【Qijie】The Kingdom of Eternal Life

The vast land is closed like a curtain of night, and the creatures on it are kissed coldly.In this languid darkness, the stars hanging all over the fields jumped excitedly, pecking at every inch of depressed soil.

This city is not as meaningful as the city where the tower is located. It is not particularly prosperous, perhaps because most of the people in this city are religious, and they believe in a more primitive and simple life, and do not use it very much. Neon lights, night life is also lacking.Probably for this reason, the stars here are much brighter than those on the other side of the tower.

After all, the branch of the tower is a branch. Compared with the almost towering skyscrapers like the headquarters, it is more low-key.Even, probably as Romans do, the building was built in the style of a church...

Pushing open the lobby door, oil paintings, angel sculptures, stained glass, holy crosses, holy water pools sprinkled with lily petals, neatly arranged choir seats, with Xiaojie's eyesight, you can clearly see the Priest.

"Nearby residents usually come to pray, and they also come to mass on weekends." The staff member who guided him casually said, "However, these things have happened in the past few days, and visits should be temporarily prohibited."

Xiaojie: "...do you know that religion is not allowed in the tower?"

"Ah, of course," the staff hurriedly said, "It's just opening the lobby on the first floor, and the priest is not doing it by our people, he was hired separately." Zhu pressed the elevator: "Your room is on the No.19 floor."

The decoration of the high-rise building finally lost the feather flying flower sculpture cross, which looked much more normal than that of the first floor.Xiaojie entered the room holding the thick autopsy report, and the staff said, "The night shift is on the fifteenth floor. If you have any problems with the autopsy report, you can go to the forensic department on the twelfth floor."

Xiaojie thanked him and closed the door.

He put the autopsy report on the table and flipped through a few pages casually.

With such a long time, it is impossible to find out the exact time of death. The final conclusion of the tower branch's forensic report only found out the month of death, which was about a few months ago.If you think about it carefully, it was almost the time of the Little Outstanding Academy, that is, that time.

The corpse rotted like this, and many clues could not be recovered long ago.He looked at the state of broken bones, and there was no fracture of the right arm in different degrees like Kate and Bonayer, but the bones all over the body were fractured and crushed in different states, as if the rotten and fragile skin was trembling. A bag of crushed sugar residue.

Of course, the fracture of the right arm of the latter two people was originally an isolated case, and it depended on the murderer himself.It seems that breaking the right arm is not a rigid requirement for this organization to kill people.

Slightly special is the cause of death.Although the bleeding and fractures were severe, the forensic autopsy revealed that both of them were brain dead.

Although their bodies were severely fractured, it was obvious that they had experienced severe impacts during their lifetimes, but the impacts were not caused by external forces, but... by themselves.

Too strange.Judging from the existing identification results, the two sentries went mad suddenly, and they were not afraid of pain and frantically hit, attacked the ground wall or... After the two fought a life-and-death fight, they suddenly Brain dead one after another.

If one ignores the information that their bodies could not be recovered after their death, these two people simply went into epilepsy and died suddenly.The cause of death was strange, and the process was also very strange, but the forensic doctor identified the same unknown substance with a concentration exceeding the standard from both corpses, focusing on the brain.What this substance is has not yet been identified, but there is a high probability that it is some kind of neurotoxin, which is the real culprit that caused the death of the two sentinels.

But combined with the records of the two of them visiting the cemetery, the situation is a bit weird: especially when combined with the obvious impact dents and digging wear marks on the inner wall of the coffin board.

This suggests that the two men, or at least one of them, had not died when they were placed in the coffin.They struggled, hit the inner wall, and finally died in excruciating pain due to breathing difficulties or neurotoxin attacks.

It’s okay if it’s just a visit to the cemetery. After all, the last mission they recorded in the tower was in this city. It’s normal to want to pay homage to the former chief after completing the mission.But there will never be anyone in the world—let alone two people together—who would go crazy when paying homage to the former leader. Hit the coffin plank with holes.

However, if we modify this speculation a little bit...

Maybe until they came to Kate's grave, everything was normal... The neurotoxins in their bodies had never been activated, and there must be a trigger for the neurotoxins to occur at such a coincidental time.For example—at Kate's tomb, they saw something that would make any towerman furious.

Xiaojie closed the stack of files.

