Several rat eyes embedded in the corners of the interrogation room had been interfered with by Little Grape's childish magic and were unable to provide surveillance images.
only,
In the plague bed monitoring room, a rat with a bloated belly was enjoying its donuts.
They can be said to be the most relaxed group of people in Rat City, because it is almost impossible for anyone to cause trouble in the plague bed. They have long been accustomed to slacking off all day, and even looking up at the surveillance camera makes them tired.
Little Grape even went against the eye nerves and observed the status of the monitoring room in reverse.
William, who was originally preparing to cause trouble, showed a helpless smile when he saw this scene, and simply played with the quarantine officer who seemed to be corroded by the abyss.
With his hood pulled up and his signature needle-pierced mask on, William looked like a real inquisitor from the monastery.
Then, he used his clothes to grow leather gloves that exuded the apostle's aura, and pressed his fists on the table, exerting tremendous psychological pressure on the opponent.
Role reversal.
"Now it's my turn to ask questions. What is the name of the person in charge of the plague bed? What are his characteristics? Has the pathway been completed?"
"Dugal Plagueheart, your Excellency was granted the title of Green Prime Minister a long time ago, and has now found the green door that represents the plague while exploring the plague.
In a short time, when we have made a breakthrough in our research, you will complete the final path and become the second person to complete the path after Lord Moon.
At that time, we will also start the plague expansion plan and transport the plague-containing ores to the surrounding areas."
William seemed very happy to receive the news. "Huh~ I was shocked. It turns out that you are still on the path. I thought there would be two people in Rat City who have completed the path... That's good.
If I destroy the entire plague bed and kill the green chancellor, do you have any objection?"
“I have an opinion. Lord Dugar is the pillar of Rat City. It is because of the plague he studied that Rat City can exist without the protection of the Moon Lord and continue to have the right to rule the Dark Nest Mine.
If you die and the plague disappears, the entire Rat City will be completely swallowed up by the dilapidated old world."
"Is that so... It seems that the rat people you captured were all used as research materials, and none of them could escape. Even you were bound by the plague, and you have to use an external device to maintain your life for the rest of your life.
Does this kind of no-holds-barred lifestyle make sense?"
The quarantine officer replied calmly, "They are just the most humble rat people. They were born to continue the will of the tribe. Every rat person who was sent here as material should feel proud and proud."
"Hey~ You should have family or friends too, right
When they were sent here as materials for research and processing, were they proud and proud? How did you feel at that time
I guess it must be very uncomfortable, right? Do you really think that this kind of plague management is good? Or is it just your personal compromise, a compromise that you can't do anything about?"
"I… "
William's whisper forced the quarantine officer's memory to awaken, and his rat claws began to scratch his head frantically.
In this process, William did not use direct education, but at most strengthened the effect of language.
He then leaned forward to get close to the other person's ear and whispered:
"How about it? Why don't you join me in the rebellion... and then find another reasonable and reasonable way to keep Rat City alive.
You just need to lead me to the green prime minister's bedroom, and I will take care of the rest."
"Okay! No...Okay! No..."
The whispering effect began to take effect, and the quarantine officer fell into a state of intense struggle.
Just when he was about to figure it out, snap! His skull cracked and dark tentacles emerged from it.
William frowned at this situation. "Hmm! I fell into a strong self-contradiction and my consciousness was weakened. Did I accidentally get possessed by the will of the abyss... Damn it! I was so close to achieving 'verbal enlightenment'."
At this moment, the quarantine officer suddenly pounced on William across the table as if he had gone mad.
Bang!
However, William slapped the table directly!
The huge force of the palm strike caused the other end of the table to tilt upwards, hitting the quarantine officer's jaw and knocking him into the air.
The suitcase was not opened.
William simply clenched his leather-gloved right fist and punched it straight at his abdomen, pouring his physical strength into it.
Like a balloon exploding,
The quarantine officer's protective suit exploded along with his body. In addition to his already rotten organs and green blood mixed with infectious diseases, there were also several black tentacles scattered on the ground.
These tiny creatures of the abyss crawled towards William like snakes and worms, attempting to invade.
Just as it was about to get closer, a ray of light shone in.
The tentacles exposed to the white candlelight evaporated quickly, leaving no trace.
At the door of the interrogation room, Thirteen, with Bai Zhu on his head, whispered, "Teacher, I have thought it through carefully this time! The current situation must be a full-scale war with the plague bed, so I should not hold back."
William nodded slightly, then blew away the black liquid on the surface of his right fist, looked at the quarantine officer whose body had been turned into powder, and did not linger any longer.
"Well, let's get started! Thirteen, help me get the suitcase."
"Teacher, don't you use weapons?"
"No."
Unbutton the three rows of buttons on the suit.
Roll up your sleeves to your elbows.
Unbutton the tie and unbutton the top button of the shirt.
Gently pulling the edges of the two gloves representing the apostle's skin, death is attached to the surface.
Move your fingers along the collar and twist your neck.
Everything was ready, William raised his right leg and kicked out... Ka! The reinforced and sealed iron door of the interrogation room was kicked into scrap metal, and even a deep dent was made on the wall.
Suddenly,
Alarm bells are ringing in plague-bed areas.
The two sides of the passage where William was located were instantly crowded with quarantine officers wearing protective clothing, and at the same time, strange-looking plague-modified bodies were released.
William asked with a relaxed look: "Hey! Does anyone know how to get to Dugar's office?"
Seeing the young man calling out Dugar's name, the rats in the passage immediately ran away.
…
Deep in the warp, a tent floats.
Circus of Fear.
After the formal performance is over, the tent, which has eaten a lot, will undergo a period of digestion and growth that will last for several months. During this period, circus members can move freely, but they still need to ask for leave if they want to go out.
It is sealed deep in the cave under the kitchen, which is also the area where the boss is.
Today, in addition to Chef Timmy coming with the nutrient solution, a chief also came, and that was Mr. Rabbit wearing a mask.
The two communicated spiritually through fear.
Mr. Rabbit, the deputy director of the circus, made a request, hoping that the director could merge the new department - the theater with the circus, and build the theater directly inside the circus. He was even willing to give up a large space.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you give me such advice, Rabbit.
Do you really want to keep William by your side? Is his body more interesting than any other recruit the circus has had over the years? "
Faced with the boss's question, Mr. Rabbit put his hands on his chest and nodded carefully.
“Okay, I’ll explain the situation to William when he comes back. If he has no objection or the construction of the theater will not conflict with the circus, I’ll consider accepting your opinion.
Ahem~ Rabbit, if we compare your body and his body in terms of potential, who is stronger?"
In response to this question, Mr. Rabbit lowered his head, rubbing his fingers through his tie, and after about ten minutes he carefully gave an answer.
"This is the first time I've seen you so hesitant about a physical matter, and the answer you gave doesn't seem quite accurate. In that case, when that boy comes back, teach him how to dance.
Once I die, the job of stabilizing the circus will fall on the shoulders of you chiefs.
If William can be developed before I die, according to your estimated potential, he may be able to take over my position."