In the niche-style base in Area 91, time seems to be frozen, and the people in the base maintain various postures and stay still in their original place.

While the base passed through the space-time portal, an orange-yellow light instantly swept through many human bodies and instruments in the base. A twisted human phantom suddenly flew out of the body of most people, as if their souls were pulled by some kind of force and were forcibly dragged out of their bodies and slowly dissipated in the air.

In addition to this orange-yellow light in the cracks of time and space, there are many orange-yellow fragments condensed as solid, as well as a very small number of orange-yellow crystals. These fragments are large and small, and they are aimlessly scattered in the air, being knocked into powder by various objects, spreading throughout the base. When the powder of the orange-yellow fragments meets the human body whose souls are dissipated, they slowly merge into the bodies of these people.

In addition to the vast majority of humans whose souls have dissipated, there are a very small number of people in the entire 91 area that have not left the body. They have undergone even more strange changes. The body parts of these people gradually fade, and their skin, muscles, and bones become crystal transparent, and finally turn into sketches made of black lines.

The human body that became sketches has not stopped changing. The black lines slowly gathered and contracted, and finally turned into small black dots. Immediately afterwards, they returned from the black dots to human body sketches, and various internal organs, bones, muscle tendons, and blood and skin began to grow in the black line frame, and finally became a complete human again.

When the niche-style base in Area 91 returned to normal, the humans whose souls dissipated fell to the ground, and the modern electronic instruments shrouded by the orange-yellow light burst out with small sparks, and explosions of all sizes resounded throughout the Base in Area 91.

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At this time, in Qin Lun's cell, the steam confinement device standing quietly in the corner of the wall also flashed tiny electric sparks on each part.

"Pu!" The steel parts of the right arm of the steam imprisonment device fell to the ground, and a fair-skinned arm slowly raised. The slender palm of your fingers clasped the steam imprisonment device on your body, peeling off the steel parts that had lost their magnetic connection one by one.

Soon, a calm young man broke free from the steam imprisonment device and appeared in the cell...

Qin Lun lowered his head and swept over the bodies lying on the ground, his eyes quickly focused on the "death list" placed by Lin Feng, and raised his slender eyebrows slightly. The prisoner took two steps forward and picked up his "death list".

The "death list" in the black frame is a thin plate light brain that stores the prisoners' information. When the prisoner is sentenced to death by the federal court, the prison guards will take this simple light brain similar to hardboard and go to the cell to read the death sentence, so it is nicknamed the "death list" by the prisoners. It means that as soon as the black frame light brain appears, the prisoner will be on the death list of the god of death.

The reason why Qin Lun noticed the "death list" is because of the strange scenes he "saw" just now.

In the just-in-time and space teleportation, when most people in the 91 area base were still in place and even their thinking stopped, there were still a few people's consciousnesses that persisted in awake for a while, and Qin Lun was one of them. After his body was decomposed by the orange-yellow light, his soul consciousness "sees" the scenes of wonders in the cell more clearly.

The stillness of the human body, the decomposition and aggregation of one's own body...

Electric sparks burst out from steam confinement devices and cell bulletproof fluorescent lamps...

An orange-yellow polyglycolic crystal hit the "death list" and incorporated into this simple light brain...

In fact, the many orange and yellow fragments in space-time transmission are the law fragments of this world, while a very small number of orange and yellow crystals are the law fragments with relatively complete formulas and laws.

The world where the niche-style base in District 91 is now incapable of accepting the life forms of humans on Earth. Except for a very special soul, the souls of humans on Earth have disappeared, and the bodies they left behind have become "dead objects".

The "death list" strangely turned into a black light when touched by Qin Lun.

Qin Lun was slightly stunned. He spread his palms and saw a small oval pattern appearing in the palm of his right hand. The pattern was black overall, mixed with orange and yellow spots, and it looked like a strange little egg.

Interesting! A strange color flashed in Qin Lun's eyes, he stood up and stretched his body, betting on several human bodies on the ground. In addition to him, there were Lin Feng and his two bodyguards, as well as two federal soldiers standing at the door to guard.

Qin Lun squatted down, stretched out his fingers to touch a bodyguard's neck, and found that his body was cold and had no pulse. However, when checking Lin Feng, he found that the young master of the aristocratic family was still breathing, his pulse was also very stable, and he was obviously still alive.

Qin Lun tilted his head, turned Lin Feng over, reached into the lining pocket of the suit, took out the half-scissor-shaped dagger, put his thumb into the steel ring at the end, and held it in his hand.

After getting the blade, Qin Lun did not leave the cell immediately. A faint smile appeared on his face. He pressed the blade of the black dagger on Lin Feng's cheek and gently slid.

The young master of the aristocratic family trembled slightly, and beads of sweat were slowly oozing out of his forehead. He felt that Qin Lun seemed to have signs of increasing his strength in his hand. Finally, he could no longer pretend to be dead, so he had to open his eyes with a bitter face.

