"Do you want to die?" Zhang Luo stared at the "young man" in front of him and asked.

-- Obviously, the life span of this person is more than 100 million years according to the standard human timekeeping method, and this age is not at all described by the word longevity. Rather, it reached an unbelievably terrifying realm!

After such a long period of time, this guy can still maintain a clear consciousness, which is undoubtedly another miracle.

"Of course I really wanted to die, that's why I participated in the Weird Tales Workshop in the first place." Pseudonym Carl. Lucas's boy nodded without hesitation, and then sighed helplessly: "But no matter what I do, even if I am thrown into space or dissolved with strong acid, I can be resurrected again......"

Looking at this person's depressed appearance, Zhang Luo can completely understand his emotions, after all, for a "person" who has already lived enough, it is normal to want to commit suicide.

It's a pity that this guy's physique makes him unable to even beg for death, so he can only continue to live in a state where life is worse than death.

"Do you know why Fran Jr. started the Gaia engine back then? Actually, I asked her too, but I was standing in the downtown square of Donrosk City, bombarded by the annihilated energy, and it felt really strong......"

Speaking of this, the young man showed a yearning expression on his face, and then closed his eyes with a frown: "But two days later, I found myself lying naked outside the city again, it's really damned." ”

"Allow me to make a sad face." Zhang Luo couldn't help laughing.

- Even if he is hit by the savage energy of Gaia's Destruction Mode, which can annihilate everything, this guy can still be resurrected. In this way, what could kill him probably doesn't exist at all!

But this coveted miracle of many, the "Ultimate Immortal Body", is about to torture its bearer into a madman. Zhang Luo could see that this guy was sitting in front of him now. Even if you are attacked by anyone, you don't bother to resist anymore......

"So that's why you were 'killed' by those murderers?" Zhang Luo sighed.

"If only they could kill me." The young man's brows were tightly knit, and his "immature" face was filled with sorrow that did not fit his appearance.

Most people wish they could live longer, but what this thing is looking forward to is a sweet death. Although Lucas looked sad at the moment, Zhang Luo did not continue to understand the other party's emotions because of the attention of this super-curious guy. It has been focused on another issue:

"Do you remember when the Strange Tales Research Society was founded?"

Hearing this question, Lucas immediately replied, "Of course, after all, it hasn't been long......"

"Ha, it's not been long for you, it's been a lifetime for ordinary people." Zhang Luo said with a smile.

-- The Society for the Study of Strange Stories was founded in 1915, and this year marks exactly 100 years since its founding. Even if there is a child who has witnessed the establishment of the research society, that child is now over 100 years old, and it is questionable whether he will be alive or not.

"Can you not mention my age?" The boy glared at Zhang Luo, obviously not wanting to continue discussing his lifespan at all. Just close your eyes. Caught up in the memories again:

"I had just integrated into human society that year, and I was living in seclusion in London......"

With his words, Zhang Luo's "brain supplement" skill was automatically activated, as if following this "teenager" who had existed for more than 100 million years, returning to London a hundred years ago:

London in 1915 was still a dirty "fog capital", and it was difficult for the city's residents to see the clear skies, as it was here for most days of the year. All shrouded in a gray haze.

Lucas, who finally learned English and finally kept up with the pace of life as a resident. In the Old Town outside London, he rented a cottage and lived a "free life".

Of course, the money Lucas uses these days is all looted in nearby towns.

Although the police had already posted a wanted warrant, the police could not find him at all. Because of him now. has turned into the appearance of a teenager, and the adult head drawn on the wanted warrant does not look like a person at all.

- After each robbery, he would return home and commit suicide in the basement. In this way, when you are resurrected again, you will return to the form of a child. There is no need to worry about the police chasing you.

With this near-"self-harming" approach, he was able to obtain the money he needed to survive.

Although he can't hunt like he used to, Lucas still loves the city. Because those who survive here are their own "kind".

Even though he had no human friends so far, few people who had even spoken, he knew that he was no longer alone.

――In a city full of like-minded people, I am no longer alone.

Even though it was still painful, he found some comfort.

Unwilling to hurt his own kind, he will also take care to avoid accidental injury when robbing, and did not hurt an innocent civilian. And every time I grabbed it, it was just money and food that I barely made a living, and I didn't "come with a big vote" like those Jiangyang thieves.

Because of this, Lucas is still wearing a tattered linen shirt and eating erected bread, and his living conditions are not very good.

In this era, there were already trendy entertainment such as movies, and he naturally had no money to watch them, and his only pastime was to sit outside the house in the afternoon with a pipe and read the newspaper.

Although the usual newspapers are boring, today, on the last page of the Times, he saw an interesting advertisement:

"The Strange Tales Institute recruits people of insight to explore the unknown mysteries together."

The ad took up a small space, and it was next to the Times's usual Scrabble game, so you can imagine that most readers were so caught up in the Scrabble that they automatically ignored the ad next to it.

But even this humble advertisement did not escape Lucas's eyes.

Aside from a small line in the title, the ad didn't provide any useful information about the "Weird Tales Workshop," except for the time and place below: 8 o'clock tonight, midnight bar.

Although the name of the bar sounded like a small shop, Lucas immediately realized that the "Midnight Bar", where business was poor, was on the side street not far from where he lived.

He would occasionally go there to get a drink to kill his sorrows, and he knew very well the business of the bar - no one would go to that dirty and greasy place except for himself and a few "old customers".

――As long as you pass by 8 o'clock in the evening, will you be able to meet the people of the "Strange Tales Research Group"?

Despite some doubts, Lucas put away the newspaper and went back to the cabin, stood in front of the half-broken full-length mirror, straightened up his messy brown hair, and prepared for the appointment.

It would be nice if the so-called weird talk workshop could find out the truth about itself.

In Lucas's opinion, he himself is already the biggest unsolved mystery. (To be continued.) )

PS: This month I have completed the full attendance again! I'm so awesome (proud face).