In total, they found three lambs, five piglets, and a dying calf, whose feet were broken to prevent it from struggling to break the glass box, twisted to an unbelievable angle, wet, gasping for breath, and full of fat, dark red ticks among its fine yellow hairs.

"They don't raise grass," Beelzebub said, "it's ticks." ”

There were only low-wattage fuchsia lights, but it wouldn't be difficult for them to see the sesame-seed-thin, non-blood-sucking ticks clinging to blades of grass and stems, as well as smaller tick larvae.

But what do they do with ticks?

"I thought of a possibility." Sasha said, his expression grim and stiff: "My father once showed me copies of several documents — the archives that were supposed to be in the National Archives were empty, even though they were well preserved. ”

Beelzebub listened attentively.

"There's a sentence in it: 'We should conduct organized, large-scale chemical and biological weapons experimentation programs in which all interested institutions can participate.'" ”

"The history of ticks goes back to Biblical times, and there have been more than one saint and a saint, a bishop and a king, and countless knights and farmers who have been bitten by a tick, but there has never been a case of death from a tick bite in history – tick disease appeared three hundred years ago, and no one has died because of it, since when did ticks become one of the killers of humans?" The earliest case that can be traced back to 70 years ago was not one, nor two, but a massive outbreak in a small town, Lemi, which infected sixty-nine adults and twenty-two children, of which thirteen adults and nine children died, and the rest had to fight the after-effects for the rest of their lives. You can imagine a forty-two-year-old man in the prime of life who could easily carry an eighty-pound barrel for a mile before he became ill. After eighteen years of battling the disease caused by ticks, he could not lift even a two-pound bag of flour, his hands were twisted and deformed, his vocal cords were thin, he could not speak, and the left side of his body was numb; His wife, who used to play nine musical instruments and was a music teacher in the town, was healthy and beautiful, but after the tick disease outbreak, she was forced to quit her job. She gave up all her hobbies because her fingers hurt so much that she wanted to cut them off one by one, and she had to store every ounce of energy she had to fight the headaches, general fatigue, fever, moodiness and depression caused by the virus. ”

"They're doing biochemical experiments with ticks. Seventy years ago, all the way to the present. Beelzebub said.

Some scientists are still saying that the deadliness of Borrelia bagdofer, which is carried by ticks, is uncertain, and that the large-scale outbreak of ticks is due to the increase in trees and grasses and the humidity of the air as people pay attention to ecological protection. Caused by the environment becoming suitable for tick growth. ”

"Do you think any reporter will want to come and see this lovely little monastery?"

"No," Sasha said, "you are sensitive, Beelzebub, and your actions will be seen as an attack on the government." ”

"Is this something to do with politics?"

"Probably not," Sasha said, as he began to search around. With his eyes: "But you must know that Sami is still a forbidden word in some places and people. ”

"What are you looking for?"

"We can't just just go out and do nothing." Under the purple-red light, the boy shrouded in a layer of blood light said, "I hope the researchers here have prepared something in case of an accident." They can kill all the ticks with those things. ”

"In the movie, they will put a dozen liquefied gas canisters in the corners within reach, as well as ignition sticks."

"We're in reality." Sasha said.

"That's it," said Beelzebub, "we can't find a match." ”

He smiled helplessly, and just as he was about to say something, he felt the ground shake beneath his feet.

Sasha was thrown into the air by a huge force, swishing to the ground, uncompromisingly.

He almost hit the aluminium zenith, Beelzebub stretched out his "hand" violently - the long flat hand was not so much pulling him down as it was rolled down, he barely had time to think about it, and at the same time he grabbed Sasha and another violent shockwave came again, he was also thrown out, but he still had time to pull Sasha into his arms, his face was deformed, and so was his body, and he bent down to protect his bloodless brother.

The hot wind was blowing against his skin, and he felt like he was blistering all over his body.

Broken glass, blades of grass, pieces of metal, small pieces of flesh, and countless ticks, like droplets of a rainstorm, slammed in all directions, trying to burrow into their skin, into their flesh.

Beelzebub's other "hand" promptly tore off an aluminum plate the size of a car's sunscreen (should we thank the researchers who spared no expense?). He "rolled" himself and Sasha with it, and Sasha hugged him tightly, and they rolled on the ground, and sharp things kept piercing through the aluminum plates, and Beelzebub and Sasha both heard each other's muffled grunts.

