The sudden confessions of Baird and Veronica made the Einstar family realize that their family had already been under official attention.
But after learning about the two's previous attitudes and nature, Herman agreed to let them stay.
"I don't think it's necessary to say something that can move people's hearts. You two should join us for dinner in the future."
Hermann sat next to Veronica, patted her shoulder gently and said.
“That’s all in the past, and now it seems there are still many things to deal with.
Baird, could you please send someone to clean it up
There's broken glass all over the floor, it's terrible, and I need to replace some new light bulbs."
Eugene said to Baird with a smile and without any politeness.
"As you wish."
Baird bowed in response and stepped back to find the servant in charge of cleaning.
"Veronica, I'll take care of the child, you go and have some rest. I'll call you when it's time to eat."
Seeing little Albert still crying, Kirk felt a headache.
Veronica shook her head gently and said kindly,
"After a whole day of concerts, Madam must be very tired, so I will take care of the little one.
The wound on the face is not a big problem. I can prepare some numbing medicine myself later.
Compared to my previous job as Mr. Eugene's personal maid, I feel that I am more suitable to be a nanny for the little one now."
Kirk couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard Veronica's self-deprecation.
"It seems that I am not a very competent mother. Thank you for your hard work these days."
"It's not hard. Being able to see the little guy grow up happily is the best reward."
Veronica said from the bottom of her heart.
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"Useless bastard! Can't you even do this?"
Ke Leya loudly scolded the person in charge who was running away in a panic.
She put one hand on her waist and pointed the other hand directly at the person in charge's nose and cursed.
“But the fish’s eyes exploded for no apparent reason.
I was just there to monitor. If my eyes exploded like the fish, I wouldn't be able to monitor, right?"
The shifty-looking person in charge replied timidly.
"Someone come."
After hearing such an arrogant defense, Ke Leya was so angry that she trembled all over.
"Take him away."
Ke Leiya said coldly to the two masked men who came in through the door.
"No! No! No! You can't do this... No!!!"
The person in charge's voice became increasingly distant, until finally only a single sound remained echoing in the corridor.
Keleiya took out a medical gown from the cupboard that was stained with blood like graffiti. The originally white base color had turned yellow due to repeated washing.
The whole robe had a strong smell of disinfectant and detergent, but one could still faintly smell a hint of blood.
She put on her robe with a look of disgust, turned around and tapped the bookshelf a few times rhythmically and regularly.
There were bursts of mechanical transmission sounds coming from the back of the bookcase. The gears and shafts were driven to move the heavy bookcase away, revealing a secret passage at the back of the bookcase.
Looking into the study, one could only see darkness and could not make out the complete structure inside.
Coreya resolutely stepped into the darkness and reached out to touch the wall on the right, where there was a small mechanism.
The bookcase closed with a rumbling sound, and Coreya walked forward in the darkness.
There were faint green lights on both sides of the aisle, which were luminous jade stones.
The atmosphere here is full of anxiety and fear.
From time to time, you can hear someone's faint breathing, screaming, and crying in the corridor.
This is not only a prison cell, but also a slaughterhouse.
Anyone who disobeys or even rebels against the orders given by EOD will be here. This is their destination.
"Please, let me out."
An old woman with half-naked clothes and white hair grabbed the bars of the iron cage and cried helplessly.
All the nails on her bony hands had been peeled off, and under the green light, one could see that the flesh was rotting.
Coreya made a disdainful sound, ignored the woman's request for help, and walked away.
There are countless people like this imprisoned in this dungeon, the lowest level of society, the poor guys in the slums.
They are the best experimental subjects and the best laborers.
As long as they are given some fish, they are willing to work and become the most loyal servants, but there are always some self-righteous guys among them; those who are discovered will have to pay the price, and the price is endless pain.
Coreya walked to the end of the passage, and in the light at the end was a dark door.
There were spots of rust on the door handle, but they were not ordinary rust.
