The warden stared blankly at the crowd.

His body was very weak, his mental state was also very poor, and the painful expression on his face seemed to far exceed the pain he had endured.

The warden's gloomy face made people feel inexplicably frightened.

He lay quietly on the hospital bed, listening carefully to what everyone had described to him about what had happened last night. They tried to find soothing words, to make their narration sound as horrible as possible, but it still scared the warden into a cold sweat.

Knowing what happened last night, the warden was filled with joy and sorrow, and his mood was very complicated. Thankfully, Frankmir killed the terrible monster and spared the Gulag and saved everyone's lives. But too many comrades have lost their lives, and there are still more unforeseen and terrible dangers hidden in that terrible hole.

The warden asked Franky Mir, who was sleeping in the bath, to find him, and it was at this time that Yulia noticed an anomaly in the incubator. She opened the incubator and saw that the muscle tissue that had been cut off from the monster's right arm in a petri dish had split and multiplied almost filling the entire incubator.

Yulia briefly told Kafka what had happened, which made Kafka feel incredible, such a speed of division is amazing, far faster than the speed of cancer cell division.

At the same time, Kafka realized that perhaps it was this fast, the speed at which the body cells divided, that the disgusting monster, after several injuries, was not only able to recover quickly, but also became stronger.

After the confusion of the crowd did not know how many thoughts had turned, Frankimir, accompanied by the guards, went to the Gulag's infirmary.

As soon as Frank Miir walked into the infirmary, he felt that it was filled with inexplicable anxiety and unease. He could see a chill in Yulia and Kafka's eyes. Also read from the warden's face, exhaustion and weakness.

"Did you have another accident?" Frank Mire asked curiously, thinking that something must have happened, otherwise Yulia and Kafka would not be like this.

"What?" Yulia closed the incubator and looked at Frankimir in amazement, as if she was expecting Frankimir's answer.

"Reading and writing on your faces, I see uneasiness and trepidation." Frankimir pretended to be calm and said that no matter what happened, he didn't want it to be related to him, but he couldn't wait for the details of his feelings.

"It's weird." Kafka said slowly, shaking his head.

"What's going on?" Frank Mire asked.

"The warden's wound, we've disinfected it, but the inflammation and suppuration are getting worse, and I'm worried that the monster has some kind of vicious infection that causes the wound to become what it is. The rapid festering of the corpses of the prison guards is proof of this terrible potion. Kafka said, pointing to the blue skin on the warden's legs.

At this moment, what worried them even more was not the speed of the monster's cell division, but the warden's injuries that were more serious than expected.

"Don't worry, I guess it's nothing, I'm not dead yet. As long as you take care to avoid infection of the wound, I don't think it will be a big deal. Maybe it's because of the weather that makes me feel so tired. The warden raised his eyebrows and said that he wanted to act as indifferent as possible to avoid unnecessary worries. But his physical condition is indeed extremely poor.

"We can't afford to be careless." Yulia shook her head with a slumped face, and this expression already showed that she also believed that the warden's injury was not optimistic. They have done everything they can and don't know what else they can do.

The warden didn't want his injuries to be the center of the conversation, so he opened his mouth and said to everyone, "Everyone is here, let's talk about the next step first." As for my injuries, we'll talk about them privately later. ”

Hearing what the warden said, everyone had to nod silently in agreement, not expressing their opinions on the warden's injuries.

The warden turned his head to Frank Mire, and looked at him with a sincere and steady gaze, and saw that he was all over his body, and there was no place where he felt comfortable. At this time, everyone's attention also focused on Frankimir, and Kafka also looked at Frankimir with a very serious gaze.

The warden blinked and asked, "Kafka told me that the monster had something to do with you, and he said you were in the same group." You all have the 'T*G' on your body, and that's the best proof of that. What do you think about things, do you agree with Kafka's statement? ”

"I must admit that I do have the 'T*G' mark on me. But I didn't know what was going on, I didn't even know when it appeared on me, and I didn't know what a monster was. Franky Mill explained.

The warden nodded, and continued to maintain a steady tone, "You are very honest, you could have found many excuses to cover up this matter. Of course, I think Kafka is right, maybe you're really in league with that monster. ”

The warden's remarks shocked everyone present in an instant. Little did they know that the warden would be on Kafka's side.

The entire infirmary fell silent in an instant, and everyone had nothing to say, so they had to be stunned, you look at me, I look at you. Frank Miir didn't know if he should defend himself, and whether his defense would convince the warden.

The warden looked down in thought, and all they saw was his pained expression. It took a long time for the warden to break the suffocating silence in the infirmary and continue, "I mean, maybe there's something we don't know about that that thing that ties you to the monster. That doesn't mean that you attacked us with the monsters, I just think there must be something else going on here. The inexplicable attack on '2371', and not long after that, you were inexplicably brought here, is inexplicably unbelievable. Now that the 'T*G' brand has brought you together, this may be the clue to solving the puzzle. To your false accusations and the horror here, Franky Mir, do you know what it reminds me of? ”

"What?" Frankie Mill asked, puzzled. He had already sensed the strangeness of the matter, but Frankimir knew nothing about his connection to the monster, but he wanted more than anyone in the room.

"Your father, Professor Ivan." The warden said in a low voice.

"My father?" Frankimir was even more curious, he didn't understand what these things had brought the warden to mind, and would link him to his father.

The only thing Frankmir knew was that the warden had mentioned that they had known each other.