Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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During his several outings before 1:15, he didn't encounter any models and failed to capture the situations they needed, which made Luo Fan start to feel frustrated.

Almost nothing is going smoothly right now.

"Be patient. If you feel uncomfortable, you can rest on my lap for a while. I'll wake you up when it's time."

Ying Que gently played with Luo Fan's palm, her soft voice calming Luo Fan down like a tranquilizer.

"No need, it's better to stay awake, after all..."

Tonight's troubles don't just extend to their situation.

......

45 started working again, and just like yesterday, everything was normal until a certain point in time when things started to go wrong.

The noise level in the ventilation ducts was significantly higher than yesterday, forcing her to interrupt the first task multiple times and switch to the second and third tasks, which were relatively quieter and faster.

What made her even more nervous was that the thing behind her was clearly moving faster...

Suddenly, 45 stood up and looked behind him.

Sure enough, the speed of action was much faster than last night...

By the brief flash of light, 45 saw the end of the corridor.

A mechanical skeleton stood there, its enormous, jet-black eyes gazing in her direction...

P.S.: I have a follow-up appointment tomorrow, so I might have to cancel for a day.

337 Power outage

"I really wish you could have stayed there a little longer..."

45 continued to relieve her tension by talking to herself, after all, she was the only one there besides this mechanical skeleton.

The problem was that this thing had already reached the corridor behind her, rendering the sound temporarily meaningless. All she could do was work while carefully listening to her surroundings and turning around frequently...

"Ah, this is so easy! I've never had such an easy job before, have I?"

45 said irritably, "If I have to make her work a full week of night shifts here, I'd rather she go to the quarantine zone to fight zombies."

However, it was only for a fleeting moment when she let her guard down...

"Ding, bang... thud, thud, click, snap."

Behind me, and simultaneously from the ventilation duct on my right, came a terrifying sign: the most painful situation was about to unfold.

Even without a heart, 45 felt a tightness in a certain part of his body, seemingly near his chest, rising and falling.

She reacted swiftly, immediately shutting down the computer and ventilation system to eliminate any possible noise.

But this was just dealing with the immediate problem; she had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

She hadn't missed the commotion behind her, but she wasn't sure how far it had gone with that amount of noise—whether it had taken a single step or had already arrived...

Worse still, she couldn't get up to check, nor could she close the door right now. These actions would inevitably involve some noise, and closing the door would be more than just a minor disturbance; it would be a blatant provocation.

The temperature on the panel has begun to rise slowly, and 45 is becoming increasingly tense.

Although there was a threat closer to her, what truly worried her was the location behind her, a place she could no longer observe. She was at a complete informational disadvantage.

...thump, thump.

The commotion in the pipes did not disappear, and the situation gradually began to spiral out of control.

The temperature was about to exceed 80 degrees Fahrenheit, and the noise inside the ventilation duct was still lingering. After the noise subsided, she had to close the door behind her, which was accompanied by the noise of the door closing and an accelerated rate of temperature increase.

Damn it, this is already beyond being out of control; if there are any more variables, she'll be in real danger.

But there's still a chance, we can still try...

She slowly turned on her computer, and as expected, the first task was forced to stop due to the computer being shut down.

When the [audio] option is turned on, a recording is played in a room not far away. A loudspeaker icon appears in the area and the recording begins to play from there.

"Hurry, hurry, let's go!"

45 was extremely anxious. The pressure from behind her felt like a boulder rolling down a hillside, and she couldn't run away at all.

...thump...thump...thump

She could sense the sound fading away, but there was no time to be happy. She didn't even continue her work. She quickly got up and looked at the glass window behind her.

This time, there was no need for flashing lights, because those black eyes were already reflecting a chilling light through the window.

"Boom!"

The gate was closed at 45, and the temperature was approaching 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

The reaction was greater than the shock. People might make mistakes when they are nervous, but not at 45.

As long as the temperature remains within a controllable range... it's almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit...

......

2:38am

Luo Fan still hadn't received any calls. An hour had passed since the mission began, and Luo Fan didn't think the AR team's efficiency would be so low; there must be some other problem.

Since he was still unsure of the problem, he naturally couldn't dial the number to avoid any further complications.

When it was the girls' turn to watch the surveillance footage, he sat in the back row, fiddling with his black phone, looking extremely anxious.

For some reason, there was a sudden noise ahead.

"416, don't turn on the heat!"

AK12 suddenly shouted, startling everyone present.

The person being called out frowned: "Didn't you notice Yingque's reaction? If you don't turn it on soon, she won't be able to get a proper rest tomorrow!"

"Have you forgotten what you said in the recording? Using multiple devices simultaneously can lead to..."

