Cheng Mo was first searched for his mobile phone and other items, and then his whole body was carefully scanned by an Albanian with a flashing white signal detector, but he did not find the signal of Ulopolos, and was escorted into the elevator at the other end of the hall by two Albanians, one left and one right.

With the development of technology, the instruments used to search for Ulopolos signals have become smaller and smaller, which is the reason why Cheng Mo did not add four skill points to the chicken option of "Ulopolos is invisible".

An Albanian guard pressed to the thirteenth floor, and when the elevator arrived, Cheng Mo was sent into a fully enclosed room with nothing but a stainless steel metal table and a metal chair fixed to the floor. Cheng Mo was pressed to sit on a metal chair, then his two hands were handcuffed to the handcuffs hanging on both sides of the back of the chair, and then his feet were also handcuffed to the feet of the chair.

The two Albanian guards had not yet left, but stood at the door, clutching their guns and staring at him with a wary expression.

Such a high treatment made Cheng Mo know that he was in a bit of trouble, but fortunately, "amnesia" was definitely a talisman to ensure that his life was worry-free, as for the torture that might come, Cheng Mo had already begun to do psychological construction, Jingquan did not let him break his arm and leg It was already an unexpected gain, but if he came out to mix, sooner or later he would have to pay it back.

He was prepared, so his eyes remained motionless at the center of the stainless steel metal table, where the glow of a chandelier was reflected, and the halo was full of scratches, making the warm orange light look like a blurry ball of yarn.

Cheng Mo tried to hypnotize himself, he kept saying to himself: "When you hear the word 'name', you answer that your name is Cheng Mo, when you hear 'Whereareyoufrom?' When you hear "Amnesia", you must answer "Yes, I have amnesia", and then shake your head if you don't remember the other questions..... Then the question shook his head again, saying that he didn't know......"

"Shake your head, I don't know ......" Cheng Mo didn't think about anything, letting his consciousness become as hazy as the halo on the table, and kept repeating this sentence in his heart until he engraved these words into his heart. It wasn't until Ayala walked in that he looked up at Ayala in a hunting suit with a frightened expression.

Ayala squinted at those cat-like eyes, looked at Cheng Mo, who was fixed on the chair, and asked in a low voice, "Are you a friend of Abdul?"

"Abdul?" Cheng Mo's eyes showed a blankness.

Seeing that the unexpected language trap did not call Cheng Mo to be fooled, Ayala remembered the incomparably powerful heart-attacking skills of the man named "Abdul" whose real name was Jingquan that night, so he turned his head and said to the guards on the side: "El Bidin, bring a chair over ....."

The guard answered and turned and walked out the door.

Ayala took out a silver box from the pocket of her hunting suit, she opened the box, carefully took out a needle from it, took off the needle socket, and walked to Cheng Mo's side.

"You... What are you going to do?" asked Cheng Mo in a panic.

Ayala didn't pay attention to Cheng Mo at all, and raised the needle to pierce Cheng Mo's wrist.

Cheng Mo felt the radial artery in his wrist tingle, and a stream of heat rushed into the blood, straight to the heart, and then spread to the limbs. Cheng Mo felt a little dizzy in his brain, and his consciousness gradually blurred. He tried to raise his eyelids, trying to stay awake, but he felt that his brain seemed to have turned into a swamp, his mind was heavy like a lead block, and it kept falling, and the lights and figures had transformed into countless ghosts, and the world fell into an inexplicable nothingness.

He shook his head vigorously, barely seeing Ayala pacing back and forth in front of the table in a shadow, and she didn't speak, just lingering on the edge of the aperture of light from the cone.

The riding boots made a crisp sound on the tiled floor, not fast or slow, like a drumstick hitting Cheng Mo's heart.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sound of his heart beating, like a drum sounding in his ears, Cheng Mo entered a psychedelic realm of extreme pleasure, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

But there was always a voice in his heart saying to him: "When you hear the word 'name', you answer that your name is Cheng Mo, and then answer the next question if you don't remember, and then shake your head..... Then shake your head..... I don't know......" The sound was like the sound of radio waves, and it was very distant because of the flickering and noisy sound of electricity.

Cheng Mo lowered his head and kept blinking, trying to stay awake with the stimulation of alternating light and dark.

