In the dark-colored laboratory, there was a broken round-bottomed flask on the floor, and the green fluorescent liquid that had been contained in it was sprinkled on the floor, and there were more complex glass-made experimental instruments on the table next to it, all containing this strange green liquid. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the wall, on a piece of fur paper, a diagram of what appears to be a mechanical claw is drawn, and there is a dense text description written next to it, and on the paper, there is a scratch with blood stains.

On the ground below the structure diagram, there was a dozen pieces of paper, on which were a large number of notes written in the same font, several of which were cluttered with the words "Dream Demon Project" repeatedly written in the ancient alchemy language, and there were also blood stains on them that had dried up.

On the ground in the other corner of the house, there was a semi-finished mechanical metal tube made of metal, connected to a device that looked like a giant needle tube, with green slime on it, as if it had once been pierced into some green slime.

At this time, there was a "bang", the door of the house was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

The man had a bald head on his head, and carried a huge jar on his back, one of which contained a green liquid that I don't know what it was, and a huge shield in his left hand, which he threw on the ground, and muttered irritably, "What are those damn machines going to do to cause so much movement over there?" ”

Walked to the table, took out a mechanical device in the drawer under the table - it was an asymmetrical device similar to a needle, the 'bald head' held this mechanical device, and pierced the back of his neck with the tip of the needle, as if he had injected some special medicine into his body, and the next second, a white light flashed in his eyes, and a tendon crawled on his forehead, as if he was suffering some great pain.

After a few seconds, he took a relaxed breath and whispered, "Fortunately, there are left," and as he spoke, he took off the dirty armor on his body, gently placed the large bottle behind him on the ground, sat on the ground, and took out a small bottle from nowhere, opened the bottle, and poured it into his mouth.

"I don't know how this crazy boy is now, if there is a real war this time, I'm afraid I still need your help, although you can't talk at all now," he said to the structure diagram on the wall, as if it was not a structural diagram, but someone he knew.

"Hey, let's take a step at a time," he wiped the wounds on his body, tied his armor back to his body, straightened the bandage around his mouth, turned around, put on his potion bottle, opened the door, and walked outside.