Chapter 331: Return

The old man couldn't speak, his eyes were cloudy and hollow, and he looked terrifying in the brightly lit room, and the various medical facilities around him made him seem a little cold and silent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Carape's last question was the one he wanted to ask: "Do you know what a relict is?" The black extreme mutant claimed it was looking for such a thing - it might have something to do with the Holy Inquisition. ”

This sentence finally made the old man slowly retract his gaze.

This made Carape take a deep breath.

But the old man can't speak, and the sickness is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which makes people always in a state of torment.

The old man seemed to have long been accustomed to all this, and there was no uncomfortable look on his face, but he looked a little blank.

He glanced at Carape, his eyes a little cloudy, but the look in them made it clear to anyone that the man who seemed to be on the verge of death was still in his mind, at least.

He looked at his child with earnestness, only blinked slowly, and then slowly closed his eyes.

What Carape knew what this meant, the old man said he knew nothing about it.

And the meaning of the old man's closing eyes is quite clear.

He was tired.

Carape was a little disappointed, but he could see that his father really didn't know anything about it, even though he had been a fairly devout member of the Holy Inquisition, though that faith had collapsed after it became what it is today.

The young commander wanted his father to know more so that he could tell him, but he himself knew that this kind of things and information that he had never heard of before meant only two possibilities, danger or opportunity.

It was a matter of the Holy Judgment, which was undoubtedly more dangerous for him.

His power may be one of the best in the City of a Thousand Peaks, but he knows that this is because of the particularity here, and when put outside, the survivor power of his kind is medium at best, and the Holy Inquisition, that is a real behemoth.

Although Carape's office has always been in the city of a thousand tops, this does not mean that he does not understand the situation outside, as a person who has lived to this day in the 21st century with advanced information, no one does not know the importance of information.

But people are always greedy, which is why Carape asked.

With a bit of power in their hands, who wouldn't want to touch a fish in troubled waters in the apocalypse - in case they catch a big one?

However, unable to get an answer from his father, Carape's heart also cooled slightly, self-knowledge is also indispensable for survivors of the apocalypse, quiet can make people difficult to see, but self-knowledge can save his own life.

Karapesu slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the old man on the bed: "I will definitely find a way to cure you." ”

Then he took a breath and turned and walked out of the luxurious underground ward.

And when the young man walked out of this room step by step, the old man on the hospital bed, who seemed to be dying at any moment, opened his eyes faintly and looked again at the wall of the wall he had been staring at before.

It's like there's something amazing on that wall.

But the white wall has really changed.

In the cloudy pupils of the dying man, the flat wall slowly raised the outline of a human figure, and the white completed the transformation of dark color in an instant.

The next moment, a black monster hunched slightly, so as not to touch the ceiling, "floated" from the wall.

This monster, of course, is Lin Mo.

The gust of wind that Carape had felt before was not an illusion caused by the damp and cold air underground, it was the wind that Lin Mo had flashed in instantly.

In the corridor tailored for human beings, it took a lot of effort for Lin Mo, who was huge, to move forward.

He seemed to be gone, but the real situation naturally couldn't be like that, no matter how sincere the young man was, he couldn't believe that the other party didn't know anything about the relics just by saying it.

Finding requires patience and caution.

From Shencheng to Siberia and then to today's City of a Thousand Peaks, the only thing Lin Mo learned was patience.

It's often important to control your emotions, especially when it comes to a monster that can be bloodthirsty at any time.

Recklessness and impulsiveness are not the way to achieve things, and the more time passes, the deeper Lin Mo's knowledge and understanding of this point will be.

He's been lurking here for a long time, with a whole new ability.

Discoloration.

This ability comes from a rather unique reptilian creature, more than ten times the size of a lizard, Lin Mo was afraid that he would also become a lizard when he ate the other party, but such an ability is really eye-catching, and he even did not hesitate to re-perform a conversion between human and mutant forms to have this incredible ability.

Its degree of imitation is dozens of times that of a normal lizard, and it can even slightly manipulate the heat sensation of the skin on the surface of the body to avoid the detection of some instruments, which is not of great use to Lin Mo.

Of course, this also has something to do with the poor defense measures of the command center of the Carape, if it is a regular location, Lin Mo will not be able to go deep into the interior so easily, even if he can change color and control the temperature.

But the old man on the hospital bed, as if he might die at any moment, found him.

Staring at the wall is not a new quirk of a dying old man, but an extreme wariness of strange creatures.

The only thing that made Lin Mo feel unexpected was that the old man didn't reveal his whereabouts.

The old man may have something to say to him.

Lin Mo guessed.

Therefore, Lin Mo chose to appear at this time.

He knew that time was running out, and that once the Carape's office was gone, the nurse on duty would return.

The huge body of the black extreme mutant cast a deep shadow in the room, and Lin Mo was walking step by step, and the eyes of the person on the hospital bed followed Lin Mo's pace inch by inch.

Until the monster stopped in front of him.

The old man struggled, as if trying to get up from the bed.

But he still failed after all, this body will no longer have any possibility of getting back on its feet and regaining its mobility, Carape's assurances are just unrealistic wishful thinking, and both the old man and Lin Mo know this.

Despite this, the old man looked a little depressed, and then he spoke: "It's down there. ”

The old man didn't seem to speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse, and the words seemed to pop out between his teeth, but he spoke the simplest of English, and he didn't want to waste his time as he had stated to him what the mutant could only speak.

However, his son did not think that his father would rather communicate with him with his eyes than speak.

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(To be continued.) )