After a while, the bearded guard returned, and he brought a blue velvet sofa chair and rested it opposite Cheng Mo. After another moment, Berret, dressed in the white robe of a sage, pushed the door open.

The two guards consciously exited the room, and the demon god Beret turned to Ayala and said, "You go to the monitoring room and turn off the cameras here." ”

"Yes, sir. Ayala nodded and bowed out of the room.

Cheng Mo still hung his head weakly, looking down at his knees, his lips twitching, and chanting something silently.

The demon god Beret sat on the chair, grabbed the armrests on both sides with both hands, and whispered, "Raise your head." ”

The majestic metal sound had a trembling sharpness, Cheng Mo subconsciously raised his head, staring blankly at the golden mask shining in the light, and the mask in his pupils seemed to have supreme magic, firmly attracting his attention.

"What's your name?"

"What's my name..... Name ....." Cheng Mo's heartbeat changed, and he replied: "Cheng.... Cheng Mo ....."

"Where are you from?"

"Huaxia..... It may be Huaxia, I don't know, someone told me so, and I also know that I am from Huaxia. Cheng Mo muttered softly with a confused face, he knew that what he said was not the correct answer, but there was always a voice in his brain that told him that he should answer like this, and the will of this voice was so strong that it kept echoing in his mind.

"Are you a chosen one?"

"I don't remember!" Cheng Mo shook his head after speaking.

"Where's your Uroboros?"

Cheng Mo shook his head first, and then said, "I don't know ....."

"You have amnesia?"

"Yes, I have amnesia. ”

"Don't remember anything?"

"I don't remember!" Cheng Mo shook his head lightly again after speaking.

The demon god Beret didn't ask again, he didn't even delay for a second before he stood up, he opened the door, and said to the person guarding the door: "Send him to do a brain CT ......"

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Cheng Mo came to his senses again, only to feel a splitting headache, a kind of discomfort and thirst after a hangover tormented him, he opened his somewhat heavy eyelids, it was dark all around, he secreted saliva to moisten his burning throat, and barely got up, the tip of his nose lingered with a sticky sour and rotten smell, which made him a little uncomfortable. He touched the place where he was sitting, like cold marble, and when his eyes adjusted to the thick darkness, he tried to stare, only to find himself in a cramped, closed room that looked like a prison cell.

After recalling for a while, Cheng Mo pieced together some messy memory fragments, he was injected with "truth medicine", and then dragged to do "brain CT", and then he was sent to this cell and locked up.

Cheng Mo felt that the other party's attitude was a little strange, he was not tortured during the whole process, and the interrogation was also very sloppy, but he just used the "truth medicine" on him.

Could it be that the other side is so confident in the effectiveness of the "truth potion"?

But in Cheng Mo's view, the "truth elixir" is very good for ordinary people, but it is not so effective for trained and determined people. The demon god Beret can master the "Hydra" is definitely not a foolish and soft-hearted person, recognizing him, he must know what will catch him, there is no reason to let him go so easily.

Cheng Mo was a little puzzled.

Speaking of which, Cheng Mo would be glad that if he left no stone unturned last time and killed "Ayala" and took Ayala's "Ulopolos", today would definitely not be this treatment.

But it's too early to say it's over.

Thinking that he would have to fight the demon god Beret next, he didn't think about it, but studied the room, which was not much bigger than the bathroom. There is a stainless steel toilet in the corner of the room, and there is a faucet above the water tank of the toilet, and when you open the faucet, the water will flow into the water tank, which is very environmentally friendly. In addition to the toilet, there is only one wooden bed that takes up two-thirds of the room.

Unfortunately, not only did there be no pillows on the wooden bed, but there were no quilts either. However, the temperature in the room is relatively high, Cheng Mo is still a little hot in his coat, and he doesn't feel cold when he sleeps. It's just that the air is not very circulated, and the smell lingers in the room for a long time, which is unbearable.

Cheng Mo walked to the door again and probed, the dark door was cold to the touch, and a little touch gave people a heavy feeling, most likely it was an iron anti-theft door, as for the door lock, Cheng Mo didn't find it, there is no doubt that this is a deadbolt that can only be opened outside. Cheng Mo put his ear to the door and listened carefully, but he didn't hear any sound and stopped, Cheng Mo knocked on the wall again, the dull sound of masonry indicated that the wall was thick enough, he returned to the stone bed and sat against the wall.

