I was busy to death some time ago, but recently I finally got free, and I started two shifts a day from today. The new chapter is about to begin, huh...... By the way, thank you for the recommendation vote.

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When Zhang Luo and the others returned from Antarctica and returned to the "arsenal" of the Strange Tales Research Society, less than ten hours had passed since everyone set off.

This time, the task was completed much faster than he expected. And the harvest of the mission is not just a "portable weather controller".

"Good job, I'll give it to you." The girl in white raised her hand and pointed to the "magnetic gloves" that Zhang Luo was still carrying.

"Then you're welcome." Zhang Luo nodded.

For what Frankenstein gave him, he naturally did not hesitate to accept it all, after all, with the technical level of this "little girl", the products produced can be described as "black technology".

Lowering his head and staring at the red and black gloves on his right hand, Zhang Luo saw the introduction of equipment appear in his field of vision, and it seemed that Frankenstein had completed the second upgrade to the Eye of the Executioner:

"Electromagnetic hands. Grade: C. ”

"The Gauntlet created by studying a mutant who can manipulate magnetic fields can create a strong magnetic field in a short period of time. But it needs to be charged for a long time after use. ”

After seeing the introduction of the equipment, Zhang Luo asked, "How is this level calculated?" ”

"Practicality, or depending on my mood." Frankenstein finished speaking, and walked to the workbench without looking back.

Looking at the pale figure who continued to work, Zhang Luo smiled: "What a wayward guy." ”

casually took out the black remote control in his pocket, and he immediately saw the introduction of this equipment:

"Weather controller portable terminal. Grade: A. ”

"The small remote control terminal of the weather controller can only be operated simply because it is a prototype."

Putting the remote back in his pocket, he took out his phone and looked at it again, but there was no introduction.

It seems that the only thing that the Executioner's Eye can read is the equipment made by Frankenstein, as well as various mysterious equipment from heretic creatures, and as for the scope of this "mysterious equipment" -

"Hey."

The voice that sounded unkind interrupted Zhang Luo's thoughts, and he raised his head, and what caught his eye was a silver-haired Lori in a long black dress.

The originally notorious fierce spirit, at this time, lowered his head and twisted his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Well, I watched the whole process of the battle, although I still hate you very much, but ...... Thank you. ”

"It doesn't matter if I hate me, after all, I don't have much interest in female ghosts, and I'm a flat-chested ......" Zhang Luo looked down at the fierce spirit in front of him.

As soon as the words fell, he saw that Bloody Mary's whole body was suddenly filled with a dangerous black mist, and he gritted his teeth and asked word by word:

"Did you just-just-say-what~?"

"I said now that the mission is complete, I'm going to go home and sleep." Zhang Luo said and turned around and left.

If you continue to stay here, not only may you be killed directly by the evil ghost in front of you, but you may also risk dying of overwork - after all, since the hospital incident last night, I have just woken up from a coma and experienced two events without rest.

In the case of overwork, although there is no obvious sense of exhaustion, it is still not to be taken lightly. Zhang Luo, who had just seen the corner of the "New World", did not want to die young suddenly.

As he passed by Frankenstein, a Q version of a girl with long hair and white suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of his vision, along with a line of text:

"Go home and rest, come over tomorrow night, there may be a new mission."

- Can this thing still talk?

Zhang Luo was still thinking about how to activate the chat function of the Executioner's Eye, when he suddenly found a small dialog box in front of him, so he stared at the dialog box and replied with his mind "input":

"I know, you need time to revamp the 'weather controller', right?"

In the previous Antarctic mission, due to the tight time, Frankenstein did not use the original holographic projection scheme, but directly threw the Hermes into the destroyed other world, in other words, into the "giant storage space".

In this way, the valuable meteorological weapons battleship can be said to have "mysteriously disappeared" under the noses of the Americans!

Now the military must be desperate to track down the whereabouts of the Hermes, if they want to continue to use it, they must completely change its appearance, change it to a new shell before it can be released again, and replace all the parts that may be detected or traced inside, the workload is undoubtedly huge.

"Yes, we have to revive Xiaoka and the old man again." Frankenstein responded.

"Well, then I'll go first, just let me know if there's something."

Opening the "stable portal", the familiar feeling of dizziness spread throughout his body, and when his vision became clear again, he was already in the basement of the abandoned sewage treatment plant.

Looking back, the portal behind him was long gone, and the basement was empty.

Leaving the sewage treatment plant, since there were no taxis on the winding mountain road, Zhang Luo walked in the direction of the city for 20 minutes before finally stopping a taxi, and immediately reported his address after getting into the car:

"Building 3 of the Paradise Community, thank you."

-- I haven't been home since the train incident. I wonder if the editor is urging the manuscript again? But that nervous guy probably thought he got a bento in a "train accident"......

Looking at the fast-moving scenery outside the car window, Zhang Luo couldn't wait to go home and sleep.

The Paradise Community is one of the more upscale communities in the city, although it cannot be compared with the single-family villas at all, but in the apartment building, it can be regarded as good.

Each household here has more than 150 square meters of living space, most of the houses are finely decorated, and there are large artificial gardens and lawns in the courtyard downstairs of the community, which is almost comparable to a park.

With Zhang Luo's current income level, he couldn't afford to rent such a house, but because his house is relatively "special", the rent is unusually low, and he can get it for only 600 yuan a month, which is completely within his affordability.

"Young man, your family lives in the Paradise Community, Building Three?" The middle-aged driver, who looked a little talkative, spoke.

"Yes." Zhang Luo said lazily.

"Oh, Building Three, have you heard of the mega murder that happened two years ago? Four young people in the shared house were all killed, and it seemed that they were in Building 3. The driver asked.

"I've heard of it." Zhang Luo nodded.

"It's really miserable, I heard that those people live on the third floor......" the driver sighed.

"It's the fourth floor, 401." Zhang Luo corrected the other party's mistakes.

"Oh, young man, you were living in Building Three too?" The driver asked with interest.

Hearing the driver's words, Zhang Luo shook his head and couldn't help yawning:

"No, I just rented the same room later."