When Zeng Yangde wanted to put the petri dish back in place, he found that there was a white crystal inside, which looked like some kind of spiritual medicine.

Zeng Yangde put this crystal in his pocket, went to test it, and he could know what it was! He hurried to the office, called the school, and was relieved to learn that his daughter was already at the school.

What the hell is this guy trying to do?

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Turce drove his tricycle towards a sewer management station south of Extinction City, where he checked every weekend for the entrances, old machinery, and any blockages in the drains.

If he had, he would immediately need to report it to the Extinct City Authority, and then have the city government send someone to clean it up.

Due to the poor survival and safety environment in the flea area, coupled with some strange things happening in the sewer area, the sewer is seriously clogged for a variety of reasons.

In recent times, these things have been happening a little more frequently, which has scared Tours, and he reminds himself that he only needs to look around the sewer entrance for a while, and then leave this place that feels terrifying.

He parked the tricycle and walked towards the small cabin where the sewer entrance was, the outer layer of the cabin looked quite dirty because no one had cleaned it for a long time, and the glass on the two wooden windows was covered with a thick layer of dust, and when he gently wiped it with his hand, the whole finger turned black.

He wiped his hand on the thick coat he was wearing, and then gently pushed the door open, and everything in the wooden house was still the same, whether it was the entrance, the table next to the entrance, and the tools hanging on the walls.

He stood at the entrance, stretched out his hand and pulled up the wooden plank that covered the entrance, and as he was about to enter, he noticed footprints around the entrance, which were quite obvious in such a place where dust had accumulated.

"Someone coming here?" Tours was a little puzzled, because few people would come here except for the people of the flea district, and the poor people of the flea district would not have walked so far to get here, and the flea district also had several entrances into the sewers.

When he looked curiously left and right, he also noticed that there were a few missing tools hanging on the wall, and someone had obviously taken them. What struck him even more was that the tools he had taken seemed to have been drilled, and could only be used when they had entered deep into the sewers, or by making holes in the walls.

Who went inside? Looking at the wall with a puzzled expression, Turce bent down, lifted the plank, set it up, and made his way down the steps.

The wind was blowing from the sewers upwards towards Tours, and he felt a chill down his spine, and he wore a helmet with a light on his head, and then put on and put on his protective hood, and at the same time hung a few tools on his body, and walked towards the sewer.

The further down he went, the rancid stench of the sewer grew stronger, and the smell made his nose sour despite the protective hood.

The job was a bit boring for him, and Tours turned his head and tried to breathe as little as he could, this place was so hard to stay in that if it weren't for the higher salary, I would have quit a long time ago.

He frowned in disgust, went down to the last step, and looked around, in this sewer that ran through the city, the internal structure was as complex as a giant labyrinth, and without basic drawings, he would definitely get lost in it, or die in it.

Tours circled around several times and never dared to go too far, and although he was in charge of patrolling the entire sewers, the deep part of the sewers could only be done by waiting for a professional cleaning team to come and bring professional tools.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice instantly made his whole pore stand up.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of a knock and a drill echoed throughout the sewers.

What's going on? Is there anyone in the construction? It's impossible, because of the epidemic, the construction team has all stopped, and only wait for the notice of the city government to start.

Thurs' heart beat suddenly, he had worked so long and never heard these sounds in the sewers,

Could it be that this sound has something to do with the mutilated case where a lot of bones appeared in large numbers in one place and were gnawed?

At that time, the guards and the people of the bureau wanted to intervene in the investigation, but because the crime occurred in the sewer, ordinary people could not stand the smell of this place, and it was full of sewage and bacteria, so they had to give up.

Turce gritted his teeth, he wanted to leave the sewers as if he hadn't heard anything, but he couldn't think about it, if something went wrong or something else inside, he was responsible.

He could only bite the bullet and follow the direction from which the voice came.

Tours walked cautiously on the sewer channel, the sewage next to it continued to flow in a certain direction, the further he went, the louder the sound became, he thought to himself, he should get closer and closer, which also made his heart more and more panicked, could it be that the person who made the sound was the one who took the tools,

Why come here in the sewers here? What is this man trying to do?

Seeing the lights flickering ahead, Turce glanced around, immediately turned off his flashlight, and then hid around a bend and looked into the wide clearing in front of him, where someone was tapping on the top slab with something on it.

He hid in the darkness and looked at the light source, which was inlaid with iron bars that climbed upwards in the walls.

A man with only a back is on top, with tools hanging on his body, and he doesn't know what to do on the top?

He leaned forward, and accidentally kicked a stone on the sole of his foot.

Turce felt the light of the flashlight hover over for a moment, then went out at once, and now it was only the darkness that was really inside.

Then someone climbed down the iron bar from above.

Suddenly, the sound stopped, and Tours knew that the man must have reached the ground, and he was leaning against the wall of the passage, the wind shuttling through the sewers, making that kind of howling sound that made people feel fear and despair, and the darkness had been hanging around him, like iron chains, making his movements very slow.