The chaotic mosaic in midair stopped trembling for the first time, frozen in midair, stunned.
In just half a minute, Bohemia fell heavily to the ground as if she had lost her balance. Her face was drained of all color, and even her lips were pale. Her body was convulsing in pain, but she could only squeeze out intermittent sounds from her throat.
"What happened?" Descartes finally came back to his senses. "Are you poisoned?"
Bohemia opened her mouth like a fish out of water. Her breaths were heavy and light, and the hissing sound was frightening.
"Can't you breathe?" Descartes was so anxious that he spun around in circles, creating a dazzling mosaic in the air. "Strange. You haven't eaten anything except the potato chips and the sandwich. How could you be poisoned —"
According to the game time, Bohemia had eaten those two foods more than 12 hours ago. Even if there was something wrong with them, it would not have taken so long for them to show such rapid and violent symptoms. "Hang in there. I still need you to get me out of this pocket dimension!" Descartes circled her. "Think about it. Did you eat anything else?"
"No, no …" Bohemia's face turned from pale to purple as if the oxygen in her blood was running out. "Help … me …"
How? What kind of poison was it? How did it do it? When did it enter her body?
Descartes had always been keen on the fun of thinking, but now he was experiencing the distress of not having an answer. Seeing that Bohemia was in more and more pain, Descartes was also disturbed by a rare panic. He stared at Bohemia who was struggling and rolling on the ground for a few seconds.
Then, from the mosaic-like chaos, a large area of snow-white color suddenly emerged. A bald, plaster statue-like head emerged from the chaos. The mouth of the head stretched into a bottomless black hole and swallowed Bohemia's head in one gulp.
Her exposed body struggled and twisted a few times, but soon lost its strength and became limp and motionless.
The conference room was dark, and a few tables and chairs that had been knocked over were on the ground. The faint light from the corridor outside dyed the messy lines on the floor. The snow-white statue-like head seemed to be floating in the darkness. Its mouth was wide open, holding Bohemia's head in its mouth.
In the deathly silence where even the sound of breathing was cut off, only the ticking of the clock on the wall and the whooshing sound of the airflow were distinct.
The Cartesian demon kept "swallowing" Bohemia. It could not see the clock and did not know how much time had passed. Seeing the shimmer coming through the half-opened door, the color gradually lightened and brightened, and finally turned into a white light, it finally realized that morning had arrived.
A set of footsteps walked into the hall outside, passed the meeting room, and went up to the second floor. Descartes remained motionless. He listened to the footsteps on the second floor and then walked down the stairs. It seemed that only then did the person notice that the door of the meeting room was half-open. He hurried over and pushed the door open. Immediately, the faint morning light spilled into the meeting room.
"Ah, here you are."
The person stood in the sunlight. Even the hair on his head was illuminated by the sunlight, but no one could see his face clearly. However, the voice belonged to none other than Secretary Beef.
"Miss Winters?"
He took two steps forward, and Descartes finally saw the mask on his face. He looked around at the tables and chairs that were knocked over, and then his eyes fell on Bohemia's body. After a moment of hesitation, he adjusted the mask. Descartes did not exist in this game, so the NPCs could not see him at all. In the eyes of Secretary Beef, the snow-white head that swallowed Bohemia's head was probably completely transparent air.
"Damn it. She died in a windowless meeting room. Forget it. I'll bring a fan over later. I didn't expect this method to work." He looked down for a while and shook his head. "She was beautiful, but she ended up like this. What a pity. Oh, the documents are here."
His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed the stack of documents that had been knocked to the ground with the table. "No wonder he didn't find it. As expected of Miss Winters. It seems that you also have a hunch that you're not safe, right?"
Corpses wouldn't answer, but Secretary Beef couldn't help but ramble on for a while. Even though he knew that the person he was talking to was a dead person, anyone who heard his tone would feel that there was a hint of shyness and admiration in his tone.
