"Grunt", "Grunt", "Grunt", ......

Amy Ulysses spat out a barrage of bubbles and began to float.

"Whew-"

Pushing open the not thick hatch above his head with difficulty, most of his body surfaced, and he didn't have time to wipe off the water stains on his body, let alone put on his clothes, so he gasped for breath.

Weak.

Unusual weakness.

The young Glory One looked around, he was now in a basement full of dormant bins, dormant binds, though he thought the word that popped up of his head was a little strange, but let's call it that.

"Number B213 Awakening Confirmation. ”

A cold voice came from behind herself, standing there was a young nun dressed in a white nun's dress, she was lowering her head at the moment, recording something on the cardboard in her hand, about two or three seconds later, probably sensing his gaze, raised her head, and looked at him with dark blue eyes: "Hello, B213, is there anything I need help with?"

"What the hell is going on?" asked Amy.

But there was no reply, the nun just shook the pen in her hand and gave a formulaic answer: "Sorry, it is not my purview to answer your doubts. ”

"Well," Amy didn't insist, "then who can give me the answer?"

The young and beautiful nun just looked at him and did not speak.

"Uh...... I kind of know what you mean. The Glory Man is not an uninteresting person, and immediately diverted from this inappropriate topic, "In that case, can you help me get a towel and a set of clothes?"

"Please wait. ”

Miss Nun didn't let his wait last long, and after about thirty seconds, she took out a towel for wiping water and a new set of clothes from the other room.

"Can you please avoid it?" Ordinary people may be restrained in front of the opposite sex, especially the beautiful opposite sex, but Amy is not too embarrassed, and explains the situation simply and directly, "I'll change my clothes." ”

"I'm sorry," Miss Nun's voice was unusually calm, "it's my duty to keep an eye on you. ”

"Spy on me......" Amy's heart jumped, but she didn't have a seizure, she just pointed at herself, "Why?"

"To prevent pollution from happening, we have to monitor everyone – everyone who is alive and hopefully awake. "It's not something that needs to be kept secret, so the nun in front of her didn't do much to hide it," in case the faith corrupted by chaos is not firm and infiltrates the order. ”

"Corrupted by Chaos?"

The young Glory Man asked, if it was to prevent the spies from getting in, which would be clear, but it was corrupted by chaos...... It's a bit unbelievable.

You know, this is the headquarters of the Order, the hinterland of order.

Even if it's a high-level demon, it can probably make a small wave here.

Unless, unless......

He had a bad idea, and then looked at the nun not far away, hoping to get an answer from her.

But Miss Nun did not give an explanation for this.

Amy, who had a rough understanding of her temperament, didn't say anything more, just stood up from the dormant chamber quite calmly, wiped the water stains off her body with a towel, and changed into a red and black sword-wielding uniform.

He noticed that there was a bar on his shoulder, which symbolized a seal that had undergone a baptism.

"Where do I go next?" said the Gloryer, half-jokingly, after tidying up his clothes, "I don't need to keep this a secret, right?"

"Well," replied simply, Miss Nun turned, "follow me." ”

"Isn't it necessary for others to watch?"

Following in her footsteps, Amy asked—after a general glance, there were about a dozen dormant chambers that had not been opened, and their faces could even be faintly seen underwater.

"There is no one else," the nun's footsteps paused for a moment, "you are the last." ”

The last ......

Does it mean everyone else is dead?

The glorious ones have lowered their eyelids, and their joy and anger are invisible.

Following the nun in front of her, she passed through several access controls all the way, and after a series of tests, she came to a huge machine that covered an area of about 100 square meters and could not be seen at a glance.

"Brainwave detector," seemed to notice his surprise, and the nun explained briefly, "this is the latest model—it can detect your mental state perfectly, even if it is only the most superficial pollution, it cannot be hidden." ”

She pressed a button on the machine, and the steam gushed out, spitting out a plank bed.

After a pause, she said, "Now, lie down." ”

It's not so much a saying as an order.

Amy did so, allowing the nun to tie him up tightly with a leash, and then submerged himself in the machine known as the brainwave detector.

Because his eyes were blindfolded, he didn't feel much, he could only feel that something touched his mind, his spirit, and then before he was worried about whether he would be exposed, the long-lost light finally came into view through the black blindfold.

"How does it feel?" asked Miss Nun.

"Okay," Amy shook her head, trying to clear her mind, "How's it going?"

