After explaining to Frankenstein and letting her temporarily take charge of the management of the crew, Zhang Luo returned to the underground base of the Strange Tales Research Society, changed into a winter jacket to protect against the cold, and passed through the portal to eastern Siberia.

After the usual dizziness, Zhang Luo, wearing a heavy green "military coat", appeared in a suffocating cellar.

"It's so cold......" he grumbled.

The dim light cast through the iron fence above, and the walls of the square cellar were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and although it was only October, the temperature in the place was close to winter.

Because the light cold-proof clothing was stained with blood and had not been cleaned, this time Zhang Luo chose the most ordinary cold-proof clothing - military coat. Despite the fact that Frankenstein's improved military coat was very resistant to cold, the exposed face began to turn red rapidly.

Unlocking the fence door from the inside, I walked out of the house slowly, and I was greeted by a snow-covered coniferous forest, and the ground was also snow-white, and even the sunlight overhead seemed to reveal a trace of coldness.

"Damn, this is inside the Arctic Circle." Zhang Luo complained.

Taking out the videotape from his jacket pocket and setting it aside, he sat down on the snow by the cellar door without any image, opened the small imaging device he wore on his wrist, projected the map in the eyes of the prisoner, and asked the videotape: "Where is the doctor you are talking about?" ”

Due to the fact that the scope of Siberia is too large, and there is only one portal to this area in the research base, Zhang Luo is ready for a long journey. Fortunately, under the repair of the god-made body, the plague in his body has begun to be weakened, and it is not as painful as before.

"I'll see...... Coincidentally. The village is near here. The tape shook for a moment: "The village is fifty kilometers away, and it should be possible to reach it quickly by car." It's a pity ......"

"You're saying there are no cars in this place, right? Luckily, I was prepared. Zhang Luo smiled. Removed a large portal generator from the storage compartment and installed it on the ground, then whistled.

"Whoa!"

Accompanied by the screeching of engines and the sound of tracks rubbing against the snow. A snowmobile, also white, suddenly appeared in front of the portal, and the LCD screen installed on the body dashboard lit up, and a pleasant electronic sound came out:

"Welcome to the 'old driver' type autopilot, where are you going?"

After entering the target location coordinates provided by the videotape on the screen, Zhang Luo picked up the videotape and put it in his pocket, and after sitting on the snowmobile, he symbolically held the handlebars and activated the switch of the "old driver" at the same time.

"I'll leave it to you this time, old driver."

For the performance of the intelligent autonomous driving AI "OLD-DRIVER" that once helped him escape in Cairo. Zhang Luo is still very relieved. In such a bad road condition (in fact, there is no road at all), the driving ability of the veteran driver is obviously much more reliable than himself.

"Buzz!"

The engine of the snowmobile made a dull sound, and at the same time began to vibrate slightly, under the control of the old driver, the snowmobile quickly started, carrying Zhang Luo towards the village where the doctor was.

Under the control of autonomous driving AI, the snowmobile can walk fast and steadily, and even in the dense forest, it can accurately find the "road" that can move forward. At the same time, it automatically determines the road conditions under the snow and avoids obstacles such as hidden rocks.

"This car is pretty good......" The video tape in his pocket made a weird sound: "I thought it was going to be a long time." ”

Not interested in discussing the performance of the "old driver" with the other party, Zhang Luo casually turned on the radio installed on the snowmobile, and immediately heard the news broadcast in Russian. The voices that come to your ears are translated into words before your eyes through the simple translation function of the Executioner's Eye:

A leak occurred at a clandestine chemical plant in Prague, Czech Republic. Hundreds of people have been killed.

"Hah, the Monster Administration is going to be busy again." Zhang Luo laughed.

Obviously. This time, the Monster Administration threw the "black cauldron" created by Clement on the head of the Czech government. Some of the eyewitnesses who survived. It is likely that they also secretly disposed of it.

The cold wind whimpered in his ears, and the ice ballasts floating in the air came to his face like a knife. Sitting on an autonomous snowmobile, Zhang Luo, who was holding the handlebars with both hands, closed his eyes, trying to relieve the pain caused by the plague in his body by resting.