"Om..."

In an instant, the entire room went dark, the screens stopped displaying images, and the security room was plunged into complete darkness.

"Tsk, I knew it."

Looks like someone was distracted while listening to the recording...

The voltage display on the desktop flickered red a few times before plunging into silence and darkness, becoming completely unresponsive.

"We think we're in big trouble..."

After looking around, AN94 received a rather unpleasant answer.

Indeed, without electricity, the corridor lights would not work, and the fire gates could not be closed. They could only rely on a sliding iron door to maintain safety here.

Ying Que trembled slightly, but didn't show too much unease. She knew now was not the time to panic.

The girls had already locked the iron gate from the inside, placed chairs against the door, and sat down. Thus, the seven people in the security room faced each other and waited.

As if he had thought of something, AK15 leaned forward slightly.

"It's almost 2:45, but UMP45 hasn't returned yet. The recording mentions that when the security room loses power, people outside cannot approach the security room."

"But how can we remind her? She's in the basement right now, there's no signal at all, and even if she comes out at the appointed time, the recording mentioned that after the power outage, we should remain quiet and wait for the power to be restored."

Luo Fan raised a point of contradiction.

Everyone remained silent, pondering their next move, but there was really nothing they could do except wait.

RPK said coldly, "We can only hope she's smart enough to not come near here if she sees the security room is completely dark."

"Hopefully."

......

2:54am

45 was still sitting in the basement workshop, overwhelmed with the work at hand.

Clearly, she went over time.

Although she didn't know what she was about to face, she still followed the instructions and completed the last task before leaving.

"Alright, time to go. Finally, I don't have to stay in this awful place anymore."

She packed her things, turned around to make sure the corridor was safe, and then opened the door and went out.

However, on the way back, for some reason, 45 felt that the corridor seemed darker than before, and the corridor lights were flashing less and less frequently.

Only the emergency exit signs on the distant wall continue to perform their duties in the darkness.

For a short time, that was the only source of light. 45 stared intently at it, and for some reason, the display above no longer showed "EXIT," but instead...

Don't look back!!!

338 An ominous object

Don't look back.

This is definitely one of the most threatening upgrades seen so far in 45, adding another point of attention that may be "unnecessary" when the current situation is completely unclear.

Could this be a result of working overtime?

She began to think, but the existing situation and logic were insufficient to prove her ideas, so she could only take it one step at a time.

It's impossible to go back into the workshop now, not even backwards. The only thing I can do, the only thing I should do, is to grit my teeth and walk out...

With that thought in mind, 45 took a step.

The basement was too damp, and there were even several small puddles on the corridor floor. They were hard to spot in the dark, and if you stepped on them carelessly, they would make an unpleasant sound.

Although her eyes were fixed on the front, 45 was using all her senses except sight to pay attention to the movements behind her, and she could react in time to the slightest rustling.

Judging from her still slow pace, there shouldn't be any problems behind her for the time being.

Before leaving, 45 checked the surveillance footage one last time. She couldn't find the skeleton in any of the rooms before she dared to leave.

So, what does "don't look back" mean...?

"and many more......"

45 glanced sideways.

What was that noise?

Behind him, 45 heard a series of thumping sounds, not like human footsteps, but more like mechanical ones...

A sense of foreboding washed over me...

45 quickened his pace; he had to leave this place this morning.

But the faster I went, the more urgent the sound became, and the sense of distance seemed to be gradually disappearing...

She frowned slightly; she should have gone faster...

Step, step, step, step.

She started jogging...

tap tap tap tap tap tap

Damn it, why are they following so closely?!

Can't drag it any longer!

In an instant, 45 unleashed its full power, sprinting towards the exit, while the footsteps behind it became as rapid as raindrops.

A loud metallic clanging sound lingered behind him, and 45 finally understood what it meant to not turn around.

Fortunately, 45's speed as a tactical doll was quite reliable. When she sprinted at full speed, 45 even managed to create some distance between herself and the sound. However, what she didn't expect was that if she didn't unleash her full power, the thing's speed was comparable to hers.

Upon reaching the exit, 45 yanked open the iron gate and rushed out.

From one darkness to another, 45 paused for a second before regaining her senses and refocusing her attention on the iron gate behind her.

Nothing rushed out; it just stood there quietly, like a lonely grave in the wilderness.

After confirming her safety several times, she decided to leave, but strangely, neither the commander nor anyone else contacted her today.

Something's not right...

I was just about to call to confirm when I looked up and suddenly noticed that the camera on the load-bearing column wasn't working...

She might have guessed, but she still wanted to confirm that she was alone.