"Little Fran, light, it hurts!"

In the underground base of the Strange Tales Research Society, there was a cry that could easily cause misunderstanding, and a certain "teenager" who had just grown legs again was lying on the operating table made of black iron, dodging the "claws" stretched out by Frankenstein, but unfortunately it was in vain.

"Don't move, I'm healing."

The girl who was still wearing khaki overalls said as she dealt with the burns on Lucas's body in a savage way, tore off a piece of skin on Lucas's back casually, and asked in the other party's wail, "What do you think of Zhang Luo?" ”

Lucas turned his head and glanced at Frankenstein: "It's okay, it's not ugly." ”

"It's not the looks, I mean he's the person." Frankenstein said as he sprayed antiseptic on the wound on the boy's back, causing Lucas to scream again.

"Ah......h

Lucas, who had finally recovered with great difficulty, grinned and asked, "That energy body also agreed?" ”

"He doesn't care." The mechanical girl said succinctly.

"Well, you have to ask my opinion......" Lucas spat out a mouthful of blood: "In my opinion, that kid named Zhang Luo is indeed very powerful, but he is not suitable to be a leader." ”

Frankenstein didn't say anything, just motioned for him to continue.

"That kid is really smart, and his combat effectiveness is terrifying, but he always feels like he hasn't done his best. I think he's hiding something. Speaking of business, Lucas's tone was finally more serious: "And I can see that kid is not suitable to command in the rear......"

"Well, go ahead." The mechanical girl nodded, she still trusted Lucas's eyes very much.

"That kid seems to be ...... Damn, tap! Lucas cursed, gritted his teeth and continued: "He doesn't seem to like commanding in the rear, he should be the kind of soldier who always rushes to the front, am I right?" ”

"That's right." Frankenstein replied.

"In wartime, such a guy can indeed boost the morale of the whole army, but he is not suitable to be a leader, because once he is killed by the enemy on the front line, the morale of our army will decline significantly." Lucas, who had all the skin off his back, finally broke free from Frankenstein's restraints, jumped off the hospital bed and stood on the ground, a pool of blood quickly appeared under his feet.

Reaching out and touching the bloody back, Lucas couldn't help but scold: ", are you healing or killing?" ”

Frankenstein did not answer his question, but whispered: "It's peacetime." ”

"Ha, little Fran, I'm still so naïve after not seeing you for so many years......" Lucas pouted, "How long do you think this brief peace can last?" Neither the conquerors nor the executioners suffered any damage to the main army. Even if one of the cities of Donrosk disappears, there will be more new battlefields. ”

Speaking of this, Lucas raised his head, stared at the pale ceiling painted with the smiling skull logo above the underground base, suddenly lowered his voice, leaned into Frankenstein's ear and said: "What you did in Donrosk City last time, the executioner's side seems to have noticed something, keep a low profile recently, otherwise you may become the common enemy of the warring parties." ”

Hearing Lucas's reminder, the mechanical girl who looked no different from a human shook her head gently: "I'm not afraid of them." ”

"Even if you're not afraid, think about the rest of the organization, right?" As Lucas spoke, the bloody wound on his back suddenly returned to its intact state, and the speed of recovery was so fast that it was impossible to observe with the naked eye: "If all the members of the research society are killed, can you still be so calm?" ”

Hearing this, Frankenstein didn't say anything, just walked away quickly, leaving Lucas, who had recovered his health, still in place.

……

The three hands of the clock move forward rhythmically, making a crisp click.

Returning to his small but warm home, Lin Miao turned around and locked the door, took off his blue coat and threw it on the sofa, changed into white pajamas, leaned on the brown couch, and stared up at the gray ceiling.

The things that Zhang Luo told her are still hovering in her mind until now, lingering. Lin Miao knew that she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

-- The strange things and terrifying ghosts I saw before were not hallucinations, but real things!

Lin Miao couldn't help but shudder, walked around the house quickly, turned on the lights in all the rooms, and then breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the sofa again, and turned on the TV to try to divert his attention.

If what Zhang Luo said is true, then the world is really ......

Thinking of this, the woman, who had just left the hospital and was currently staying at home as unemployed, couldn't help but regret why she didn't propose to spend the night at Zhang Luo's house just now, but had to come back by herself.

――If it was that man, he would have been able to protect himself, right? But now......

In order to relieve the tension, Lin Miao forcibly interrupted her chaotic thoughts and stared at the local news on the TV screen:

On the screen, a female reporter in a blue professional uniform with wavy hair is standing in front of a van and talking at a very fast pace.

“…… Mr. Zhao told us that the van could ......"

"Delivered to the laundry ......"

The female reporter's voice came into her ears intermittently, and after watching it for a while, she realized that this was not news but a laundry advertisement, Lin Miao sighed, and was about to change the channel, when she just raised the hand of the remote control, but suddenly put it down.

The young woman, leaning on the sofa, noticed the unusual situation on the TV screen:

As if disturbed, the program's signal suddenly shrouded in a layer of blurred white dots, accompanied by a piercing rustling sound.

At the same time, the door of the van, which was originally parked behind the female reporter, began to slowly open......

“……”

Realizing that the situation was not quite right, Lin Miao panicked again, picked up the remote control and wanted to change the channel, but found that no matter what he pressed, it had no effect, and a strange blurred picture was still displayed on the TV screen:

The door, which would normally open outward, now opens inward, revealing several wriggling pale figures waving their hands inside the van in a strange gesture similar to worship.

"Ah......h

Although the truck behind was obviously very strange, the curly-haired female reporter who was still standing in front of her was talking, but she didn't notice anything unusual behind her at all, and was still chattering about something. As if she was drunk, her eyes suddenly turned red, and her voice became much hoarse, as if she had suddenly aged dozens of years:

“…… ...... inside the laundry"

"Run...... Get out of here...... Don't stop ......"

"Lin Miao......"

After being stunned for a moment before reacting, the woman on the TV actually called out her name, Lin Miao finally couldn't help but exclaim, grabbed the blue coat and put it on her body. Before he even had time to get dressed, he rushed out of the house in slippers and ran all the way downstairs to stand on the brightly lit street.

Took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, and finally dialed Zhang Luo's number, and before Lin Miao could speak, a cold touch came from his left shoulder.

The same hoarse voice as on the TV just now came from the back of her head:

"Hello." (To be continued.) )