The afternoon sun was just right, and outside the western-style building at 46 Abby Cross Street on First Avenue, a horse-drawn taxi slowly stopped.

After paying for the car, Joyce knocked on the door of the bungalow with the gift box.

Despite his anxiety, Joyce didn't show it.

"Mr. Joyce. ”

The handyman who opened the door was somewhat surprised to see Joyce return.

"Ms. Laren, can you make a leg of lamb for dinner?"

Joyce entered the bungalow and smiled, her words pleading.

"I'm going to go out and buy it. ”

The rough-clothed woman who didn't look good nodded hurriedly, and she still couldn't let go of Joyce.

"Is Elena enough for the money?" asked Joyce to the woman in the cloth.

"Miss Elena and Miss Teresa give a lot, and I will write down every purchase cost. "The handyman maid's heart is very fine, and there is no reluctance.

"Then buy more good food. ”

Joyce didn't care what he ate, he just wanted to spend the odd jobs on the maid.

Went upstairs to change her overalls and get her things ready, and it wasn't until the handyman maid went out that Joyce went to the basement.

"I didn't expect Bernard Rossi to be the eldest lady of the Rossi family, and the Rossi Surgical Hospital and the insane asylum are nominally the property of the Rossi family. Joyce muttered quietly.

As for the identity of Bernard Rossi, it was after the separation of the War Depository, Arrin told Joyce.

The trembling, unconscious young slave was eventually bought by Bernard Rossi for a nickel coin that Joyce did not rob her.

"It never hurts to be cautious. ”

Joyce wasn't sure if Bernard had unwittingly been affected by the metal figure in the young man's healing wound on his thigh, or if she had sensed something.

Through the observation of the ability of the left eye, Joyce found that after leaving the War Storage, Berna had indeed arranged for someone to send the young man to the Rossi Surgical Hospital.

The main reason why Joyce changed his arrangement to go to the underground market was to watch the young slaves and prevent him from happening at Rossi Surgical Hospital.

Joyce felt that the young slave was in a very abnormal state, and that he was afraid of being caught off guard by something outside if something unusual was detected in the hospital.

"Do you want to do it?"

The vents and gaps in the basement were blocked, and Joyce, who locked the door, did not light the light.

Time passed slowly, and Joyce fiddled with the dagger, and watched the slave youth in his left eye after the examination at the Rossi Surgical Hospital, and the medical staff did not find anything unusual in the young man's thigh.

"Metal Figure!"

Joyce thought that the figure hidden in the healing wound of the young man's thigh must be a secret object, but it was precisely because of the relationship between the human figure that he hesitated.

As far as Joyce knew, most of the secret objects of the portrait were related to prayer and sacrifice, and if there was anything weird, I was afraid that it would be very dangerous.

The emaciated and frail, trembling and babbling state of the young slave was probably related to the metal figure.

"It's a bit cruel to hide a metal object in a wound, is it the young slave who hid it himself, or is it someone else's doing?" Joyce thought to herself.

When Bernard Rossi was buying a young slave at the War Repository, Joyce only heard that the slave had been captured during a conflict with the Apocalypse Empire.

"The situation on the battlefield is already quite chaotic, and no one can say the exact situation, if there is anything involved in the metal figure hidden in the wound on the thigh of the young slave, it is better for Berna to buy the slave than for me to buy the slave. Joyce was cautious.

"It seems that the young slave can't bear it, and it's time to do it, but even if I take the risk to get the metal figure out of his thigh, there's no good place to hide the secret!" Joyce was already trying to concentrate with his left eye.

In terms of time, it might be better to wait until the evening to do it, but the handyman who was paid to buy things obviously wouldn't be out all the time, and before the evening, Elena and Teresa were home.

"That metal figure has a pendant hole on its head, is it just a simple secret object?" Joyce's discovery of not giving up his thief heart also accounted for part of the reason.

I don't know if it was because of the young slave's delirious trembling and babbling, but the medical staff of Rossi Surgical Hospital actually tied him to a hospital bed, as if they were treating a patient who was not in good spirits.

"It's now!"

While the medical staff were out of the ward, Joyce's left eye opened a little, revealing layers of compass brilliance.

"Da! Da!"

As Joyce's compass eye turned, a delicate sound faintly appeared.

"Buzz!"

Until the layers of the Compass Eye stopped turning, Joyce's left eye pupil erupted with a fine light, which soon turned into a curtain of light in front of him.

The sight of young slaves tied to a hospital bed emerges from a curtain of light.

Feeling the stability of the light curtain, Joyce's right hand holding the dagger, as well as his empty left hand, slowly reached into the light curtain.

