An anomalous avatar disguised as Gao Yuan has disappeared.

O'Bernard heard the bad news as soon as he returned to the department, but he wasn't surprised.

The surveillance video in the interrogation room recorded the bizarre picture of the disappearance of the living people, and before Lu Xiang arrived, arms grew on the wall behind the living people, they were white and flawless, which was obviously not human skin, but the appearance of the living people before they were "spray-painted" after being mass-produced.

The arm grabbed the Seeker from behind, dragging him into the wall.

Lu Xiang in the surveillance video was a step late after all, and when she managed to open the code door of the interrogation room, it seemed that the person had disappeared without a trace.

O'Bernard repeated this process countless times, and saw the details of what followed.

After Lu Xiang broke into the interrogation room, he punched the table in annoyance, and after a long time, he took out a note from his pocket.

The one-star rescuers told him that the note was a record of the creatures in the Void, most likely the legacy of the "zealous citizens".

They also said that Ms. Lu had mentioned the reasons for her reluctance to release the information.

For humans, the more they understand the Void, the more susceptible they are to its influence.

O'Bernard decided not to focus his suspicions on Lu Xiang, the huge shadow he saw by the window last night still haunted his mind, and it seemed to be mixed with something else besides the shiver from the bottom of his heart.

It was like some kind of calling, calling him through the mist.

This is the last time he replays the video, in fact, with the operating system adapted to him by Lionheart's military industry, as long as he sees it once, every detail of the monitoring will be imprinted in his mind, and the subsequent mechanized repetition is just the process he uses to think.

Or more precisely, he didn't want to be in such a hurry to make a decision.

But now, having made his decision, his emotions have calmed down.

He pulled out a sticker:

2166, November 8, 14:21.

Seventeenth arrondissement, Rescuer Service Center, Monitoring Room.

O'Bernard picked up the pen and wrote down the time and place on a sticker, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had written by hand, and the built-in operating system gave him the ability to translate what he wanted to say into words without having to lift a pen and send it to the handover object.

However, this is the revelation given to them by the "zealous citizens".

There may be a reason why the other party used sticky notes to convey information, and in order to present his situation and everything he investigated to the company as it is, O'Berner decided to follow the example of "enthusiastic citizens".

After carefully recording the time, place, and important values of the prosthesis, O'Bernard stored the sticker in his body's storage room.

Then, following the guidance of the call, he went to the interrogation room.

The tables and chairs in the interrogation room were crooked, and there were still cracks on the table that Lu Xiang had smashed out of annoyance, and O'Bernard closed his eyes and recalled every detail he had seen in the surveillance video.

He slowly made his way to the wall, where the anomalous human had been dragged in.

For security, the walls of the interrogation room were specially reinforced so that not even a drill rig could break through the walls.

O'Bernard's eyes were closed, but the information and data about the structure of the walls of the interrogation room were still accurately conveyed into his brain.

O'Bernard stood in front of the wall, his right hand outstretched, reaching out to the place where the man had disappeared.

His movements were extremely slow, and it took about ten seconds for feedback from his fingertips.

Cold, but not hard.

The receiver of the operating system stopped reporting, and his outstretched hand did not stop, it felt like he was poking his hand into the cold water, he didn't know how deep the lake was, and what was hidden at the bottom of the lake.

O'Bernard simply stopped thinking and let his right arm go deeper and deeper, until he finally caught something after I don't know how long.

It was hard to the touch and a little prickly, and by the outline of the object, he could easily identify the object he touched.

A chip.

The "Archon" chip he lost!

O'Bernard's right hand retracted as if electrocuted, and when he opened his eyes, he was still in the interrogation room, and the wall in front of him didn't seem to have anything unusual, and when he tried to push his hand forward again, he was blocked by the cold wall on the other side.

He looked down at the chip in his palm, and it didn't seem to have changed.

Almost without thinking, he put the chip back in its original place.

This time, the scene in front of me finally changed.

The white surface of the wall was constantly peeling off, disappearing into the air like scattered ashes, and a liquid that looked like blood seeped into the room through the holes in the wall, spreading little by little to his feet.

The chairs were broken shackles, and a wide variety of interrogation tools were haphazardly stacked on the table.

Most of the tools were stained with blood, as well as some flesh foam that you didn't want to know what they were made of.

It was still an interrogation room, but it seemed to go back hundreds of years – it was only in that era that outdated and inefficient interrogation methods were used.

With his experience in the hospital, O'Bernard did not panic this time, and after confirming the situation around him, he withdrew from the interrogation room.

The hallways have also changed.

The walls on both sides have been turned into rusty iron sheets, and the compartments have become cages.

There seemed to be some creature in the cage, and he heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the railings, accompanied by the noise of chainsaws and drills.

He didn't pause his gaze on the cages on either side, and relied on his memory to make his way up the bloodstained staircase to the location of the conference room.

It was in this room that he was attacked by the Void for the first time, and it was here that the Archon chip was lost.

At the same time, something seemed to sense his arrival, and the hallway outside the door rang out with the sound of scrambled footsteps.

O'Bernard didn't hesitate and pushed the door in.

The structure in the conference room seemed to explain the source of the wound on his head - it was an operating room, at least on the surface.

It reminded him of the Prosthetic Hospital, which was filled with instruments used to open the human body.

And the position he was in during the meeting, which was the position of the operating table, similar to a drill facing the operating table, gave O'Bernard the absurd idea that someone on the other side of the meeting had drilled his head with this drill.

There was a note on the table that had been sitting for an unknown amount of time, as if it had been waiting for his arrival.

The footsteps were closer.

He lunged at the note, holding it firmly in his hand.

In the next moment, O'Bernard finally saw the true face of the pursuers, a group of impersonants who had not yet been produced, they had not yet been "spray-painted", only the most basic outlines of human beings, and the makers had not yet had time to give them facial features, so O'Bernard could not distinguish their expressions at the moment.

Judging by their actions, the animolites seem to be angry.

It was as if the living man pounced.

For a warrior who had been on the battlefield countless times, this was not a crisis at all, but then O'Bernard's movements froze.

The prosthetic body did not respond to him.

The operating system that existed in his brain also stopped working.

This brief moment was enough for these fangs and claws to approach him.

The cold palm of his hand pressed against O'Bernard's face and body, and what poured into his brain was not a heart-rending pain, but a shiver from the depths of his soul.

"Dongdongdong, Dongdongdong——!"

He heard a knock at the door.

When his vision returned to clarity, he was in the conference room of the rescuer department, leaning against the back of the swivel chair, and the people were gone.

"Director Obernar, Director Obernar? Are you okay? ”

The knock on the door was Moya, who remembered the name of the one-star rescuer.

"I'm fine."

After a few sharp gasps, O'Bernard spoke.

Everything just now, is it an illusion?

But the next scene made the coldness that hit the soul surge up again—he saw his right hand, white and flawless, like a newly-born person who had not yet had time to be "spray-painted".

The hand still held the sticker:

『Doll』

"Something like a human."

"Mind you, they're social creatures."

"*Don't get touched by them! *』

The contents of the sticker were sloppy and seemed to have been left in a hurry.

In order to emphasize the importance of the last sentence, the person who wrote this passage specially marked it with special symbols.