The morning sun struggled for a while, finally freed from the shackles of the horizon and slowly rose, the gentle light of dawn reflected the whole city, and a new morning began.

Zhang Luo, who was originally lying on the bed "standing up", suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling above his head, and was silent for a while, before he sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and grabbed the white shirt and black trousers next to the bed and put them on his body.

Even though he was on the verge of leaving the human realm, he still needed to eat and sleep. Zhang Luo is not very tired of these things: after all, his adventures are generally very energy-consuming, and it is also necessary to take a break after a high-intensity "battle".

After walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth and face as usual, he picked up his phone and checked the information. Neither on the phone nor in the eyes of the executioner received a message from Frankenstein.

However, there was a missed call that caught Zhang Luo's attention: Lin Miao, who had just exchanged mobile phone numbers with him last night, made a call at around eleven o'clock at night.

"Huh?"

Zhang Luo frowned slightly, and called back Lin Miao's phone number, but heard a female voice that kept repeating: "The phone you dialed has been turned off......"

"What is this guy doing?"

Zhang Luo put down his phone and turned his head thoughtfully to look out the window, although there was no warning at all, his "ghost premonition" seemed to be beginning to prompt danger again.

Just as he was about to find a way to contact Lin Miao, he had just returned to the living room when he saw Saya walking out.

The petite girl, not wearing the usual white dress, but a black and white maid outfit, carried a mop in her hand, and wiped it on the ground with clumsy movements.

Seeing the appearance of this goods, Zhang Luo frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Mopping the floor, it's normal for residents to provide services to the head of household." Saya's voice sounded gentle.

Although the other party looked well-behaved, Zhang Luo would not relax his vigilance at all, and immediately lowered his head to carefully observe the floor: "You killed someone in the living room last night?" ”

"No, don't think about it." Saya said with a smile.

Thinking of the true appearance of the "beautiful girl" in front of him, Zhang Luo sighed and shook his head: "Don't wipe it, ask again, don't you really plan to live in the base of the research society?" ”

-- Leaving this "girl" to live in her own house means that a bedroom has been completely transformed into a "flesh paradise". Zhang Luo, who had already seen Sayana's terrifying corrosive ability, was also a little uneasy about this guy: after all, if she accidentally sneezed and released that terrifying thing similar to pollen, the residents of the nearby neighborhood would probably be wiped out......

Hearing Zhang Luo's words, Saya raised his head, his delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, a sad look suddenly appeared on his face, and he asked in a low voice, "Does the master hate me very much......

"No, I'm just letting you out of here." Zhang Luo said.

"I'm not leaving." Sayata.

After staring at each other for a moment, realizing that the other party's attitude was very tough, Zhang Luo couldn't help but sigh again and said, "Whatever you want." Then he got dressed and walked out of the house, intending to settle the breakfast problem at the stall downstairs.

His fritters were only halfway through eating, and a line of white characters on a black background lit up in his field of vision, which appeared right in the position of the soy milk bowl:

"Come to the base, you're going to be promoted."

Thinking that he would soon officially become the fourth leader of the Strange Talk Research Society, Zhang Luo suddenly became much more energetic, and a lewd smile immediately appeared on his face.

After all, becoming a leader means gaining all the privileges, and all the information about heretical creatures and supernatural events that this secret organization has accumulated over the past hundred years can be consulted by yourself at will!

Of course, when you are officially promoted to leader, you get more than that. In addition to having access to all the information, he can also give orders to other members of the organization, or assign various tasks to control their actions. In addition, you can use all the collectibles in the workshop at will, and it can be said that it has completely become the "authority party" of the organization! ”

In this way, whether you go to a mysterious location to explore, or make a movie with the monster crew, you will get a lot of convenience......

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo and his wife solved the remaining fritters, stopped a passing taxi, and went to the abandoned sewage treatment plant on the outskirts of the city.

When he walked through the portal in the basement of the office building and arrived at the secret base of the Strange Tales Research Society, he immediately noticed that there were many more members in the arsenal today than at any time in normal times:

"Morning, man."

Looking at the "big lizard" lying in front of the door, Zhang Luo touched the hard scales on its forehead and said with a smile: "It's been a long time." ”

"I just got back." The monster, once codenamed "SCP-682", opened its bloody mouth and let out an angry voice: "If you touch my head again, don't want your arms, human." ”

Seeing SCP-682's unhappy look, Zhang Luo touched the guy's forehead again, then ran a few steps forward, out of its melee attack range, and under the gaze of the "lizard" small eyes, walked into the armory, and looked at the members who were chatting inside:

Bloody Mary, Carremont, Freddy, Li Wenchong and other members who had known each other were now all gathered in the open space inside the arsenal. The super mutants who just joined the research group yesterday are standing in front of the shelves, curiously observing the various weapons in the arsenal. Even Hasin, who had only returned to Egypt for a few days, returned again in a brown robe.

In addition, there are some guys that Zhang Luo has never seen before are also here, presumably other members of the Strange Talk Research Association who have been out of town.

Noticing Zhang Luo's appearance, all the "people" present cast meaningful glances, but Zhang Luo was not interested in studying their attitudes at all, just stood in front of a tall figure wrapped in a black robe, and generously stretched out his right hand to say hello:

"Hello, friend."

- For these guys who have never seen them before, but who are indeed members of the same organization. Zhang Luo was still very interested.

Under the gaze of his gaze, from under the pitch-black robe, a skeleton arm without skin and flesh stretched out, and shook it with a sharp and hard hand bone and Zhang Luo's hand, leaving a cold touch in Zhang Luo's palm.

Immediately after, an old voice, utterly impossible to be a living person, floated out from under the dark robes, with a slight suspicion in the voice, but more of respect:

"Hello, new leader."

"Ha, I'm just a newcomer, and I'll ask you for more advice in the future." Zhang Luo said modest lines, but did not show the slightest modesty, this guy who didn't know what the word "low-key" was, already had a smug smile on his face.

But Zhang Luo knew very well that those members of the research society who didn't know him certainly couldn't all agree with Frankenstein's decision like the black-robed skeleton in front of him. After all, if a guy who has only been a member for two months is suddenly promoted to a leader, even if he is an old member himself, he should have an opinion.

As expected, just as Zhang Luo was about to get to know the other strange members present, he heard a yin and yang strange ridicule, which sounded from behind the black-robed skeleton:

"How much money did you give Frankenstein? Little white face. (To be continued.) )