Such a cute and lovely girl has a heart that treats human life like a mustard, what causes Nelly's distorted personality?

Wang Hong shook his head, trying not to think about it, he wanted to find Nelly, Nelly and Zhenzhi were the people he was most familiar with in Japan, although there was an element of spying on him, but after all, Nelly and Zhenzhi took care of him, he was very grateful to Nelly and Zhenzhi, Nelly's indifference to life can be slowly corrected in the future, and he doesn't want Nelly to have an accident now.

"Nelly!" Wang Hong was anxious, Nelly's headset was turned off, and Zhenzhi was still supervising the construction of "interactive" machinery in the machinery department, and Wang Hong couldn't contact the two.

"Have you ever met Nelly?" Have you ever seen Nelly?" Say it!"

The researchers in the corridor were panicked, good things didn't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and everyone was warning each other not to provoke Wang Hong, the Great Demon King, they would die. What's more, now Wang Hong is worried about Nelly's safety, his eyes are full of bloodshots, and because the researchers here can't understand his words, he is in a hurry, his temples are bursting out, and the blue tendons on his forehead and neck are jumping all over the green fangs, which frightened the researchers in the corridor.

Wang Hong took a deep breath, calmed down a little, let go of the researcher in front of him, and ran to the upper dormitory area, Nelly's dormitory, the word "Nelly" was written in Chinese characters on the sticky note posted on the door, and Wang Hong entered the password that Nelly had given him before.

The door is open, no one is there, the white wall is plastered with photos of himself and himself and Nelly, there is a small pink bed against the wall opposite the door, the neat pink quilt has a white rabbit pattern, and a simple beige table is placed on the side, a stool, and a white notebook on the table.

Wang Hong was in a hurry, withdrew, closed the door, and shouted as he ran: "Nelly! Where are you? "During working hours, there are not many people in the dormitory, and a small number of people who are looking for voices do not understand the language with Wang Hong, so they can't provide much help, some people ask Wang Hong in English, but Wang Hong's English is too poor, and after a cursory exchange, he can only say that he can't help.

I don't know how long I've been running aimlessly, and I don't know where I've been. There are fewer and fewer people around, and gradually no one comes to take the initiative to help Wang Hong, Wang Hong's authority in the "Tengu" research institute is very high, so there is no staff to stop Wang Hong from running around, Wang Hong's voice is hoarse, and he feels very tired.

The sensor light in the corridor has dimmed, it should be the old lamp that has not had time to be replaced, there are several iron doors on the walls of the corridor, and the door is locked, and the lock is full of dust, Wang Hong doesn't know where he has arrived in the institute,

Suddenly, without the help of Nelly and Zhenzhi, without the translation of Nelly and Zhenzhi's language, Wang Hong felt very strange and scared of this place, this place was incompatible with him, even if someone came to scold him, Wang Hong felt scared, at this time, his fear for his own safety outweighed his concern for Nelly.

"Woo~" A faint cry floated in. Wang Honghan Mao Zhuo turned around and ran away.

Away from the old area, the lights gradually turned on, and the fear gradually disappeared, Wang Hong slowly stopped, thinking to himself, this cry may be Nelly's voice, if not Nelly's voice, it may be the voice of something I don't know. The curiosity of the unknown overpowered Wang Hong's fear, and Wang Hong turned around and returned.

The light was still dim, Wang Hong concentrated and listened quietly, "woo~" faintly cried, although Wang Hong was mentally prepared, he was still scared and his scalp was numb.

Tensing his muscles and lowering his posture, Wang Hong groped around himself, looking for weapons or weapon substitutes, an identity card of "Deputy Director of 'Tengu'", a few tissues, and nothing else. Wang Hong gritted his teeth, pulled out his trouser belt, shook it a few times, and felt very satisfied, and then took the belt in his left hand and touched it vigilantly in the direction of the sound.

The sound disappeared, Wang Hong stopped in front of a wooden door, and a wooden door suddenly appeared at the end of the steel corridor, and the sign hanging on the withered yellow door had several Japanese characters written on it, Wang Hong could only recognize one of the Chinese characters "roll", and the others did not know, and there was a big lock hanging on the door.

The voice disappeared here, and Wang Hong felt that there must be something strange in this room! I want to go in and find out, but I don't have the key.

"No matter, let's dismantle it violently, anyway, Sumitomo Hiroshi has a request for labor and management, and he won't do anything to me if he demolishes him!"

Just do it, Wang Hong stepped back a distance, lifted his pants, and then accelerated to run, jumped up at the door, and hit the wooden door with his fit.

“Duang!”“ Click!"" Yes! ”

Wang Hong and the wooden door screamed together, Wang Hong was bounced into the corridor, hit and fell, both shoulders hurt, the center of the wooden door was hit and collapsed into the room, there was light inside, it should be the sensor light inside was activated.

Wang Hong stood up, clenched the belt of his trousers, and kicked the debris of the wooden door to open an irregular hole, through the big hole, through the light inside, Wang Hong saw that there were many bookshelves neatly standing inside, and there were many bulging file bags on the shelves, Wang Hong walked through the big hole, kicked off the broken wood at his feet, and looked around.

"Well, it's supposed to be an archive."

Cement floors, steel bookshelves, incandescent tubes.

"Well, it's supposed to be an archive from the past."

The archive room was not large, Wang Hong carefully searched a few times, there was no one else, and there were no other people's footprints on the dust on the ground, so Wang Hong began to shift his attention to the file.

Wang Hong didn't know the Japanese on the file bag, opened a few, and there were stacks of yellowed paper inside Wang Hong had a headache, none of them could understand, and after dismantling, he put it back and put it back in place, and continued to walk deep into the archives, opening a volume every few lines, still I don't know, but some file bags will have photos in them, some are black and white, and some are color, Wang Hong carefully compared the photos, recalling the plan of Sumitomo Hironobu and himself about the "super samurai" of the Japanese military department.

"This is the file of the previous Japanese 'Super Soldier' program!" Wang Hong was a little excited, took out all the photos in the nearby file bag, took out a roll of file bag and put it on the dust on the ground, and then sat on it and looked at the photos carefully.

Seeing the doctor's surgery process of replacing the bones of the "Iron Samurai" in the photo, Wang Hong shook his head with a sneer: "You want to complete the bone replacement with such a simple surgical equipment?" Pipe dream. ”

Seeing the sluggish "Potion Samurai" in the photo, Wang Hong sneered: "This is also worthy of being called a 'super soldier'?"

Seeing the test subject in the photo who was woken up in the middle of the experiment due to insufficient anesthetic dose, Wang Hong frowned: "These Japanese doctors are too cruel to their own people, and they are reluctant to give enough anesthetics." ”

Seeing the photo of the Japanese doctor sawing half of the thigh of the experimental subject with an ordinary saw, Wang Hong was a little incredible.

"There's no anesthetic at all! It's not a experiment at all! The Japanese are really perverted! Wang Hong sighed.

After reading the photos, he stuffed a stack of photos into the lining pocket of his jacket, got up, picked up the file bag under his buttocks, glanced at it, and was about to put it back, but immediately withdrew his hand and looked at the words on the bag, most of these words, most of which he knew - "China * Manchukuo, 731 * volume *".