"It's a healthy blue," replied Miss Nun, who could tell she was surprised, "to be honest, it's rare to see such a clear, pure blue in my work, and because of the nature of the work, you, and we all come into contact with a lot of chaotic residues, and the hue is somewhat cloudy—but you're different, your hue is ...... Very, very clean and nice. ”

"Thanks for the compliment. "Take it as a compliment, though he is not at all happy.

"Okay, we're done with the testing on our side. Miss Nun restrained the smile on her face, "You have proven your purity, and next, I will take you to meet Master Leonardo da Vinci." ”

"Leonardo da Vinci?"

Amy had heard the name, from Corbock or Hansen, and I couldn't remember the details, but it was someone who was closely related to the experiment anyway.

"The Minister of Armament," said Miss Nun in a respectful tone, "the brainwave detector you just used is his invention. ”

"It's amazing. ”

The Glory Man sighed from the bottom of his heart, and although there was a subtle sense of offense when used, if this machine could really identify the most shallow levels of spiritual pollution, as the nun said, then it was indeed a great invention.

- At least, in this day and age, when order and chaos are entangled and ambiguous.

"Leonardo da Vinci, after all. ”

As a matter of course, this question was simply passed, and Amy didn't find a chance to continue talking, so the two walked through several levels without saying a word and boarded the lifting frame.

"Boom", "boom", "boom......

With the unreassuring sound of metal colliding and grinding, the lifting frame climbs all the way up and finally freezes on a certain character that symbolizes the number of layers.

There was a "clang" and the door opened.

"Keep up with me. "Miss Sister was the first to step out of the crane, and walked forward about twenty or thirty meters, and after passing the inspection of the two great sword-wielders, she stopped in front of a vermilion door and made a gesture of please," —B213, Master Leonardo da Vinci had been waiting for a long time. ”

Amy didn't say much, just pushed the door open and stepped into a ...... Laboratory?

The assortment of lab equipment almost dazzled him, but when the middle-aged gentleman with one-sided glasses and a cat on his shoulder appeared in front of him, he restrained his divergent thoughts.

"Lord Leonardo da Vinci?"

"Just call me Leonardo da Vinci," the middle-aged gentleman shrugged, "Actually, I'm not that fond of officialdom." ”

"That'...... Mr. Leonardo da Vinci?"

Amy did not intend to ignore his closeness, nor did she wish to completely disrupt the relationship between superiors and subordinates, so she used the title of sir.

"Hello, Judas. The head of the Order's Equipment Department held out his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you—it's not a long-standing name, but we've all seen your performance in the trials. ”

"Uh......"

"I know you have a lot of questions, but don't worry, just sit down. After Leonardo da Vinci pressed the young man in front of him to his seat, he also found a cowhide chair and sat down, "First of all...... I tell you that none of your previous experiences, the deaths of your companions, are real. ”

"How could it be ......" the Glory-Honoring One feigned surprise, "I saw ...... with my own eyes"

"Eyes sometimes deceive you, and so do ears," the middle-aged gentleman spread his hands, "Eyes, ears, noses, the information they collect must be transmitted to the brain in the final analysis—and if I can trick the brain into sending it false visual, auditory, smelly, tasteful, and tactile signals, can I think of it...... Can I construct a world that is completely false?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's right, you're smart and perceptive. Leonardo da Vinci gave him a look of encouragement, and then said, "Your trial, the city of death, is a simulated world that we have imagined...... Of course, the technical approach involved is much more complex than what I just mentioned, but that's pretty much it. ”

"And what about the dead ones?" asked Amy, a matter of his relationship, "and the disappeared people." ”

"The people who disappeared didn't disappear, they just woke up and began to enter a relatively stable period of transformation, and were kicked out of that illusion," the head of the armament department paused, "As for the dead, it's a bit complicated...... Only about one-third of them were able to awaken, the remaining one-third could not match their stigmata and were disqualified from becoming sword-wielders, and the last third ...... will never wake up again. ”

"I see, so what's the point of this trial?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the young Glory One realized that his words were ...... His question...... Some have transgressed.

But fortunately, Leonardo da Vinci may be as he professes, he does not like to play official, and he is not very sensitive to political matters, so he naturally said: "If it is meaningful...... The main thing is to increase the success rate of the sword-wielder's awakening, and further reduce the mortality rate, judging from the results of this comparison experiment, the result is undoubtedly successful - the success rate and survival rate of group B are much higher than those of group A, but unfortunately ......"

At this point, he didn't say what he was sorry for.

Just looked at him, looked at him with one-sided glasses, hesitated for a while, and then sighed: "Judas...... You're doing a good job this time, very well—are you interested in knowing the truth, the truth about this trial?"