A few days later.

Dressed in a gilt women's dress on a black background, Scorti walked into the Imperial Academy of Life Sciences.

The Imperial Academy of Life Sciences, formerly known as the Royal Academy of Sciences, was placed under the management of the Cabinet after the end of the imperial era, and after a reorganization, it was renamed the Imperial Academy of Life Sciences, which was later established as the Imperial College of Science and became known as the two pillars of the Empire's scientific research. Every researcher at Nishizawa regards it as the highest honor to be admitted to the two academies.

Every person elected to the two houses, regardless of their origin, will be awarded the title of nobility canonized by the royal family according to their position, and the presidents of the two houses even have the title of "duke" who is not hereditary.

Although today's title no longer comes with any privileges, it is just an honorary title, but for most of the people of Xize, whose ancestors are commoners or even slaves, obtaining the title of nobility is still a matter that can be honored by their ancestors, and it is enough to be talked about for a long time.

As a leader in the field of life sciences in the country, the Imperial Academy of Life Sciences has taken over the research work of extraordinary phenomena. The polluters who were found in the hospital were secretly sent here.

Scorti entered the Life Science Institute, and after three security checks and four disinfections, she finally arrived at her destination.

A dedicated ward for polluters.

Of course, it is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a "ward" as a "prison cell".

The walls and doors of the ward are made of multi-layer special materials that are both soundproof and anti-collision, soundproof glass doors are installed outside the doors, strong iron bars are welded at the entrances and exits, and there are three steps, one post and five steps and one sentry in the corridor, and the whole place is heavily guarded.

There is an electronic display outside the door of the ward, and there is a similar device in the ward that allows doctors and visitors to talk without touching the patient.

When Scotti arrived, the staff apologized, motioned for her to wait outside the glass door, and then walked in alone.

Scotty saw the staff turn on the electronic screen and say a few words to the patients in the ward, before returning and inviting Scotti in.

"The patient's mental impact is more severe, and although he can remain awake for the time being, it is still quite dangerous." The staff said solemnly, handing a small alarm button to Shi Curti, "Your Highness, according to our past experience, please be sure to avoid topics related to 'gods' or 'faith' when communicating, so as not to irritate him too much. If an unknown language is heard, the alarm must be pressed immediately to activate the emergency facilities. ”

Shikorti nodded slowly: "I understand." ”

She took the alarm button and walked into the quarantine area.

The electronic screen was pitch black, probably because she was afraid that she would be visually contaminated, so the staff did not turn on the surveillance cameras in the ward.

Scotti took one look at it and said, "Please turn on the surveillance." ”

"But ......"

"Open."

Seeing that the eldest daughter of the emperor insisted, the staff had no choice but to press a few times on the screen and turn on the camera in the ward.

The moment she saw the faces of the patients in the ward, Scotti involuntarily took a breath of cold air.

Even with her preparations, she could barely resist the inescapable physiological discomfort caused by pollutants.

How do you describe him?

About, a twisted, indiscernible monster.

Perhaps because of the explosion and burns, or perhaps because of the pollution, his body now took on the form of half fish and half sheep, charred and black, with nearly half of his skin peeling off, revealing bright red, trembling bundles of muscle.

Calming down, Scotti asked softly, "Do you remember who you are?" ”

The patient in the ward moved slightly, and replied in a painful and muffled voice, "Nishizawa...... The 4th Division of the Army...... Corporal...... Victor Brown ...... Codename...... 'Wild Wolf'......"

The man in the ward was the same Nishizawa soldier who had vandalized the fuel tank that day and tried to blow himself up to kill the contaminants, and was then secretly rescued by the intelligence officers of the Blackstone Research Institute.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was lucky to save his life in the explosion, and luckily escaped the shocking fire that followed.

"What happened that day?" Poeti asked. ”

"Monster...... Fight...... Girl...... Spitfire ......"

In fact, countless people had asked him about what happened to them that day, and Scotti had seen it in the paper report, and now it was only confirmed again.

After patiently listening to the intermittent narration of the Nishizawa soldiers, Shikoti suddenly took out a photo that he had with him, leaned over to the camera above the monitor, and asked, "The girl you are talking about, the girl who fought the monster, is this person?" ”

The person in the photo is Carolyn Jones.

From the initial surveillance video of the burning of the school's computer room, Scotti has been eyeing each other. When she learned about the slum fires, she connected the two with some surprising intuition.

The Nishizawa soldier in the ward paused for a moment, his mutated eyes protruding slightly from their sockets, as if trying to identify the person in the photograph.

Scotti didn't rush, just waited patiently.

After a few moments, the Nishizawa soldier said slowly, "Yes......"

Hearing the answer she wanted, the corners of Scotty's mouth couldn't help but smile.

The purpose of her coming here was achieved.

Putting away the photo, Scotti looked at the severely mutated Nishizawa soldier again, and asked softly, "How are you feeling now?" ”

"I ...... Believe...... Deity...... It's painful...... The Most High Deity...... Sacrifice...... Dedication...... Who am I...... Mi…… No, I'm not...... Mi gardas ...... "He struggled, sharp and obscure prayers being spoken uncontrollably.

The discomfort that had been like a pinprick turned into a hammer blow, and Scotti only felt a trance of consciousness, almost pulled into hell.

At the critical moment, she suddenly bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, with great force, biting out the tip of her tongue with blood, and then the pain suddenly regained consciousness.

But she didn't press the alarm button in her hand.

Even when consciousness was about to spiral out of control, she didn't press it.

If she pressed it, the steel block that hung over the hospital bed weighing hundreds of pounds would fall, crushing the Nishizawa soldiers in the hospital room into meatloaf.

This is known as an "emergency facility".

"Your Highness!" The staff next to him shouted loudly as if his brain was being stirred.

But Poety, whose face was also pale, looked firmly and persistently at the Nishizawa soldier who was still whispering prayers on the screen.

"You are Victor Brown, you are a warrior of the Nishizawa Empire, you are the father of three children, and you are the son of two old men." The eldest daughter of the emperor shouted with a strong posture that had never been revealed, "Remember, you are not a monster! You are not a believer in any gods! The great and brave people of Niezawa forever - unbelief, ungodly! ”

"Don't believe in God...... Ungodly ......"

"Don't believe in God...... Ungodly ......"

"Don't believe in God...... Ungodly ......"

In the hospital room, the fanatical and twisted prayers stopped.

He muttered an ancient admonition that had been passed down for thousands of years in the land of Nishizawa.

He fell into a deep sleep.