A middle-aged man of medium stature and ordinary appearance stepped out of the elevator.

"Murakami, are you off work?"

Someone greeted him casually.

"Yes, senior. The man straightened up and greeted each other politely and sternly.

The latter smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Do you have time to go for a drink? ”

"Thank you, senior, for the invitation. The man's old-fashioned face showed a hint of embarrassment, "But the family will wait until I get home to have dinner..."

"Okay, okay. The other party shook his head and strode away: "Then forget it." ”

"Thank you for your understanding. The man seemed to be very ashamed, and a faint muttering voice came from behind him: "Is it really as boring as rumored, how could I think of inviting him.."

The man didn't seem to hear anything, except that his eyes fluctuated slightly, and then he regained his composure.

As usual, put the company's things back, go through a body-search check by the security personnel, fingerprint punch, and leave the company.

On the way home, I passed a bar, and the man stood at the door for a while, but still didn't go in.

The familiar room was already lit up, thinking that his wife Miki should have already cooked a delicious dinner at this time, the daughter and son must have wrinkled their faces and exclaimed that they were hungry, and there was finally a trace of warmth in the man's eyes.

These are the sources of motivation for his hard work.

The man took off his shoes with some eagerness and shouted into the house, "I'm back." ”

Something seemed wrong, there was no smell of rice and soup, no noise of children and children, and no slippers in Miki.

The man's eyebrows couldn't help but furrow, and he walked into the room suspiciously.

Then he saw the figure of a stranger, holding a cup of hot tea in front of him, closing his eyes and recuperating, and his wife kneeling in the corner with her head down, the atmosphere was a little weird.

"Is there a guest in the house?" the man shouted, but no one answered him, and his wife seemed to be asleep, and he was a little angry, and looked around, and asked, "What about the truth and the oranges?"

No one answered, but the strange stranger turned to look at him.

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw the stranger's face.

He was a handsome and cultured young man, dressed very well, with a faint smile on his face, which made people can't help but feel good, but the strange thing was that he kept his eyes closed.

"You are.."

The man was about to open his mouth to ask a question, but the young man had slowly opened his eyes, and the foul pus and blood were flowing out, and the eye sockets were empty.

"Ahh

"Let's go. Carlo said to himself, and the man nodded obediently, grabbed the coat he had just taken off and put it back on, turned like a wood and walked out the door.

Carlo stood up and followed the man, and before leaving, he remembered to close the door, but it may have been a little stronger, and it shook Miki in the corner of the room, and his head rolled down...

The legendary plane of Merlin, because of Sauron, saved Carlo a lot of effort, and he didn't even need to do much to transform it into a new original sin killing field, charged "rage".

Sauron was assigned by him to stay behind, and after satisfying the jealousy of the killing field, Bandon also sought out more trialists to channel into the rage.

Everything seems to be going well, and if this pattern continues, Carlo only needs to transform every plane that has ever descended into a killing field, and he can sit back and wait for the reaping of original sin, but there is a small problem.

Carlo's evil value is running out, and if he wants to open the Seven Original Sins Killing Field, he must dig a new plane, so Carlo chose to come randomly this time.

The man was dominated by Carlo's consciousness, following the route he had traveled countless times back and forth, through streets and streets, and finally, stopping in front of a magnificent edifice.

Is this it?

"The Sunrise Group", Carlo noticed that the company's logo was an interesting red and white pattern, which looked like an open sun umbrella.

The man walked through the gate and passed the checkpoint with his fingerprints and badge, by which time most of the people in the building had already left work, and no one noticed the strange man who had gone and returned.

Carlo followed the man unhurriedly, strolling around as if he were in his own home.

Entering the elevator, the man pressed the number sixteen blankly, and soon arrived, the elevator door opened, and what appeared in front of him was a transparent white, smooth wall and streamlined design, which looked very technological, and the style of the ground floor of the building was completely different.

Again, there are several layers of cumbersome identity verification, which seems to be a bit too much for an ordinary company.

Through a long passage, the air began to fill the air with a faint smell of disinfectant, and the man stopped in front of a place with ease, groped around the wall for a while, and "snorted", and the smooth wall began to open to both sides, revealing the huge space inside.

It's like a strange laboratory, full of all kinds of sophisticated instruments, large and small test tubes, computer screens full of data... There was also an old man with glasses and gray hair who came to hear the sound.

"Murakami, is that you?"

The old man frowned and glared at the man, with an angry look on his face, and scolded loudly: "What are you doing when you come back, it's no longer your time to work... You shouldn't be here, get out of here!"

The glint in the man's eyes slowly faded, and the whole person stopped like a machine cutting off the power supply, and stood in place with his head down.

"Didn't you hear me?!Idiot, I'll let you go!" The old man became even more irritable, grabbing a phone in his hand, looking like he wanted to call a security guard or something.

"Hello. ”

A voice rang out coldly.

The old man turned his head sharply, and Carlo appeared in front of him with a smile.

"Who are you?!"

The old man's face showed a look of surprise and vigilance, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, and Carlo noticed that his right hand was sneaking towards a certain mezzanine of the laboratory table behind him, where a pistol was hidden.

Carlo just smiled kindly at the old man, "I'm here to help you, Dr. Yoshida. ”

The old man didn't speak, his heart beat faster, and finally, he grabbed his pistol, pointed it at Carlo, and said coldly: "I don't care who you are, trespassing into the interior of the umbrella company, you should say goodbye to your life, young man.."

"Bang!"

The old man did not hesitate to pull the trigger, the pistol spat out sparks, and the bullet drew an invisible trajectory in the air, heading towards Carlo precisely .. Then, he turned a corner and smashed Murakami's head on the side.

The smooth and snow-white floor was suddenly splashed with blood and brains...