Because of his lack of memory, he could not calculate how much time had passed since he entered "Hydra", and he could only judge that he had been in Hydra for at least eighteen hours based on thirst and hunger. Cheng Mo is not particularly worried about his situation, being locked up means that he can't die, but it is estimated that it is difficult to enter the sky if he wants to regain his freedom in this situation.

At this time, he was hungry and his stomach was rumbling, which was extremely obvious in the silent room, Cheng Mo suppressed the desire to swallow his saliva, looked at the darkness and began to wonder who the "Demon God Berette" was most likely, and he began to use his powerful memory to retrace his intersection with those suspicious people.

The picture appeared frame by frame, but Cheng Mo became more and more confused. I don't know how long it took, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the other side of the iron gate, Cheng Mo straightened up and listened quietly.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and then there was a "pop", and a light leaked from under the door, and a clear yellow square was reflected in the prison. At this moment, the light was as dazzling as the sun.

Cheng Mo, who was accustomed to the darkness, was blinded by the shut-up. A wooden plate was passed through a leaky rectangular hole, with two loaves of bread and a bottle of water on it.

Cheng Mo hurriedly walked over and squatted down, he looked out of the window, on the other side of the iron door, he could only see the white robe mopping the floor, and the granite floor, he pulled his chapped throat and asked, "Why did you lock me up?"

The unforgettable metal sound of the demon god Beret sounded, and he said in a cold tone, "I have seen your brain CT photos, and there are no problems, so you have no amnesia. ”

Cheng Mo didn't try to explain it with the fact that "brain CT" couldn't explain the problem, but just rolled his throat and squeezed out an extremely dry voice: "If it's not for amnesia, what am I doing with your medical service for the Black Death?"

"I have no interest in what you do, and I don't have time to spend much time with you. I'll tell you straight that for some reason, I won't kill you, and I won't torture you to extract a confession, but since you've hit me, there's no way I'm going to let you go. I don't want much, as long as you hand over the Lord of the Plague, I'll keep you safe, and I'll give you an SSS skill and a good amount of contribution points. ”

Cheng Mo was a little surprised, and secretly frightened, but he pretended to know nothing and said: "What plague lord? I really can't take it out, and I don't know anything......

The demon god Beret said lightly: "I never talk nonsense, believe it or not." You think about it slowly when you are suspicious, and when you think about it, think about it again, and I will ask you again in a year. ”

Cheng Mo opened his mouth, and before he could speak, the rectangular window under the iron door had been ruthlessly closed, and the room was once again plunged into merciless darkness. Cheng Mo hurriedly waved his hand and knocked on the iron door, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang" echoed in the dark room, and he shouted loudly: "Hey, don't go!

No matter how loud Cheng Mo knocked or shouted, his footsteps were far away. Cheng Mo quickly gave up shouting, originally he just wanted to make a statement, and if he could get a better treatment, he would fight for it, and if he couldn't get it, there would be no loss anyway. He eagerly grabbed the water bottle from the wooden plate, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into his mouth.

But Cheng Mo didn't swallow the booze, but took that sip of water, moistened his mouth fully, and then slowly swallowed the water little by little, and drank another sip of water in the same way, Cheng Mo screwed the bottle cap on, returned to the window with the dinner plate, and began to pick up the bread and chew it carefully.

When people are hungry, everything is delicacies from the mountains and seas, although this bread only has a little wheat flavor, and even the sweetness is so stingy that he can't eat it, Cheng Mo also thinks that it is the best bread he has ever eaten.

After eating a piece of bread, Cheng Mo endured his unfinished hunger, put another piece of bread aside, and began to close his eyes to recuperate. The actions and words of the demon god Beret are really a bit inexplicable, and he told him that he would not kill him, and he directly showed the bottom line, and he would not torture, as long as the "Lord of the Plague", he didn't even have the intention of negotiating, and he was puzzled at will.

said that the demon god Beret was playing tricks of wanting to catch and indulge, and it seems that the script is not very well written. Kind of can't explain. He wondered what it meant to see the demon god Beret in a year, could it be that he would really wait a year?

