The various parts of Uptown were largely in ruins after the chaotic slaughter of the Bloody Corpses, but skirmishes with various families or potential characters continued, and the strange sounds of roars, screams, and dying screams of bloody corpses echoed through the ruins.

At this time, Liu Renjun, who was dressed in fluttering clothes, had already come to the gate of the Shangcheng District Scientific Research Institute, standing on a tall building and asking the sky.

He managed to regain control of the group of blood corpses at the cost of losing four of his men, but his current situation is not optimistic - the four wriggling tissues separated from the corpses of his four subordinates are now almost out of control due to the lack of the correct way to evolve, and they are splitting and proliferating all the time, causing Liu Renjun to move more and more difficult, and the plan has to return to the original place, and now his whole person seems to be embedded in a huge pile of cow dung-shaped meat.

The upper body is graceful and timeless, but the lower body is such a thing, Liu Renjun feels that he can vomit at any time when he bows his head - that's why he has such a pretending shape.

When he can be handsome, no one wants to be so ugly, Liu Renjun is surprisingly irritable at this moment.

The group of blood corpses under his direct control gathered in the scientific research institute, and the powerful destructive power almost instantly flattened two-thirds of the buildings inside, but in the face of the largest and most important dome building of the scientific research institute, the blood corpses refused to move any longer, and Liu Renjun's order to enter the sea did not get the slightest response as it should be.

Liu Renjun surprisingly questioned his decision, could it be that he really should have waited for the group of guys in Northwest Wolf City before? Wait until they get there to start?

Liu Renjun quickly threw this idea behind him, and those who became big things did not seek the public!

Now everything is in his hands, just a little bit, a little bit.

Although there are some deviations from the part of his plan, the general trend is set.

When the white-clothed willow was busy analyzing what went wrong, the Neihai of the scientific research institute maintained its due rhythm, shaking the test tube of the test tube, and writing the report of the report.

Nonsense - there are not twenty evolutionaries in this plus plus bar, and they are all first-order coolies who are responsible for manual work all year round.

Still nervous? What's there to be nervous about?

Isn't it just a death, and there is no need for bloody corpses to see them off, scientific researchers with an average age of more than fifty years old and academicians with an average age of more than seventy feel that it is true and really lucky for every second they live in this era of dog blood, who cares when they die.

In short, the painting style of the scientific research institute is like this, whether it is rigid or free, everyone has more or less such an idea in their hearts:

People will die sooner or later.

Only those who can die their own names into history can be called success - anyway, this is a group of people who dream of researching something thankful, and then hope to be made into statues of various shapes like Qin Zhiyi, squatting in various places, called the statue school that is warmly sought after by the people.

In other words, this kind of thinking is completely mainstream in the scientific research institute, and a random person is dragged out of it to interview him, you are happy... Ah no, what are your dreams, his answer is guaranteed to be this set of words.

- Yes, that's the standard answer at the verbal level.

There are not many ways for ordinary people to be remembered for their names in such an era, and the scientific research institute is indeed the closest road to the dream that can bless future generations.

Lao Hu put his hands in his sleeves, closed the contact with the outer city, and was indifferent to the shouting over there.

"Old guy, old man, I have followed you here for a lifetime, this way of dying is not very kind-I also want to go to Qinshan to find a skilled master to burn a relic to be offered, and the rest of the ashes will be sprinkled black and sunk into the sea."

The old dean poured a cup of hot tea for Lao Hu with an enamel jar, and said without raising his head while reading the report,

"I'll think about these trivial things later, and show me how about this coefficient?"

Lao Hu glanced at it and threw the pen and report together,

"No, if you have a question to ask the computer, it hurts."

The old dean took a sip of tea and said with his ears on the edge of his ears,

"That stupid fork outside, why can't you go on it after a long time, either hurry up or leave, damn, so Lao Tzu is in a very uncalm mood, how can you do research?"

“...”

A young man in a white coat rushed in in a panic, and his stammering accent was surprisingly similar to Lao Hu's,

"Dean, dean, no... Subject A10101 and... A10102 has a mutation... I can't control the field anymore... Noodles! ”

The old dean scratched his head for a while and said casually,

"You can't control how many you send, how many do you want me to help you control how many you send to control it?!"

The numbers at the beginning of a have only recently been recompiled for the convenience of statistics, and the old dean's head is still a little unable to turn in circles, and he wondered,

"emmmmm, wait a minute, anyway, we still have this kind of number??"

“...”

Lao Hu just wanted to remind something, but he heard a bang.

The entire huge building of the scientific research institute shook incessantly, and the hard alloy structure was twisted as a whole, emitting a metallic grinding sound that made people feel angina, and falling rocks rained down.

From the outside, the last standard spherical building of the research institute has been twisted into the shape of a gummy, but fortunately, the overall structure is still intact - relatively intact.

Through the window, at least you can see the white coats in a mess in the strange shape of the floor changing to the wall, the wall to the ceiling, desperately salvaging research materials and materials.

The culprit for all this was not Liu Renjun and the group of blood corpses, but a giant plant that looked like it had been split from the middle and connected by only a few veins—it grew out of both sides of the sphere at an alarming rate, and the last building of the scientific research institute was sandwiched between the middle and lifted into the sky.

Well, this is undoubtedly the pitcher plant that the potted plant stole and sold to the scientific research institute and was spoiled by the scientific research institute.

At the beginning, for the sake of research, God knows what the scientific research institute gave this poor, lonely and helpless pitcher plant to eat, in short, it ate until it was fat, fat, and fat to the extent that the scientific research institute could no longer afford it, and then the bloody corpse disaster saved the scientific research institute that was almost emptied-this pitcher plant survived almost entirely by feeding the inactive blood corpse flesh and blood tissue-and then it mutated again, and at the same time became Wu Ke's earliest research topic.

Lin Chou and the lying groove system initially only gave that batch of all the pitcher plants some of the most basic attributes and talents, and then before the ideological education was completed, this thing was stolen, and the potted plant may have done some indescribable behavior to it in order to control it, and when it was transferred to the hands of the scientific research institute, it went through a series of torture (although the guys from the scientific research institute dared to pat their chests to ensure that it was called scientific research and basic experiments, but in fact it was undoubtedly tortured and tortured), so it became the strange appearance it is now.

Its tentacles are almost completely degraded, leaving only the instinct to maintain balance rooted in the ground, and the top of each of its two halves has a super, super, super huge mouth, which is still growing after breaking through the building of the scientific research institute, and at the same time, there are countless strange long vines holding dozens of small mouths against the ground and slowly growing towards the nearest blood corpse.

The soft stepping appearance is like a dead snake, which is really flattering.

It's such a strange plant, but it's the real reason why the blood corpse group has stopped moving forward - maybe it's not too complicated, who made this pitcher plant the only pitcher plant in the world that grew up eating blood corpses?

Even those bloody corpses that were several meters tall and looked infinitely hideous, subconsciously moved slowly with these growing vines, and their feet retreated, and the closed encirclement gradually revealed the gaps, and finally became a mess.

You must know that these blood corpses are all fifth-order!

Seeing this, Liu Renjun stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and the whole person was shaky, as if he might be angry to death at any time.

"Well... Well done..."

For a long time, he gritted his teeth and said as if talking to himself, as if comforting himself,

"Hmph, there is nothing of value in the Shangcheng District on the left and right except for the scientific research institute, so I have to start the next step directly!"