He pushed aside the curtains painted with olive leaves and walked up to the balcony. The city was full of light and shadow, undulating into bright scattered mountains.The young man supported the carved railing of the balcony with one hand, and easily turned over with one arm.

Night Breeze threw himself into his arms.

He fell quickly in the night, and at a certain moment, he reached out and grabbed the railing of a certain floor.Because the impact was too great, the hard metal railing made a clanging sound and was pinched and deformed.Xiaojie hung on the top and relaxed slightly, then let go.

He stepped on the ground.The moment he landed, he stood up, and quickly got into the shelter like a cheetah hidden in the night. The remaining lights failed to catch up with his steps, so he could only stop regrettably in a thick line Outside the darkness, like a pair of needles and threads, vaguely sew out the places where light and shadow intersect, and lay out a thick blanket of pure black.

Xiaojie's movements are dexterous enough. Compared with many strength-oriented Sentinels, he is a rare player whose strength, agility, and explosive power have all grown in an all-round way.He walked quickly in the darkness, his golden eyes were cold and calm, like a ferocious cat hunting at night.There is no moonlight tonight, and although the stars are shining, they cannot penetrate the shadows of the city. Sleeping conspiracies and fallacies follow his footsteps all the way to the end.

He heard the sound of the tide.

This is a city adjacent to the harbor. Xiaojie's excellent hearing allowed him to catch the sound of the rising and falling of the tide. When he sniffed the tip of his nose, he smelled the salty sea breeze.

He stopped.

This is an abandoned factory, the chimney is towering like a sword piercing into the heart of the sky, discarded containers and fuel tanks are piled up in disorder among the scattered warehouses, Xiaojie walks in slowly, a few wild cats are startled by him, It quietly jumped up to a high place, dragging a paradoxical shadow and flashing past.

It has been abandoned for many years, the dilapidated iron walls are covered with thick rust, and the corners are covered with green moss, and the faded posters and leaflets used to keep out the rain are glued to the windows weakly. In the flower pot where something was once planted, there are a few dilapidated and twisted gray-black branches and leaves curled up, the soil is dried up into clumps, and the angle of the dry cracks is like a mocking silent smile from a person.

Xiaojie touched the rust and sniffed it with the tip of his nose.

Subtly, from the rusty smell, he smelled a rust-like smell, but with a fishy smell.

blood.

He was about to go deep, when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw several beams of flashlights sweeping across the dense buildings. Xiaojie hid behind the iron wall, and after slightly adjusting the visual scale, he saw clearly that it was a group of people. The cold and solemn man was hurrying towards a low house.

Xiaojie quietly followed them.He walked very lightly, like a nocturnal beast staring at its prey, his shadow melted into the darkness, and every beam of light that strafed everywhere failed to pick out his figure.

This team was obviously well-trained, and their flashlights were adjusted to an extremely weak level. If the darkness wasn't too thick, another person might not even be able to detect their lights.None of the lights were turned on in these low rooms. They opened the curtains one by one and got into the low room. The last one stood at the door and scanned for a while, then opened the tattered curtain and got in.

Xiaojie didn't follow.

He turned around and sneaked in another direction, lowered his footsteps, and glanced inside at the shabby and dirty window of another low building not far away.

A man stared at the entrance of the low house in the silent darkness, with a gun in front of him.

For a moment, he firmly controlled the entrance of the dilapidated bungalow, like a dragon guarding the treasure. His hand was always loosely on the trigger, always ready to pull the trigger to shoot the enemy if there was any movement.

At this time, he heard a little wind.

from the back of the head.

He didn't even think about it, his first reaction was not to fight back, but to pounce on the warning device placed on the corner of the table.A slender hand came over before he pressed the warning button, grabbed his wrist and pinched it hard, the huge pain caused him to loosen his hand, and the warning device fell to the ground.The man reacted quickly and stabbed his elbow back. The intruder released his wrist to avoid it. He then picked up the gun with the suppressor installed and swept it behind him. He pulled the trigger and shot three times quickly and fiercely. hair.But he didn't hear the sound of the bullet piercing into the flesh. The bullet spun and drilled three small holes in the roof of the dilapidated iron building. raindrops.