"You... are you Qin Lun now, or... or Joey Foster?" Lin Feng asked stutteringly.

"When you wake up, just go out with me to have a look. It seems that something strange happened in the prison." Qin Lun did not answer Lin Feng's question, but instead showed him a gentle smile.

The warm feeling that makes Lin Feng feel like spring breeze in his smile makes him stunned and his mind is confused. This is the famous murderer known as the "Anatomist"?

After Qin Lun woke up Lin Feng, he ignored him. He stood up and walked to the door to the corpse of two federal soldiers, and picked up their particle light guns.

"Click, snap!" The particle light gun made a few empty sounds. Obviously, these modern weapons are not suitable for the physical laws of this world and have lost their function as weapons.

Qin Lun didn't mind either. Although he didn't know what was going on for the time being, he had "saw" these particle light guns that exploded abnormal sparks during the transmission of time and space, and now it was just a prover of his guess.

Pushing away the two bodies blocking the door, Qin Lun inserted the blade of the black dagger into the crack of the prison door that had been twisted and deformed, and pushed open the iron door of the prison cell with difficulty.

The prison doors in the 91 area base are all made of magnetic locks. Under normal circumstances, the magnetic force of the door lock is at least 100,000 Newtons, which is almost 10,000 kilograms, which is not open by human power at all. However, the magnetic force has failed now, and the weight of the iron door alone is not enough to trap an adult.

Qin Lun walked out of the cell with a stern ambition and saw for the first time the specific situation of his surrounding environment.

The cell area here is a large surface, an oval leap layer. The central location is the patio of the cell area, surrounded by three upper, middle and lower cells. Each floor has about forty cells. The cell area where he is located is on the top floor. The corridor in front of the cell is surrounded by guardrails, with a width of about three meters.

"Ah!" A terrified scream suddenly came from Qin Lun.

Qin Lun turned his head and stared at the clear and pure eyes curiously. A human standing on the walkway to his right. This man was wearing a prison uniform and should also be a surviving prisoner. However, he looked small and delicate, and was half shorter than Qin Lun, who was of medium size.

The prisoner has a slender figure, delicate facial features, and a delicate face as a woman. He stacked a piece of prison uniform on his upper body, tied a knot on his chest, as if it was a navel-exposed suit. He was wearing another prison uniform on his waist, and his tight small prison pants on his lower body, which looked like a short skirt with pantyhose.

Seeing Qin Lun turning his head to look at him, the strangely dressed prisoner let out a terrifying scream, turned around and ran away, but after running for a few steps, he stirred his feet and fell on the aisle with a thud. However, he seemed to be scared by Qin Lun. After falling to the ground, he didn't bother to get up, and kicked his feet, rubbed his butt against the floor, and retreated repeatedly.

"There is a shemale here!" Lin Feng carefully poked his head out of the prison door, and reminded him flatteringly behind Qin Lun, "It seems that he recognizes your identity!"

The shemale? Qin Lun's eyes lit up slightly. He heard other prisoners say this word in Handan Prison. It seemed to be a very wonderful creature. There seemed to be an analysis and introduction to them in various psychological works such as social psychology and cognitive psychology.

Qin Lun slowly walked towards the shemale lying on the ground. His movements made the prisoner even more frightened and almost dizzy. However, Qin Lun just took a few steps and stopped, his eyes passed by the shemale lying on the ground and looked behind him.

On the aisle behind the shemale, a burly prisoner was walking out of the prison door. The prisoner was naked, with a cold face, a short chin, and a clear depression on his right eyebrow bone, which made his originally strong face mixed with a trace of fierce aura. The muscles on his upper body were very developed, showing the perfection of an inverted triangle~ his physique, and a black-winged angel with one knee on the ground on his back.

"Disciple Hansen!" Lin Feng exclaimed in a low voice, nervously approaching Qin Lun, as if this would give him a little more security. Before Qin Lun could speak, he began to introduce it softly.

Hansen was born in Africa, but he was a white man, his parents were medical volunteers of the African Red Cross and died in an explosion. At that time, Hansen was taken away by an African mercenary and became an employing scout since he was eight years old.

Hansen was a boy mercenary for ten years and was influenced by war since childhood and became a cruel killing machine. When this mercenary was destroyed, Hansen returned to North America and quickly became a professional killer with his military skills trained in the war. It is said that he called himself Satan's disciple, and in the process of arresting him, the Federation sacrificed more than twenty special elites.

Is another murderer? Qin Lun's eyes rolled, suddenly took a step forward, grabbed the guardrail on the aisle, and looked at the two-story cell area and the central patio below.

Seeing the shadows below, more than a dozen prisoners appeared. Qin Lun's eyes lit up, revealing the shy smile that a young man often showed in a strange social occasion.
Chapter completed!