The corridors of the nineteenth building of the West Garden Square apartment are still quiet.

Chen Feng looked at the time display on the mechanical prosthetic, and it was already 23:42.

Coming to the door of room 19 and quietly opening the door, he tiptoed inside. Fortunately, because she left a message for Chen Xiaoli in advance, she didn't disturb her sleep.

After returning to the room, Chen Feng closed the curtains, sat down at the bedside table, and took out the 'memory stick'.

First of all, the personal chip was analyzed, and there was no blocking permission left. It seems that Lame Hao was very satisfied with the way the ring was kept secret, so he didn't put up more obstacles.

Chen Feng stared at this 'memory stick', the fingers of the mechanical prosthetic limb lightly touched and activated, and after it was connected, a holographic light curtain of about 1 meter or more cubic flashed out.

In the picture, two people are sitting on the sofa, smoking cigars and chatting.

The background of the room is bright, so the picture is clear.

Two sitting, one Lucius and the other Broken Kun.

'Was this before Lucius died uncontrollably?' The video that Lame Hao secretly recorded? Chen Feng thought silently, and then watched carefully.

Lucius in the picture looks a little agitated, taking several deep puffs of cigar in succession, and the smoke is thick and intense, making his face a little distorted.

"What? Having trouble with the task of collecting a list of disabilities? If you smoke like this again, beware of cigar poisoning. ”

There was a not-so-loud voice on the screen, very low, a lame voice.

It seems that this is indeed the video recorded secretly by Lame Hao himself. As a recorder, he didn't appear in the picture.

Lucius heard the lame man's ridicule, snorted coldly, and said, "My task is much more important than yours!" Of course, there is a lot of mental pressure! ”

On the other side, Duan Kun said a few times and said, "Of course, Miss Wei's taste, you also taste a lot, hehe......"

Lucius not only didn't move, but turned his head to look at Duan Kun, and said in a strange tone, "How about another appointment?" ”

Duan Kun played his cigar, touched his hair, and sneered: "Complete your task first, there is no credit, where does the sweetness come from." ”

Lucius snorted, then frowned and said:

"It's not a difficult task, anyway, just do your best to collect the disabled people from the surrounding city-states. But there's one request, it's so weird, and it adds a lot of trouble......"

"Oh? How weird, let's hear it, maybe we can help you. Lame Hao asked in a deep voice.

"Collecting 60,000 to 90,000 lists of people with disabilities is more than enough to complete the task, even in Yindu. But Miss Wei has two requests......"

Lucius bit the mouth of his cigar and said with a grumbling voice:

"The first requirement is that either these people with disabilities were born on 'Heaven Day', and the error cannot exceed three days. The second requirement, if the date of birth is not qualified, it depends on the day they are injured by the chip failure, whether it is a heavenly day, and the error cannot exceed three days. ”

"So I have to arrange for people to check if the people on these lists are qualified. It is also necessary to expand the scope and screen people to several surrounding city-states. ”

"Paradise Day, January 10th?" Broken Kun asked.

Lame Hao's voice also said: "What's so difficult about this, everyone's birth, old age, sickness and death are recorded. You just need to sift through it, it's just a little bit more expensive. ”

"It's not as easy as you say!"

Lucius snorted coldly and retorted: "In order to keep it secret and not be seen by anyone who cares about the list, I must try to ensure that there are people with the same value, not too many, to achieve a confused balance." ”

"Then we can't help you, hehe, you are engaged in arms smuggling, doing these is the profession, I am only suitable for killing!" Broken Kun grinned.

The three of them were talking, and suddenly the door opened silently, and Wei Zhifu seemed to have just washed her hair, wiping the water droplets on her hair as she walked out.

The picture immediately went dark and silent, apparently turned off.

Then, after a few seconds of pause, the picture slowly lights up again, and it is another scene.

The room layout in the scene was very familiar to Chen Feng, and after thinking about it, it seemed to be the Violet Suite No. 404 in the building on Taoying Street.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a dignified appearance, sat on the sofa. His ties, watches, and clothes all show the demeanor of the wealthy class.

Wei Zhifu sat opposite the middle-aged man, and the picture only showed her bewitching back, wearing a pure white nightgown. It seems that the lame man who recorded the video is standing behind Wei Zhifu at the moment.

