Mo Lin's plain hand reached out in the exclamations of the crowd, as if it wanted to touch the wriggling purple flesh. Moxiso moved and came behind Molin at a speed that was seriously inconsistent with a researcher's identity, but fortunately no researcher had the heart to pay attention to this at this time.

In Moxiso's right hand, hidden in his sleeve, a faint blood-colored incantation gradually emerged. As long as Mo Lin encounters danger, he will fight for the danger of being exposed to his inhuman identity, and he will forcibly save Mo Lin's life. For no other reason, if Furlong is a bomb hidden deep in Orin, and Molin is the safety valve above the bomb! No one knows when the bomb will explode without this safety valve! At this time, Molin was of great importance to Fran, to the celebrants, and even to Orin.

Therefore, Mo Lin can't do anything, this is the tacit understanding between that majesty and these monsters.

You can fight openly and secretly, but you can't lose both.

Just when Moxiso secretly made up his mind in his heart, Mo Lin's hand had already reached into the open and closed chest of the wild feast, and countless wriggling purple flesh and blood were like crazy with the moment Mo Lin's outstretched hand touched Fran's body, scrambling to climb up along the hand that Mo Lin was in contact with Fran!

Moxiso's eyes froze, and the spell in his hand was ready to come out!

But at this moment!

Merlin chuckled suddenly, and she remained on her knees, reaching out her other hand, stroking the purple flesh that had climbed onto her arm. For a moment, the bright smile on her face contrasted sharply with the hideous armor lying on the ground.

The smile attached to the rather delicate countenance of the rather beautiful face actually made the minds of those researchers who had spent most of their lives immersed in the study of the black box technology of various lost civilizations feel turbulent.

It was a pure bright smile, but the purple flesh had gradually climbed up to Mo Lin's pretty face with the denim clothes, and on top of the smooth face, those tentacles gently raised, and then touched Mo Lin's pretty face.

Mo Lin seemed to feel the itch, and let out a laugh like a silver bell. For a while, Moxiso, who was behind Mo Lin, was also distracted, in his life, he had seen a lot of evil and strange things, and the divine envoy of radiance and justice had also seen it, but it was the first time he had seen such a perfect fusion of the sacred and the weird.

At this time, Mo Lin's plain white face has climbed on many small purple flesh, if you don't look closely, it will make people think that those purple flesh and blood are just some kind of facial decoration, Mo Lin played with the purple flesh that was a little naughty to her for a while, and then suddenly thought of serious things.

She climbed up to Feast's body with some difficulty, barely as she was a petite man, reaching out to drag Fran out of the cockpit. Although those incomparably strange-looking purple flesh and blood have never stopped Mo Lin's behavior. But how could the delicate and frail Morin drag Fran out of the cockpit?

As if sensing that Mo Lin's strength was too small, the purple flesh that climbed up her cheeks gradually retracted into the cockpit along the path from which she came, and then the fine purple flesh combined with thick tentacles emerging from Fran's side, lifting Franto, who had always been unconscious with his eyes closed, out and placing him on a stretcher that had been placed on the side at some unknown point. Just after Fran's body was gently placed on a stretcher. The purple flesh that had been wrapped around Fran's body gradually retracted into the massive tentacles, revealing Fran's silver knight's uniform. The tentacles sensed the fearful gaze around them, and they maliciously stretched out a small part like a python, caressing over the most familiar of Sato's bearded face.

Looking at Sato's expression on the verge of crying, those purple flesh with bad personalities seemed to have had enough of playing, and gradually retracted into the body of the feast. After retracting into the body of the feast, those purple flesh and blood did not stop their movements, and I don't know what the principle was, those purple flesh and blood gradually retracted into the bulkhead after entering the empty cockpit, and the cockpit full of science and technology that the researchers saw on weekdays suddenly appeared after the flesh and blood retracted! It was as if these cockpit walls had been there all along, and the starfish-like monsters even stretched out their wrists and feet and waved at Mo Lin as if to say goodbye.

Mo Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and waved her right hand to say goodbye to the cute little guy in her eyes.

The starfish monster seemed to be quite happy to receive Molin's farewell, and as its body continued to squirm, it turned into a pool of purple flesh, and gradually disappeared into the cockpit of the feast along a tube.

Only a rather eerie metal facility remains.

