binary dead train

Chapter 406 Hein Finitz

"The operation is over, have you contacted the black doctor?"

"Okay, I'll come over as soon as I've placed the big man."

"You don't need to ask, I'll..."

Heine Finnitz half-kneeled on top of the running armed fighting beast, his black cloak blocking the splashing mud.

Soon, the fighting beast left the ground and appeared in a deserted ruin.

At this time, she noticed a change around her.

"I have a situation here."

Noticing the strange movement of the black mud around her, she hung up the communication and put the pink communicator into the trouser pocket with a short metal tassel hanging from it.

"Blazer...what the hell did you do to this body?"

Heine didn't dare to get too close to these tumbling pitch-black mycelia, especially after watching them suck clean the forelimbs of such a huge fighting beast.

At this moment, the black mud, except for a faint figure, has no idea what it is.And Blazer's life and death in it made her a little anxious, she was worried that the stack body would be damaged.

But at this moment, the twisted mycelium suddenly stopped its small-scale restlessness.

"Ok?"

She heard a sound of mechanical pulsation, the pitch-black hyphae began to collapse at a high speed, and retracted into the body at an accelerated speed visible to the naked eye, and a cluster of silver metal appeared in her sight.

The malignant transformation suppressors arranged along the spine appeared in Heine's field of vision, and she also clearly saw the gradually exposed back of the body, and in the glass jars on the sides of the two rows of malignant transformation suppressors, the The remaining liquid was poured into this body at an extremely fast speed.

Seeming to understand something, Heine heaved a sigh of relief, and tore off the black reflective robe she was wearing and put it on Turing's body, but at this moment, a dark industrial satchel was revealed from a group of withered and exploded hyphae.

"This is……"

Snapped!
A palm suddenly grabbed Heine's popped wrist, and the latter trembled all over, almost screaming out.

Turing opened his eyes, and what he saw was a white and tender arm with a spell-like tattoo on the palm of his hand, and several rings carved with thorns between his fingers.

Looking up again, it was a beautiful woman with short shoulder-length hair.The pink hair on one side hangs down long, and the other side is tucked behind the ear. On the side of the smooth cheek, a golden monster earring glistens.

"You wake up..."

Turing shook off the woman's wrist and quickly checked the integrity of the backpack.

The items were basically intact, but the machine "Returning Soul" had been crushed to an extremely serious level, and his heart sank suddenly.

But he didn't care about so much at the moment, a large number of hyphae began to re-invade the brain, he quickly replaced the canned inhibitor for the malignant transformation inhibitor on his back, and increased the dose a few more.He felt a little relieved when he sensed that the vicious strains in his body were beginning to weaken.

Unexpectedly, this insurance procedure was still used.

If the body is on the verge of death, Turing will completely let go of the control of the evil mycelium, which will greatly increase the survival rate of the body, and at the same time trigger the built-in program of the malignant transformation suppressor to inject all the remaining suppression after a period of time Antibiotic solution, weakens the strain, and wakes itself up.

The process was a bit different, but luckily it worked.

"that……"

The pink hair next to her raised her hand in embarrassment and wanted to say something, but Turing ignored her, stretched out mycelium from her arm, and disassembled "Returning Soul" at the speed of light to confirm its damage.

Fortunately, only some of the lines were broken, and the internal modular mechanical structure is basically normal except for deformation. It should be usable without the shell, but it needs some repairs.

Only then did he put everything back in place and let out a sigh of relief.

"Heine Finitz?" Turing raised his head and looked at the pink hair in front of him.

Leather neck ring, metal earrings.Leather boots with skulls, shorts, and punk black silk with holes, leather bracelets, metal rings, fine tattoos on the arms...

Where did Mikton come from?

The tall woman with short pink hair scratched her face, she seemed hesitant to speak, but when she noticed Turing's chest, she was startled suddenly: "You..."

Looking at his chest following the other party's line of sight, Turing was also taken aback.

A hollow with a diameter of ten centimeters was embedded in the center of the chest, and the scene behind Turing could even be seen through. The wall of the cave was completely sealed by the dark hyphae, and the internal organs could not be seen.

And he was completely unaware of it.

After a flash of expression, Turing had some guesses about it.

"Leave this alone. This time, you will give me a hand. Go to a safe place first and then talk about other things."

