Hello! Hello! Don't shout! I have no malice and I don't want to hurt you."

The sound insulation between the two cube boxes did not seem to be very good. Ding Ding held her breath and could barely hear the shouts coming from the opposite side of the deck.

It was a very rough voice and it would never be made by a woman. It was obvious that there must be other people in the room opposite.

However, when the rough voice stopped talking in a shouting way, Ding Qi could not hear anything.

He walked carefully over and touched the square touchpad on the floor with his feet.

"Crash!" The metal door opened automatically and you could hear the voices over there suddenly disappeared completely.

Then the woman's unique indifferent voice came over. "Barbarian! You don't have to be scared like this, just a bad guy who has encountered the same kind of trouble as us. Hello! Come here, boy, come here, it seems that there are some of our inmates here!"

The second half of the woman's words were shouting at the house where Ding Ding was.

After a moment of contemplation, Ding Ding walked to the passage on the floor and slowly crawled over.

When a small piece of his upper body just appeared, he suddenly felt a pair of very powerful hands grabbing his chest and dragging him out roughly.

Ding Ding let this extremely barbaric treatment without resistance and was then slapped to the ground. The woman beside him was sitting on the ground rubbing the back of her head and said sarcastically: "Do you only use this beastly way to welcome your inmates?"

"I just wanted to be in case it was too weird. I had to be responsible for my own safety. And I just said that I am a policeman and not a prisoner! You are not my inmates either!"

Because he had already made some preparations, Ding Ding fell so hard that he was not as embarrassed as he looked, but he still rubbed the back of his head with a painful face and took the opportunity to squint his eyes and secretly observed the violent guy in front of him...bsp; This was a black man at least 1.9 meters tall, his strong muscles were stretched out, and his prison uniform was almost about to burst.

But at this moment, he was sweating all over his head, his face full of fear and restlessness. His eyes were sweeping around from time to time, as if he was worried that something would attack him.

"The body is strong, nervous, excessive mental abnormality is a person who may cause danger. If possible, stay away from him as much as possible." In an instant, Ding Ding made a good comment for this guy in his heart. "But what he just said. Could it be?"

In this room full of strange red light, in addition to this black man, Ding Ding and the woman, there was a guy holding his head in his arms and trembling all over his body. He kept muttering something in his mouth.

The man was staring at the woman with a fierce look at her, while the woman was looking back at him with indifferent eyes. The atmosphere seemed a little nervous.

"I'll say the last time I'm called Quentin. The Los Angeles Police. I'm not a crime. I haven't done anything illegal except to beat my damn wife a few times. I'm not a prisoner. Why did they lock me up here and put on this damn prison uniform? Oh John Steven Hans. What should I do if my three sons are trapped here? God! What did I do wrong?"

The black policeman Quentin said that he was no longer talking to the woman. His voice began to choke. His strong body was kneeling weakly on the ground and hit the floor with his fist. The bloody fist suddenly left red fist marks on the ground.

"Wait, Mr. Police, I mean, Mr. Quentin, please don't be too excited. Now the most important thing is to find a way to know what happened and how to get out from here. Before this, I want to ask you something about it." Ding Ding, who was on the side, suddenly spoke.

The black policeman did not respond, but the choking sound from the bottom of his throat had indeed stopped.

"Mr. Quentin, please be honest, do you really call Quentin?" Ding Ding continued to ask as he saw that the black policeman had calmed down a little.

"What do you mean?" The black policeman raised his head and stared fiercely at the thin young man in front of him.

Ding Ding suddenly shook her hand and explained in a panic: "I don't have any malice, but the letters engraved on your breastplate are indeed polibsp; words?"

After hearing Ding Ding's words, the black policeman quickly took the metal card on his chest to his eyes and looked at it. "Pres? How could I call this name? Isn't this the meaning of a policeman? I can't always know how to profession, if I have a policeman, I have to call him a policeman. Are you an idiot?"

Ding Ding's face turned red and lowered her head embarrassedly, taking the opportunity to cover up the thoughtful expression in her eyes. "His memory is very clear and without a trace of confusion, it seems that he has no complete loss of memory like me and a woman. Of course, since memory can lose the possibility of being tampered with by humans, it cannot be ruled out. But why do women and I lose memory? Also, since the letters on the breastplate are not necessarily their own names, what does it mean? po1ice (police)? Is this just a random code name given to us by a guy who likes to play tricks? And if my name is not Ding Ding, then what am I? Who am I?"

"Haha, I've said that I can't call it "Yiping". This is a cheesy and ridiculous silly name. Well, I'll just give myself one. Then I'll call it Mayu. It's a very nice name. Haha," said the woman Bushiyu with a smile. For some reason, Ding Ding subconsciously felt that the name "Mayu" is indeed more suitable for this woman than "Yiping". Why did she feel this way?

"By the way, the barbaric policeman, this kid and I just woke up and knew nothing about it. Don't you know anything? Let's talk! Why is that guy scared like this?" Mayu pointed to the guy who was curled up in the corner and asked Quentin.

When the black man mentioned this topic, his face suddenly became even more ugly, and the guy hiding in the corner of the wall trembled violently and said something in a mess...bsp; "Like you, we also lie here as soon as we woke up, as for how we came in? Who knows this! As for the reason why the fat man was scared like that was because of this." The black man came to a passage with a pale face and opened the steel plate and actually grabbed a pair of people without shoes and pulled out a person from it.

When the person's head also left the passage, not only the woman's face changed, but even Ding Ding's pupils shrank.

This is a corpse, to be more precise, a corpse that has lost half of his head. His whole face and half of his head seemed to be corroded by strong acid. He could see the burnt brain matter in the skull through the gap.

"How did he die?" asked coldly, looking at the corpse's disgusting head.

"It's the damn place of the organs, whether it's southeast, northwest, up, down, left and right, no matter where you walk into the door, it's a completely identical house. No matter where you walk, it's a damn place. No matter where you walk, it's a damn place. What's more damn, there are deadly machines, flamethrowers, strong acid steel wire mesh, everything is there. As long as you enter a room with an organ, it's definitely a dead end." The black man said with red eyes.

Then he kicked the corpse on the ground with his feet and said, "This dead old guy is a celebrity in the police world. His name is Lane. The French nickname is the 'Flying Condor' sensor expert or a jailbreak expert once successfully escaped from seven heavily guarded prisons. He discovered that there were traps here and came up with a way to use the boots on his feet to touch the sensor to test whether there were traps in the room. However, the room below was not trapped by the boots. When he put his head in, he was instantly sprayed with a strong sore face. When we pulled him back, he became this kind of person in front of us. I had expected him to take me away from here." After that, he kicked the corpse on the ground hard.

"Isn't this a person who shouldn't have died here? Why is the plot different from what I know? What's going on? I'm dead, wuwuwu." The man in the corner cried again.
Chapter completed!