At midnight, the huge steel graveyard was shrouded in absolute silence.

Countless scrapped vehicles are piled up in the scrapyard, many of which have been flattened into pieces of metal, but many more remain in their original condition, waiting for the moment of destruction.

Bypassing the guardhouse at the door, Zhang Luo jumped over the two-meter-high power grid and jumped into the scrap yard.

As soon as he stood firm, there was a smell of gasoline mixed with steel and paint.

There was no sign of life in this place except for the guards sleeping at the door, but according to the murderer, they did dump the body here after killing the "boy".

So, even if "Carl. Mr. Lucas "is gone, and there must be some traces left here."

But now the question is, how do you find the location where that guy is buried?

The area of this abandoned car yard is very staggering, and there is no edge in sight, and tens of thousands of cars abandoned by their owners shimmer faintly in the moonlight.

It is difficult to find a "corpse" in such a place, and realizing this, Zhang Luo couldn't help but regret why he was so troublesome to kill the murderer just now. After all, if you bring that guy here, you might be able to find the location where the body is hidden.

"Forget it, let's look for it......" Zhang Luo sighed.

Of course, instead of walking around the scrapyard like a fool looking for any trace of the other party, he took a small black drone from the storage space, threw the thing that looked a bit like a paper airplane into the sky, and watched the drone capture from the eyes of the executioner.

This night-time drone uses not an ordinary camera, but a forward-looking infrared imaging system (FLIR) used by gunships, as long as it is any object with a different temperature and ambient temperature. will be clearly displayed on the screen.

At night, the temperature inside the scrap yard is not high, and the background of the picture captured by the drone is a dull black. But at the top of one of the "garbage mountains", a tall humanoid white shadow can be seen, as if lying on it looking up at the starry sky.

The location of the target was determined. Zhang Luo strode towards the "hill" made of steel, climbed to the top in three steps and two steps, and then immediately saw the person he was looking for.

"You're here......"

The young man's voice sounded a little careless, and he didn't show the slightest surprise, as if he had predicted that Zhang Luo would come to find him.

"Well, are you looking at the stars here?" Zhang Luo looked down at the "young man" lying on the top of a car, closing his eyes and recuperating.

As in the last meeting, the man was still wearing the same black T-shirt with sneakers on it, and his hair was shaggy and unkempt. The squinting appearance looks very lazy, and the visual age should only be about twelve years old.

But unlike last time, this time his clothes were stained with a lot of blood, stained red with the patterns on his T-shirt, and there were some more scars on his face, like a child who had just been abused at home and ran away from home in anger.

"I just...... Idle boredom. The boy snorted, not inending to sit up. Still lying on the roof of the car with his eyes closed: "Unlike young people like you, I'm tired. ”

"It's not convincing to say that in your form." Zhang Luo smiled.

"Ahh This is because the head was blown up with a submachine gun, and the body shrank again. The boy's flat tone was like telling someone else's story: "Every time I get hurt, it shrinks, and I'm used to it." ”

For some reason, Zhang Luo found that when he communicated with this guy, he had a very relaxed feeling. Although it was only the second time we met, it was like meeting an old acquaintance. There is no sense of alienation at all.

The cold night breeze swept through the scrapyard, Zhang Luo folded his arms and stared at the young man's immature face, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Carl. Lucas. The boy replied.

"Come on, this is a pseudonym, right?" Zhang Luo exposed the other party's lies.

"Then you can also call me titles, such as God of War, Eye of War, Emperor of Obsidian, King of Destruction of the Country......" The young man lazily reported a large number of things in the past, maybe very domineering. In this era, it is a very shameful title.

"Okay, let's call Lucas." Zhang Luo helplessly supported his forehead.

He was about to tell the other party the purpose of his trip, when he heard Lucas speak first: "Little Fran asked you to come to me?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Luo nodded.

Hearing this, Lucas smirked and continued, "Did little Fran let you take over as the leader of the Strange Tales Research Society?" ”

"That's right."

"Ha, I knew it." Lucas said and opened his eyes, staring at Zhang Luo's face with gray pupils that looked the same as ordinary people: "After all, we have all reached the 'burnout period', and it is remarkable that she has been able to hold on until now." ”

"What does burnout mean?" Zhang Luo asked.

"Meaning, we want to take a break...... Lucas said and sat up, took out a crumpled cigarette from his arms and gave it to Zhang Luo, and asked, "Get one?" ”

"I don't smoke." Zhang Luo waved his hand.

"Well, actually, I don't smoke either." Lucas casually threw the cigarette down from his side, and then smiled: "Do you know how most of those heretical creatures with very long lives died? ”

Hearing this question, combined with the tone of the young man's speech, Zhang Luo immediately guessed something, and replied tentatively: "Is it suicide?" ”

"Exactly." Lucas laughed: "The so-called burnout period refers to the fact that a heretical creature has too many memories and is overwhelmed by his thinking because of his long lifespan. Basically, heretical creatures in this situation will choose to commit suicide or find a way to clear their memories and start over. It's a pity that I was denied even the right to commit suicide. ”

"Oh, I can probably understand what you mean." Zhang Luo said as he sat down next to Lucas, raising his head to look up at the bright starry sky.

-- As the saying goes, life is short, and a hundred years is in a blink of an eye, but if you live too long, sometimes it will bring trouble.

Zhang Luo can imagine that if a person obtains an immortal body that can live forever, the side effects are not only that the number of memories is too large and the brain is exhausted, but the psychological pressure is even more unbearable:

Seeing his parents, friends, lovers, and even children and grandchildren pass away one by one, he is still alone in the world. That kind of loneliness and sadness is not something that ordinary people can bear at all.

And Zhang Luo knew that the "young man" sitting next to him was under much greater pressure than other monsters, because-

"How old are you?" Zhang Luo said.

"Ha, you say my age? I've long forgotten. Lucas laughed, and then lightly stated a startling fact:

"But what I can tell you is that I was there before the birth of humanity. Once I took a dinosaur out hunting, and the fossilized footprints I left behind seemed to have been collected by humans as some unsolved mystery, which was really funny. ”

"Seems to be true." Hearing this, Zhang Luo's mind immediately came up with the news headline he had read: "Scientists find evidence of the coexistence of humans and dinosaurs".

He had thought that the leader of the Strange Tales Research Society should be about the same age as the exorcist he had met in Paris, but now it seemed that this "monster" was much older than he had imagined, and it was terrifyingly old!

Just thinking about how many memories he would leave in his brain from the time of the dinosaurs to the present, Zhang Luo felt a little headache, even if he was an existence with super mental power, he didn't have the confidence to maintain consciousness in such a long life.

But the thing in front of me, even if it has lived until now, still maintains a clear consciousness. Based on this alone, Zhang Luo can conclude that this person's spiritual power must be terrifying!

"So, can I hear your story?" Zhang Luo asked.

Hearing this, the young man laughed again, and then nodded slowly:

"It's boring right now anyway, so it's not bad to tell you about it." (To be continued.) )