Unlike the museum hall, where the heat of the day has not yet dissipated, the reinforced concrete stairwell is filled with lifeless cold.

As marked in the hologram, the only surveillance equipment here is a camera in the corner.

Zhang Luo walked down the stairs quickly, and after making sure that there were no other security measures, he stood in the blind corner directly under the camera, turned off the "optical camouflage generator trial type" that had begun to heat up on his chest, and began to plan the next step.

At present, I am located in the stairwell on the basement floor of the museum. To get to the second basement floor, which is not marked on the map, you can't go down this staircase. Instead, you have to go through the hall on the basement floor to a small door on the other side.

Only ten minutes of trial use of the optical camouflage generator, with three and fifteen seconds of usable time left. Time is running out for yourself, so now is ......

casually took out a silver "spider" that was only the size of a direct size from his pocket, threw it at the staircase, and in Zhang Luo's left eye, the picture captured by the front camera of the miniature robot immediately appeared.

"Hah, this thing isn't bad."

Since she had known the need for reconnaissance for a long time, Zhang Luo also borrowed the smallest reconnaissance robot in her hand from Frankenstein in advance.

Compared with this "spider", the drones he used in Donrosk City can be regarded as behemoths.

Of course, the quality of the picture captured by this microrobot is much worse than that of the previous drone, but what Zhang Luo needs at present is not a clear picture, he just wants to make sure that there are no living people inside.

Unlike the exhibition hall above, the basement floor is simply a large storage room, and some cultural relics that need to be maintained, as well as temporarily idle equipment and other things are displayed on this floor.

"Click-click-click......"

The mechanical spider shook its calves. Nimbly crawled across the rough ground and circled the empty hall without seeing any signs of the creature's presence.

After confirming that there was no one on the basement floor, Zhang Luo took back the spider and turned on the switch of the optical camouflage generator again, and the whole person was like a character who suddenly went offline in an online game. Suddenly disappeared into thin air.

Manipulating the transparent body, he walked into the empty hall on the basement floor, and a smell of dust mixed with rot came to his face.

The dark hall was empty, and the smell of death was pervasive.

Zhang Luo slowly walked forward against the wall, and soon saw several "mummies" that looked like they had just been made, leaning against the wall, and at first glance, they looked like a brand-new snow-white bandage wrapped around the body, and the blood oozing out had not yet dried up.

"These guys, do you want to make a mummified legion?"

I secretly guessed the situation here. Zhang Luo quickened his pace again, bypassed the laser detector in the corner of the wall, and in only two minutes, he came to the other side of the hall on the first basement floor, and stood in front of the blue plastic door that led to the second basement floor.

Before he started the operation, he had memorized all the locations of the sirens marked in the museum's hologram. So this time I was also very familiar with the road, and I opened the door without saying a word. Walk briskly to the inside.

When he turned around and closed the door, he was greeted by a spiral passage that circled downward.

The structure here is completely different from the normal staircase above. And there's one more important difference.

"Hoo ......"

Turn off the optical camouflage generator with only ten seconds of power left. Zhang Luo let out a long breath and raised the corners of his mouth to reveal an arrogant smile.

Regardless of what's on the second basement level, there are apparently no monitors installed in this staircase. He was extremely powerful in his counter-reconnaissance ability, and he determined this almost immediately.

Striding down the spiral staircase, Zhang Luo immediately realized that something was wrong here.

The stairs are obviously a bit too long for the basement. He's been walking for nearly three minutes and hasn't gotten down to the bottom yet.

It seems that this so-called second basement floor seems to have gone wrong during construction and was built on the 20th basement floor.

I don't know how long I walked again. He finally saw a "light of hope" shining under the spiral staircase.

"Damn, it's like hell."

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Zhang Luo cautiously touched the staircase, poked out half of his head, and observed the situation on the second basement floor.

“……”

The visually striking scene in front of him made him, who was "well-informed", breathe for half a beat:

This place, shrouded in deathly silence, is simply the base camp of mummies!

On the walls on both sides of the hall, a large number of transparent glass petri dishes were neatly arranged, all of which were dried corpses in a standing position, although it was impossible to tell the age of death from the corpses alone, but the remnants of modern clothing on these guys still revealed the fact that they were not ancients.

"What are you kidding, this is a big situation......"

Zhang Luo walked into the rectangular warehouse where there were a thousand dried corpses on display, and even forgot that he should keep a low profile as an intruder, and immediately stood in front of the nearest petri dish, staring at the dried corpses inside through the glass.

It was the emaciated corpse of a young woman, who looked as if it had been air-dried, but its complexion was unusually pale, and there were scarlet eyeballs in what should have been hollow eye sockets.

"That's what it is...... Where are vampire mummies made? He muttered to himself.

There was nothing in the room other than the corpses and the vessels in which they were kept, perhaps because the scene inside was so horrific that there wasn't even a single surveillance camera.

But even if there is a camera, Zhang Luo is too lazy to continue "sneaking" at this time. After all, the scene in front of him was too attractive to him.

"Even if you don't have the Necronomicon, you've earned ...... this time."

Walking through the empty hall surrounded by dried corpses, he soon saw a small inconspicuous gray door embedded in the corner of the wall in front of him.

Standing in front of the door and listening, he didn't hear any sound, he opened the door slowly and vigilantly, ready to use Pandora to deal with the enemy.

Luckily, there was no one in that room.

Unlike the corpse display room outside, this small room is like a normal research room, with some reagents and test tubes displayed on a square table in the center of the room, and a laptop computer on the desk next to it.

Zhang Luo turned on the computer and found that it was locked, but for Frankenstein, who provided remote assistance, this level of encryption was completely useless.

Two seconds later, the password of the computer was brute-forced, and Zhang Luo immediately opened the folder and searched for the documents inside.

Unsurprisingly, he quickly found what he was looking for:

Vampire Mummy Cultivation Program, Top Secret, Number K-75.

Click on the document, the content is written in English, and the first paragraph at the beginning explains the origin of this research project simply and crudely:

"At the request of the Monster Administration, I, Researcher Joseph. Stevenson, who requisitioned the morgue on the second basement floor of the Cairo Museum, began to study vampire mummies. ”

"Sure enough, it's the Authority's bastard ......" Zhang Luo smiled and continued to read the following as quickly as possible:

"The Authority's request is to create a soldier who is absolutely obedient to orders and will not die. Dr. Clark believes that vampire mummies can fully meet this condition: the mummy's dry body is not afraid of sunlight and will not be injured by sacred artifacts, and if it can be fused with vampires, it is likely to create a true undead soldier to meet the growing needs of the Monster Authority. Today, the war between heretical creatures is becoming more and more intense, and we humans also need the strength to deal with it. ”

"It's stupid to create monsters to deal with this."

Zhang Luo complained, skipped the large nonsense below that introduced the current situation, and directly read the following work record:

"We dug ...... The graves in the area (the text in the middle was removed), found a large number of corpses to study and began to make them into dried corpses, but encountered some trouble when it came to finding vampires. Dr. Clark has made the decision to summon Dracula, the king of vampires, on the train and use his bloodline to infuse the dried corpses with power. ”

Reading this, even Zhang Luo's eyes widened slightly, and he scolded: "It turned out that you bastards did it......"

- The mastermind behind the catastrophic summoning ritual that appeared on the train was not the heretics of the Conqueror camp, but the researchers of the Monster Administration!

Realizing that the situation was not simple, Zhang Luo was about to continue reading the following content, when from the morgue outside the research room, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps. (To be continued.) )