From the inside of the "reel", all the scenery is chaotic and jumpy.

Sasha heard Beelzebub swearing, and he knew it was wrong, but he wanted to laugh, but Beelzebub's hope had been fulfilled, but it was in the wrong form - what he wanted was a liquefied gas tank that could destroy all the ticks, and now an explosion that could destroy them and the ticks.

In the movies and in the usual scenes, criminals will plant bombs in important locations in order to obliterate evidence and traces, waiting for the protagonist to throw themselves into the net - tick researchers probably think the same way, they want to greet not them, but the mercenaries, while they search for information, or collect ticks, an explosion can leave everything here.

A piglet with charred back hair jumps in front of Beelzebub's eyes in a panic, knocking down a glass box that miraculously stands on two feet.

The box fell, the "roll" got stuck in it, and Beelzebub had a splitting headache, his gaze wandering uncontrollably, he wondering if it was because his eyes were moving around.

Sasha was the first to get rid of the "roll" and then dragged out Beelzebub, who was in a little better condition than he had imagined, at least with the silhouette of a human.

The flames burned the resin walls and floors, producing a foul smell and a black mist.

The incessant explosions shook the entire training room, and Sasha nearly fell with Beelzebub on his back again.

A man grabbed his arm.

"'Billy'?"

"Marianne." The man said, his voice weak, but the heat on his fingers was less frightening.

Charlie lifted Sasha's body from the other side, and the four of them were close together, through the final door.

They did not dare to stop, but ran as fast as they could, and every time they passed through it, "Marianne" closed the door.

The resin material has a low fire rating, and it's only a matter of time before the fire spreads to their starting and ending points – thankfully they have one last move to take, even if the consequences are endless.

***

The shaking on the ground continued, too.

The entire baptistery was originally built as a honey-filled flytrap, the medieval monasteries were extremely wealthy, the nobles and exiled knights never minded occasionally raiding the abode of God, and the monks hid countless amounts of indulgence money and gold, silver, and bronze relics in the basements, keeping them safe with locks and elaborate mechanisms.

Of course, the dean knew how to open the basement safely, and the dean in the Middle Ages could choose whether to keep his life or money, but today's dean has no choice.

The corridors have been completely blocked, the Baptistery is slowly shaking its body gracefully, and the double walls characteristic of Romanesque architecture have been cleverly set up by craftsmen into the most desperate traps - first the inner stones, then the crushed stones of the mezzanine, and finally the outer stones, each of which falls into the interior of the baptistery, regardless of its size, until when they are finished, the original baptistery becomes a low mound with thieves and its masters.

A soldier is dead.

His still living companion waved his hand at the chief, and he found a good place to hide—when the chandelier fell, a boulder that had been used in the vault struck its side, and it fell to the right, and a dozen or so bronze branches longer than the baptistery stretched out into the air in a crooked way, and stones smashed them, and the branches bent downward, tangled, and formed a protective hollow.

The leader smiled at the soldier and made a "got it" gesture, and as the soldier turned around and bent down to burrow into the hole, he opened fire, killing the idiot.

He could tell at a glance that the void could only hold the next person at most.

And he didn't want anyone to know that he would be stupid enough to be teased by an unarmed old man.

He jumped to dodge a few falling rocks, one of his hands had already grasped the lampstick, and the soldier had chosen a good place, and the lamp branch above it was dense.

His heart raced wildly at the prospect of another successful aside, and he had a happy smile on his face.

He didn't even feel the pain.

A knife was inserted into his spine, it was his knife, a straight, double-edged knife, four and a half inches long, the handle was black aviation aluminum, inlaid with a blue-green abalone shell that floated as if it were covered in oil, and with this knife he gouged out the eyes of the regimental commander, which he was still playing with as he watched the poor ghosts push the baptistery, and threw it to the ground when he killed the dean.

"You're right, one, and a child, are different."

The regimental commander said, holding the knife in both hands and his lips against the chief's ear.

(To be continued)

ps：

242 was released immediately and was unsuccessful.,243 only to find out.,Then I sent it for a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour.,I restarted the computer before I sent it! The network speed is slow, and you can't afford to hurt it!