The whole thing is shrouded in a thick layer of fog, like a suspense story. Remembering that he once imprisoned the "Xiyuan Temple Red Pill" in a mental hospital, Cheng Mo seemed to have gained a little understanding, which was not only the means of the demon god Beret, but also showed that the demon god Beret may not really care much about his Uloporos and the "Lord of the Plague".

Cheng Mo carefully touched the room again, trying to find out if there was a loophole for escape, the toilet was embedded in the floor, and the vent was a pipe. Maybe he can find a tool to dig under the toilet, but who knows what's underneath? Even if he goes down one floor, it will be difficult for him to escape from this building, which is not an ordinary prison cell, and can give him prison dramas like "The Shawshank Redemption" and "Prison Break".

"Saionji Red Pill has been locked up for several years, and if it weren't for Jing Quan, it is estimated that he would still be locked up in a neurological hospital in Malaysia. Isn't it possible that I have to rely on Jingquan to save me this time?" Cheng Mo shook his head, and sighed in his heart: "This is Hydra, heavily guarded, and even the Chosen One can't enter, not to mention that Jingquan is just ...... Monster ....."

"It's strange, why do it seem that the pupils of the demon god Beret are somewhat similar to the pupils of Izumi.....?

Cheng Mo thought a lot about it, thinking of Gao Yuemei, he was a little worried about her ectopic pregnancy, but at the moment his worries were meaningless. He reached out and touched his trouser pocket, but the letter and test sheet handwritten by Gao Yuemei were also searched by the guards. Cheng Mo searched all over his body, but there was nothing on his body, even the belt was taken away, and his pants fell slightly loosely on his waist. Thinking of Gao Yuemei, Cheng Mo couldn't bear to think of Shen Youyi again, looking at the situation, it was impossible to explain the situation to Shen Youyi for a year and a half, Cheng Mo felt sad in his heart, he knew how sad Teacher Shen should be, but then he thought again: "What if I can call Teacher Shen? Will she forgive me?

Although he didn't want the teacher to leave him deep down, he felt that this could be regarded as a relief for the teacher, "A gentle and virtuous woman like the teacher, a husband and children are the most suitable for her life, and now I am destined to live an ordinary life." On the contrary, it will put her in unnecessary danger, such as Jingquan ......"

Thinking of this, Cheng Mo was a little gloomy, he knew that it was the best choice for him to let go like this, but he was so reluctant. Cheng Mo remembered the dishes made by Mr. Shen, steamed eggplant with garlic, egg custard, and pan-fried sea bass...... Every dish Mr. Shen made was so delicious, and now that he thinks about it, Cheng Mo feels that he is full of words, and the hunger pangs rush from his stomach to his brain.

He turned his head to look at the shriveled piece of bread beside him in the dark, but he resisted the idea of picking up the bread and eating it, but he took a sip of water, closed his eyes, told himself to stop thinking nonsense, and forced himself to read the books in his head.

But as soon as he opened "Introduction to Particle Physics" in his brain, Xie Minyun's quiet and beautiful face appeared in his mind, and he seemed to feel Xie Minyun holding his hand and caressing his eyebrows. However, even in this silent prison, he did not dare to recite her name, which made Cheng Mo's heart swell with hot anger again, which burned him and made his heart difficult to calm down.

A few days ago, when he was in a bad mood, he would look for Gao Yuemei and use Gao Yuemei to temporarily dispel the unhappiness hidden in his heart. At this time, without Gao Yuemei's fluoxetin, the surging emotions almost swallowed him.

Cheng Mo recalled the bits and pieces he had experienced with Xie Minyun, and he gasped deeply in the darkness, like a wounded beast. He kept regulating his emotions until he was able to read a book in his brain calmly.

After reading the small half of "Introduction to Particle Physics", Cheng Mo felt hungry in his stomach, so he ate the second piece of bread. Then he continued to read "Introduction to Particle Physics", and when he was about to finish reading, Cheng Mo fell asleep groggily. Not long after getting up the next day, the small window under the iron door was opened again, Cheng Mo hurriedly ran over, bent down to see, but from the side of the door stretched out a slender metal hand, the metal hand was holding a wooden tray steadily, and there were still two pieces of bread and a bottle of water on the tray.

Cheng Mo looked out of the small window, and at the door was a crawler robot with only one mechanical arm. Cheng watched silently as the headless robot waved his manipulator to close the small window, picked up the wooden tray and returned to the bed, and began to eat.

