The lab, located in the deepest part of the Tower of Babel, looks a lot like a psychiatric hospital, or as many believe, a full-fledged psychiatric hospital, filled with lunatics in gray uniforms. 【Book by】

Catherine was guided by a "madman" in a gray uniform on a comfortable and soft chair (it resembled a dental chair), she had taken off her coat and trousers before entering the room, and she had only a thin shirt that only covered the base of her thighs, and the sensitive touch of the Adeptus told her that there was more beneath the leather and sponge—like metal probes and cables.

"Take it easy," a voice said, "you can close your eyes, it's okay." ”

Catherine moved, the leather on the chair was real goatskin, and it was in close and cold contact with the skin of her thighs: "I'm all right." She said.

"Then let's talk about it," the voice said, "be as detailed as possible." ”

The light in the room was not strong, it was soft, even a little dim, but Catherine closed her eyes anyway: "The whole monastery fell into the river with the broken rock formations, and I could find very little ......"

Just two months ago, the government handed the agency a pile of tiny pieces of metal, hoping that they could find something useful out of it - there was a middle-aged woman in the agency, very good at restoring broken and shattered things to their original state, at first she foolishly used her power on worn heels, children's punctured basketballs, and her husband's classic car, and by extreme chance, the agency's spies found her, and after involuntary testing, she became a member of the agency and agreed to be "guardianship" as a reward, The agency gave her 3,000 yuan a month, and every time she needed her to contribute, she could also get a bonus of 1,000 yuan.

She didn't know what she had restored—treasures of great value. Maybe there are still one or two lives on it, or she can guess it, but she's not greedy.

The agency restored the storage element, which was the size of a fingernail, before returning it to the government. They managed to spy on what's inside. Hey, to be the leader, it's another Pandora's box, and it's full of poisonous insects, and there's no hope - it's none other than "Samael", the mad traitor's organization of paranormal people.

"Can't he just go on with his work in peace?" One of the agency's members yelled in exasperation.

"He's doing it," said another commissioner, "and Samael snatched our reserves last Friday." ”

He was glared at by several people.

"We must deal with this matter carefully," said the third man, "and by following the branches you will find the roots, and Samael is a rotten fruit." But none of us can deny that it grows from us...... God forbid, the names of the Aliens are almost equal to criminals, and I don't want to have even the slightest relationship with the horror Zhuyi. ”

"So what do we do?"

"Let's work with the government to figure everything out," the man said, "and then we'll think about anything else." ”

So. In addition to the chip, Catherine appeared in front of the government workers. The government negotiated a deal with the agencies, and they also wanted the help of the supernatural, and the searchers stopped the fine nets in the lower reaches of the river as if they were fishing for sand, and they scooped up countless pieces of rubble, metal and wood. Plants and half-dead ticks—the pile of debris was one of the few slightly valuable clues they had found, found in a flattened drawer, and the metal wall that Beelzebub and Sasha had seen obscuring the emergency evacuation corridor, twisted as if it had been chewed up but corrected. It can still be seen from the spray painting above that it is a picture of Abraham's sacrifice, and when Abraham was about to sacrifice his son Isaac to God, it was the angel Samael who stopped him and placed a lamb on the altar in his place.

But in the end, it was the chip that nailed "Samael" to the judgment table.

The top brass of the establishment also discussed whether or not to erase the chip from it. Or break it up again and tell the government that there's nothing they can do — the boss and Catherine say that his brother is one of the decision-makers, so he knows a little more than anyone else — and luckily, they eventually decide to return the restored chips, because those people aren't sure if the government will have more chips, and if one of them is readable, then the lying "agency" is likely to be considered to be in the same boat as Samael.

"As far as we know," the voice said, "your little nephew is there too." ”

Catherine's fingers couldn't help but grab the arm of the chair: "He is a victim," she replied in a voice as steady as she could: "With him were three children and an adult, and he fell." ”

"Four children, three of whom are paranormals."

"Beelzebub is my nephew's friend," Catherine replied without hesitation, "Lila is Hopkins' prisoner—she's tasked with protecting my nephew." ”

"Anthony. Hopkins knows about Sasha. Will Hopkins be in danger? ”

"No," Catherine clenched her fist on the armrest, "he didn't know, he only let Lila go because...... Because there is a treasure in the team. Douglas. Boa. Douglas is also a paranormal, and his relationship with my nephew ...... Not so good. ”

"It's all the same," said the voice, "and we've done a little bit of research, but it's strange that you love your nephew very much?" ”

"Of course."

"But you're with Bao'er. Douglas dating? ”

***

Stefan woke up.

He lived in the room closest to the saint Jared, a privilege that had previously belonged to. Strong Jacob, Stefan didn't care about it, he could live anywhere, but Jared wanted him to live close to him, preferably by his side, at his feet, so that he could be sent and used whenever and wherever he wanted. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't control Stefan, or the power inside him, he would have done it.

The sky was still blue, and Stepan knelt down and prayed to the omnipresent Lord, then took off his burlap tunic and bare his body, and took up the bitter whip that hung under the icon.

It was a glory that belonged to him alone, but it was impossible for him to continue today.

Elder Josiah knocked on his door, and he eagerly conveyed the words of the saint Jared, who asked Stephen to come to his room immediately.

The door of Saint Jared's room was open, and the elders crowded in the doorway, no one daring to enter, and an unimaginable stench came from inside.

The stench reminded Elder Josiah of his mother, who liked to experiment with new ways of cooking—once she learned from a Chinese that she soaked radish strips in vinegar, and the sour radish strips were so good that she used her imagination to soak more in vinegar. Among them was a jar of fresh sea fish, which she had soaked for three months, and when the jar was finally opened in the warm and humid summer, he smelled it.

(To be continued)

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Sorry, there were too many deletions when modifying...... The double shift will be postponed until tomorrow.

((One second to remember)