"Yes, strange species." Gasol nodded, looked at Muse and said, "The strange species I brought is very strong. I promise that it will never be weaker than the one released in the Great Swamp."
After hearing this, Muse frowned slightly, looked at Gasol and said: "Nonsense! Why did you bring this kind of thing? Not only is it troublesome and difficult to control, but also... As long as I'm here, you won't need it at all."
Gasol shrugged, and although his face was bloody, he still smiled: "Don't blame me, this is not what I asked for, and I don't have the ability. It was an order from Director Rommel.
General Manager Rommel said this was for safety reasons. After all, Gibran has failed once before, and now you have suffered another setback. He himself is currently busy with matters on the main continent. There is a problem on the east coast and he cannot come over, so he had to ask me to bring a strange species.
Having said that, even if nothing happens, is there really a strange species that, once released, can greatly speed up the progress of the plan? "
Muse narrowed his eyes slightly. After listening to Gasol's words, he narrowed his eyes and said: "So it was the decision of Chief Rommel, okay. In that case, then take me to see what kind of ugly monster it is. Can you Don't tell me that this strange species you brought here is still in its awakened state."
"How could it be?!" Gasol shouted, "It's frozen."
"That's good." Muse nodded and walked out of the hall with Franklin and Gasol.
…
Outside the hall, in the huge warehouse.
In the center of the warehouse floor, a huge sarcophagus stood quietly. The surface was covered with ice crystals, exuding a bone-chilling chill.
Gasol pointed toward the sarcophagus and said to the muse, "It's inside."
"Yes." Muse responded, stepped close to the sarcophagus, put his hand on the lid, pushed the lid halfway with a "swipe" sound.
"puff!"
Large streams of white steam emerged from the sarcophagus, causing water droplets in the air to quickly freeze into ice crystals.
Through the white steam, a huge body appeared in the sarcophagus, motionless. But even so, it gives people a depressing feeling, as if that huge body will wake up at any time and tear everything apart with brutal force.
"Strange species." After a few glances, Muse raised his eyebrows slightly and said slowly, "So it's this kind of thing? I thought it was an alien species or a bloodthirsty species among strange species. By the way, the one in the sarcophagus This strange species has been exterminated not long ago. Isn’t it inappropriate to release it now?”
"Having said that," Gasol said, "But according to the plan, everyone who sees this strange species will die, right? In this case, what is there to worry about?"
"That's right." Muse nodded and continued, "However, I will try my best to let the others die before seeing this strange species. After all, the East Coast is now my home ground, not this strange species. The breeding ground for the species.”
"boom!"
Muse closed the sarcophagus with a strong force, turned and walked out of the warehouse, "Okay, let's go."
"Uh, yes."
Gasol followed and left obediently, not daring to make any rebuttal.
…
Florentine.
In a quiet alley, a large courtyard, a gorgeously decorated bedroom, and a sturdy big bed, Sherlock was sleeping.
Florentia has been very chaotic recently, with large groups of soldiers constantly gathering and then leaving quickly, not knowing where they are going. Although this made Sherlock not much afraid, he still felt annoyed, at least his life was no longer as peaceful as usual.
Therefore, I fall asleep very late every day, and when I do fall asleep, I sleep very lightly. I wake up whenever there is any movement.
Then…
Sherlock, who was lying on the bed, frowned, opened his eyes, and woke up.
This time, he was not awakened by the heavy footsteps outside, nor by the sudden sound of fighting or screams, but by a rustling sound - this was different from before.
This is
Sherlock listened carefully and heard the rustling sounds getting louder, and the "squeaking" sound coming from outside the room.
Sherlock frowned, looked away, slowly took his arms out from under the neck of the maid Lucia, put on a coat and got out of the bed, following the sound and walking out of the room.
The sound became louder and louder, and the "squeaking" sound became more obvious, which suddenly gave Sherlock an uncomfortable memory.
This sound seems to be...
"brush!"
Sherlock opened his sleeve and saw a less obvious scar on his wrist, which was turning red little by little, as if it was filled with blood. At the same time, severe pain stimulated his nerves.
"ah-"
Sherlock screamed, showing a rare expression of gnashing his teeth. He stumbled forward and cursed in a low voice: "Damn blue mouse, when you bit me, I didn't even ask you to settle the account. You've tortured me for so many years." I didn't settle the score with you. I thought I would let you go after you calmed down, but you came back again. Look, I won't catch you this time and make you look good! Let me tell you, I have learned thirty-one methods of making mice. Food method, I must catch you and stew you!"
"Bang!" The staggering Sherlock followed the sound and knocked open the door of the storage room, and saw a blue shadow in the corner. The shadow made a "squeaking" sound while drilling holes in the wall, as if preparing to escape.
"Ha! Still want to run? Since you've been caught by me, then go to hell!" Sherlock said, and he quickly pounced on him.
As a result, just when he was about to catch the opponent, his eyes suddenly widened. When he saw the shadow in the corner, he suddenly turned around, his body rapidly expanded, becoming larger than a lion, and he opened his mouth to swallow him.
"No!" Sherlock exclaimed.
…
"No!"
Sherlock shouted, sitting up from the bed in the bedroom, sweating profusely, and looking too frightened.
"Huhuhu..."
After breathing for a long time, Sherlock recovered and looked around to confirm that he had just been dreaming.
Is it really a dream
Sherlock lifted up his sleeves and saw a scar on his wrist that was the same as in the dream. It was becoming congested little by little and became unbearably painful.
The maid Lucia, who was sleeping next to Sherlock, woke up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, looked at Sherlock, and said, "Xia... Master Sherlock, what's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"
"Um... I had a nightmare and I accidentally scared you. It's okay. You can continue to sleep." Sherlock said.
"Oh." The little maid Lucia nodded and was about to lie down.
At this moment, on the table in the bedroom, a crystal ball placed on a wooden base lit up, making a "buzzing" sound, and the color turned blood red little by little, looking very dangerous.
this!
Sherlock raised his eyebrows, quickly jumped out of bed, and pressed his hand on the crystal ball.
The maid Lucia was no longer sleepy and sat up and looked at Sherlock.
After a while, Sherlock released his hand from the crystal ball, looked at the maid, and said with an ugly expression: "Lucia, it looks like we are leaving here."
"Ah?" The maid was surprised and asked, "Master Sherlock, where are we going... where are we going?"
"Where I came from." Sherlock said, sighing deeply, "The main continent."
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