After eating, Cheng Mo began to read the books he had read in his brain again. Reading in his own mind is quite energy-consuming, and Cheng Mo has nothing to do anyway, in order to fight loneliness and longing, Cheng Mo can only rely on this to pass the time.

The days went by like water day after day, and if it were a different person, in a pitch-black environment, without any entertainment, no one to talk to, and nothing to do except sleep, it would definitely collapse. Especially in the extremely quiet situation, for ordinary people, no light is not very scary, but assuming that there is no light, there is no sound, it is an extremely scary experience.

When the ambient sound is lower than 10 decibels, people will hear their own heartbeat, the sound of joint and bone rubbing, the sound of muscle tension, the sound of breathing, the sound of these human bodies sounds extremely terrifying in the claustrophobic environment, and people with good mental quality can endure it for ten days and half a month, and if the psychological quality is not good, the whole person will collapse within 24 hours.

Even astronauts who have undergone long-term training will not be able to last for two months. But Cheng Mo went on like this. Of course, this is also because this room is not completely claustrophobic, and there is a crawler robot who comes to deliver food to him on time every day.

One of the most important factors is that Cheng Mo is used to loneliness, and there are countless books stored in the powerful memory bank for him to re-browse, and when he is really bored, he can calculate math problems alone for a week or two.

But after all, such an unadjusted day is still a little tired, especially the lack of sun, resulting in a serious lack of vitamin D in Cheng Mo's body, people are getting thinner and thinner, and his mood is becoming more and more depressed, and it is more and more difficult to concentrate when he wants to read in the brain.

This is too fatal for Cheng Mo, he knows that his physical and mental health will be damaged if he continues like this, so he began to think about what he should do, the bad thing is that in such a room, he can't find a few cockroaches to supplement nutrition. Cheng Mo also tried to engrave words on wooden pallets to convey information to the outside world, but no one birded him, the food was still two pieces of bread and a bottle of water, and it was the emotionless crawler robot who came over every day.

As time goes by, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it has entered the summer, Cheng Mo has no way to read in his brain at all, the water in the faucet is also coming and going, and the soap is getting less and less, Cheng Mo has to be more economical, saving his scalp itching, and there is no soap to wash his hair, and as a last resort, he lets himself fall into fantasy for more and more time.

It wasn't until the days changed from extremely hot to cool that Cheng Mo regained some of his spirit, and on this day he tried to read in his mind again, but there was no way to concentrate, no matter how hard he tried, as soon as he recalled the first few pages of the book, soon Xie Minyun, Shen Youyi, Bai Xiuxiu and even Gao Yuemei would jump out of his mind, disrupting his rhythm and making it difficult for him to continue.

In desperation, Cheng Mo could only try to meditate, he recalled that Xie Minyun would meditate at the same time when he practiced yoga every day to broaden the energy channel, Cheng Mo found a simple posture and began to imitate Xie Minyun while practicing yoga and meditating. Unexpectedly, it was really useful, my mental state was much better, and I was able to read books in my brain again.

Cheng Mo felt strange, he knew that this was not something that malnutrition could explain. So this ignited Cheng Mo's enthusiasm for studying "special skills". Cheng Mo has been practicing for almost a month, but he still has no clue. According to Xie Minyun, meditation and yoga can only broaden the energy channel, not the way to establish the energy channel, but it can make Cheng Mo's depressed mood more relaxed.

Anyway, when he has nothing to do, Cheng Mo didn't give up so easily, and he thought endlessly about the relationship between meditation, ontology, yoga, carrier and energy channel every day, but Cheng Mo always wanted to start with scientific methods to solve this problem, after all, the release of skills depends on the understanding of scientific foundations.

However, there was no way, the most likely road could not be found, and Cheng Mo did not drill the horns of the bull and wanted to change his thinking. Naturally, Cheng Mo remembered that black magic also needs meditation to exercise mental power. There are not many books related to "black magic" and "meditation" in Cheng Mo's mind, and one of them is the "Book of Law" that he has seen in the Paris second-hand book market.

And this book written by the legendary dark master Alesk Crowley, according to Alesk Crowley, is the law of mankind entering a new era.

Cheng Mo recalled that his father had also looked for and studied this book, and his heart was beating violently for no reason, and he suddenly felt that he had found the door to a new era.......

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