As she was well prepared, Coleiya took out a pair of gloves from the pocket of her robe and put them on herself. They were a pair of surgical gloves made of white rubber.
"Doctor, here I come."
Ke Leiya said softly in front of the door and opened it.
The person in charge who had just been sent down by the secret guards was now lying on a long metal board. He had been injected with a large amount of anesthetic and had no idea that a fully armed surgeon was performing a brutal operation, or an experiment, on him.
Upon hearing this, the surgeon known as the Doctor raised his index finger and placed it in front of his mask.
"Hush."
Then he picked up a sharp surgical saw and cut off the person's arm at the root in front of Coreya without any hesitation.
Crunch, crunch, this is the sound of the metal saw rubbing against the shoulder blade.
The hair-raising sound and the disgusting sight happened right in front of Coreya. A lot of blood splattered on her face, but she had no expression on her face, as if she had seen too many bloody scenes like this.
When the surgeon completed the cutting, he did not immediately stop the bleeding for the unfortunate person in charge. Instead, he picked up the broken arm and carefully examined the exposed blood vessels and pale bones.
"What an exciting structure, what a perfect physiological structure, but at the same time what a fragile tissue."
The surgeon's eyes were filled with fanaticism and obsession. He gently stroked the broken arm, as tenderly as if he was stroking his lover's hair.
"You're still as perverted as ever, Doc."
A beautiful arc appeared at the corner of Coreya's mouth, and she spoke to the doctor with a hint of sarcasm.
"Pervert? No no no, this is the highest compliment to our Creator."
He responded righteously, but the next second he threw the broken arm into the trash can beside him like throwing away garbage.
The trash can was filled with a lot of severed limbs and internal organs, and even a few bloodshot eyeballs.
He excitedly pulled out another body from the freezer nearby, a body belonging to an Innsmouth resident who had died.
Swinging the saw, he cut off an arm from the Innsmouth man.
Then they used tools such as needles, thread and pliers to forcibly "weld" the arm to the still unconscious person in charge.
"All hand nerves have been connected. The 836th bloodline inheritance experiment begins."
He muttered to himself.
After that, he clapped his hands, and two secret guards outside the door dragged the unconscious person in charge off the iron bed and threw him into an independent cell.
The doctor took off his gloves and began to slowly write down the experimental process on the recording board.
The moment he stopped writing, he took a long breath and took off his mask.
"I hope the goddess of fate will bless our No. 836 and not have an extreme and exclusive reaction."
There was a trace of pity on his face, but the scar on his face that looked like a centipede crawling on his face and the lifeless fake eyeball made his words unconvincing.
"Isn't it the exclusion reaction that you want to observe?"
Ke Leya put her hands behind her back and supported herself on the long metal board, revealing her charming curves.
"No, no, no, dear, the rejection is as inevitable as death.
What I hope to find is someone who can survive the blood invasion and make a large amount of serum for us.
And this serum can elevate us ordinary primates, Homo sapiens, to a higher level of existence. Isn't this good news for all mankind and the whole world? !"
The doctor's words revealed madness, the madness of the combination of science and mysticism.
"If it is created, it will be a tragedy for all mankind, right?"
Coleya thought to herself, but despite this, she still maintained a poker face.
"How is it, dear? Are you shocked by my ambition and conquered by my aspirations?"
The doctor smiled and moved closer to Coreya, while Coreya lay expressionless on the long metal board that had just been used for surgery.
"If it weren't for me, how would you have gotten such a beautiful face, little cutie Coreya?"
The doctor said morbidly as he touched Coreya's face.
Coreya endured all of this. After more than ten minutes, the doctor's body shook and he showed a relaxed expression.
"Hey, walk with me. It's time to check the other experimental results."
The Doctor fastened his pants and said with satisfaction with a blush on his face.
Ke Leya said nothing, adjusted her skirt and followed behind.
After passing through cells filled with unconscious people, we arrived at an isolated area.
"Hello, Experiment No. 325."
The doctor smiled politely and greeted the person huddled in the corner of the cell.
