In the white laboratory, everything is going on in an orderly manner. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Experimenters in white robes were busy coming and going, some of them holding records to each other, and some of them observing the various numbers and records that appeared on the screen. An old man with gray hair stood in the corner of the laboratory, staring at the clipboard in his hand and saying something to his assistant next to him, before his assistant nodded and turned to leave.

"Click........."

At this moment, the metal door next to it opened, and then a man in a black uniform walked in, he first glanced at the laboratory, then walked quickly to the old man, and said in a low voice.

"Doctor, something is wrong with us."

"Oh? What's the problem? ”

Hearing the man's words, the old man raised his head slightly, indicating that he was listening, but his eyes were still fixed on the record board in front of him, and at the same time he quickly took a pen and wrote something on it. Although his appearance was a little less serious, the man didn't care, instead, he lowered his voice and made a serious report.

"Just fifteen minutes ago, No.17 chose to self-destruct, and through signal feedback, we confirmed that No.17 was destroyed."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the old man finally took his eyes off the record board in his hand and looked at the man in black beside him.

"Something happened to Seventeen? Any idea what's going on? ”

"I think it was because of the attack, because before that, we received an inductive signal from the 'cemetery', and out of an abundance of caution, we sent No.17 to investigate. Maybe it's a conflict with something entrenched in the 'graveyard', that's why ........."

"Did you know that?"

"Yes, we reported to the committee as soon as possible."

"What do they think?"

"They want me to come and ask for your opinion."

Hearing this, the old man sighed helplessly, and then reached out and knocked on the door of his head.

"Look at my memory, it's really easy to forget things when I'm old......... So, activate Eighteen, and then investigate what happened to Seventeen......... So be it. ”

"This ............"

Faced with the old man's crisp answer, the man in black was obviously a little stunned, but he still nodded, and then turned to leave. The old man sighed and shook his head as the metal door closed again behind the man in black, and then he turned his gaze to the clipboard in front of him again, and began to study the formula on it intently.

And now, in a dimly lit room, a hoarse voice wafts back and forth in the air through electricity.

"There is clearly something wrong with the destruction of No.17, and we should conduct a thorough, comprehensive investigation into this!"

"Isn't there any news from the simultaneous summons?"

"At that time, the signal transmission of No.17 was isolated by some mysterious force, and we could not receive the information! I think we should take the initiative........."

And in the midst of all the disturbing quarrels, a voice sounded, and a decision was made without question.

"Start No.18."

This sentence drew a close to the meeting, and soon, the originally busy room quickly returned to silence. The man in black, who was sitting quietly at the door, stood up after hearing this order, walked to a console in front of the room, stretched out his hand, took out a key in the shape of a cross from his waist, inserted it into the keyhole on the console, and then turned it slightly. With a soft "click", the glass cover next to it flipped open, revealing a bright red handle inside. The man in black took a deep breath, then he reached out and grabbed the handle and pulled it down hard.

"Dut......... Toot ............"

With the shrill sound of sirens, the red lights began to shine incessantly. An incandescent lamp lit up, illuminating the originally dark room in front of him, and with the sound of an alarm, I saw that in the depths of the room against the wall, a pitch-black rectangular iron box slowly opened its lid, and the icy cold air overflowed from it, covering the ground with a thin layer of frost. Soon, an automated metal robotic arm reached from the side and stabbed the syringe on his arm into the neck of the man sleeping in the black iron box.

“……………”

After a few moments, the man opened his eyes, shook his head, and stepped out of the black iron box. The man didn't seem to react to what he saw, as if he didn't care what the hell was here and what was going on on with him. He walked to the closet at the door with a steady step, opened the closet, and put a black robe on his body. Then, the man reached out and entered a line of code on the lockbox in the closet. Soon, I saw a flash on the screen, and then the countdown quickly appeared. Looking at this scene, the man nodded and turned around and pushed the door open.

"Whew!"

The cold wind from the wasteland whirled in, and the man raised his head to look at the boundless wilderness outside, and walked out without hesitation. Soon, his figure disappeared into the dark shadows of the Black Wasteland.

And at the same time, the countdown in the wardrobe also reached "zero".

"Boom!!"

The next moment, the flames of the explosion that rose into the sky destroyed everything that once existed here.

"Poof."

Faeron watched as the soldier in front of him took out a lighter, lit a cigarette with the pitiful little flame, and put it in his mouth. He just leaned lazily against the wall, not even looking at the people from out of town.

Lifeless.

In the gathering place in front of them, there were such people everywhere, whether it was the soldiers guarding the guard, the owner of the tavern, or the residents of the gathering place, after Fei Lun and the others entered this gathering place called "Hope Town", all they saw was numbness. It stands to reason that outsiders like them should quickly attract the attention of the people in the gathering place, but at the moment these people don't even bother to look at them. Everyone is weak and looks like a living walking corpse.

"How could these people be like this?"

Holding the magic wand in his hand, Franca's eyes widened in curiosity as he looked at the ragged inhabitants of the street, who looked almost indistinguishable from beggars. There weren't even any planned houses in sight, and people huddled in the dilapidated ruins, shielded from the cold of the wasteland by the flames rising from the oil drums. And other than that, they seem to be indifferent to everything.

"There's nothing strange about that."

Elouca was clearly more familiar with these small congregations than Franca. I saw her carrying a laser rifle in one hand, and at the same time glanced at the half-dead inhabitants of the gathering place in front of her.

"People in many places are like this, they are better off alive than dead, but they don't want to die......... So leave your life to fate to control, like this, being able to live one day at a time, and die if you can't live, in fact, it's not a big deal. ”

"I see."

Hearing Eluka's explanation, Franke nodded. Although the demon uses the form of information and intelligence, it does not mean that the demon society has human values and moral values. She had only asked the question out of curiosity, but after getting the answer from Eluka, Franka clearly didn't care what happened to them.

In fact, Fallon didn't care.

Although Faeron said that he wanted to come here to have some fun, the most fundamental reason was that they needed supplies. Harmony is connected to the energy network, so you don't have to worry about energy, and if you have water, you can also find a water source for replenishment. But the food is different, the Harmony does not have a pocket space that can hold one or two hundred acres of land, so in terms of food, it still needs to be replenished through the gathering place. After all, in this era, each gathering place has more or less built its own greenhouse to grow some crops such as potatoes or corn that can easily survive. Of course, crops that lack sunlight are not comparable to those before the disaster, but in terms of food consumption, there is not much difference.

"Hurry up and get these things out of the way, and then go back! This place is really uncomfortable! (To be continued.) )