.

The noon sun shifted from one side to the other, and Witch Jane changed almost every side of the glass.

When he took his gun away, he glanced at the dwarf and pulled it over the window, getting sunburned like a cream marshmallow roasted and nurturing milk in the sun.

After seeing the training of the boss, the witch chirped a little excitement, stretched herself hard on the glass, scared that the boss could not see, and raised the little fat hand hard to heart.

The guard finally pushed open the door to the practice room.

Witch Jane caught up with her smoky little body plate and glued to her mouth: “Guardian! ”

The boss's pace accelerated, and Witch Jane picked it up again: "Guard, guard time... I was wrong...”

Big man turns around, his eyes are cold.

Witch Jane was stunned for two seconds, almost uncontrollable to panic, but her short legs stuck with her. Wencheng didn't say a word, and Witch Jane lost her soul right behind her and followed her where the boss was going.

He followed the boss through the noisy playground, and the boss exchanged supplies. He was right next to him, and the boss went to the canteen to eat...

R-yard base, food, like any item, needs to be redeemed with vouchers. Before Jane disappeared, she stuffed all the green vouchers in the big man's drawer. She couldn't get to the table without food. She could only find a corner in silence and squatted.

Take a bowl of chopsticks with your hand.

Witch Jane shrunk to the corner again, and her instincts were as acute as those of a small animal, instantly alert - the boss seemed angrier than just now.

Witch Jane opened her conscious eyes and hid herself in the shadows, trying to show a series of harmless images such as good luck, not occupying the land, not eating well... with a view to being picked up again by the big man.

Wencheng ate extremely fast, and a few minutes later the dishes were heavily resting on the table, turning around and leaving indifferently.

At the bottom of the plastic bowl, a green note was pressed invisibly--

Witch Jane's heartbeat climbed sharply, holding the green coupon in her hand from the corner.

R Code Base Material Exchange Voucher, 1: 00.

Convert a standard meal.

At this angle, only the witch Jane, who grows mushrooms at the corner of the wall, can see.

Little round face suddenly rose, witch Jane couldn't help laughing, quickly put away the green voucher treasure and rushed in the direction of the big man disappearing--

On the side of the canteen, on the edge of the woods, Wencheng finally looked at him.

The old man stood straight in the shade, and the childish but seemingly british contour was clearly extinguished in the light shadow. He stood with his arms in his arms, and for a moment, Witch Jane almost thought she saw the guard ten years later.

The light burns in your eyes and the angle of your thin lips is just as cold and hard.

Like a knife just out of the sheath.

Witch Jane walked up to him and was about to explain...

Suddenly, the shoulders were pressed with great force, and the neck and collarbone should be clamped when guarded. Shadow head down, witch Jane suddenly couldn't resist being restrained, little curly hair wafting silly, suddenly reacting, not kissing but questioning.

The action of the boss is consistent with the departure after 10 years. It is quick and harsh, and the situation of coercion is far from ripe after 10 years.

The guardian's face was tight and he muted: “Who are you?" ”

Witch Jane was forced to lean against the cold trunk behind her, her neck was red, and her mind was running fast: "B, B area modifier...”

Area B, non-combat type transformation pilot area, Mao Dongqing gave Witch Jane the reason.

"Where were you last night?" ”

Witch Jane replied in a pitiful manner: "Go back to Zone B and get your things. When you get back, the road will be sealed...”

The districts within the base are disconnected, and only occasionally do instructors open access, and the answer is not against common sense. As for whether or not to seal the road - subconsciously, if the guardian is willing to believe in Witch Jane, logic automatically replenishes the excuse, and if he can't be trusted, more reasons are all match.

Witch Jane stared closely into the old man's eyes, and her non-reflective pupil had a storm brewing until her shadow lit up in her pupil.

The guard had no expression on his face: "Why didn't you tell me when you left? ”

Witch Jane was finally relieved and slightly trembled at her fingertips.

