The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 172 Part-time job
"Please stand under the detection door and stretch your arms out to the sides."

Lars Gul Al, who was wearing a blue hospital gown, followed the instructions on the radio and passed through the metal detection gate.

He is located in a certain interrogation room of the experimental base.

The interior furnishings are extremely simple, and the three walls are surrounded by a layer of soft foam to prevent prisoners from harming themselves.

On the wall opposite the door, there is a one-way glass embedded in it, which is too dark to see clearly.

Once standing in front of the glass, except for some people with special hobbies, it is easy to have an uncomfortable feeling of being peeped
A rectangular table is placed in the center with chairs at each end.

The tables and chairs are all made of steel, and an iron baffle is hung on the armrest of the chair where the interrogated person sits.

The security guards wearing iron helmet armor let Lars Gul Al sit in the seat and turned to leave the cramped interrogation room.

The baffle of the seat can be lowered and locked, so that the interrogee cannot jump up during the interrogation and hurt himself or the interrogator across the table.

The leader of the Assassin Alliance is no longer familiar with these procedures. In the past few months, there will be commissioners picking up prisoners from the prison for interrogation.

The person who presides over the interrogation is usually Harley Quinn, an expert in criminal psychology.

The Harley Quinn gave full play to her job as a psychological counselor for specially hired patients in the Arkham Mental Hospital, treated criminals with kindness, respect and teaching, and asked them to cooperate honestly.

In fact, even the most ferocious and tyrannical criminals with superpowers will become as docile as little white rabbits after becoming prisoners of the experimental base.

Because if you don't do this, you will be labeled by Harley Quinn as "stubborn and refusing to cooperate", from "criminal with reform value" to "garbage with reform value", which is used in various A consumptive experiment.

There is no way to do this. There are so many human body transformation projects in the experimental base, it is impossible to carry out without experimental materials.
Lars Gul-Eir took a deep breath, put all distracting thoughts behind him, and concentrated on staring at the lamp on the table.

Cooperate well, answer every question, confess your guilt sincerely, and show your loyalty to Li Ang. As long as you take these four important things as your life creed and engrave them into your bones, you will have the opportunity to be promoted from "experimental product" to "employee" and be able to leave the experimental base. Rebreath the fresh air outside.

As for whether the Assassin Alliance will send people to search and rescue the missing self, and whether the Assassin Alliance without his leadership will be usurped. These things are not important for the time being.

Click, the door of the interrogation room opened.

It was not the Harley Quinn who pushed the door open, but Leon himself in the iconic white coat.

"Good evening, Mr. Lars Gul Eyre."

Li Ang closed the door calmly, walked behind the long table, sat down, and said with a gentle smile, "It's an honor to see you again."

"Li, Mr. Li Ang."

The dazed Lars Gul Al is worthy of being a hero of the generation. He immediately put on a solemn expression, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "I have deeply realized my shallowness and ignorance in the past. I confess and repent. I have confessed to the fact that I have been engaged in low-end criminal activities for many years;
I deeply apologize for the damage and loss caused to the entire world.

At the same time, I am willing to actively reflect on myself, beg forgiveness, and contribute my meager strength to your great plan. I hope you will be lenient and give me a chance to prove myself. "

Lars Gul-Eir has been preparing this set of arguments for a long time, and even the slight twitching of the muscles around the nasolabial folds and the tears of repentance flowing in the eyes have been perfected.

If it is in court now, the leader of the Assassin Alliance can definitely win the sympathy of the jury with his wonderful performance.

However, Li Ang just smiled, didn't care, and said casually: "I don't mind giving you a chance, but I hope you can cooperate with my work."

The leader of the assassins suddenly raised his head, and said in a deep voice, "I will definitely cooperate!"

"That's good."

Li Ang pressed an extremely delicate pencil sketch portrait on the table, slid it in front of the leader of the assassin, and said indifferently, "Do you have any impression of these patterns in the picture?"

On the thick paper, there was a complicated and complicated image, probably a group of horrible, twisted and weird demons, kneeling on the ground, and worshiping the most central flame.

Lars Gul-Eir had seen a similar pattern. He opened those long-sleeping memories and returned to the day when he transformed from a mortal to a superhuman.

"The reason why I was transformed into an immortal person is because I fell into a spring in an oasis." The assassin leader said quietly: "There are similar patterns depicted on the rocks around the spring. But those patterns are much bigger than this one." The one in the picture is more complicated."

Li Ang nodded, and the sketch was copied from the tattoo on the body of the Semitic Abel.

"So, what about this one?"

The second sketch was displayed in the eyes of Lars Gul-Eir. The image on it was more complicated and complicated, and the demons and evildoers depicted were more exaggerated and gorgeous.

Even because the painter's skills are so exquisite, it is doubtful whether the monsters in the painting will come out of the painting and slaughter those who watch the painting.

"There are some similarities, but there is still a gap."

The tip of Lars Gul-Eir's tongue was a little bit astringent, as if he had returned to the smoky desert, tumbling into the icy cold lake, falling, falling, sinking in the boundless darkness.

"I see."

Li Ang nodded thoughtfully. The second sketch came from the blue-skinned Egyptian king. According to the surveillance footage provided by the Hellfire Club, this mutant known as "Apocalypse" was depicted with the so-called "Pool of Lazarus" similar demonic tattoo.

Abel, Apocalypse, and the pool of Lazarus, these fragments of information gathered in the deserts of the Middle East, together led the clues to a certain god named "Three Palace Demon", or a demon.

Li Ang consulted Constantine and Rebecca on the mysterious side, as well as the newly captured ancient witch—Black Queen Selena,
However, they are quite unfamiliar with the name Sangongmo, and it is difficult to trace the clues of that demon in the magic books of the past dynasties.

"The mutant race transformed by 'God' millions of years ago, and the apocalypse of immortality bestowed by alien evil gods before 3000 AD"

Li Ang tapped the table with his fingers, and his eyes flicked over Lars Gul Eyre's confused and anxious old face, as if he wanted to piece together all the information through a hidden connection, "It's getting more and more interesting."

The leader of the assassins looked at Li Ang who was lost in thought, and for a moment didn't know whether to break the silence.

"Oh, forget it." Li Ang shook his head and said casually: "Thank you very much for your cooperation, you can go."

The leader of the assassins swallowed, and whispered nervously: "Then my identity as an experimental product."

Li Ang stood up, smiled and held his hand under the fender, "Congratulations, you have been promoted to an employee. In the future, you must concentrate on working for me, Mr. Lars Gul Al."

(End of this chapter)