Time to go back to the morning market in Slum No. 13.

"Guidelines, I don't think there's something quite right with that bread vendor, he seems to be waiting for someone to meet." Xingtu rarely discovered the abnormality and hurriedly asked for credit from the criteria.

The norms around us are long gone.

"Guidelines? Guidelines: Where are you going? Xingtu watched in amazement as the guidelines went away.

Ignoring Xingtu's shouts, he walked straight to a stall selling pancakes and fruits.

The stall was deserted, but the stall owner was still concentrating on frying his pancakes.

"Welcome." The stall owner found the guest and hurriedly said hello.

The norm calmly walked over to the stall and caught a glimpse of the stall owner's white hair.

"Excuse me, how much does it cost to make pancakes with tomato sauce?" The norm smiled kindly.

"Little girl, my pancakes don't sell like this." The stall owner was surprised and said, "Are you worried that you don't have enough money?" In that case, I'll charge you a little less. ”

"Money doesn't solve all problems, and I'm a person who follows the principle of equal exchange." The guideline tilted his neck.

"I won't let you lose."

"This tone ......" The white-haired uncle's face flashed a hint of gloom, and then returned to normal.

It's a pity that he encounters the standard, and his every move will be controlled by the eyes of the standard.

"Do you still sell pancakes?" The norm continued to play dumb, "I really asked a stupid question, judging by the way you look like you're supposed to be closing the stall." ”

"Well, you're right." The white-haired uncle flipped the pancake on one side.

"I'm really going to close the stall."

The white-haired uncle turned off the heat and handed the extra pancake fruit to the guideline.

The uncle said, "We are destined, so let's give you this for free." ”

Criterion took the pancake fruit and lowered his head to take a bite.

The white-haired uncle pushed the stall truck and walked to the container behind him.

[Aim at me and pretend to follow me.] 】

Xingtu finally waited for the next instruction of the guidelines.

The white-haired uncle opened the container with a special key.

There's a cave in there, and it's a stronghold like a secret base.

There was nothing in the rusty container, but three metal tables.

The guide skillfully placed the box in his hand on the designated table.

The white-haired uncle's eyes lit up, and he looked excitedly at the big box in his hand.

"Can I inspect the goods?"

"This batch is very large, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it. I want the people behind you to come out and trade in person. "The guidelines make a claim.

"You're making it hard for me to do that." The white-haired uncle said bitterly, "The boss just left a few days ago, and he shouldn't be back in the short term." ”

"So how do you get in touch with your boss?" The guidelines are good and instructive.

"You want to do this shady thing, too." The white-haired uncle waved his hand.

"I advise you to give up, the boss only trusts me."

"If you trust him, he will trust you." Criterion slammed his fist on the table, "I'll just say it, I'm here to trouble your boss." ”

"You're not a man of the road...... "The white-haired uncle brushed the ground and turned pale.

"It seems that you are quite afraid of death, so it will be much easier." Guidelines rotate the knife in your hand with one hand.

The criterion was unexpectedly fast, tying up the white-haired uncle.

"Tell me the meeting address, and I'll sit there and wait for him."

"I'm just interested in the guy behind you." "Don't look for it, I've cut off the communication channel in this place. ”

"How do you know our code!" The white-haired uncle asked unwillingly, "You also took advantage of me openly." ”

"It's not called exploitation, it's something you yourself have to do according to this set of conversations." The guidelines carefully searched the entire container.

The criterion said with a clear look: "I just said it according to your agreement." ”

[Excuse me, how much does it cost to make pancakes with tomato sauce?] 】

[Money doesn't solve all problems, and I'm a person who follows the principle of equivalent exchange. 】

[Do you still sell pancakes?] 】

"These three cumbersome words that most people don't ask about are your joint codes."

The words of the code were like lightning striking the white-haired uncle, making his face as pale as earth.

"Who are you, and why do you meddle in our ways?"

"...... on the road," the criterion stared at the white-haired uncle like a torch, "where is your contact place on the road?" ”

"All I know is a weird lab underground." The white-haired uncle's body trembled.

"The rest are all at the mercy of Lord [Gluttony]."

"Give me the full address of the lab, and I can spare your life." The norm said viciously.

"The laboratory is ......," the white-haired uncle could only obediently say the address.

When he finished speaking, he stunned him with a blow of his sword.

"I've got it done, you can come in." The norm whispered to the door.

The rusty gate on the container was pushed open, revealing Xingtu's body.

"Dare you treat me as a janitor." Xingtu said dissatisfiedly.

"With you guarding the door, I can interrogate with peace of mind." The guideline decisively decided, "Alright, hurry up, we're going to get to the last clue." ”

Xingtu glanced at the white-haired uncle who was tied up and said, "Then what should he do?" ”

"Just leave it there, and I'll find someone to deal with it." The guidelines don't care at all about the white-haired uncle's shouting.

The guidelines signal Xingtu to close the gate of the container,

The address given by the white-haired uncle is under a relatively remote ditch.

"You help me look around, I'll go down alone." Xingtu watched as the guidelines jumped into the ditch.

Xingtu had a black line on his face: "How do I feel like I've been playing soy sauce?" ”

Ignoring the unpleasant smell of the gutter, the guidelines dived underwater.

There is an imperceptible metal frame at the bottom of the water.

With a hard pull, a cleverly designed chamber appeared in front of her.

The criterion seized the time, kicked his feet directly, and entered the secret room.

The walls of the chamber were all glowing with a new sheen, completely different from the rusty iron sheets on the roofs outside.

This style of decoration is really suspicious.

Bypass the narrow passage and walk down the stairs.

At the end of the staircase there is a silver-gray door with an electronic lock.

After confirming that there were no living beings inside through a scanner, the guidelines began to crack the gate.

The gate is heavily secured and can only be accessed through facial recognition.

Without many disassembly tools, the cracking of the guidelines has been slow to progress.

She hesitated for a second, then pulled out a timed annihilation bomb and installed it on the surface of the gate.

"Woo Woo ......"

With a slight concussion, a large hole appeared in the door, as if swallowed by a black hole.

There was not a sound in the door, and it was more silent than the norm had imagined.

The guideline bent down, bowed his head, and crossed the gate.

The darkness in the lab made the guidelines feel a little off.

Criterion turned on the special flashlight, and the flashlight slowly rose from the air, and the white light around it cast into the entire space.

With the help of a flashlight, the guidelines finally got a full view of the laboratory.

She was stunned for a moment.

The lab was completely empty, and there was nothing in it.

The norm felt a sense of shame of being played.

Why is this happening? Did he give me the wrong information?

Completely secret from the beginning of entering Slum 13, could there be a link that went wrong?

No, this is definitely not just withdrawn, although it smells of chemical solution, but it has faded for a long time?

In other words, the Web of Dark Shadows was deliberately luring itself over from the beginning.

They have already spotted their possible movements in advance.

Five days ago, no, after the end of "Central High Street Incident", they began to prepare.

The guideline looked at the clue that had suddenly broken and calmly withdrew the flashlight.