Originally, Gu Ji was still concerned about the three fugitive corpses floating in the water.
But the sudden ergence of system text instantly pulled his attention back from contemplation.
Special item?
He glanced at the chamber in front of him.
Aside from the three corpses, there was a retractable ladder leading to the upper level, where nurous laboratory equipnt and glassware scattered by the current, mixed with various plastic packaged raw materials and dicine bottles. Among them, one object was specially marked with a red reflective tag, standing out prominently.
Gu Ji pushed aside the corpses and swam over. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was a vial used in hospitals to hold anti-inflammatory drugs for IV drips. But instinct told him, this was definitely not ordinary dicine.
[Special Tryptamine Derivative: Strong Hallucinogen, exchangeable for 1 Crisis Point.]
Thanks to the public health system’s enhancent, Gu Ji had so understanding of such drugs. Hallucinogens, also known as psychotomitic drugs, are pharmaceuticals that can cause changes in sensory perception, emotional and thought processes.
Besides being used in specialized dical fields, they are often confused with drugs like Ecstasy and marijuana, so it’s not surprising to find it within the Jinyuan Group.
But instinct told him this thing wouldn’t be that simple.
This was the first ti Gu Ji had seen a real-world item that could be exchanged for ga currency.
"Strong hallucinogen..."
He muttered, then glanced at the eerie corpses floating beside him, gradually forming a hypothesis:
Could the Jinyuan Group and Mr. Shao be conducting human experints, using hallucinogens to control drug users?
Although this guess was bold.
Gu Ji always felt that the execution power of those fugitives was terrifyingly strong, sending them to their deaths without blinking, completely devoid of fear, clearly at odds with normal human physiological emotions.
If true, then the value of this thing would be trendous.
Who knows how many countries are secretly researching these types of psychoactive substances for interrogating prisoners or training assassins.
Unfortunately, getting this item to his real body would be too troubleso and dangerous.
After all, he wasn’t sure if anyone else knew about this ga.
He must not expose his real identity.
Gu Ji could only choose to give it to the system. As the drug disappeared, turning into a ray of white light, his crisis points increased by "1".
After completing the side quest, he left the chamber, found so portable oxygen masks in mory locations, and quickly returned to the stairwell.
In ten-odd minutes, the 31st floor was already half subrged.
Seeing the light below the water, Chaojun and Pan Xinli imdiately tugged the safety rope in their hands, pulling Gu Ji upwards.
"Phew... Only found four, the rest were washed away."
Gu Ji pretended to look fatigued.
Mr. Bai squinted slightly, his sharp pupils scanning up and down, seemingly inspecting him.
After confirming there was nothing unusual, he patted Gu Ji’s shoulder.
"Let’s move quickly! Mr. Bai is already getting impatient!"
Top floor office.
Bai Maoliang greeted the soaked Gu Ji like a cal seeing a cactus.
"You finally returned; take a look, we’re just one ter short, and these fools haven’t dug through!"
Gu Ji ca to the crack entrance, watching the soil continually falling from above, perhaps caused by incessant collapses.
Chen Jianhe wiped his sweat repeatedly in panic.
"Mr. Wa, the upper soil is too soft; whenever we dig, it collapses, impossible to stabilize!"
"Try using bigger boards?"
"Won’t work either, can’t stick, unless there’s cent!"
At this point, where could you find ti for wet cent?
Gu Ji stood on the table base, drilling into the passage; indeed, as Chen Jianhe said, the soil layer was as soft as freshly baked bread, with large chunks falling away at a light squeeze.
"Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai, the water has already entered the 32nd floor!"
"What!?"
"Woo... Are we really going to die here?"
"Who can co save us...?"
...
The spreading sound of water seed to transform into ghastly howls urging death, inch by inch consuming the crowd present, nurous employees trembling with fear, teeth clattering involuntarily.
Gu Ji raised an eyebrow, suddenly jumping off the table, starting to undress in front of everyone.
Bai Maoliang was slightly startled.
"Wa Xueming, what are you..."
"There’s no ti to dig now; the last ter and a half can only rely on brute force, fortunately the soil is sufficient, as long as we find a way to reduce friction."
Saying so, Gu Ji stripped down to just his shorts.
Many female employees quickly turned away or covered their faces.
Only Chaojun, Mr. Bai, and Kai noticed that Gu Ji’s body was covered with wounds, the largest two wrapped in bandages, now soaked with blood, turning pink.
Groundwater had already covered everyone’s shoes.
Bai Maoliang said in fright.
"Wa, Wa Xueming, are you sure this thod will work, if you can’t drill out and get buried, what then?"
"That’s why I want to clear the path for Mr. Bai first. If I fail, you at least have oxygen masks to try other thods."
Gu Ji’s tone was quite calm.
He fetched a bucket of engine oil, twisted open the lid, sared it all over his body, then tied the safety rope around his waist.
Upon hearing this, Bai Maoliang imdiately had Mr. Bai hold all four oxygen masks, even his fire breathing apparatus was not spared.
"If I succeed, swiftly pull the rope, then you can follow the rope and drill up one by one."
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