"Someone who has been tortured by those managers of Infinity City!"

The moment Feng Xue saw the man in a wheelchair, such a thought appeared in her mind, and she immediately extinguished the idea of negotiating conditions with the other party.

Just by looking at his appearance, you can see what kind of treatment this person has experienced, unless this is an extreme white left, there is absolutely no chance to negotiate.

However, if it is an extreme white left, it is impossible to show such eyes, let alone appear in this kind of place.

Feng Xue took a deep breath and completely threw away the luck in her heart, but the situation was not even worse to the extreme, because the middle-aged man next to her seemed to be no worse than the one in a wheelchair, and even faintly stronger.

If you want to ask why, because several bodyguards followed him, not the wheelchair man who needed more protection.

And after this person entered the prison, his eyes kept sweeping back and forth over these bodyless people who were locked in prison, but Feng Xue didn't see any malice or hatred in that look, of course, he didn't see the perverted feeling of the opposite sex in Chiguo, more importantly, it was a strong greed.

Yes, it's greed, that feeling, it's like using them as a cash cow.

But greed is good.,Greedy people are easy to socialize.,People who play Taiwu picture scrolls know that when you get support, it's the easiest to ask for money.,Troublesome are those who want kindness.、To experience.,Even want to learn from you.。

Thinking of this, Feng Xue instinctively touched the position of her left rib, and then forcibly moved her hand away, standing up with the shame and embarrassment in her heart, while constantly recalling the words she had sorted out before in her mind, so as to make herself forget the fact that she was not wearing clothes.

The voice of the group communicating in Feng Xue's ears was like a listening question with an accent, and at this moment, he only regretted why he didn't learn English well in his previous life.

Finally, when the man was talking and laughing and the cold wheelchair man passed in front of him, Feng Xue suddenly shouted loudly:

"Love! Encyclopedia four! There is a private service! ”

"Love! Encyclopedia four! There is a private service! ”

……

"Dr. Fran, you are definitely the greatest contributor to the Trojan Horse Project! I'm willing to give you one-third of the magical items I got this time as research, and at the same time add 50% of the monthly research funding, when do you think we'll do it again? The eyes of the middle-aged people who came to check on this harvest were full of excitement, but Dr. Fran, who was in a wheelchair, said unceremoniously:

"You said before that if you didn't succeed this time, you would have to withdraw your investment."

"Isn't that a success?" The middle-aged man is a businessman, as long as it can bring him benefits, it doesn't matter if he is cheeky or anything!

When Dr. Fran saw him like this, he didn't talk nonsense, but said in that dry voice:

"Then do as you say, but those demons are not ordinary beasts, their intelligence is no worse than you and me, such experiments can't be too frequent, and the next time it will be at least half a year apart."

"Ah......" The middle-aged man couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he heard this, but he knew the truth of the special person, so he didn't continue to dwell on this issue, but turned his attention to those prison injustices:

"By the way, Dr. Fran, do you think these 'ghosts' are useful? Are you planning to start a project to study how to increase the chances of a ghost turning into an illusion after death or something? ”

"Heh......" Dr. Fran wanted to veto such an unrealistic goal, but when he thought about it, it seemed reasonable to torture these demons, so he nodded:

"Maybe you can give it a try, but don't get your hopes up, after all, there are too few experimental samples to sustain long-term research."

"Didn't you say that? As long as the person who pushed the door doesn't come back, the door will always remain in a usable state, there are so many ghosts coming over this time, and there will definitely be more coming from that side in the future, I left two squadrons of subordinates over there to rotate on duty, I don't dare to say in the long run, hundreds of them can still be captured for you. The middle-aged man said very confidently, but Fran secretly sighed "fool", and then spoke:

"Jeston, do you think a hundred samples are enough for a single study?"

"This time is not enough, isn't there a next time?" Jeston didn't care about Fran's cold water at all, and said very optimistically, but Fran didn't say anything more, everything that should be said was said, and the other party had nothing to say if it didn't produce results at that time, as for money, he became like this, what is the use of money?

The two of them walked in the passage of the prison with their own thoughts, Fran glanced at the demons who were dejected or full of anger, and a hideous and distorted smile appeared on his scarred face, and glanced a few times, and was about to choose two to go back to "study", but suddenly heard a strange shout in his ears!

"Love! Encyclopedia four! There is a private service! ”

The three words that kept repeating came out of the mouth of the "ghost", and at that moment, Jayston even wondered if it was a demon's curse, but soon, he seemed to taste something, and said with some hesitation:

"I, blacksmith, useful? Does he speak Victorian? ”

As we all know, ghosts are unable to communicate, although they have a language, but it is completely different from the existing languages on Earth, and even the language of each ghost is different, plus ghosts seem to disappear easily, so that even professional linguists can only scratch their heads in the face of these unique samples.

But now, there's a ghost who speaks English?

Although it is only three words, there is no grammar at all, but looking at the way he is desperately shouting, it is obvious that he is expressing his value to himself!

Jaston was happy in his heart, but Fran on the side frowned, killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed the idea of killing the other party immediately, and said:

"Maybe it's just a coincidence, it's better to destroy it just to be on the safe side."

"Isn't it a coincidence, just try it?" Jaston is just not good at the field of research, and he is not stupid, knowing that Fran hates these ghosts, of course he will not just listen to the other party's words, if this ghost can really curse, then how can he be willing to be pulled out of the magical items on his body? Well, by the way, does this ghost have a magical item on it?

Thinking of this, Jeston said to the bodyguard behind him:

"Go and ask Kalomi to send me a copy of the video of today's capture of them."

After speaking, he turned his attention back to Feng Xue and asked in a slower tone:

“Can you speak English?”

"Hiss! Hiss! ”

Well, although it has a strange accent, it seems that the other party does know.

Just as Jayston was thinking this, he heard the other party suddenly start muttering as if he wanted to prove that he really would.

After listening hard for a long time, he finally understood what the other party meant-

"The price of the shirt is 9 pounds and 15 pence."

"Did you see my pencil?"

"My name is Han Meimei!"