On the second floor of the basement of the Eternal Coffin, there are two facilities.

The first is the morgue, which is frequented by Hannibal and Shirley because new corpses are produced every day, and why do they always come to visit...... Because experiments always require materials, and besides, you can't go without food, right?

In addition to the morgue, another facility is a [equipment studio].

Its owner is John Brown. Kramer.

Oh, maybe this name hasn't appeared for a long time, and everyone has forgotten it, so let's use his pronoun - [jigsaw].

This facility is filled with all kinds of materials, countless crafting tools, some that you can read, and many more that you simply can't...... Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't read it, anyway, under normal circumstances, no one will come here, because jigsaws don't like to be disturbed......

And today, the door of the studio was unusually pushed open by another person besides the jigsaw, and this person was Ziliang.

Because it was the first time to enter here, Ziliang was slightly stunned by the scene in front of him, because from the outside, the space is very small, but when he enters the inside, it is a huge space beyond the scope of physics, those huge machines more than ten meters high are roaring side by side, some incomprehensible stoves in the distance are refining something, and the sound of steel intertwining rings in his ears from time to time, well, this is not a studio at all, but a factory.

"Uh...... You're bigger than you think. Ziliang muttered.

"If I were you, I'd put out the cigarette, many of the materials here can't be heated, and your soot is likely to blow up this place." Between the machines, there was the sound of jigsaws, and Ziliang looked at the cigarette he had just smoked, so he could only throw him on the ground and trample on it.

At this moment, the jigsaw also came out of a corner, and it was dressed in a long robe that looked like a robe, and its face was still a little pale in this slightly dim light.

"What's the matter?" Jigsaw asked lightly.

Ziliang scratched his hair: "Huh...... As you should know, we are now being chased by the cosmic consciousness, and in order to survive the next encounter with the cosmic consciousness, we must become stronger. ”

Jigsaw nodded: "I know, so what?" Do you need any props? ”

"Of course we need props or something." Ziliang responded: "But...... That's not what I'm here for. ”

"What's that?"

"Well, you know, I'm looking for a chance for everyone to grow right now, and now, everyone else has found their own plane of evolution, and this time, it's your turn."

The jigsaw was silent for a moment...... Then he shook his head: "I don't need to, I'm not a combatant, and I'm not going to leave the Immortal Coffin, so...... If you want to improve my abilities, it doesn't have much to do with my personal enhancement, if you want to make me stronger, why don't you go and find me more materials to make props. ”

Ziliang nodded: "Yes, of course I know this, but ...... This plane is a bit special. Ziliang's face was a little embarrassed and said: "In short, if you can pass the test of this plane, then you can realize a wish......

"A wish?"

"Yes, one wish, almost anything."

Jigsaw raised his head slightly and looked into Ziliang's eyes: "Hehe, this temptation is not small, but according to my understanding of you, you should go to this kind of good thing yourself." ”

Ziliang shrugged helplessly: "That being said, however, the wishes that can be realized in this plane must be within the ability of the master of this plane, and the wishes I want to realize are too much beyond his ability...... But the main reason is that there is a little misunderstanding between me and him, so I don't want to show my face, and besides, you'd better not mention me in front of him. ”

When the jigsaw heard this, he naturally captured the meaning of Ziliang's words: "It sounds ...... Are you familiar with the master of this plane? ”

Ziliang's kidney deficiency face drooped even harder: "Yes, although I don't want to admit it, we are indeed quite familiar." ”

Jigsaw said lightly: "Okay, then in that case, let's give this opportunity to Shirley, compared to you aggressive young people, I just want to stay here and fiddle with these parts." ”

Unexpectedly, Ziliang shook his head again: "I actually want to too, but Shirley's existence is too special, because she is not a sin fragment, the sin fragment is a G virus, and Shirley is just its carrier, so she herself cannot realize her desire to let the G virus evolve, and her enhancement can only wait for an opportunity."

And, from what I know about that bastard guy, you are the most suitable person to pass his test, so...... This time I decided, let you on. ”

Jigsaw looked at Ziliang and ...... after a while "Okay. He finally agreed.

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No matter what plane you are in, the rain at dusk always has a lot in common, such as cold, long, and annoying.

However, people who do bar business like this kind of weather very much, because many people do not have the habit of carrying umbrellas when they go out in the morning, so when it rains, many people will choose to take shelter here, which can also make the beer that is not usually sold a little marketable.

Sure enough, the door to the bar was pushed open again...... This time he walked in a man of about 60 years old, wrapped in a thick windbreaker, and he could still see that his body was a little thin, and he didn't know if it was because it was cold outside, or because he was not in good health, in short, his face looked much paler than normal, and his eyelids were glowing with a strange red.

He sat down at the bar......

"Hey, it's such a cold day, you need a drink." Behind the bar, the bartender was speaking to a man next to the old man.

The old man patted the rain on his body: "Please give me a glass of hot milk." ”

Maybe it was because there was no hot milk in the bar, or maybe it was because the milk didn't make money, so the bartender didn't want to deal with the old man, in short, the bartender's eyes didn't stay on the old man's body for a second, and then turned to a person on the other side of him: "Hey, brother, do you want a drink?" ”

In the face of this ignorance, the old man didn't care in the slightest, he just shivered, squeezed the cold air out of his body a little, and then took out a black invitation card from his pocket, which was written in white font.

【Do you want to make your wish come true?】

【6 p.m.】

【Chelse Avenue Bus Stop】

【We are waiting for you on time】

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