Another World: My life is on the rise!

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On the rooftop of a six-story residential building, the strong wind blew. Lin En landed on the edge of the rooftop like a cheetah. He turned his head and glanced at the bell ringing in the center of the city, and then his eyes fell on this resident. The factory not far from the building.

It was clearly morning, but the door of the factory was closed. You could vaguely see the various building materials placed inside the factory, as well as the closed and rusty door of the factory inside.

"Are you sure this is here?"

Linn asked with raised eyebrows.

The bloody doll stared, holding a big umbrella, holding the doll, floating lightly next to his ear, and sniffed.

"I can't remember it wrong. There was a place nearby that cooked meat. The mysterious smell of torture of tiny tentacles and squirming brains in a hot and blood-red iron pot. I remember it very clearly! Extraordinarily dark cuisine! "

"That's hotpot!"

Linn put on his beak mask, quickly opened the detection angle, and looked towards the factory.

And vaguely.

Passing through the outer wall of the factory, he clearly saw the moving figures one after another inside, as well as the faint dark aura emanating from them.

And this kind of breath, the smelly breath that only creatures that have been in contact with mystery and hell can have.

"Let's go!"

Lin En's eyes flashed, he jumped down from the six-story building, and sneaked into the factory in a few seconds.

…

In the dark corridor.

The windows and exhaust ducts had been tightly blocked, and low and painful groans could be heard vaguely in one room.

The sound sounded like the short and hoarse throat sounds of a person with terminal lung cancer, occasionally accompanied by a few dry coughs, as if he was suffering from great pain.

The pores on the face are clearly visible.

It seemed that something was going in and out of it. Slowly, something like a long wireworm could be seen squirming out of the pore on his face at an extremely slow speed, and then it looked like the vines of an old tree. , snaked its way to the corner of his dull eye, and gurgled through the slit of his eye.

But it's not just one.

He leaned against the wall, and from his wrists to his chest, to his neck and cheeks, there were densely covered with long worms climbing inside and outside his body.

He vomited violently and spasmodically.

Along with the foul smell, one can clearly see the wriggling larvae one after another in his vomit.

"The test subject's experiments have been recorded and everything is going well."

"After catalysis, the target parasite reproduced hundreds of parasites in just one day. The effect of catalysis is obvious. It can effectively shorten the latency of the parasite, thus achieving the goal in a short time. Reproducing on a large scale can effectively shorten the period of time we control this city. "

"However, there are pros and cons. After using the catalyst, the parasite will be quickly killed and plundered by the parasite in a short period of time. This behavior will not allow it to be transformed into a puppet that can be controlled by us, but it can be used in the early stage disseminate on a large scale.”

In the monitoring room, several believers in black robes calmly held notebooks and stared at the experimental subject among the dozens of rooms on the screen.

"Has the capture of the experimental subjects attracted the attention of the relevant authorities?"

"Please rest assured that most of the targets we choose are homeless people and their disappearance will not attract anyone's attention."

"That's good."

The cultist closed the notes in his hand, glanced at the surveillance screen, and turned to leave.

But at this time.

His peripheral vision suddenly caught a flash of black shadow in a corner of the factory.

"What is that?!"

His eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, and he turned his head sharply.

"What's wrong?" one of the believers asked.

The cultist stared at the screen on the monitor and said, "It seemed like something appeared on the monitor screen just now, a black shadow."

He pointed at the monitor screen.

"Turn the frame so it faces the door."

The staff immediately followed his order and adjusted the angle of the monitor. With a slight rotation, the picture gradually moved in the direction he requested.

And at the moment when they turned around, the face of a young man looking up at them suddenly appeared in the screen. The angle of the monitor was almost facing the direction he was looking at. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a belt. Wearing a tall hat, when the screen turned around, it was as if he could directly make eye contact with them, and a smile appeared on his face.

Everyone's expressions changed instantly.

"Who is it?!"

"Wait! This face seems familiar to me. I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

"He is..."

But in less than two seconds, the young man in the tuxedo in the picture disappeared instantly. Yes, without any movement, he disappeared out of their sight and the picture like a ghost.

And almost instantly, in another surveillance screen, they suddenly saw that the neck of a cultist patrolling the corridor inside the factory suddenly clicked and rotated 180 degrees, and his body fell limply in an instant. On the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the surveillance screen there went black, making it impossible for them to see clearly what was going on there.

"Enemy attack!!"

The leading cultist yelled immediately.

He almost immediately sounded the alarm inside the factory, and the piercing alarm and flashing red lights rang throughout the factory.

The cultists who were patrolling and on guard around the factory all raised their heads and pulled out their guns from their waistbands almost reflexively. But almost at the same time when they were on guard, the necks of two cultists in another surveillance screen were once again twisted directly in the same way with a strange force.

The screen went black again.

And this time, the frequency of the raids was obviously increased.

The surveillance screen in front of them kept flashing and blacking out. Under their trembling gaze, the continuous black screen of the surveillance screen gave them an extremely dangerous signal that the man was coming towards their current location!

His target was them sitting in the surveillance room!

Too fast!

Too fast!

This is not something that humans can do at all. The one who attacked them this time is definitely not a human!

And in just less than a minute, as the screen of the corridor outside their surveillance went black, they suddenly turned their heads with a drastic change of expression and looked at the closed door.

Here he comes!

He is outside now!

And almost at the same time.

Knock, knock, knock--

There was a knock on the door.

And along with the knock, the lights in their room flickered again and again, as if the circuit was disturbed by some kind of interference, and the whole room became dim and bright.

Everyone's face was pale, and drops of cold sweat flowed down their backs.

Supernatural power!

This is definitely a mysterious power that is far beyond the imagination of humans in this world!

What to do!