After Su Changxing left, Mu Qing fell into deep thought. She felt that Su Changxing's behavior just now was very strange, without any logic, to make him sleep first, and then kill him.

Normally, this is obviously superfluous, and the end result is the same.

Is it to make fun of these gangsters?

"This is not true, it seems to be some kind of ceremony."

Mu Qing carefully considered Su Changxing's actions just now, which were very similar to some **** rituals, where he obtained mysterious power through certain methods and media, or achieved other goals.

Of course, this is something she learned from some books, and these books are important ancient books, things kept in top-secret museums.

It's just that these rituals usually don't make sense.

Mu Qing began to guess Su Changxing's identity, first ruled out that he was an ordinary person, and secondly ruled out the children of high-ranking officials, most of whom she knew.

So he may be someone from some secret organization.

Most of the so-called secret organizations have a long heritage, and even once controlled special extraordinary power.

But most of these secret organizations have already declined. For example, Longhu Mountain has now become a scenic spot, and the Taoist priests on the mountain just burn incense every day and take a seat.

There was a faint gleam in the girl's eyes, she picked up the phone and sent a message: I am still alive, my current location is unknown, but it should be safe. Still follow the 101 plan and leave me alone.

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Su Changxing walked through the seats in the restaurant and came to the messy back kitchen.

White bones were piled up and down in the corner, the pitch-black pyre still had sparks, the pot on the stove was still warm, and unknown flesh and bones were stewed in it, and the room was filled with a strange smell of meat.

"Did you run away without finishing your meal? You are really decisive."

Su Changxing looked at the stewed meat in the pot, felt faintly disgusted, thought for a while, and took out the Heiman toxin that he had obtained in the building from the interlayer of his backpack.

These foods should still be eaten by these survivors, put some poison to test the effect of the poison, and you can also harvest a little points casually.

The poison's venom is viscous and transparent, and has no smell, and he doesn't know whether it has a taste or not.

"Looking at it like this, it shouldn't have deteriorated."

Su Changxing observed the venom, judged, and then poured the venom into the stew pot, and the crystal clear venom gradually merged with the soup.

He didn't know if the poison had gone bad, but the pot of meat had really gone bad.

Su Changxing took the iron spoon and stirred it in the pot to make it evenly mixed without any clues, and then put the iron spoon back to its original place.

"Perfect."

Su Changxing pursed his lips and smiled, very satisfied with his masterpiece. It seemed like he was poisoning, but he was actually harvesting points. As long as he could poison five people to death, he would have more than 1,000 points.

Although not much, it is still meat.

Walking out of the restaurant, Su Changxing saw Mu Qing staggering in from outside the corridor, and asked, "Are you finished?"

Mu Qing nodded, and said: "Well, after packing, there is nothing else, only some weapons, I put them in a pile for you, and there is a green crystal on someone's body."

Most of the injuries on Mu Qing's body have recovered, except for the more serious wounds on the thigh and upper arm, the injuries in other places have begun to stutter.

Terrible abilities.

Su Changxing took the crystal that Mu Qing handed over, and asked, "What is your level among supernatural beings? Well, it doesn't count as combat ability, just strength."

He has already guessed that Mu Qing's identity is very unusual, of course Mu Qing did not hide it, but showed it to him generously.

Mu Qing grinned, showing a faint smile, as if she was very happy that Su Changxing could ask her this way:

"If you do this, then I'm very powerful. I can be regarded as an A-level ability user. There are many kinds of abilities. Different people may have similar abilities, but the strength may be different. For example, the ability to release flames Yes, some people can only use it to light cigarettes, while others can fight like a mage."

Grade A?

It turns out that abilities are divided into levels.

Su Changxing knows that a superhuman can transform into an Extraordinary, and he is an example, but what happens when a powerful superhuman transforms into an Extraordinary?

Become a higher level Extraordinary?

Su Changxing was silent for a while, then casually threw the green crystal into the backpack, nodded and said, "So that's why you are strong, but weak."

"What metaphor is this?"

Mu Qing curled her lips, and then asked curiously: "What is that, it seems to be separated from the corpse."

Su Changxing thought for a while and said, "This thing should be related to Extraordinary people, but I don't know exactly what it's useful for."

"Extraordinary? Is he an Extraordinary?"

Mu Qing was a little surprised. According to the information she obtained, the only Extraordinary known so far is Lucky Kid. She thought thoughtfully, "Then he was shot to death by you like that? I feel a little weak."

Su Changxing was silent for a while and said: "As long as you are alone, you can't survive being shot in the head, unless you have special abilities."

"Too."

Mu Qing nodded, followed Su Changxing along the aisle, and said, "You are very good at marksmanship. You used to be a soldier? Special forces?"

Su Changxing shook his head: "No, just an ordinary citizen."

Mu Qing had a disbelieving expression on her face, and she didn't say much. The room in front of her attracted her attention.

Walking into the room, Su Changxing heard the faint cry of a baby surrounding him~lightnovelpub.net~ This is the voice of that "giant baby".

The wall here should be very close to the sewer, just enough to hear a little bit of the monster's voice.

Mu Qing frowned and said, "What's that sound? A baby?"

Su Changxing fiddled with the seat on the floor and said, "It's the voice of that monster."

Mu Qing was stunned, and said, "Monster? Can a monster make such a sound? I'm a little curious about what this monster looks like."

Su Changxing thought about it for a while and said, "You probably don't want to know."

The room was very empty, with four or five rows of seats. It should have been a warehouse or something before.

"Let me tell you a secret, I love horror movies."

Mu Qing looked around and analyzed: "They often gather here...so what are they doing here? Chatting?"

"It's normal to have spiritual needs. Gather together to relieve the depression of the doomsday..."

As he said that, Su Changxing noticed that Mu Qing was suddenly frozen in place, motionless, and his face turned livid.

"Mu Qing?"

He touched Mu Qing's hand, it was very cold.

"Crack~"

Su Changxing slapped Mu Qing heavily on the face. As for why he did this, it was probably a subconscious reaction.

Mu Qing woke up immediately, her complexion recovered instantly, leaving only a red slap mark, and looked at Su Changxing in a daze: "Did you slap me just now?"

Su Changxing said seriously: "You fell into a strange state just now, um, to wake you up."

Mu Qing also noticed that something was wrong just now: "This room is weird... But, is the way you wake people up is to slap them?"