In the next second, someone grabbed his wrist holding the gun and moved forward easily. The moment his center of gravity fell, he knew it was over.His world was turned upside down in an instant, the ivy climbed on the top of the dusty window, drifted slowly and then stopped with the night wind, one after another dark green leaves rubbed against the window lattice, for a moment it looked like a dangerous wild jungle.

A heavy blow landed hard on the back of the neck as expected, and the moment his vision darkened, a pair of golden eyes that were almost bright and indifferent flashed past his distorted vision.

A prowling cheetah bared its fangs.

"Took my stuff"?

What do you mean?

Qi Ya frowned: "The reason why she returned to normal without splitting her personality is because she took something that belonged to you, and you... the original Anmikus could have used this thing to return to normal?"

Anmikus snapped her fingers lightly.

"What did you take?"

The girl stuck out her tongue viciously: "Guess."

Qi Ya: "No matter what it is, it is a fact that you hate her because she took this item. At least it shows that this item is very rare. I guess... and it is very likely that it is related to you... or even needs You can only achieve it at the price you pay. Like...spirit fragments."

Anmikus stopped laughing. She stared at him for a while, then suddenly rolled her eyes and said with a bored expression, "How did you guess that?"

The young man hooked his lips: "Just guessing, just kidding. It's just that you have been vague about the time when you were injected with the drug and deliberately led me...Combined with some loopholes in your statement, I can't help but suspect that this actually happened After you were rescued. The person who saved you also saved your runaway sister, used that potion to extract your spirit fragments, and used this to restore your sister to normal..."

Amikus looked at him coldly, with a venomous snake-like glint in her eyes.

Some scholars of the theory of spiritual representation insist that the spiritual filaments and even the spiritual images of sentries and guides can be visualized and extracted, similar to some chemical substances.But this theory has not been confirmed so far.Chi Yaben was just probing casually, but seeing Anmikus's reaction...

Bingo, he said to himself.

Qi Ya adjusted his expression a little, so that there was just the right amount of sympathy in it: "Of course, I can reasonably suspect that she lost her memory after going through this trip. I can't recognize you, the sister who made a huge sacrifice for her."

Amikus pursed her lips angrily like a moody child, fell silent for a while, and suddenly screamed, "I have nothing to tell you, get out!"

Her voice was so sharp that it almost hurt Qi Ya's eardrums.During these few sentences, her emotions fluctuated a bit strangely. Until just now, although she cooperated almost without saying anything, but at this moment, she suddenly seemed like an irritated lioness, raising her whole body. Mao Mao turned around in the room, trying to restrain his sharp claws.

"Calm down," Chiya said.He glanced at the camera and signaled the people in the monitoring room to quietly inject the sedative gas.

The surveillance staff moved quickly, and after about a minute, Anmikus calmed down a little.Qi Ya waited for a few more minutes, and after her breathing and heartbeat gradually returned to a relatively peaceful level, she opened her mouth and said, "I'll ask one last question."

Anmikus closed her eyes and took two deep breaths, then turned to face him, with a gentle, mask-like smile on her face again: "You've been asking questions all night, let me ask you How about a question?"

Qi Ya frowned slightly, and the monitor in the headset hurriedly stopped him: "Please don't believe her—"

Before the words were finished, Anmikus had already spoken.She held that delicate and fake smile, without any smile in her eyes, like a goddess overlooking the world mercifully and indifferently, and said softly and softly:

"Can you tell me, please, what time is it?"

The surveillance personnel obviously didn't expect such a question, and it took a while before they said the time.When interrogating the situation, it is not allowed to bring watches or electronic devices, Qi Ya relayed: "It's almost twelve o'clock."

Anmikus didn't say anything more, she seemed to be soothed by these simple words, and the restlessness that stood up all over her body like sharp thorns subsided like an ebb tide, and she was that capable girl again.She smiled and said: "It's so late, I'm going to have a beauty sleep. It's not okay for women to go to bed too late. Here, you said, the last question. But there will be a fee."

Qi Ya didn't bother to pay attention to her rhetoric, he learned very early not to talk nonsense with the mission target.He simply said: "Who saved you in that fire, and later used you to save your sister? With all due respect, I don't think there is any benefit in defending this person."

Who is manipulating all of this behind the scenes and rescued the young experimental subject girl from the fire scene?

Anmykus looked at him.

After watching it for a long time, she sighed regretfully and abruptly: "Why are you so smart?"

