Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

The central tower is on the third floor, the lights are dim and bright, and the melodious classical melody is echoing in the ears. From time to time, service robots pass by and ask the guests intimately.

Everything seemed beautiful... no wonder.

It's going to kill me, we're going to be in this shitty place for four full hours.

The prying feeling never disappeared, and the other party's gaze was filled with strong evil, which made every hair stand on end.

But we can't leave rashly, the starship is still charging, the supplies have not arrived, and General Val's reply has not been received.

"Don't separate, no one is allowed to act alone." I said seriously to the five men.

Fanatics are just crazy, but they are not fools. Naturally, they also feel that this galaxy is abnormal, and their faces are full of guard, and then they are patted by me alone.

I slapped their heads with the palm of my hand, and I hated iron for not becoming steel: "Are you so stupid?"

It's so obvious, I'm afraid that things hiding in the dark can't be seen, right?

At your level, the Rose Army can still survive until now. I really don’t know if we are lucky or the empire is too poor.

Could it be that you and the empire are a pair of crouching dragons and phoenixes?

The five subordinates covered their foreheads, daring to be angry and dare not speak out. The Rose Army has a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority, and the strength is paramount. I am the only psychic, and I killed half of the fanatics to stand up. Naturally, no one dared to refute me.

We wandered around the central tower, and found more blood stains, all of which had been consciously cleaned, with only dark brown residue remaining in the crevices.I snapped off a piece with my fingernail, crushed it in my fingertips, and the dark red blood streaked across a horizontal line.

These murders happened earlier, and the deceased in the communication office on the fifth floor may be the last person to die on this planet.

I still didn't make a sound, I wiped my blood-stained fingertips in my sleeves, and hung my head, not knowing what I was thinking.

"Dear guest, do you need a hand towel?"

A sudden and cold voice rang in my ears, and my scalp instantly tingled and exploded.In an instant, my psychic energy was ready to go, but I remembered the ubiquitous and terrifying sense of prying eyes, and forcibly suppressed the desire to attack.

Harry No. [-] raised his head slightly, and repeated without emotion: "Dear guest, do you need a hand towel? Or wash your clothes?"

I flicked my fingers unconsciously, and then smiled politely and distantly: "A hand towel is enough."

Harry III's elusiveness is creepy, especially since he obviously knows that I have found the murder blood, and the evidence hidden in the sleeve must be seen by him, so he asks me if I want to wipe my hands or change my clothes.

But the weird artificial intelligence did not attack. On the contrary, it even handed over the warm towel that had been prepared long ago in a gentlemanly manner.

This hand towel is soft, white and warm to the touch.

I used it to wipe off the dried blood on my fingertips, reached into my cuff, and wiped it perfunctorily twice.

"Where are your staff here? Are you on a business trip with Mr. Zemore?" I pretended to ask casually, but my body was tense.

Harry No. [-] turned the metal limbs, smashed the towel I handed back to pieces in an instant, and threw it into his swollen belly.

Me: ...is this a threat?Right, right?

However, the artificial intelligence didn't feel that there was a problem with it, and even tilted its head like a cute, and replied in a stiff and cold voice: "No, distinguished guest, only Mr. Zemore is on a business trip, and they have been in the central tower all the time."

They've always been in the central tower, always, always...

As if I understood something, I opened my mouth, finally forced a smile, and found an excuse to push Harry No. [-] away.

The five Hanhan subordinates also stared round their eyes, quite nervous.

"How about we pray to our Lord?" one of them suggested.

To be honest, I want to strangle this Tie Hanhan directly, because when he said the word "My Lord", the already malicious sense of prying behind the wall suddenly became colder, like an enraged beast, wanting to To devour us in one bite.

This group of subordinates has no spiritual power and is as dull as a human being, so naturally they can't feel this weirdness.

I glanced at the other party coldly, and said in a low voice: "Go and get some food first, we also need to replenish energy, find some sealed packaged food."

Of course, I would not let anyone act alone, so the six of us, like geese, put our heads next to the vending machine, put coins into it one by one, and waited for the latter to spit out various snacks.

Sitting on a nearby rest bench, I took apart a chocolate-hazelnut-flavored energy bar, bit off half of it in two bites while holding it in my hand, and then poured down a sports drink that looked like a toilet cleaner.

Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, whether it is an interstellar civilization or not, the aesthetics of human commodities are still the same as before.

After two more energy bars and a packet of puffed food, I finally felt my heartburn subside.Sugar and fat can soothe human emotions, secrete dopamine that calms the nerves, and also slightly weaken the sense of prying eyes, allowing me to take a breather.

Probably the other party is not interested in watching a few humans eat potato chips.

It is a good thing that the other party has no intention of attacking from beginning to end.Sometimes, ignorance and dullness are a kind of happiness.If we can live in peace with the mysterious forces here, and run away after getting the supplies, that will be the best ending.

It's just that the other party will really let us go...?

I don't know when I fell asleep.

It seemed as if I was still pouring a drink into my mouth one moment, scolding Hanhan's subordinates not to run around, and the next moment I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

But I know I'm in a dream, and I'm watching the slideshow in front of me with clarity.

I dreamed that the summer wind blows through the tall tree crowns, bringing the rustling of leaves and the rhythmic chirping of cicadas.

I dreamed that my eyes were all white, and I had been lying on the bed for too long, and even my lumbar spine and tailbone felt sore.

I dreamed that strange patients were greeted and sent to the ward. They had the same sad faces when they came, but they were different when they left.