Big man chose to believe.

Witch Jane whispered, “I'm afraid I'll wake you. ”

The little dwarf carelessly rubbed the teenager holding his hand, his most vulnerable throat like a little force to strangle, just a little frightening could produce a weak red mark, and his eyes wet to look at him.

Not just short, but stupid.

The guardian's eyes were slightly deep, but he was overwhelmed, and Shaoha only remembered to build momentum. He has to stand up in front of the dwarf.

The teenager shrugged his eyes and said, “Stand still. ”

Witch Jane stood still.

The Guardian commanded: "I will only say it once. In front of me, no hiding, no running. If I find out ——" He squeezes his fingers, his bones clatter.

Witch Jane opened her eyes and counted the guard hours for a few seconds until she confirmed that the dwarf had been frightened enough and said coldly: “I'll get you back.” He adds fiercely: “You can't get away. I have a gun. ”

Witch Jane stayed.

Wei Shi's slightly naive eyebrows turned proud again, but witch Jane, who was familiar with the teenager's micro-expression, could see that he was nervous.

“Just now,” he said, "at the range, you see. That rifle/gun is mine, you can't run away. ”

R-yard base, nothing is more precious than a gun. Witch Jane's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the big man must have paid a lot for the gun.

Guardian looked at him with a frown and a chirp in his heart, afraid to frighten people again. The little man, though able to fight in a crowd, is rather timid to look at. He was tired of adding, “As a duty, I will remember for you those who bully you. Hey, you got it? ”

This little fool, who nobody wants, only himself will pay so much to domesticate!

Witch Jane nodded quickly and repeated to the boss: “No hiding, no running...”

The guard was satisfied and continued to press people against trees to extract confessions.

“What is your genetically modified donor? ”

Witch Jane quickly moved out of the prepared statement: "Snow leopard! The kind of white, spotted, hunting sensitive leopard! ”

Weisheng was under a lot of pressure, and Witch Jane's answer was obviously not judged subconsciously.

Witch Jane added nervously: “There is also a little ancient Wing Dragon gene...”

The guard looked at him with no expression: "Don't hide it. ”

Witch Jane freaked out and had to try adding: “Also, there are rabbits...”

The guardian hummed and finally adopted the answer.

Witch Jane: "…” You just want to shoot a rabbit with a rifle!

Unexpectedly, the next second the Big Brother throws an epic puzzle: “What rabbit? ”

Witch Jane tripped: “Looks like a regular white rabbit...”

Big man is not salty, eh, swallowed the mouth slowly: “The cafeteria has it, the stew is not good. ”

Witch Jane: “…” What does that have to do with me?

"What is the direction of your transformation?" ”

Witch Jane strove to compare: “Non-combat directions, art… singing, singing, mainly folk music, with a little popularity. ”

Instructions: "Sing. ”

Witch Jane was forced to sing a whole Clawson theme song and finally dispelled the boss's doubts.

"No wonder they're still outside the Iron Gate. It's useless. ”

Witch Jane Woo Woo Woo, um, responded, Cold Ting was pulled at him again by the big man with a collar. When the guard was finished scaring the witch Jane, he finally prepared to stamp the dwarf: “Hello. ”

Witch Jane looked at him with a small round face.

The guard's fingers were tight and the young master's hand had not yet been heavily cocooned ten years later, making people less skilled at what they were doing. He pointed to himself and let Little Shorty Lizzo do his job.

Witch Jane is lost.

"Show me your loyalty.”

Witch Jane shouted and her head was happy and happy. The teenager was a lot taller than him, with his face blushing and his hands holding his collar deliberately controlling, like carrying a bag of easy-to-sprinkle candy. Witch Jane was heartbroken and warm, her subconscious raised her toes and raised her face...

The guard was frozen.

The “big brother" who waited didn't hear it, but his cheeks were slightly wet--

The place where the chirps kissed was on fire.

The teenager blushed.

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