"Kill me! Kill me!"
Hearing the sound, the man immediately crawled to the edge of the railing, grabbed the railing with both hands and shook it hard.
He is a grown man, but he has a childlike voice.
There was a stitch mark on his neck, and the rough stitch showed that the person who stitched it was a little violent at the time.
Above the neck was the head of a pretty girl who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.
Now the owner of this head is the body of a mature man, which makes people feel very scared.
The doctor frowned when he saw that the food in the plate on the ground was still untouched.
"No, you have to eat well."
The Doctor said softly.
"Someone, feed him."
Two secret guards walked out of the darkness, one of them opened the door of the cell with the key hanging on his waist, while the other picked up the food tray and walked towards the experimental subject in the cell.
"No! No! I don't want it!!!"
The subject backed away until he had nowhere to retreat, wishing he could squeeze his body through the metal railings.
The following eating seems to be a torment and a painful process for him or her.
The strong secret guard lifted him up, and another one forcibly pried open the girl's mouth.
Only then did Keleya see clearly the food on the plate—it was a brain.
It must be the brain taken from the head of that body.
The brain in the food plate had already begun to rot, with fly larvae wriggling in its grooves.
The subject looked on in despair as the secret guards squeezed his brain into a paste and forced it into his mouth.
Coreya turned her head away reluctantly. She didn't want to see these scenes, but she had no choice.
"Very good, very good. Now let's see whose consciousness occupies the dominant position."
The Doctor excitedly pressed his body close to the railing, waiting for the next scene.
The subject struggled, and because of the struggle, the stitches that had not healed properly began to break.
Puff, puff, snap.
After a few sounds, the head separated from the body and the subject fell to the ground.
"Ah? It's ruined? What a bummer.
Forget it, next one, next one."
The doctor said this with some disappointment and waved at the two secret guards.
"Drag them out. Looks like my lovely children will have fresh food again today."
The Doctor said helplessly.
The remaining body will be ground into meat patties and fed to the rest of the test subjects, who will never know what they are eating.
Ignorant people are often hateful and pitiful.
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"Sir, the files haven't been sorted out yet, how come you're back already?"
The fat chief saw Joet Brown and Mouse rushing back to the police station from outside the door, and asked in confusion.
"Take me to the Bureau of Investigation now."
Jobtran said simply and clearly.
"Oh, okay. I'll go and get someone to prepare the horses."
When the fat director saw the serious expression on Joe Butran's face, he immediately agreed.
After a while, the young policeman came to the front of the police station leading three strong horses.
“Although they are old horses, they can still run.”
The young policeman said to Joe Butran.
The fat director stood behind Joe Butran, bent over and said with a smile on his face,
"You choose first."
Jobtran took a look and immediately fell in love with the old horse that had the same silver-gray hair as him.
He gently stroked the long horse's face, and the horse intelligently lowered its head and rubbed Jobtran's face.
"That's it."
Joet Brown said something to the fat director and then jumped on his horse.
Jobtran climbed onto the horse quickly and efficiently. He pushed himself lightly on the horse's back, stepped on the ground with his legs and leaped, and successfully sat on the horse's back. In contrast, the fat director still needed steps to get on the horse and the support of a young policeman. He looked like a lonely fat nobleman from the Middle Ages.
"mouse?"
Joet Brown, who was riding on a horse, asked the mouse who was standing there in confusion.
"Mr. Jobtran, I... don't know how to ride a horse."
The mouse lowered his head and said shyly.
"Oh, it's okay, come up."
Jobtran lowered his legs, and the old horse under him understood and took a few steps in the direction of the mouse.
Job Brown stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and the lighter mouse used the force to sit astride Job Brown's back.
"Hold on tight, I'm a bit crazier on horseback."
Joe Butran said softly without turning his head.
"Fatty, lead the way!"
Joe Butran shouted, and the fat director agreed and started galloping on his horse.
Two long trails of dust drifted away, and the young policeman sighed.
"How can this be called crazy? It's completely crazy."