"Miss Wei, I didn't expect to meet here." The middle-aged man said slowly, his eyes looked directly at Wei Zhifu, and the desire that could not be hidden in his eyes could be seen from the picture.

Wei Zhifu smiled lightly and said:

"I am willing to give 30% of the big project of the hospital to your Kumoro company, just according to the agreement between me and your boss. I have only one specific requirement, that is, the foundation design must be carried out according to the coordinates I specified. Otherwise, nothing to talk about. ”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and then said:

"For the specific details of the design, we should refer to the opinions of experts......"

Before she finished speaking, Wei Zhifu interrupted: "Anyone's opinion doesn't matter, it must be done in my way." ”

The middle-aged man touched his mane with some embarrassment, and after groaning, he said, "I need to go back and think about it, after all, this project is ......."

Before she finished speaking, Wei Zhifu suddenly turned her head and said to Lame Hao: "Don't think about it, ...... him"

The screen immediately goes dark, then closes again.

'Kumoro again?' The boss she is talking about is not the president of Kumora? Chen Feng thought to himself.

After a few seconds, the screen lights up again.

But this time, the picture is a little blurry. I don't know if it's because of the recording, or because of the whole atmosphere. It appears bleak and has an eerie feel.

On the roof, a dozen black smoke 'ropes' hang a frightening puppet. It hung upside down, and at every joint, dark pupils appeared, which was creepy.

"You shouldn't have killed the negotiator, even if he was stupid and self-conscious. In some things, he's a good man. The puppet said with a sizzling voice.

Wei Zhifu's voice sneered at the far end:

"I don't like talking to stupid lackeys, and the agreement between you and me doesn't include who shouldn't be killed. I have my own principles, seniors! ”

The murmur of the puppet became more and more chaotic, and said:

"Why do you have to build the hospital your way? As a colleague, you should tell me a little bit of the truth. ”

"The truth is that my principles cannot be denied." Wei Zhifu said with a smile.

The puppet was silent for a moment, then said with a murmur:

"Okay, I agree with your plan. The contract of Kumoro will be signed immediately and you will be given a satisfactory plan. In addition, as a sign of sincerity, I would like to enclose you another piece of good news. ”

"Oh? There is still good news from the predecessors? Hehehe......" Wei Zhifu's laughter looked a little mocking.

The puppet didn't make any moves, but continued:

"Your third seed incubation target is in the community, and I've found it. The coordinates are uploaded to you and I hope you are doing well. ”

As the words ended, the puppet's upside-down form retracted, and its body collapsed, turning into a wriggling cloud of black smoke.

After the black smoke completely disappeared, Wei Zhifu's self-talk came from the dark and gloomy environment, as if she had received a message from the puppet.

"Lame Hao, prepare, maybe it won't be long before we have new members joining the ......"

The picture suddenly cuts off again, completely shutting down.

After a while, the picture was wobbly and somewhat fragmented. Even on the edges, wisps of blood-streaked tentacles were clearly visible, floating in the shadows.

Other than that, there are no characters or scenes, just a mess of nothingness. Suddenly, there was a heavy gasp for lame man, and a deep voice with extreme pain:

"I can't hold it anymore...... I was afraid that one day I would lose consciousness completely...... The power of the Blood Altar is influencing me more and more......"

“...... Qin Xi...... I'm sorry...... My baby...... I probably won't see you anymore...... I'm sorry...... My mistakes are getting bigger and bigger, and my sins are getting deeper and deeper......"

“...... Sorry ......"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the picture was interrupted in pieces.

The light curtain on the 'memory stick' showed that it had flashed and disappeared, and there was no more content, and it was silent.

Chen Feng stared at the 'memory stick' on the table silently, reciting what he saw over and over again in his mind, imprinting it deeply.

Then, he picked up the 'memory stick', gently opened the door, and stepped into the kitchen.

The 'memory stick' is fed into the smart grinder, and in silent mode, it is quickly crushed to slag.

All the slag was poured into the sink by Chen Feng, and then flushed into the sewer.

After the inspection, Chen Feng returned to the room, took out a pen and paper, and began to analyze the 'secret' of this scene he saw.

On the white paper, it was written: 'Wei Zhifu', 'List of the Handicapped', 'Hospital', 'Kumora Company', 'Hanging Puppet', and last one, 'Blood Altar'.