The white-clad girl named Frankenstein continues to transform the "Executioner's Eye" on the workbench with a faint blue glow.

Standing not far from the workbench, staring at the back of the focused work, Zhang Luo was still distracted, and the tall murderer walked up to him and said in a deep voice:

"Lord Frankenstein doesn't like to be disturbed at work, so if you have something to say, you'd better wait and talk."

"I'm not going to say anything." Zhang Luo shook his head: "I just think it...... The gap between this Frankenstein and the one I used to make up in my brain is really a bit big. ”

――After reading the bedtime book "Frankenstein" a long time ago, the image of Frankenstein that came to Zhang Luo's mind was that of a thin man in a robe and glasses, neurotic. It has nothing to do with the appearance of the girl in front of him.

Hearing his words, Carremont laughed: "Frankenstein didn't be like this before, she's actually super ...... Again, she didn't like it when we brought it up. ”

Although he was very disgusted by Carremon's behavior of talking halfway, Zhang Luo knew that even if he continued to ask, he would not be able to ask for any information, so he changed the conversation and asked:

"Now that I'm a member of the 'Strange Talk Research Society', I should be able to understand the specific activities of this organization, right?"

――I'm a new member of this organization, but I only know the name of the organization, and I don't know anything else.

As a curious curiosity lover, Zhang Luo hates this feeling of being out of the situation. Therefore, it is imperative to first clarify the content of the activities of the "Strange Talk Research Society".

"Oh, you ask this. Originally, our Executioner's Eye had a built-in instruction, but it can't be used now, so you better read the book first......" Carremont said, pulling out a crumpled booklet from the pocket of his camouflage trousers and handing it to Zhang Luo.

Stepping out of the shadow of the weapon rack, I found a place with brighter light. Zhang Luo looked down at the cover of the booklet in his hand, and what caught his eye was very simple white and black characters:

"What Newcomers Need to Know for the Strange Talk Research Society", Author: Freddy. Kruger. May 2000.

Flipping through this manual written more than ten years ago, from the first page, the first record is the author's confession that looks a little wicked:

"Newcomer, when you open this book, it means that you have become a member of the Strange Tales Research Society. Welcome to our harmonious family, but remember that if you rebel or have similar thoughts, I will be under your bed...... No, waiting for you in your dreams! Don't think you can escape the palm of the dream demon, hahahahahahaha! ”

"It's just a ghost who kills people in a dream, don't pretend to be strong." Zhang Luo casually flipped the first page and continued to read:

Founded in 1915, the Society was founded by scientist Frankenstein and two others who did not want to be named. The Strange Tales Society's policy is to investigate mysterious events around the world by any means necessary, as well as to loot various undocumented heretical items to be used as collectors for the Society. ”

"What kind of trouble are the two who don't want to be named, and your goals are too straightforward......" Zhang Luo complained in a low voice.

Continue reading, the following content is still the introduction of the Strange Talk Research Association:

"As of the year 2000, we have twenty-three members who are located in all corners of the world, investigating all kinds of mysterious events. The Society is part of the 'Executioner' camp, but will only accept the Executioner's assignment if it does not delay the investigation. (By the way, I'm more bullish on the Conquerors)"

"Okay, don't mutiny, bastard." Zhang Luo sighed.

Turning the page, the next thing that appeared was what he was most interested in:

"As a member of the Strange Tales Research Society, there are three main tasks to perform."

"First, the investigative mission. Investigate mysteries that have remained unsolved for years, or paranormal events that have attracted widespread attention. (The exact source of the assignment depends on Miss Frankenstein's preferences.) ）”

"Second, the plunder mission. Collect and loot rare heretical weapons and items, and 'special treatment' of their original owners if necessary. (You know what I mean.) ）”

"Third, the mission of destruction. Kill hostile targets that pose a threat to the research community. Kill them all, not a single one will be left! (If possible, please try to bring back the corpse, someone in the workshop needs this.) ）”

Reading this, Zhang Luo finally understood that the organization he joined was indeed not a good bird. But......

"Sounds interesting."

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

-- Regardless of whether the actions of the "Strange Talk Research Society" are evil or not, the goals and ideals of this organization coincide with their own. In the words of the idiom, it is probably a typical "smell of likeness".

Seeing the contents of the handbook strengthened his idea of becoming a member of the "Strange Talk Research Society".

At this moment, Frankenstein's cold voice interrupted his thoughts:

"The mission is coming."

Hearing this, the other three people in the warehouse all set their eyes on the girl standing in front of the workbench. The first question was asked by Li Wenchong:

"Well, Miss Frankenstein, can you do me a favor before you go on a mission?"

Frankenstein immediately shook his head: "No time. ”

Seeing Li Wenchong wilting like a frosted eggplant, Karemont asked, "Isn't it going to the Himalayas to investigate the new 'snowman' next?" Don't be in such a hurry, the snowman won't be able to run away anyway. ”

"No, it's a plundering mission." Frankenstein said and put down the lenses in his hand, turned his head and raised his pale little face, and looked at Zhang Luo: "Zhang Luo needs a weapon." ”

"I'm pretty handy with the Monster's Fangs." Zhang Luo smiled: "However, if there are other weapons that can be used, I will naturally not refuse, you know......"

"Hmm." Frankenstein nodded slightly: "My subordinates, all use the best weapons." ”

"Ha, thank you then." Zhang Luo immediately thanked him.

For this kind of weapon sent to the door, he naturally will not refuse. Out of irrepressible curiosity, he asked again: "What is the weapon to be plundered this time?" ”

Frankenstein didn't answer his question directly, but continued to say eight words succinctly: "Portable, safe, convenient and easy to use." ”

"How does it sound like an advertising word......" Zhang Luo helplessly held his forehead.

As he spoke, the Executioner's Eye in his left eye suddenly activated, and large red letters suddenly appeared in his sight:

The forty-ninth plunder mission begins.

Objective: Capture the "Portable Weather Controller" controlled by the Conquered Faction.