One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...
It wasn't until Mrs. Callan fell stiffly that Gao Er breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn it, I used to ask my subordinates to do this kind of thing, but I didn’t expect that now I have to do it myself. He shook his slightly numb right hand, squatted down and reached for the other person's nose to confirm that she was not breathing.
"Clang."
Suddenly there was a strange noise outside the window.
Gore's heart suddenly lifted!
"Who!?" He grabbed the cane tightly, walked quickly to the window, opened the sash and looked out.
I saw a black figure running into the bushes in the distance, shaking for a moment and then disappearing.
It turned out to be a wild cat, which scared me.
Goyle cursed secretly, returned to Mrs. Callan, and dragged her behind the cargo pile. After Philip had dealt with all the hired workers, it would not be too late for him to deal with the body.
…
Under the corner outside the warehouse, Lars squatted motionless in the shadows, not even daring to take a breath.
Because he didn't want to enter the hut in the dark, he found a remote place to relieve himself. He heard strange noises in the warehouse and leaned over to take a look. He didn't expect to see such a terrifying scene.
Gower actually killed Mrs. Callan!
In panic, he even stepped on the brick on tiptoe.
The moment he ran away, Lars regretted it.
Why didn't he shout out on the spot, or simply smash the glass and rush in to stop Gower
After experiencing the general strike, he thought he was no longer afraid of those guys who were riding on the heads of hired workers to show off their power... Unexpectedly, when he encountered such a thing, his body still subconsciously chose to avoid it.
After all, he can't be as courageous as Momola.
By the way... We must tell Momola and Horns about this!
Gall's move was tantamount to trampling on the agreement reached between the factory and the employees, and he should pay a bloody price for it!
After Lars confirmed that Gower had left the window, he risked his waist and ran towards the factory - the people in the transportation team had just finished their shift and were mostly near the storage yard. If he called them over to block the warehouse, they might be able to put Gower on the spot. Fu Zhu!
However, when he came to the stockyard area, Lars saw people moving out of the factory in twos and threes, and the commander was Horn.
The latter stood on the high-pitched cargo containers and shouted loudly to the employees, "Everyone, hurry up and follow Momola. The cargo ship is waiting for everyone at the dock. The extra compensation offered by the factory this time is not low. Let’s not fall behind, lest the people in charge talk too much!”
"okay!"
More work equals more income. The workers were very excited and almost rushed to get on the horse-drawn cart that came to pick people up.
Is there a new cargo ship arriving at the port? At this time
Lars's heart sank.
No, everyone can't go there, otherwise it will give Gore time to eliminate the evidence.
There is no point in recruiting workers at this time. You have to let the most prestigious horns speak. Lars walked around the outer wall of the factory building and ran quickly towards the cargo box, trying to tell Horns to stop shouting, but when he was halfway there, he felt that the blood in his body had solidified.
There is a black stain on the back of the horn's trousers, extending from the thigh to the ankle.
If it's machine oil, it shouldn't flow so evenly.
And with the help of the distant firelight, he could vaguely see a bit of dark red.
The horn is... injured
If the mark soaking through the trouser leg is a blood stain, how big should the wound be? Even an Iron Man wouldn't be able to calmly direct everyone to work with such an injury, right? Lars couldn't hear anything strange at all from Horn's shouting over and over again, even the ups and downs of his tone were basically the same.
This detail made his hair stand on end.
Now that I think about it, the position of the corner station is also quite strange. Not only is it far away from the crowd in the stockyard, but it also avoids the factory door. If he hadn't happened to come from the warehouse, he would not have noticed this strange thing behind the other party.
When he organized everyone to move, would he shout from a high place
No... that's what stewards and overseers do.
Lars felt an indescribable fear.
After only one day of absence, it seemed as if earth-shaking changes had taken place in Baiguoyuan. What was even more chilling was that he seemed to be the only one in the entire factory who realized something was wrong!
Mrs. Karan was knocked down in the warehouse, and her horn seemed to have turned into another person. Momola led the team to the port, but he didn't know who to ask for help.
Take a gamble and rush into the crowd shouting that there is something wrong with the horns
What should I do if I get knocked down
No, it's not what if... but it will definitely be like this - a flash of lightning flashed in Lars's heart, the horns couldn't have become like this for no reason, and Goyle didn't suddenly attack Mrs. Karan out of resentment. All this is Pagoda's conspiracy and their premeditated counterattack! The enemy's first target was the founder of the Relief Society and the organizer of the general strike.
Thinking of this, he felt like falling into an ice cave.
Without the leader, who else can step forward to save the situation
In despair, a half-beast figure suddenly appeared in Lars' mind.
Although she rarely showed up, she left a deep impression on everyone. She was obviously half-animal, but she had a temperament that was not inferior to anyone else.
It was precisely because of the truckloads of sweet bread she delivered that the general strike had the capital to persist to the end.
And the power behind her is the ambassador from the Eastern Kingdom.
Lars instantly felt a bit of warmth return to his cold hands and feet. He slowly controlled his pace, retreated into the shadows little by little, then turned around and ran towards the south.
He is going to the embassy district and tells the ambassador what happened in the factory!
That may be the only way to save everyone!
…
In the basement of the sanatorium, cyan mist was trickling down along the ice cap, filling every corner of the laboratory little by little.
The area sealed by the Thousand Words Spell has become the only safe zone indoors.
Seeing that the death fog could not penetrate the ice cap, Xia Fan and Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The living dead are indeed uniquely capable of protecting alchemists.
But the situation at this moment is still not optimistic - this safe zone is less than nine feet long, and the air it can hold is quite limited. If they are trapped here and cannot find an escape route, suffocation and coma will be no different from death.
Xia Fan immediately extinguished the candle in the ice cap to reduce the loss of oxygen.
"Why did death mist suddenly spray out from the ceiling?" Li asked puzzledly, "There was no sign that we had touched any mechanism just now?"
"Did Du Lin expect us to come?" Qian Yan's cold expression also had a hint of solemnity, "Or did the two people who were fascinated before wake up in advance?"
"I don't think either of these possibilities is high." Xia Fan thought calmly, "Du Lin is just an ordinary person, and the probability of a wild cat realizing that he has been exposed through covert action is basically negligible. As for the effective time of the drug , it starts at least three hours, and even those who sense Qi are not immune to this. I prefer that this mechanism is not triggered by specific people, but runs automatically according to time."
"Based on... time?"
"Yes, this is a defense mechanism that automatically kills and inactivates. Its only purpose is to regularly kill movable objects in the laboratory." Xia Fan said slowly, "Not only humans... but also evil spirits."