In the narrow blue room, Anthony's brain is running faster and faster, and countless pieces of information are constantly being combined and consolidated.

After several translations, Anthony has mastered the basic Gattesian language, and can communicate with others in bionic language with a hoarse voice, basically without flaws.

A certain basic knowledge of the language family sped up his comprehension of the ciphertext of the paper, but it didn't seem to make any sense...... Whispers...... Whispers.......

A flash of lightning suddenly struck in my mind, what if the words weren't words? recalling the corridor out of the door, step by step, perhaps, this is the drawing?

He walked out of the room, walked around the dark corridor, looked at the various routes seriously, there were really clues, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Along the way, he saw all kinds of abandoned buildings, with strips and blockades hanging outside, imprisoning something, and howling from time to time.

Occasionally, I met a few ragged Gattes, their eyes wooden and numb, and they ignored Anthony.

The ill-fitting crowd made Anthony a little worried, he thought he was miserable enough, but the people here were even worse, which directly awakened bad memories in his heart, this place was similar to Will's Lower City.

As he went farther and farther, there were more and more questions, why there was a high level of mechanical technology here, but ...... What's going on?

It's strange and brutal.......

Cross the aisle on the north side to the final location indicated by the note, a tavern...... At least the door has a Gattesian "tavern" sign, and the poster also depicts a wine glass icon.

The cold devours the life force, but also the hope in the heart.

In the environment, any emotion is amplified, despair brings deeper despair, solemnity brings deeper solemnity, and that's what it is here.

There was no end to the dark alley he had just passed, and there was despair in it, although he saw the ultimate goal, but after a long period of movement, the wound was torn deeper, and at least he succeeded.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, he turned around and looked closely, there seemed to be no secrets here, the note was ...... , how to deal with the social relationship in the past, perhaps, silence is the best response.

Eventually, he clenched his palms and pulled the wooden door open.

The well-textured wooden door is less secure than its own ironwood mixed door, but the wooden door here is a metaphor for something.

Sometimes, wooden doors are also food, to be precise, fiber is food.

It was quite quiet inside, and the sound was not loud under the whispering, the simple wooden table, and the wooden chairs made of broken wooden boards.

Several strange guests, holding wine glasses, they all looked at Anthony together, and their cold eyes had a hint of oppression.

Killer, Anthony has been in the relief club for 1 year, this sense of oppression is a killer, and the killing intent once dispersed Anthony's thoughts, that is instinct.

With the inertia of his body, he walked forward step by step, and there was an amazing scene in front of him, the boss's left eye was completely composed of mechanical devices, complex and flashing blue.

The wooden house was mixed with machinery and looked inexplicably weird, and Anthony could not buy it without the currency here.

He could only test a little, maybe the boss would metaphorically say something, ignoring the killers who were staring at him, walking to the bar, silent.

The boss looked at the plate of the desktop in silence, disassembling and repairing it little by little, raised his head slightly, and glanced at Anthony.

This time, Anthony heard clearly, "How's it going there?"

The ambition to pursue the truth was on the rise, and he didn't understand what was being meant, thinking of the trauma and the ...... distortion in his body.

A hoarse voice and a dry Gatus accent mixed in a singular intonation, "Distorted." ”

The boss didn't speak, the device in his eyes flashed inexplicably, the huge scar from his temples to his neck under his curly hair, and he didn't know what he was thinking about under his paralyzed face.

He was silent, and Anthony was also thinking, and his brain was running rapidly, which now could only indicate that his body was distorted and that he had suffered an accident, as evidenced by the huge wound.

However, the reason and the specific steps are not clear, and these things need to be asked to the tavernkeeper for more information.

It always brought him a deep sense of powerlessness.

He observed the machinery on the table, and his limited cognition could not parse it, but he could see that the mechanical structure here belonged to the same device as the machine in the boss's left eye.

Maybe there's a connection, it's a clue.

The boss's silence also means that he knows, and his heart once raised his throat, that is, he knows where Anthony has been, and he roughly knows why.

Rush to the head

Crunch.

The door opened.

A man in a leather coat walked in, his face blurred, a few bandages between his hands, dusty and piercing eyes, he sat casually at the table, covering his forehead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mysterious and unpredictable, at least the killer doesn't look like a disguise.