"Then I'll take these first. With them, whether it's investigating your death or investigating your past, the focus will be shifted to those criminal organizations … "Secretary Beef sighed and let out a long sigh. He hurriedly browsed through all the documents and then tidied them up. He said to the person on the ground, "Miss Winters, you're amazing. I'll never forget you … "
"... Then you have to remember me."
Secretary Beef jumped up from the ground as if he was pricked by a needle. For a moment, his face was even paler than the statue of Descartes. There was no difference in his eyes, but the Cartesian spirit had quietly loosened its jaws, and Bohemia, who had slipped out of his mouth, had somehow recovered her senses, and opened her eyes again.
"You — How could you — Wait!" Secretary Beef took a few steps back, his breath puffing up and down his mask. He seemed to have thought of something. He pulled off his mask and sniffed hard. His expression became even uglier. "He shouldn't be alive!"
Bohemia stood up slowly, her limbs trembling. The blood she had spat out was still around her feet. Her voice had lost its usual softness. It was as dry and cracked as sandpaper. Listening to it, Bohemia felt pain for her throat. "... So, it's because of the air?"
Before Bohemia could finish her sentence, the surprise on Secretary Beef's face suddenly froze. Other than the rising and falling of his breath, even his eyeballs stopped moving. Bohemia covered her mouth and nose with one hand. In the midst of the dizziness, she heard the voice of the quest host. "Congratulations. You've successfully survived to the fourth stage and cleared the mini-game. Now, the objectives of the fifth stage are: First, find out how the secretary murdered you; Second, survive the secretary's attack; Third, protect yourself until the end of the day. After completing all the objectives, the Prison Crisis will be over. "
Although she had cleared the mini-game, the plot was still at a critical juncture, and she could not afford to be distracted. Gritting her teeth, Bohemia steadied herself with the help of the table and chair. She felt as if her internal organs were on fire. Just when she was trying to figure out what to do next, the snow-white figure beside her seemed to melt and fell back into a mass of chaos, disappearing into thin air.
Descartes reverted to his mosaic form and hurriedly floated in the air to claim credit. "How was it? Did my brain work fast? I thought about it, and I knew there must be something wrong with the air. Hmm, all smoked rats are like this... "
As soon as the voice of the quest host trailed off, Secretary Beef immediately came back to his senses. He looked at Bohemia for a few times. It was hard to tell whether he was more shocked or impressed. "... Did you stop breathing because you reacted in time? But judging from your appearance, you must have inhaled some, right? It seems that not only your brain is good, but your physical fitness is also better than ordinary people... "
He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.
"There are still a few hours left before work. Fortunately, I decided to come earlier to check on the situation." He frowned as if it was a thorny problem. He ran his fingers through his silky hair and said, "I didn't want to do it myself and let you die here alone... I don't need to work today. All I need to do is play the role of an unwitting lover waiting for you in the restaurant tonight. Why did you make things so complicated? If you don't handle it well now, it will easily arouse suspicion. If you die like this, it will be very convenient for you and me... You are a smart person, so you should know that I can't let you live now no matter what. "
"It will be convenient for me if you die. Why don't I see you committing suicide?" Bohemia was out of breath. Every breath she took felt like a knife was stirring her lungs, but she still persisted in her sarcasm. "You want to kill me? Why don't you try? "
Although she said that, she was not confident at all.
There was no difference in physical strength between male and female posthumans, but it was a different story for ordinary people. Not to mention that she had inhaled something. Even though the Cartesian Demon reacted quickly and isolated the air in time, the foreign substance she inhaled still greatly damaged her lung function.
She could not even breathe without pain. How could she fight with a man whose physical strength was far superior to hers?
The beef secretary smiled and loosened the collar of his shirt. "I won't be too rough," he said slowly, "I just want to get out of here."
Oh, right. When he heard Bohemia's voice, he was startled. Out of reflex, he took a few steps back. Now that he was heading towards the door, he was blocked by Bohemia.
"You... You still want to lock me in here and play the same trick again?" Bohemia looked around and decided to get some information first. "What kind of poison did you use? I don't smell any smoke... "
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