"Even if we could," said Beelzebub calmly, "we can't go up either—do you hear that?" The sound of stones tumbling and shattering, as well as the sound of gunfire, the Baptistery is still very dangerous. Charlie, your dad didn't let you die when he threw you to us. ”

Charlie craned his chin and listened desperately, but he was just an ordinary person, not a paranormal like Beelzebub, Sasha and Lila, he could only hear a whining sound that seemed to come from far away, and he didn't know if it was really Beelzebub's words, or if it was echoing in his ears, and his brown eyes rolled blankly.

Reason told him that Beelzebub was probably right, but feelings did not allow him to give up easily, but the cruelest and sharpest thing was his body—his strength was almost exhausted when he pushed the heavy baptismal font, and when he was "led" here by Lila, the excessive fear and nervousness consumed the last of his energy, and he lay limp on the ground, unable to even move a finger.

"So," said "Billy," said "Billy," who had been taking regular deep breaths to reduce the effect of the pain on him, "we...... What now? "The pain is still going on, and thankfully, he's getting used to it.

"Let's see if there are any other exits here." Sasha said, "I'll carry Charlie, Beelzebub and you'll be in charge of Billy." ”

"What do you think this will be?"

Beelzebub held out his hand to Billy, sideways his back.

"Cemetery." "Many monasteries dig basements to preserve the sarcophagi of successive abbots and dignitaries. But I really didn't expect this monastery to have one, and it's quite a size. ”

"How?"

"Because the monastery is built on stone," said Sasha, "don't be fooled by the olive groves and the fields of flowers, in fact, you can guess if you can stand far away and make a slight comparison of the whole terrain," said Sasha, "and the place where the monastery rests is a protruding rock, like a tongue sticking out." The tongue is connected to the mountains, so that dirt and water can be deposited close to the base of the tongue, which is why they can pump water on the shallow surface, but the bottom of the monastery is definitely stone. ”

"The head of the regiment says that this monastery has been in existence for seven hundred and fifty years." Beelzebub asked, "How did they do it?" "There weren't hydraulic rock drills back then.

"With piety." Sasha said, and he stopped.

They met the first gate.

Beelzebub went up and pushed, and the door opened, and it was a very ordinary metal door, sprayed with the same white paint as the metal top.

Once inside, it was still a hallway, and a door, and a door, and a door, and a hallway—and they finally saw the rooms on either side of the corridor, the white rooms, inlaid with clear glass above the waist, like the observation rooms used in police stations and hospitals. The lights in the room and in the hallway were on, the lights in the hallway were brighter, and the boys' faces were reflected in the glass.

"What is this?" It looks like a typical deli cabinet in a supermarket, except for a large, square-shaped head with two rubber gloves attached to one side of the glass.

"Biological safety cabinet."

It looks like two miniature front-loading washing machines connected together after they have been turned upside down.

"Fully automated microbial analyzer."

Rice cooker?

"Small centrifuges."

Cash register?

"Thermomixer."

Sewing machine?

"Brain stereotaxic system."

Microplate reader. Pipettes, dry heaters, electronic pipettes, electroporation fusion systems, microtomes, thermomixers, tissue homogenizers. Vortex machines, autoclaves – where do you get all this stuff?

"The biology lab," Sasha said, "but I'm not sure if it's level II or tertiary, it's very rudimentary in some places, and it's delicate in others." ”

"All the people inside are gone?"

"Gone." Sasha said: "Probably as early as the first time the mercenaries entered the baptistery, they began to withdraw. "Everything was sorted out. They walk in their stride, or from a very early age, they're ready to leave at any time – equipment is available everywhere, and all they need to carry is a chip that fits in their shirt pocket.

"Are we going to keep going?"

Sasha hesitated for a moment, "Put Charlie and 'Billy' here, and we'll go and see." ”

They didn't open a single room. The fresh air, the air conditioning was still working, and it was warm in the hallway, Beelzebub put down "Billy" and Sasha touched his neck, the temperature almost burned his hands, and he wondered if Lila's brain had been burned. He held Billy's hand and managed to retrieve a happy memory, which was not easy, all of Lila's happy memories were before the age of five, and the child's memories were always vivid and vague - too little, but "Billy", "Lulu", and "Marianne" told Sasha that it was enough, that they didn't need more power for the time being—even if the Alien's body was burned to black carbon, it would still be able to heal completely over time—and once the personality woke up, their entire life would be destroyed by her.

Charlie was silent all the way, "That's what those people want," he said suddenly, "I'm waiting for you here," he pleaded calmly, "but please tell me what it is." ”

Sasha didn't know how to answer, the reason why he wanted to continue walking inside with Beelzebub was because of this, they couldn't be caught in a daze, almost killed, and then escape in a daze - they had to be careful that there would be after-effects of the whole thing, and in addition, the revenge of the people of Poseidon Island also needed to find a real culprit.

But Charlie is an ordinary person.

"We'll tell you." Beelzebub promised.

Charlie nodded, his eyes filled with tears.

Now there were only two people walking forward, the door, the hallway, the door, the hallway, the door, the last door, and the vision ahead suddenly opened up.

The first thing you see is the lights, soft, even gloomy, red, blue, and purple lights, mounted against the top of the aluminum alloy of the glass box, one after the other, spaced more than a foot apart, and the whole space is illuminated by them.

The glass box, which was waist-high as an adult's waist, was enclosed, and inside was a pile of black, moist dirt with lush grass growing on top of it, which Sasha found to be very similar to the mountain grass they had seen along the way. There are various lines connected to the front and back of the box, and it is difficult to tell what they are used for at once.

Beelzebub tried, and the lid of the glass box could be opened.

"Could it be that overnight, the earth's resources are so scarce?" Beelzebub muttered in surprise: "They used mercenaries!" ”

"If you really cherish it to that extent," Sasha said, "what should the sheep say?" The last sheep in the world? ”

He pointed to a glass box, and in the fuchsia light, a lamb that looked like it had been smeared with dye was comfortably nibbling on a clump of grass.

A breeze blew through one of the pipes connected to the glass box, stirring the delicate curls on its body.

“…… I think I know what they're doing here," Sasha said.

Beelzebub followed his line of sight, and the wind stopped, but soon it blew again, and the curls rose, and the pink skin of the lamb was stung with dense gray-white worms.

Ticks.

(To be continued)