In that cold hallway called the "Chemical Weapons Research Department".

The group climbed the stairs to the top floor.

Seven numbers were recited silently from the right-hand side.

Zhang Huaisheng pushed open the hidden door.

A rich tide smell hits the face.

Killian said casually: "Isn't this door locked, and I'm not afraid that someone will sneak in and plant a bomb, and when the time comes, bang-everyone will be blown to minced meat." ”

Zhang Huaisheng frowned and said: "Don't think of a mid-sequence controller as unbearable, perhaps, he is not far away now, looking at you in some way." ”

"Anyone who controls the path has voyeurism?"

"Perhaps."

People who control the path often have a strong desire to control.

This does lead them to have a peeping-like characteristic, but in fact their voyeurism is more like the mentality of keeping ants in a glass jar to observe.

Full of condescending overlooks.

Killian fanned the wind in front of his nose, his eyes subconsciously fixed on the iron platform filled with white candles in the center of the room.

"This house is quite gloomy, which means that this is the place where the Ku Klux Klan secretly executes Indians, and the place where the evil gods are sacrificed is probably believed."

"Maybe it's to add a sense of mystery."

Zhang Huaisheng sat down on the chairs that were radially distributed around the iron platform.

They still came early this time, and there were only three of them in the room, nestled in the airtight damp room, talking quietly.

"Little Ki, it's best not to complain too much, the one in charge may be watching you."

Zhang Huaisheng gave Killian a code name.

He looked at the clerk, who had been silent since the beginning.

"Any important news lately?"

The clerk spoke: "Oh, there is indeed bad news for you, I just received notice today that the Romanians have entered the war and they have joined the Entente. ”

Zhang Huaisheng said: "Isn't this a normal thing? ”

"Romania has an irreconcilable contradiction with Austria-Hungary, Transylvania, the homeland of Count Dracula."

"There are also deep contradictions with Bulgaria, and it is only a matter of time before it joins the Entente."

The clerk worried: "Alas, this means that the Entente side will add another 500,000 new troops in the European region - we only had tens of thousands in total?" ”

Zhang Huaisheng chuckled: "Looking at the performance of the Romanians in the previous Balkan wars, it is not very good, and the Bulgarians should be able to defeat them easily." ”

Although Bulgaria is also a small country, it is known as Little Prussia in the Balkans, and its combat effectiveness is still quite strong.

In the Second Balkan War, if it had not been attacked from Greece, Serbia, Romania, and the Ottomans, it would not have lost.

The clerk said noncommittally: "That's 500,000 people, that's 500,000 pigs, and it's not so easy to solve." ”

Zhang Huaisheng listened to his words, and inexplicably thought of Master Chu.

Smack.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway.

The three of them immediately fell silent.

Footsteps are getting closer.

I saw an old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles and ravines, with a lifeless air, slowly pushing the door open.

Killian felt a burst of cold air hit his face, and his whole body was excited.

The clerk also stopped talking to Zhang Huaisheng.

Although, at this time, discussing the situation of the world war, is a very hot thing.

Even when riding in a horse-drawn carriage or a public steam car, the driver will spat and talk about the international situation.

When asked about the coal workers in the boiler room on the steamer, they would also look contemptuous and complain to others about the defeat of the Italians on the battlefield again, and the beating of the French Foreign Legion, those black uncles.

This war has deeply affected every corner of the world.

For the time being, the United States is an industrial power that embraces "isolationism".

Now every factory is firing at full capacity, producing war materials - even if the orders of the Entente have not yet been delivered, the capitalists are still confident in the future prospects.

This has greatly alleviated the impact of the economic crisis on the people.

The old man came to the candlestick, a little stiff, but very politely took off his hat to greet Zhang Huaisheng.

"See you again, sir."

The man was not wearing anything to hide his appearance, his eyes were blue, his eyes were dead, and his skin was covered with corpse spots, and it was clear that he was still a corpse puppet.

"It's an honor to meet you again, Your Excellency."

Zhang Huaisheng also took off his hat to greet him.

He respects this "middle sequence" master with excellent eyesight, although he really doesn't want to deal with people in this path if he doesn't have to.

"Is there anything good you want to do this time?"

"No, I'm just going to buy something this time."

Zhang Huaisheng looked regretful.

The jaguar man he had killed before had not precipitated transcendent crystals.

Zhang Huaisheng didn't know which part of its body was more valuable.

So, he just picked up the loot from the hunters.

As for the hunter's weapon, it was a modified Springfield rifle, which was full of power, and was put into the dimensional space by Zhang Huaisheng, intending to leave it for Killian.

The name "Haruta" sounds like a Japanese name at first glance, but in fact it is only because it is not transliterated, but paraphrased.

Just like New York's current name is not New York, but New York.

"That's a shame."

The old man sighed, and the faint smell of rancid smell made Killian's face darken.

"There were a lot of fresh faces here last night, they were all Butcher Pathways, and I heard that there was a 'Butcher' killer who was here to sell the extraordinary items of the Butcher Path."

"Looks like they're going to be disappointed again today."

Zhang Huaisheng was a little helpless: "I'm not a devil who specializes in hunting butchers - if they don't come to the door, I still believe in the concept of being kind to others." ”

The old man curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "If you don't have lingering resentment, I might believe what you say." ”

"Resentment?"

The old man explained: "Killing the transcendent will haunt the body with the resentment of the deceased's spiritual composition - which tends to dissipate quickly, and is not a big deal. ”

Zhang Huaisheng suddenly said: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your doubts." ”

The old man smiled, and this smile appeared on a dead man's face, which was really terrifying.

"If you want to thank me, help me light the candles in the hallway."

"Okay."

Zhang Huaisheng got up and went to light the candles.

He smoked another cigarette in the hallway, and he felt that he was now more and more diligent in smoking.

Probably because there is really no good way to pass the time in this era, in the final analysis, there is a lack of a mobile phone.

Killian followed, took out a pipe, stuffed it into a pre-cut tobacco, wrapped in paper and lit it.

In fact, it is obvious that he was smoked by the stench of the corpse puppet, but he did not show it.

He handed it to Zhang Huaisheng: "Try me?" ”

Zhang Huaisheng is not sensitive to this.

He could accept even the American hybrid cigarette like the camel, but he couldn't accept Killian's pipe, which he mixed himself with many spices.

The taste is spicy with a strange smell, reminiscent of the smell of military boots stepping on a trench filled with rain all day.