As an ivory tower court academy, Morin had never touched that thing, but the researchers present had been dealing with the device day and night.

It's a neural resonance device, and it's the greatest black box technology of a lost civilization!

So, that starfish monster has always been attached to the neural resonance device!

Suddenly, a group of researchers suddenly figured out something. The reason why Fran has always been in a 100% mental resonance state this time must be on the neural resonance device that has just been alienated!

As soon as they thought of this, they looked at the cockpit of the feast, which had no abnormal changes at this time, and their eyes were full of fanaticism and greed. What is most important to a researcher? That's the unknown! When they are faced with the unknown, they will inevitably be terrified, but when the panic is over, all that remains is a strong curiosity and desire to study!

Moxiso quietly took in the feverish inquiring gazes of the many researchers present, and then a plan in his mind began to be refined. At this time, the doctor, who had gradually recovered his senses, instructed several researchers, who had not yet been frightened to weaken their legs, to carry Fran back to his exclusive hospital room on the stretcher.

Yes, due to the previous test drive work that did not fatalize.

Fran was fortunate enough to have a luxurious single room of his own in one of Olympic's most mysterious research institutions. In fact, if you don't count the half month of sleep, maybe Fran will stay in his own exclusive ward for a little longer than in the Norton Pavilion.

Seeing that Fran was about to be taken away, Morin hurriedly jumped off the body of the feast and followed closely behind the limp doctor, who saw Morin coming, his mind was full of the strange scene just now, and he trembled all over, and turned his eyes to Moxiso for help.

It's a pity that Moxiso's thoughts at this time are not on him at all. Moxiso waved his hand and motioned for Sato to deal with the matter over there. Until this time, Sato's face was still stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but because of Moxiso's obscenity as the chief minister, he could only force a smile that felt like he was about to cry, and ran to follow Molin's left and right.

Watching the pedestrians depart, Moxiso muttered for a moment, gathered all the researchers together, and began to deal with some follow-up matters.

This time the coma didn't last long, and in less than an hour, Fran had opened his eyes and stared at the softly lit ceiling. Mo Lin suddenly pounced, and Fran, who was still in a state of confusion at this time, was suddenly pounced by Mo Lin, and immediately coughed violently.

Mo Lin let out a small exclamation, and then stood up in a little panic, his bright eyes constantly scanning Fran's body, and his plain white pretty face was full of unease. He seemed to be afraid that his flutter in the excitement he had just made would cause Fran's injury to recur.

Well, although the doctor said that Franco was just exhausted and unconscious, it would be good to rest for a while. But......

But...... What if that doctor is a quack?

After a day of frightening, the doctor, who was alone with Moxiso, suddenly sneezed without warning, and looked at Moxiso in a pale mask across from him, and the doctor sneered, "What did you just say?" ”

Moxiso was a little helpless, so he could only repeat again, "You keep Fran's physical examination data." Don't spread the word, or I won't do it if you beg me to kill you. ”

For a moment, the doctor's sneer froze on his face.

Moxiso got up, "That little guy's family is not a good thing. That's all, you're good at it. ”

This doctor has been in Precision Gear for a long time, so long that other doctors have resigned due to excessive mental pressure.

As for where does mental stress come from? Precision Gear is not a charity, and more than half of Olin's death row inmates are secretly sent to Precision Gear as test subjects. The only use of those death row inmates is to 'help' the researchers of Precision Gear experiment with some less humane and unstable products, and those who are lucky enough to survive the test will be sent to the medical team for treatment.

Although there are enough medical robots for modular treatment, doctors who are the commanders of medical activities are also indispensable.

But even so, many doctors could not meet those death row inmates who were suffering horribly day and night, and they resigned after a short period of patience, but this one doctor persevered.

But when the 'cogs' saw that he wanted to pass on what he had seen today, Moxiso knew that the reason to endure in this hell on earth was not ridiculous faith and humanitarianism.

Moxiso wasn't afraid that he would actually be able to pass on useful information, and whoever it was, as long as they entered the precision gear, their communication equipment would be monitored by the 'gear'. None of the classified information marked by Moxiso could be left in their communications devices, and as soon as they stepped through the door of the dungeon, it would be as if it had never existed in the first place.

Completely deleted!

This is the domineering of being the only artificial intelligence in countless planes.

Grasp your data!