Zion Street District (upper level) Noble Street, the road is lined with luxurious mansions of famous families. An English-style maid is accompanying an elderly gentleman with a big belly on the street.
Suddenly, the maid's eyes changed suddenly, and she disappeared into the street at a speed of 20 meters per second.
Only the confused old gentleman was left.
Street area (lower level)
There is a female stall owner selling pancakes. Because of her outstanding appearance and the signature maid outfit, many gentlemen, both men and women, who like this style, will come to buy pancakes from her.
Even though the pancakes made by this female stall owner are terrible, and to some extent cannot even be called pancakes, people still come to buy them every day.
Today is the same.
There were already four people standing around the stall who couldn't wait any longer. The female stall owner squeezed the egg in her hand too hard and fried it everywhere. Not even one-tenth of the egg yolk fell on the pancake.
In the end, it was packaged and handed over to the buyer before it was even finalized, but the latter didn't say much.
When the female stall owner was about to make the next pancake, she seemed to receive a message directly transmitted to her brain and immediately said, "Fry it yourself."
The confused customers disappeared into the street. Among these customers was a gentleman in charge of security patrol, who could not even see the specific figure of the female stall owner as she moved at high speed.
Similar situations occurred simultaneously in seven different places.
These are all maids stationed outside under Yuri. They have undergone special training, especially in sensing, and each of them is a top killer.
Their outing for the day was cancelled and they all returned to the Prophet's House to gather.
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Prophet House-Murder Detection Room
The interior is covered with 15×15cm glass panels, each of which exudes a dark red murderous aura.
Behind the glass plate are complex nerve-like lines that can receive brain signals from maids patrolling outside and create specific images of the murderous fluctuations in the city.
The room also features a black leather sofa against the wall.
Every time Prophet Yuri came, he just sat on the sofa and took off his blindfold.
As long as a specific person's appearance appears on the glass plate, the maid will be ordered to forcibly arrest him in order to prevent murder, riots and other vicious incidents from happening in advance.
current,
Yi Chen and Jin Zheng sat on the black leather sofa, looking at the glass wall tiles in front of them that could project murderous images, and they actually felt like they were in a KTV.
Accompanied by a burst of dense footsteps, seven maids with different styles walked into the room one after another and stood in a row.
This scene always felt a bit strange to Yi Chen.
Finally, Yuri, who was sitting in a wheelchair, came in and gave a brief introduction:
"These seven maids are newly manufactured, brand new humanoid maids.
Using more simulated flesh, genuine leather, and real brain tissue, her strength is not that strong compared to the maids who are mainly mechanical, and the "killing bond" formed between her and me is also relatively loose.
Use them to carry out the simplest thinking training. If you can implant even a little bit of thought, I will look at you with new eyes. "
Yi Chen looked at one of the red-haired maids with some confusion, "What's on you... pancakes, and egg liquid?"
Without waiting for the maid to wipe it off, Yuri explained for her, “This was my breakfast today. I accidentally spilled some on her when I was leaving the factory.
Also, their clothes are deliberately made to look old, otherwise their looks and brand new clothes would easily attract attention.
Ahem~ Okay! I'll continue to work at the workshop. If you have any progress or encounter any problems, please notify the mechanical maid at the door. I will come and deal with it when I am free.
Remember, don't force yourself.
Even if their connection with my killing intent is relatively shallow, their brains are still part of the killing core. If I forcefully invade their brains, I will be careful of the backlash of killing intent. "
"Got it, thank you Mr. Yuri."
Yuri waved his hand, and his personal maid pushed him away to the studio next door.
Of course, he couldn't concentrate on his daily work, so he kept his wheelchair as close to the wall as possible to sense what was happening next door.
Soon, the conversation between the two was heard.
"Jin, please implant a protective conscience tumor between their brains to prevent my thoughts from invading."
"Ah~ Is this really necessary? These maids don't look easy to control.
Although each of them looked like flesh and blood, I could clearly feel the special murderous intent hidden beneath their skin, which was completely different from the ones we had dealt with in the underground arena.
Mr. Yuri, although they are new, they seem quite special to me. "
Yuri, who was eavesdropping through the wall, was shocked when he heard these words.
"It's okay, just do as I say and make it as difficult as possible... After all, if I want to deal with nightmares through my mind, the difficulty will definitely be even higher."
"Okay~"
Yuri, who was on the other side of the wall, heard this and couldn't help but sneer:
"How confident is this guy? I thought he and Jin would conduct a joint mind invasion. He actually asked Jin to increase the difficulty of the mind invasion so that he could overcome it alone."
Yi Chen sat on the black leather sofa, separated from the Prophet Yuri by a wall. "Hey~ Jin, is someone talking?"
These words startled Yuri so much that he quickly tied a gag on himself.
"No~"
"Maybe I've been a little nervous lately."
Inside a KTV-like murderous surveillance room.
Jin walked past each maid in turn and put his hands into their hair. Regular layers of bubble-shaped tumors quickly covered the inner layer of their skulls, and defensive brain tumors with nervous systems slowly grew on the surface of the brain.
Jin had studied brain defense in the Cancer Palace of the old world.
Her master once specifically mentioned the importance of the brain.
At the same time, Jin was warned many times that cancer had almost unlimited potential, especially on the physical level.
But it is still dangerous for attacks that specifically target the spiritual level. Once the spirit is invaded or even occupied, no matter how much the body regenerates and proliferates, it will just be a pile of rotten meat.
"Okay~ Everyone's brains have been strengthened. William, this move was taught to me by my master. Although I haven't fully mastered it, the effect is still very good. Don't force yourself too much."
Yi Chen made an OK gesture, his eyes wandered among the maids, and finally chose the red-haired maid whose body was covered with pancakes and egg liquid.
"May I have your name."
"Yin Lina."
"Okay, you and I will stay in the room, and the rest of you can leave for now."
Jin pointed at himself with a confused look on his face, "Should I leave too?"
"You should wait outside as well. After all, there isn't much space here, and I may need to have a small-scale battle with Miss Yin Lina."
Jin left the room doubtfully.
Perhaps the shielding effect is good, and only a few noises can be heard intermittently from inside.
Jin, who was leaning against the door, did not feel the brain cancer barrier being invaded or penetrated, and could not help but wonder what Yi Chen was doing inside.
Twenty minutes passed.
Jin slowly put his ear to the door and tried to eavesdrop.
Coincidentally, there was a gentleman in the next room who was eavesdropping in exactly the same posture as Jin.
Crunch~
The door of the room was opened from the inside. Yi Chen tidied up his clothes and somewhat tattered clothing, and led Yin Lina out together. The two people who were originally strangers seemed to become extremely familiar when they exchanged eye contact.
In addition to the usual killing threads in Yin Lina's eyes, there was also a strand of strange substance.
If you look carefully through her eyes to capture these strange dot-like substances and try to integrate them into living text, you will eventually get an ancient word - epilepsy.
(End of this chapter)