As outsiders entered this small independent space, many eyes turned to it, and soon they all took it back, a staff member stepped forward, stretched out his hand to lead the way, Hill nodded, all the way through the layers of defense, pulling the inexplicable Intis to the deepest containment room on the floor.

It is a special alloy glass, square-shaped, single-sided see-through room, where staff can clearly observe every movement in the room, and next to the containment chamber are several smaller studios, where staff are constantly changing shifts throughout the day, and there are also some research assistants who observe and record them.

However, it is actually a containment cell, but its interior is exactly the same as a daily home, an ordinary man in loose striped pajamas sits on the sofa, motionless, his eyes closed, as if he is mechanically dormant.

"Captain Hill, you should know everything about the precautions of observers, I won't explain them to you one by one!"

The white-uniformed staff member said as he led the two to one of the studios, a specially converted bathroom, and Hill pulled Intis inside.

After the two of them finished cleaning and changed into a clean and neat pure white pajamas that had been prepared, the staff led the two of them close to the containment room and knocked on the door three times, as if a normal family was visiting.

"Please come in!"

The observer, who was dormant with his eyes closed, slowly opened his strange white eyes, which looked hollow and without any eyeballs, and replied with the appearance of an ancient well without waves.

In this regard, the staff took out the ID card and swiped it on a gap, and performed a pupil authentication on the drilled camera, temporarily opened the closed door, and then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please, guarding the door, without following in.

"Captain Hill, this temporary opening is only five minutes away!"

Ciel nodded impatiently, changed his slippers at the door, made a "shhhh

"Sit!"

The observer seems to glance at Hill (probably...). Pointing to the sofa opposite, Hill didn't respond, pulled the nervous Intis, sat down silently opposite, stared at the observer for a few seconds, and got straight to the point.

"I'd like to ask you a question, is this little girl next to me also an anomaly or anomaly?"

The observer tilted his head, wondering if he was observing the person being questioned next to him, and after a while, his facial expression seemed to change slightly, only to disappear quickly, and he replied unhurriedly.

"Partly yes, partly not!"

Hill couldn't help frowning, what did this sentence mean, although she was puzzled, she didn't intend to continue asking, and without saying a word, she pulled Intis out of the containment chamber.

You can't talk nonsense in front of the observer, because according to research, the observer can only answer one question a day, and once he suddenly answers one of your sentences, it is the second question, and the consequences are extremely serious, because as a punishment for violating the rules, the inquirer will be inexplicably drained and instantly go to the twilight of aging.

As the personnel left, the containment chamber returned to calm, but the observer did not close his eyes and sleep, but continued to tilt his head, staring at the sofa where the two had sitting, and soon a tiny black mechanical insect crawled out, and the scarlet compound eyes met the observer.

"Exceptional, in my eyes the world is all false, you say, where is the truth, what is the real meaning!"

The observer muttered to himself, as if he were talking to himself, as if he was talking about something, and it felt like he hadn't spoken much in a long time.

The mechanical insect body stared at the guy silently, synchronized what it saw and heard, and finally twisted its body with a click, naturally blending into the ground and disappearing.

In the outside world, the watchman who was supervising did not notice this anomaly, and in his eyes, the observer sat on the sofa and was in a daze, this kind of thing is not much, but it is not a lot, after research, at least for now, there is no special meaning.

........................

"By me... Found out!"

Outside, receiving the information transmitted synchronously by the subsystem system, a middle-aged man turned his rattling neck, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as long as he started to clean up the ants there, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted with this ant nest!

And the so-called containment objects in this world, through what he has seen and heard, have to be said to be a curious thing, even if he is very interested, maybe he can use it to update his arsenal.

"Hey, it seems like there's some strange information mixed in?"

After thinking about it for a while, the database couldn't calculate why, and he didn't care too much about greed, the gossip of some low-level creatures was not worth mentioning, where was there anything worth caring about.

"Father... Yes... I feel so painful!"

Suddenly, a cry of pain interrupted his musings, and a teenager collapsed to the ground, rolling incessantly, his whole body in tatters, revealing patches of wriggling skin corroded by dark insects, no longer human.

Greed just glanced at this ant indifferently, and kicked it away with great disgust, the initial pain of the gift transformation, it was really a low-level creature, and it couldn't even pass this level, let alone serve everything for the great lord!

"Ahhhh

After a long while, Shinsuke staggered back to his feet, his body hunched up, his neck twisted to one hundred and eighty degrees, and his eyes glittered with scarlet, tyrannical blood, as if his rotting black body was like a ghost skeleton.

"Go ahead, start hunting and collecting food, and remember, as one of the main sacrifices, you need to collect the purest and most delicious blood food!"

Greedy Kill glanced at this 'cheap son', waved his hand indifferently, and gave the same order as other reformed bodies, the selection of the main sacrifice is a very serious matter, serve my lord, then naturally use the best!

According to the data stored by the leader of Skynet, a small dessert drink of my lord is usually made with 10,000 servings of standard soul blood, and he can't be worse than this!

"Ahh

Shinsuke lowered his head in awe, then shook his head in irritation, let out a beastly roar, turned and ran out of the windowsill, and disappeared.

Greedy Kill suddenly thought of something, tapped his fingers, and became so handsome, no one should recognize that guy as 'his' cheap son, right?