"It's not good to be too smart." With her left hand behind her back, she put her right index finger on her lips, lowered her voice, and said very softly, "The god is very mean...be careful...he will punish you."

Qi Ya looked at the mysterious woman with a blank face. If he went to the show, he might be the type of audience who would not cooperate with the magician's performance.The girl curled her lips and put her right hand down: "You are so boring, no wonder Xiaojie stopped playing with you—"

Qi Ya clicked his tongue, took a step forward, crossed his arms, and looked down at her.He is tall and slender, with handsome and profound eyebrows, and silver eyes that are so clear that they are almost cold, and they are extremely oppressive when they look down.Anmikus sighed: "Okay, okay. Anyway, I'm useless."

She said: "The one who saved her and killed her...is the lighthouse jellyfish."

at the same time.

The man who was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly sat up, the book covering his face slipped and hit the ground.He didn't mean to bend down to pick it up. He yawned and glanced at the huge horizontal mirror in the room.The room and himself were reflected in it.

It is a mirror and it is also a window.It's just a one-way window.Men cannot see the world behind the mirror through that mirror.But he didn't seem to care about this, sitting on the bed looking at the mirror and stroking his fluffy hair.His hair was originally extremely short, but it grew out during his time in captivity, and the "S" pattern shaved on the right side of his scalp was almost blurred.The man looked at himself left and right, then stood up, walked to the mirror, and grinned at the mirror.

There were vertical lines between his brows, and he looked very fierce. This smile was not necessarily soft, but on the contrary, it had a strange, provocative and provocative taste.His room was naturally monitored, but he didn't seem to care whether his actions would be seen by the monitoring personnel.

He walked leisurely to the door.As if he was not a suspect in custody but a king touring his realm.

Two seconds later, the electronic screen welded to the heavy high-tech door stopped flowing data, and a thin crack slowly opened.At the same time, a nail quickly drilled through the gap and accurately nailed the working camera.The latter made a crisp click and died.

"Punctual," said Sendrick.

The door was blown open by the wind.It reveals the guards and robots slumped to the ground in all directions in the corridor.White smoke was emitting from the head of the machine, chaotic codes flashed on the display screen, laser guns, unscrewed alloy arms, and alloy ankles smashed all over the ground in a mess, and a young man stood among the scattered mechanical waste.He said blankly: "Professional ethics."

Sendrick carefully walked around a stun gun that was firing and walked up to him.The latter threw a pocket watch into his arms and said, "Let's go. Your men are already attacking."

His last word landed, and the whole tall building that pierced into the sky like a sword suddenly trembled.

The colorful lights that fell into the city like stars jumped twice violently like being poured into a waterfall.Cendrick supported the wall, hung the pocket watch with a lighthouse jellyfish engraved on the back of the dial casually around his neck, and sighed with a smile: "This movement is too big."

The killer had no intention of answering the employer, but took him away quickly along the planned route.He is obviously well-trained enough, and somehow he has prepared an internal pass in advance, and the road is almost unimpeded.

It was late at night, and even in the tower, most of the people were not working.Most of the combat power in the tower was attracted by the attack of Sendrick's men, and Sendrick even wondered if they had noticed that he had escaped from prison.The tower is indeed a giant, but just like most institutions with huge systems in the world, although it can operate on its own in normal times, when faced with emergencies, its response is always much slower.

Especially when the internal system of this behemoth itself has been partly hollowed out.

Sendrick followed the killer around the high-rise building with great interest, and the latter was like a completely emotionless machine while completing the task.Like the metal that crawled at his feet.But he has a beautiful appearance that is far beyond the reach of machines, and when viewed from the side, he looks like a finely crafted doll without a trace of fireworks.

Although the other party came from the famous family of beating enemies, the big drug lord who was born not knowing how to write the words fear and reserve still couldn't help maintaining his usual style of facing beauties, saying: "How many nuns will it take to treat the beauty?" You bought it?"

Although he wasn't afraid of this beautiful but deadly killer, the big drug lord, whose hands were covered in blood and flames of war, couldn't help but pause slightly when those empty, pure black eyes rolled over. pause.

Ilmi Beat the Enemy looked back, he pinned his long black hair behind his ears, raised his hand and shot three nails.

"Sorry, already engaged," he said.

"Personal issue, a 30 ordained nun." He added. "Please call my account later."

TBC.