In the silence, the eye skipped over the vertical lines and curls of the wooden tabletop, and over the complex mechanism.

His gaze finally stopped on the left wall, where the lights swirled, flickering with light and shadow, and the familiar portraits hung on them, but he couldn't remember how they were beautifully printed on the paper.

Underneath, however, are depicted with small gray dots.

Among them are old people, boys, and middle-aged people, and there is no result in random speculation, but it adds to the trouble.

He didn't use the scanning function, because he didn't know if someone else had a pocket watch, and if the tavern was on guard?

The scanner of the tree has suffered a loss, which has caused a certain shadow in his heart.

The boss picked up the wine glass from under the table, and an unknown blue liquid rippled inside.

Anthony spread his hands, he had no money, his eyelids drooped, the boss's paralyzed face finally smiled, the wine glass moved forward, and time slowed in Anthony's eyes.

Because, the boss's hands are rubbed together...... , he squinted, the smell of money, Anthony was very familiar, the taste of exploitation.

He had to take it, and he had no choice but to refuse.

Cleanly take the glass and drink it all.

The taste is exploding, bitter, or bitter, it can only be described as this, the liquid medicine is improving the distortion of Anthony's body, and recovering the wound little by little, and the injury and the liquid medicine are entangled and stalemate.

There is a strange itching sensation all over the body, peeping through the spinal cord and skin, slowly transforming the body, these are still a drop in the bucket, but there is a way to survive.

Everything in the world is priced, and the boss moves the rolled note forward, which seems to be a task that needs to be solved by Anthony.

His breathing quickened for a moment, and finally, he decided to hold fate by the throat, he took the note, turned away, and went to find the truth.

......

In a locked room, the scene in front of you shocks the vision, this is the boss's task place.

Narrow steel room, flanked by cold walls, hung with all sorts of discarded pipes.

Inside was a terrible smell, shriveled skin, sunken pupils, and food on the ground, but it was kicked over, and they didn't eat.

The blood-colored pupils stared at Anthony for a moment, then shifted, the corners of his mouth murmuring.

The voice was muffled and frenzied, and the ground was filled with cloudy liquid.

"Anthony, help me. ”

"Hahaha....... ”

"George is dead!"

"George, George. ”

They are crazy, but they keep a shred of sanity.

The crazy environment here impacted cognition, and the arm that was about to stretch forward paused at this moment, why did he have a sense of familiarity with these people, but he didn't know it.

How is this ...... Who is he, and what did the original body experience and die?

What happened?

"George?"

The corners of his mouth murmured softly, but he was heard by several people, and his blood-colored pupils stared at Anthony in unison, and under the gloom, his body was covered with goosebumps layer after layer.

The men grew more and more frantic, and one of them grinned, and inside was a sparse yellow tooth, "George...... George...... Dead, George...... Dead!"

A chill poured out, why? They were obsessed with George, was all this a distortion of human nature, or a moral degradation?

What the hell is George...... What's wrong?

The whisper grew faint, and then suddenly raised, and one man's mind suddenly became disordered, and he picked up a sharp gravel from the ground and slammed it into his temple, blood splattering everywhere, with a sharp cry!

That's how George ...... It's dead. ”

He had relief and tranquility in his pupils, relief .......

The rest of the people screamed frantically, "Dead!

The resonant sound was like fish scales, densely filling Anthony's mind, and his fingers trembled slightly.

The inexplicable impulse made him want to pick up the gravel on the ground and repeat his previous state!

"Die, die......" the whisper echoed in his mind, and just as his mind was about to be swallowed up, the potion took effect, and after it poured over and over again, Anthony gradually regained his senses.

In the empty and gloomy room, the pupils of several people became strange, "George, dead, who is next?"

Almost at the same time, they picked up the rubble from the ground and slammed it into their temples, splattering several streams of blood, muddy blood dripping from the ground.

The scenes of shared death are layered on top of each other, full of illusions, and Anthony is already going crazy, just having a clue, and everything is in vain.

"Why is this so weird?"

"Why are you familiar with those people?"

"What the hell is going on?"