Another World: My life is on the hook!

Because a lot of evidence has shown.

There are many shady cooperation and connections between the plague doctor and the flesh and blood ruler.

They are likely to become the biggest obstacle to their future.

But anyway.

At least during this period of time, with Ser Egwene's attention, they should not dare to launch a second attack on him.

Immediately, Lynn turned around with a smile, and looked at the empty side.

"Miss Doll, anyway, thank you very much for accepting my new employment. I think we will be able to become close friends and partners in the next month, what do you think?"

No sound came.

But Lynn knew that Miss Puppet was by his side now.

The scene half an hour ago once again appeared in his mind.

He knew that the moment Miss Puppet accepted his employment, his image in Miss Puppet's heart had been greatly improved.

Although it's not enough to fall in love with yourself.

But it is also the most important step in building an unbreakable friendship.

This significance is still very huge.

Lynn turned around in relief, and strode towards his room. Logically speaking, after being assassinated by the plague doctor, he should live in another place, but to him, it doesn't matter things.

This incident did not cause much disturbance, because everything happened within the barrier, and the rest of the Night City remained as usual.

……

at the same time.

An underground hall with countless chains intertwined.

Sir Aiwen walked in the dark hall with Moriichi's body, then knelt down on one knee in front of the Hanged Angel, put one hand on his chest, and said in a low voice:

"Mistress, the attack on Mr. Liang Doctor has come to an end."

"This is indeed a premeditated attack. It is the work of the Epidemiological Group lurking inside the Night City, and the person who attacked Mr. Liang this time is also one of the members of our Drug Research and Development Team in the Night City."

"Their infiltration of us has become more and more rampant. Mistress, I think it's time for us to close the net."

The Hanged Angel slowly opened his eyes.

The divine light illuminates the surrounding darkness.

The Hanged Angel raised his head and said, "No hurry, we need to get more information about them. If we still can't find their mastermind behind the scenes, then no matter how many more purges we carry out, it will be meaningless."

Ser Egwene looked up at the great angel wrapped in twelve wings.

A trace of worry flashed across his eyes, and then he whispered:

"Mistress, there is something I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Oh?"

The holy voice of the Hanged Angel came.

Sir Egwene organized her words, paused for a moment, and finally said in a low voice:

"It has been more than 2000 years, and our suppression of them has continued until now, but why do they always revive after we suppress them every time? And almost every time, without exception, they start from within us spread and breed."

"Being able to corrupt us silently under your nose without making us aware of it is not something that ordinary existence can do."

"So I think the so-called mastermind behind the epidemic doctor is probably not a certain evil god or source from the outside world..."

He lowered his head and didn't say any more.

The Hanged Angel stared at him deeply, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Sir Consolation raised his head, and there seemed to be indelible worry in his eyes.

His shadow flickered under the light of the holy light.

at last.

His hoarse voice still sounded in the dark hall.

"Mistress, the plague doctor is our dark side..."

……

Time flies by.

Soon, night will come.

In the hotel room, Lynn was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, and the book on the table was turning slowly, as if someone who couldn't see was reading it quietly.

But at this moment, a furtive figure poked its head out of the window.

The flipping book on the table stopped suddenly.

click-

There was a very slight twisting sound.

I saw that the window on the opposite side of the room was gently opened a gap.

Vaguely, it seemed that a small figure could be seen sneaking in quietly, the long tail hooked the handle, and the window was suddenly closed gently.

A pair of furry ears stood up and moved left and right.

Then he saw a pair of sly eyes turning strangely.

Then that little figure tiptoed towards Lin En, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

There was hardly any sound.

It is as stealthy and swift as a cat.

It's just that what the figure didn't notice was that in the middle of the room, a pair of black eyes were silently watching her sneaky movements.

But Miss Puppet did not make a move.

Because she didn't feel any hostility or killing intent from that creature.

On the contrary, there seemed to be a hint of expectation and cunning.

Miss Doll quietly suspended in mid-air, sitting on two slender silk threads hanging upside down from the beam, holding her chin, quietly watching the little figure who touched Lynn's bed.

"Meow?"

The small figure blinked slyly, looked at Lin En's sleeping face, and rolled his eyes.

Then she thought about it, and climbed onto the soft bed like a prank, lifted the quilt from Lin En's feet a small opening, buried her head in it, and crawled in like a caterpillar.

Lynn fell asleep, snoring like thunder.

There was no hint in the ear, and there was a puppet lady in the room watching the night, and Lin En slept very deeply.

So he almost didn't notice the abnormality in the quilt at this moment.

babble-

babble-

A very strange and subtle sound sounded from the quilt.

Even the puppet lady sitting in mid-air quietly looked at the hairball-like protrusion in the quilt and heard the strange sound.

Lynn, who was asleep, closed his eyes.

I just felt that I had a very strange dream, which is not suitable for children. Lin En knew that it must be because the lust that was provoked by the puppet lady during the day had not been relieved.

After all, as a normal man, it is very normal for him to think day by day and dream at night.

But just don't know why.

It's just so damn real.

It's as real as if it's actually happening.

babble-

babble-

"Miss Doll, hurry up..."

Lynn babbled in his sleep.

Black Crescent: "?"

The figure under the quilt: "?"