Chegalle. Bisandi woke up, and he quickly returned to his human form, and the toxins and flames didn't seem to have any bad effect on him, except for a large chunk of his hair.

"How many?" He asked.

Headless and brainless, but Dr. Hopkins immediately understood what he meant, "Five." "Anthony. "Luckily, only one of them was from Poseidon Island, and the others were outsiders," Hopkins said. "That is to say, there are no people from Poseidon Island:" the other two obediently stayed in their rooms, "the top floor belongs to the two children of Beelzebub and Sasha, and there are two subordinates who are responsible for them, so they live on the same floor as them, and when Chegal gets out of control, his meat all goes down, maybe because there is more food downstairs?" I don't know. Old Andreana answered the phone in their room as soon as possible - they obeyed her orders and didn't step out of the room, the third floor was Chegalle's private territory, the second floor was inhabited by old Andreana and Hopkins, and the middle-aged woman who was only hearing, and the first floor was Chegalle's guards, most of whom were from Poseidon Island, and some of them were strangers that Chegalle had recruited from all over the world in recent years, their abilities were strange but useful.

"There's no way for ordinary people to escape on their own," Hopkins said, "but they're surrounded by paranormal people." "A paranormal is able to solidify entities, and he solidifies Chegalle's flesh as it tries to sneak through keyholes and cracks in doors; There is also a paranormal who can fly, and he is suspended outside the room with two people in the same suite, out of reach; And so on and so on - the problem is that not everyone, including the Adept, can get away with it, and one Adequateness drinks too much alcohol. By the time the flesh wrapped him up like a blanket and secreted digestive juices, it was too late for him to do anything; A paranormal who had turned into a large octopus was shot and killed by a panicked cohabitant in the middle of the darkness; And our ballet dancer, who has a good tongue that will send you to heaven, but the meat doesn't care about a few more holes. He had to escape on his own, unable to take the others with him.

"Did the kids guess it was me?"

"You're talking about Poseidon Island," Anthony said. Hopkins nodded steadily, "Yes, they guessed that there was a kid who watched his friend being swallowed, so he was a little emotionally unstable. "Old Andreana wanted to kill him. Stopped by the doctors.

They can push everything on the attack of a hostile family, but they can't do much more - Mayare. Bisandi has been dead for more than ten years, but people still remember what he left behind - Chegalle. Bisandi is a man-eating demon.

"It's okay," Chegalle said with a tired expression, "I can trust you, isn't it." My old friend? ”

"Of course." The doctor stood up, "It will only take a few minutes." ”

Anthony. Hopkins walked out, and old Andreana walked in, and she took another with her.

He was still short, his back was a little habitually hunched, his skin was much fairer than before, and the biggest change was his face. The cosmetic surgeon raised his nose and forehead, widened the corners of his eyes, and thinned his lips and jawbone. He looked like an ordinary boy from the West Continent now. After two years of training, the Thani boy has been recognized as a good hammer with a small and hard one - he has been officially "working" for less than half a year, to Chegar. Bisandi has erased a lot of stains and troubles, and who would be wary of an unarmed boy.

His fists are so heavy that he can kill a strong man in a minute, and his movements are as agile as a wild ape.

But old Andreana brought him for another use of his own.

"Look at Don," she said, "tell me." What do you see? ”

Chegalle gave her a helpless look.

The boy stood there, right to his fist. Looking east and west, it seems that he is very reluctant to do this. After a long pause, he reluctantly muttered, in a low, muffled voice.

"What?" Old Andreana wrinkled her eyebrows.

"I don't understand," said him bluntly, he barely spoke Western Continent before he was taken into custody by Chegar, and he didn't learn much in two years, after all, he didn't use his tongue but his fists, "he was very bright, but he had a lot of black spots." "The black dots that were connected into the line, this man, it was like someone who had been cut into countless pieces, he had never seen anything like this before.

Old Andreana sent the boy out, and she didn't tell him much, but he was a taciturn child, and he knew what to say and what not to say.

The other fist was on the other again, and he knew he had just seen something terrible.

Old Andreana closed the door and turned to face Chegar. Bissandi: "Let Beelzebub come back." ”

"Nope." Chegalle. Bissan said.

***

Brian. DuPont flipped through the papers in his hand, and it was Sasha. Hopkins turned in the homework. Brian had seen three copies of this before, one of which he had made himself, and the other two had been made by freshmen.

Hopkins's score of 4.5 or more, perhaps because his father is a psychopathologist, the report is accompanied by a psychoanalysis report of the owners and main persons in charge of various restaurants, supermarkets, and food outlets, for a simple example, when he introduced a fish and french fry stand, he specifically pointed out that the owner of the stall is an impatient, stubborn bastard, although his chips and fish are fluffy and delicious, but if you don't make it clear out loud before ordering the main food that you absolutely don't want hot sauce, he will preemptively pour his proud special hot sauce on those golden little things, instead of normal ketchup, and those special hot sauces are salty and smelly.

Someone was adamant not to pour fish and chips with a special hot sauce, and the result was a quarrel or even a fight, and although the fight occurred only once and the police did not record it, Hopkins picked up the students' complaints on the forum.

Even in the same restaurant, there will be some waiters who are noisy little kids/gays/people of color, and others are the opposite, but if you don't want to be depressed, it's better not to bring your younger siblings (if they're really naughty), your gay and dark-skinned friends to dine there – and if you do, you'll have to endure the cramped spots, the dimest lighting, the slowest delivery, the least service, Or there are waiters who often disappear without a trace for no apparent reason.

"Those restaurants will protest against us for smitigating them as racist." Brian said.

"They welcome quiet and polite traditional customers to come and dine." "I don't seem to be saying anything wrong." ”

"Words are so mysterious," said Brian. DuPont smiled and said, "Well, I'll admit it's an excellent report." Blessed are this year's freshmen, do you want anything else besides the agreed reward? ”

"What's there?"

"Visiting card of the laboratory of the medical school." Brian said, pulling open the drawer, "I think you'll like it." ”

(To be continued) (To be continued)