Turing glanced at the fighting beast under his feet, especially staying for a moment at the large number of weapons it carried, which were engraved with thorn patterns.

He didn't trust this Heine Finitz who appeared out of nowhere, but he didn't need to make trouble for himself now.

Heine Finnitz nodded solemnly, turned over and jumped off the back of the fighting beast, and opened his arms towards Turing. The latter also had no ink marks, and dragged his body with little strength left directly into the softness. He was dragged by the opponent and walked towards the depths of the ruins.

The fighting beast quickly burrowed back into the ground, and cleaned up the traces under Heine's instructions.

Heine carried Turing's shoulders and came all the way to the bottom of a ruin. Two gangsters who were smoking at the door threw away their cigarette butts and greeted them:

"Boss..."

"Where's Doctor Dog?"

"I'm waiting inside..." The younger brother looked curiously at Turing, who was held by Heine's shoulders.

"Okay, lead the way ahead..."

"No doctor."

Turing calmed down.

"Give me food, lots of it, high energy food."

"you sure……"

Turing raised a hand to block Heine's nonsense inquiries.

"Okay... Let the doctor wait first, you go get some food and send it over."

Carried by Heine, Turing walked through this hidden stronghold all the way, saw the sign of a huge thorn flower on the wall, and roughly guessed Heine's identity and this place.

In the end, Heine took him into a relatively comfortable room and threw him on a fairly soft big bed.

"Huh... your body is really heavy..."

Heine leaned against the wall on one side, panting slightly, then took out a carved kerosene lighter from the pocket of her shorts, flipped up and down, pulled out a long and thin cigarette, lit it for herself, and took a deep breath. a mouthful.

"The Iliad asked you to come?" Turing's gaze pierced through the smoke and focused on Heine's face.

"...well." Heine shrugged slightly, "As you can see, I'm the leader of this gang, and although I've been away for a while, this place is half-destroyed, but Anyway, someone can use it...

"Stop."

Turing raised his palm.

"The entire underground has completely collapsed, and no matter whether your existence leaves traces or not, the royal court guards are very likely to conduct a carpet search around..."

"No, they won't." Heine took a puff of cigarette, showing a sly smile, Turing's expression paused:

"media?"

"That's right. My brother called the media ahead of time, and now they don't dare to move casually. Now, I guess they should be busy dealing with reporters... So, it is very safe now. How is the situation? Have you got that thing? ?”

Turing's eyes flashed: "The Iliad really told you everything..."

"Cough... don't get excited, I guarantee that the Finnitz siblings will never reveal their secrets, nor will they betray you! Our interests are the same!"

Turing narrowed his eyes: "You didn't sell me, I believe you for the time being. But... Iliad became an agent, I think it should be to climb up, and find a way to get Robert Finitz from the consciousness of the Great Holy Grail." Fish it out from the storage center... In other words, your purpose from the beginning was to fight against the secret hall."

"That's it." Heine turned her head and scratched her cheek, "However, you may not know the details... In short, it is absolutely impossible for us to do what Trent's clue leaked..."

"It's entirely possible for you to leak information in a passive situation. Leaving that aside, my communicator was smashed by the hunter, and I need to talk to Iliad."

"This……"

Heine suddenly showed a troubled expression.

"That's what I'm going to talk about... the details."

She scratched her pink hair and turned her head away:

"If...you want to talk to the 'Iliad' who has been running the support team for you and running the support team...you are talking to 'him' now."

Turing frowned: "Speak human."

Heine played with her earrings, her voice suddenly dropped:
"In human terms... I am the 'Iliad'."

"Before Dad's accident, I ran the gang here, and Iliad was a subsidiary of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce. After Dad's accident, due to some necessary reasons, Iliad and I made a plan... "

"Because Iliad has been in the urban area of ​​Puniska for a long time, he has received the most attention, so it is almost impossible to act in secret. But I am located in the stable area, but I rarely enter the secret hall."

"So we swapped bodies... I brought my experience in running an underground colosseum and used my brother's body to become a manager. Compared to me, my brother's experience in dealing with high-level circles and the Tomi Chamber of Commerce is more Rich. So he used my body to infiltrate a social circle outside the system. It was all about reconnecting to the core, as you said, to fish him out of the consciousness storage center."

"So, the Iliad who has been your agent for a long time... is actually me."

(End of this chapter)