Will it be poisoned?

Yaerlin touched the dark spots on Mr.3's skin with his fingertips. Sure enough, through the dark spots, he felt an extremely cold and twisted force transmitted from his fingertips. His fingernails were gently hooked, and the other party's epidermis was pierced. It was easily torn open, revealing dark and turbid blood.

A strong rotten smell permeated from the blood, and the flesh under the skin also oozes black, like rotten and spoiled inferior meat food.

"It turns out that the rotten smell has not disappeared, but has been soaked into the blood vessels." Yaerlin thought so in his heart.

Mr.3's eyes were bulging, and he was so scared that he was about to turn into a dead fish's eye and was about to fall out of his eye socket. That kind of rotten flesh that seemed to melt wax is not that he was melting his body, it was really like to melt.

"If you don't detoxify, you will really die. Keep me, it will definitely be useful to you." Mr.3's teeth were shaking.

"Detoxification?!" Yaerlin glanced at Mr.3 with a strange look, then flicked his fingertips, and the black thread gushing out re-wrapped Mr.3 and fell on the top of the wall.

"Sorry, I haven't figured out whether this is poison or not, let alone how to detoxify it." He murmured inwardly, but his face was as usual to Mr.3 and said lightly: "You are a smart man, and a smart man I am used to telling lies, especially the intertwined lies that are true and false, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false, so if you want to live, take this time to think about what information you have to give in exchange for your life.”

"I….."

"People have to have value to live, and you need time to think about it." Yaerlin pressed his index finger to his lips and made a "shh" sound: "Tell my adjutant when you think about it."

Bang.

The iron door of the prison was closed, Yaerlin walked to the next cell, and the jailer standing at the door quickly opened the door.

"My comrade living next to you may not be able to hold it anymore." Yaerlin's first sentence made Mr. 5 feel the bone-chilling cold and the extremely vicious malice: "I'm too hard, his injuries I'm afraid there is no need to rescue and cure, compared to him, my actions towards you at that time can be described as kind and gentle."

Three ribs were broken, a finger hole was pierced in the neck, and the throat was almost torn and pulled out, could it be considered a gentle gesture?

Mr.5 swallowed and spit, not daring to refute.

Yaerlin's fingers slid down his throat, and the black thread that wrapped around his neck loosened to reveal a scarred wound. There was a faint black texture around the edge of the wound, but it was not obvious.

"If the black spot is regarded as a toxin, this guy was pierced through a wound by my finger, and he should also be infected with the toxin, but compared to Mr.5, the dose of the same toxin is very small. Why?"

Yaerlin was a little puzzled, and he couldn't think of the reason for the time being. He took out a short dagger from his arms and dug it into the scarred wound.

"What are you going to do?" Mr.5 stared at Yaerlin in horror, thinking that the other party was going to kill him, he struggled desperately with gunpowder smoke from his mouth and nose.

"Noisy!"

Yaerlin snorted coldly, and pinched Mr. 5's chin with his palms twisting the tiger's mouth, facing upwards and tightly closing his jaws, a black smoke scum spit out from the other's ear canal, Yaerlin held The hand of the knife roughly dug out a circle of rotten flesh around his neck, and then threw it on the ground.

"It's not dead!" Mr.5 felt the wound on his neck stinging and stinging, and the wrapped black thread was like a needle and thread through the flesh to sew the wound up. He had a stunned look on his face and then looked at a piece of rotten flesh on the ground. .

Said to be rotten meat, it was actually more like a pool of blackened blood clots, which were thrown to the ground by Yaerlin and shattered like jelly into a pool of rancid acid water.

Mr.5's IQ doesn't seem to be enough. He doesn't seem to notice any abnormality in his wound at all. On the one hand, it is because the black spots are inconspicuous and covered by black cocoons. On the other hand, it may be because he even mixes his brain Without explosives, the brain capacity is not so sufficient.

"It turned into a puddle of sour water."

Yaerlin stared at the black water on the ground. The smell he inhaled in his nostrils was like the sour smell of burning garbage bags. He wiped off the blood stains on the dagger. There was nothing abnormal on the dagger, so he looked at him. The frightened Mr. 5 said: "After my adjutant interrogated you and your companions, the analysis pointed out that Mr. 3's status in the Baroque studio is relatively high, and it is likely that he has squeezed into the core layer and can know and contact. to more confidential information; and your Mr.5 is ranked behind your companions in terms of code name, and does not seem to be able to touch the core layer of information, so he thinks that you are far less valuable to us than Mr.3, In other words, it is suggested that I kill you, do you have a different opinion?"

"..." Mr.5's expression was about "囧", his mouth, nose and eyes were twisted into a ball and he said hurriedly: "No, don't kill me, I can betray the Baroque studio and do things for you."

"You betrayed so easily, how can I trust you?" Yaerlin fiddled with the dagger with his fingers flexibly, and threatened: "Tell me Mr.0's identity."

"I don't know the identity of Mr. 0. The president is very mysterious, and he basically doesn't show his true face." Mr. 5's face changed blue and white, and he said solemnly: "Baroque Studio is a criminal company, and its members are all There are very few diehards, you believe me, I am really willing to betray the Baroque studio."

Yaerlin has already determined that Mr. 5 is a person with arrears in IQ, "Don't be nervous, I think your ability still has some development value~lightnovelpub.net~ So I decided to leave your life as an excuse for the time being. A researcher."

"R&D personnel?!" Mr.5 didn't know what the **** it was, all he would do was kill.

"Yes, booger bombs are so disgusting and not very applicable. I need you to help me develop and improve the power of gunpowder and artillery shells." Yaerlin felt that the real value of explosive fruits should not lie in personal fighting. , On the contrary, the ability of this fruit should be combined with gunpowder shells as a strong boost, so that large-scale research and development can be used to manufacture more powerful lethal weapons.

Although the power of the Crimson Cannonball (original Bucky Bullet) is already considerable, it is still far from the power that a real cannonball should have in Arrin's mind.

"Why, you don't want to?" Yaerlin's voice raised an octave slightly.

"I'm willing, I'm very willing." Mr.5's head shook like a rattle, what a joke, how could he dare to say nothing in this situation.

"Very good!" Yaerlin felt that Mr. 5 was still very knowledgeable, and turned around and left the cell, leaving Mr. 5 feeling as if he was soaked in cold sweat.