A ward can accommodate three people, but because of the limited medical resources, we have an extra bed in this ward, which is the one I sleep in. It is next to the window, and you can see the greenery everywhere when you look up.

The first bed is a young student who finished the college entrance examination a few months ago. Because he just had an operation last week, he cannot eat with his mouth. He can only use nasal feeding to transport nutrients from the nose to the stomach.

I haven't seen his father very much, only a tired mother is on the bed.One afternoon, the child had a sudden hemorrhage, which caught everyone by surprise. His mother was stunned for a moment, and while catching the fountain-like blood with the washbasin, she called "Doctor, doctor", and the patients around us also shouted in unison. "Doctor, doctor", it was as noisy as a vegetable market.

The second bed is a middle-aged couple who came from a different place. Their children can't come with them, so only the husband is taking care of his wife.The delicious flatbread, a specialty of their hometown, spread out to the size of a bed, rolled it into a palm-sized, hard bite, I almost broke my teeth, oh, that was the last time I bit it with my own teeth Things, looking at it this way, it's not a loss.

I can't sleep well in the hospital bed, not only the doctors and nurses often come to change the dressing, but also the crying and shouting of the patients and their families.The second bed was like this. I slept until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, and I was in a daze when I heard the painful crying of the wife in the second bed. She seemed to be afraid of waking up the patient, so she tried her best to bear it.

However, in this way, the voice became more sad and broken, intermittent, said to be crying, more like moaning/groaning of dying, which made people even more flustered.In fact, I have no position to accuse the other party of disturbing my sleep, because I screamed in the middle of the night, and the pain lasted all night, which caused dark circles under the eyes of the patients and family members.

The third bed is an old lady, God knows, I have been in the hospital for so long, and I have seen her have a family member accompanying the bed.Every day, I would come to check on her on time to see if she was well. It is estimated that there are only little doctors who make bed checks in the morning.

The old lady was in a good mood. She smiled and opened her mouth that had been stitched, and shared with us that after returning home, the needle mouth broke due to the deterioration of her condition, and she sewed it up again with needles and threads.

I think our patients are the real talents, and it seems that I am too timid.Knowing the operation on the second day, I put my hands on my abdomen with a peaceful face, and listened to "The Music of night" all night. After all, I chose this song in the "Music of My Choice for Death Sentence" that year.

By the way, this is just an Internet joke, I did not commit a crime.Injection/injection/death/punishment is popular these days, and prisoners can choose their own background music, and it is said that the number one is the theme song of a certain cartoon.

Everyone fears death, especially when it comes slowly.However, anyone who has been sick knows that the most disturbing thing about death is not the predestined ending, but the torment to oneself and relatives and friends in the long process.

Sometimes, you might even roll your eyes and think while stitching yourself stitches and catching blood with a washbasin: I’m bored, I’m tired, let’s destroy it.

But everyone wants to give you a hand, knowing that you are bound to die, but always with suppressed, sad and painful eyes, telling you that there is still hope for everything, you have to persevere, not only for yourself, but also for those who love you.

Sitting in front of the youth hospital bed, watching this coward pretending to be dead with his earphones plugged in, I couldn't help but twitched the corners of my mouth sarcastically.

"Don't pretend, how good your hearing is, don't I know?"

I reached out and pulled his earphones, letting the sound of discussions outside the ward reach our ears.

"The opportunity for this project is rare." "I know, but..." "You also know that there is currently no effective treatment for this disease." "Thank you, doctor, we know that this is the only way. "

I stared at that familiar face, too young, too naive, too embarrassing.

"Look at you," I whispered, poking his swollen cheek with my cold fingers, "like a pig waiting to be slaughtered."

The young man closed his black and white eyes, letting weak tears run down the corners of his eyes.

"Crying like this now, what will you do in the future?" I was a little worried, and squeezed his face again, "To be honest, it's not bad to die now. But I know, you don't want to die."

I got close to the young man's face, and in his dark eyes, I saw my facial features, which were exactly the same as the other's.

"We both know how much you and I want to live, we're cowards, we don't want to die."

I suddenly woke up from the dream, as if seeing something indescribable, unable to control my heavy panting.

In front of me is still the clean, tidy, empty and cold third floor of the central tower. There is a pile of garbage packages thrown randomly in front of me. The lights make my eyes teary, and I can't see the face of the person in front of me for a while.

and many more!

I woke up completely, and before I fell asleep, there were two men sitting beside me and three people sitting in front of me.

Why is there only one person in front of me now?What about the remaining four?

Why do we suddenly fall asleep?Can't even resist the psionic energy in the body?

I reached out to wipe away the physical tears in front of my eyes, and finally saw the figure in front of me clearly.

He is not my subordinate, but he has a very familiar face, a face that belongs to me.

"I" is sitting opposite, it's not a hallucination, he even has a shadow, and he smiles lightly at me.

"Hello, Sanin."

I couldn't react for a while, the spiritual power in my body was like dead silence, but the "I" on the opposite stretched out his hands, letting the light of spiritual power cover the palms.

This monster took my psionic energy?In other words, the power hidden in the central tower copied a "me" and sealed my spiritual energy?

"Why do you think I'm the monster?" The "I" on the opposite side tilted his head in doubt, "Maybe you are the clone."

I looked at him coldly, like looking at a pure fool.

"I"'s smile gradually froze, he shrugged, retracted his hands, and then conjured a bloody ax out of thin air from behind, and smiled strangely at me.

The ax hit the seat behind me with the sound of metal breaking.

I:? ? ?

Why did the agreed-upon drama suddenly become "The Shining"!

I ran away with my head in my arms, while insisting on complaining in my heart.