As it turned out, it didn't work, and by the time he opened his eyes again in frustration, the speed of the snowmobile had slowed down again:

"You have arrived in the village of Hostok, and we wish you a pleasant journey." The old driver said in an electronic voice.

"So fast?" Looking at the several large houses standing in the snow in front of him, Zhang Luo was a little surprised.

The tape poked its "head" out of the pocket of the military coat, and then immediately made a voice: "This is it!" The doctor lived on the other side of the village. ”

"Then let's go check it out."

Temporarily turning off the AI that operated the snowmobile, Zhang Luo, who was wearing a military coat, got out of the car and hobbled towards the small village with only a few houses in front of him.

Like a house from a few decades ago, the architecture of this place inherits the style of Soviet houses. There was a large gray dog leashed in front of the door of the first house, and on the steps of the door sat a man with a red face and an icy beard. Seeing Zhang Luo passing by, the man raised the vodka bottle in his hand, and Zhang Luo also nodded.

-- It is said that in some parts of Siberia, the inhabitants of the inhabitants need to rely on strong liquor to keep out the cold, and it seems that this is true. But now is not the time to think about it......

After taking out the automatic translation device specially carried for this trip from the storage space, gluing the little silver thing to the position of the Adam's apple and setting it to Russian, Zhang Luo tried to say a Russian sentence that he had never learned at all: "Hello." Then he nodded in satisfaction and walked over to the hut at the end of the village.

Unlike the big house next to it, the cabin looked particularly shabby, with the only window covered by a white curtain and white smoke rising from the chimney above.

Zhang Luo had just stood at the door, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when he noticed the blood stains coagulated on the snow at his feet.

"Is this it?" He asked.

"That's it, yes." The tape replied immediately.

After determining that this place was where the "doctor" was, Zhang Luo decisively raised his hand and knocked on the cold wooden door and asked, "Is there anyone?" ”

With the help of an automatic translation device, his voice was automatically changed to a standard-sounding Russian. Two seconds after knocking on the door, a rough male voice came from inside the room:

"The door is unlocked, come in, I just need a surgical help."

Hearing this, Zhang Luo frowned slightly, then reached out and grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a hot breath with the smell of blood came to my face, and the scene that greeted me was more like a butcher killing people than a doctor curing a disease.

"Hello?" Seeing the blood spraying on the walls of the wooden house, as well as the blood-stained pliers and circular saws in the stickers, Zhang Luo turned his eyes to the "white coat" standing in front of the simple operating table, with his back to him, and asked cautiously, "Are you a doctor?" ”

"yes, come in, just do me a favor." The doctor said without looking back.

Hearing this, Zhang Luo walked into the house, and just turned around and closed the door, a bloody thing flew over, fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to take it in his hand, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

"Heart?" Looking at the blood-drenched organ that was still trembling in his hand, Zhang Luo asked.

"Well, help me get it for a while, I'll put it back in later, be careful not to break it." As he spoke, the doctor took out a piece of intestine from the abdominal cavity of the middle-aged woman lying on the hospital bed, and hung it directly on the hanger next to it.

“……”

Seeing this bloody scene that had nothing to do with "curing the disease and saving people", even Zhang Luo, who had been prepared, was speechless for a moment, and was silent for a moment before asking, "Are you sure she can get out alive?" ”

"Of course, this woman has a herniated disc, please ask me to correct the bone." The doctor said and took out the lobe of the lung and threw it into the basin next to it: "To correct the bones, of course, you must first take out the organs, isn't this medical common sense?" ”

"Okay, count you ruthless." Zhang Luo looked down at the heart that was still steaming in his hand, and he had the feeling that he had accidentally gotten on a thief ship.

-- The heretical biological doctor is really extraordinary, and this kind of surgery is absolutely unprecedented.

It seems that if you want to get rid of the plague in your body, you may have to go through some "unbelievable" treatment...... (To be continued.) )