After Being Forced To Raise a Crazy Milk Dog, I Am So Fragrant

The night was shrouded in darkness and the rain continued, and the entire mental hospital seemed to have fallen into a certain kind of silence.

The sound of Cen Qing's footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Just when he reached the second ward, Cen Qing stopped.

"I need to keep Deer's Remote safe."

Although Fu Xichen promised that she would leave Fanglu Zhiyao, Cen Qing still wanted to be safe.

"Please."

Puzo leaned against the pale wall, the incandescent light fell on the sunglasses, reflecting the dazzling light.

After a knock on the door, there was no movement in the room.

Cen Qing opened the door and saw a person curled up in the quilt on the hospital bed.

Just about to go forward to confirm the situation, but was stopped by Pu Zuo.

"As you know, Mr. Fu has always had a strong sense of time."

The smart watch was adjusted by him to the countdown mode.

In fifteen minutes, the two helicopters will arrive.

At that time, they can retreat completely.

As for what the city would look like, he couldn't predict it.

Cen Qing took one last look at the person on the bed, and let out a heavy breath.

"Then let's go."

He was in Ward No. 2. As the president of a group, Fu Xichen wouldn't go back on his word.

The two walked through the corridor of the hospital and came to an elevator.

Through the mirror reflection of the elevator, Puzo found the little tail behind him.

When the palm was resting on the pistol pinned to the waist, Fu Xichen's voice came from the headset.

"Let her follow. The enhanced version of the T virus needs a carrier to spread."

Puzo's thumb pressed the down button of the elevator.

Immediately afterwards, a metal contraption bounced from the elevator wall.

There are five floors in total!

Cen Qing raised his eyebrows, and his fingertips also touched the down button of the elevator.

But the flashes above only appeared on the minus one and minus two floors.

"You have quite a lot of authority."

A senior executive of the Q Group like her only has two levels of authority.

And the people around Fu Xichen actually have the power to open the fifth underground floor.

Tut tut.

"It's only for a limited time. Dr. Cen's nameplate can also reach the fifth underground floor."

Cen Qing glanced at the golden nameplate pinned to his clothes with deep eyes.

I remember that the color of Jiang Ci's nameplate is also golden.

But Jiang Ci entered the fifth underground floor, probably because he was arrested for experimentation.

So why does she have a golden nameplate?

The elevator descended rapidly, and the feeling of weightlessness made Cen Qing flustered for a moment.

Fortunately, Pu Zuo who was beside her gave her a hand, so she didn't fall to the ground.

But the elevator shook more and more, Pu Zuo grabbed Cen Qing's arm so that she would not be thrown out.

The incandescent light above the head flickered on and off, and the sound of electric current crackled against the outer wall of the elevator.

"what happened?"

Cen Qing, who managed to stand still, frowned fiercely.

When the voice fell, there was another wave of shaking, and Pu Zuo was directly thrown out.

The sunglasses fell on the wall, and a crack appeared on the mirror.

But the flashing mechanical red light still failed to escape Cen Qing's eyes.

These sunglasses seem to have the function of uploading scenes.

If it's because Fu Xichen is worried, it's unnecessary.

The only thing missing here is the camera.

Then the meaning of this sunglasses is not for the Q Group.

He seems to have another identity.

Covered by her long hair, Cen Qing quickly retracted her gaze, pretending that she didn't see anything.

Boom——

The elevator landed on the fifth basement floor, causing Cen Qing's feet to go numb from the shock.

Who the hell designed this elevator?

Fortunately, the two of them were only slightly scratched, nothing serious.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the familiar layout made Cen Qing lose his mind for a moment.

The arrangement of the device completely matched the map she had just seen in the notebook.

The researchers in protective suits hurried away and showed no surprise at the arrival of the two.

It wasn't until a cold metal instrument was pressed against his waist that Cen Qing came back to his senses.

"Next, I hope that Dr. Cen can cooperate well."

The importance of the first-generation virus did not allow him to make any mistakes.

Even if Cen Qing wanted to be clever, the gun in his hand was not a vegetarian.

"What? You don't want Mr. Bodyguard's sunglasses?"

Cen Qing didn't have any fear of the gun behind his waist, on the contrary, he reminded him lightly.

The safety catch has not been pulled, who is it to scare?

The corner of Pu Zuo's mouth twitched slightly, he really didn't expect Cen Qing to make such an outburst.

But he had to take back that sunglasses!

"Boss Fu said..."

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, are you the roundworm in his stomach?"

Cen Qing interrupted Pu Zuo before he finished speaking.

"no……"

"Then keep your mouth shut!"

Don't use Fu Xichen to suppress her, she is not scared.

Glancing at the gun in his hand, Pu Zuo took it back silently.

It felt like the woman in front of her seemed to be more aggressive than the angry Gatling.

"I want to meet Jiang Ci first."

Cen Qing put forward his appeal.

Now that Lu Zhiyao's safety has been confirmed, Jiang Ci also needs to confirm it.

Otherwise, Cen Qing's heart would always be in turmoil.

After receiving the command in the headset, Puzo nodded and looked at the time again.

There are still thirteen minutes, enough.

Pu Zuo led the way, and Cen Qing followed behind him.

In the transparent glass on both sides, mental patients are sent to the experimental table.

The light blue reagent was injected into their bodies and merged with the blood.

The complex and sophisticated machinery and equipment kept ringing, and the lines on the display gradually became parallel.

And the No. 78 patient who shouted the sole heir of the Alpha galaxy ushered in his relief.

This is not a mental hospital, but——

A living human experiment field!

Thinking of the various experiments that Jiang Ci had suffered in this year, cold sweat broke out on the corner of Cen Qing's forehead.

As long as you take him away, you can give him more compensation...

[Theoretically, it looks like this, but does the host really want to hand over the first-generation virus? 】

The system was analyzing the data, so I took the time to ask a question.

[Is there any other way for me? 】

If there is a way to get the best of both worlds, she will definitely not hand over the virus!

Who likes the devastation and cruelty of the last days?

[Yes, I have deciphered part of the memory of the original owner, which is about the production of the T virus]

While the outcome may not change, necessary remedies can still be made.

What if it succeeds?

Fortunately, someone cut them off from the real world.

Otherwise, it really can't play its biggest role here.

【Then unlock the memory】

【Okay, host】

A burst of electricity passed through his mind, and Cen Qing almost couldn't catch his breath in pain.

With his hands on the glass wall, he was able to stand still.

The movement behind caused Puzuo to turn his head, and he asked tentatively,

"Is Dr. Cen feeling unwell?"

Seeing her pale face, biting her lower lip tightly, her expression was extremely painful.