"Whew!"

In a single ward at Rossi Surgical Hospital, the space near the kidnapped young slave was distorted, and the two hands were extremely eeriely revealed.

"Poof!"

A hand holding a dagger, after determining the situation, quickly fell to the right thigh of the young slave.

"Ahh

The dagger plunged into the young slave's leg, causing him to tense and scream.

The metal figure, less than a finger high, was forcibly gouged out of the young slave's leg by a dagger, and the other hand that peeked out of the distorted space grabbed the metal figure's knees sitting cross-legged.

The metal figure's lips squirmed, sucking the blood that had been brought out of the young slave's thighs like strands of sticky blood, gathering in the squirming lips of the metal figure.

If there were other people in the ward at this time, they would have found that the young slave's figure was withering and losing its life at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Whew!"

The two strange arms, quickly entered the distorted space, and the blood absorbed by the metal figure was disconnected.

A female nurse in white who had just heard the screams of the young slave hurriedly pushed the door open and entered the ward, only to see the young man turned into a dried corpse and died.

"Someone, someone......"

The frightened female nurse took two steps forward, and a spirit turned around and ran out of the ward.

"Buzz!"

In the basement of the western-style building at 46 Abby Cross Street, as soon as Joyce withdrew his hands from the light curtain, the light curtain quickly converged and disappeared.

Seeing that the blood on the dagger held in his right hand was also absorbed by the small metal figure's wriggling lips, Joyce decisively let go and threw the metal figure not far away.

"I really dug it up. ”

Joyce swallowed a mouthful of saliva as she watched the metal figure being thrown to the ground.

Prior to this, Joyce had thought of digging up the metal figure to save the young slave, but he did not expect to cause an accident and hasten the death of the young slave.

"This metal figure should not have sucked blood before, or the blood sucking was not obvious, could it be that I dug it out to cause the metal figure to suck blood?" Joyce said nervously as he looked at the dagger he held in his right hand without any blood.

In order to clean up the bloodstains, Joyce even prepared a towel to wipe his hands in advance, and wiped the dagger and metal figure, but he didn't need it at this time.

"It undoubtedly killed the young slave. ”

In the dark silence of the basement, Joyce's thoughts, spoken through the wriggling lips of the metal figure, were truly abrupt and terrifying.

"My voice!"

Not just Joyce's thoughts, but even his voice and tone, the lips of the metal figure spoke exactly right.

Realizing that what she was thinking was being told by the metal figure, Joyce quickly shut up, not daring to think too much.

Unsure whether it was because of fear, or because of the secret qi in his body and the weakness of his spirit, Joyce's body was cold, his hair stood on end, and his scalp was tingling.

"I just brought the metal figure back and came into contact with it. Joyce couldn't help but have a guess that the metal figure could say what was in his mind.

"Huh?"

Joyce realized that he had a mental activity, but the metal figure thrown on the ground did not speak again.

"Why don't you say it, what's going on?"

Joyce was surprised to find that the metal figure's lips were no longer wriggling.

"Look in. ”

After adjusting his mood and state, Joyce focused his right eye, wanting to see the inside of the metal figure through his microscopic and perspective abilities.

However, feeling that his right eye's abilities were blocked on the surface of the metal figure, Joyce didn't succeed this time.

"This figure is not simple!"

Joyce was not disappointed that he could not investigate the inside of the metal figure, but he deepened his vigilance and mind about the metal figure.

"What am I going to do, I can't keep it here, do I have to bring a pair of gloves?" Joyce sensed that he was fine, and secretly wondered.

"This metal figure sucks blood, and it also snoops on the mind of the holder, and maybe even affects people's thinking, it is simply a hot potato. Joyce thought of the War Depository, where Berna Rossi and he had the urge to buy the young slaves at about the same time.

It was still some time before the handyman returned, but Joyce didn't know what to do with the metal figure.

"No, I'll have to find a place to bury this metal figure. Joyce took out the towel from the sack, which he had prepared to wipe the blood, and which could also be used as a makeshift glove.

Just as Joyce approached the metal figure and tried to wrap it in a towel, he found that the metal figure's two plump lips seemed to contain milky white liquid.

"It's a little strange, the metal figure was obviously sucking blood before, but now it is oozing out of its mouth, how can it be such a liquid?" Joyce looked closely, and it was difficult to determine whether the milky white liquid in the metal figure's mouth was poisonous.

After hesitating, Joyce finally touched the metal figure with his hand and grabbed it.

In Joyce's cautious eyes, the milky liquid in the metal figure's mouth shrank.