Xie Yuan was in a very strange mood when he saw Miller again. He wondered if old Miller knew that his daughter had slept with him.
It seems like he still doesn't know...
At the same time, with Miller was the gloomy Khan wearing a red turban. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.
Miller looked shocked that Xie Yuan was unharmed, but Khan noticed the little boy in a hooded raincoat behind Xie Yuan - the little black monster in disguise.
"You brought a new friend here," Khan looked at the little boy and suddenly thought of something, "Wait a minute - this is..."
Miller didn't think much about it at first, but scolded Xie Yuan for not preparing a mask for the child: "Artyom, this child can't stay here without a mask, damn -"
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the raincoat kid revealed his true form - a black monster cub, which frightened Miller so much that he took a step back and raised his gun.
"Aha! That's it, that's it, a black monster in the skin of a child!" Khan suddenly realized with joy, but as soon as he saw Miller raising his gun and cocking the bolt, he immediately stepped forward to stop him.
"No, don't shoot him, Miller."
"Then keep him away from me!" Miller put his finger on the trigger guard, murmuring in shock, "I didn't wear a gas mask, I should have thought of it..."
"This guy is friendly (referring to Khan), but the guy with the gun is very alert," the little black monster turned to look at Xie Yuan and conveyed his thoughts, "Please tell them that I am not an enemy."
"Okay, Miller, I wouldn't know so much about this secret excavation without him. You can take these tapes." Xie Yuan took out the conversation recorded with the tape recorder he found on the road from his pocket, "This time
, he did a great job."
"What kind of tape is this?" With Xie Yuan as his guarantee, Miller could only hold the gun in one hand and take the tape with the other.
"I recorded the conversation in their memory verbatim by simulating the sound." Xie Yuan said the news in an ordinary tone that made the expressions of the three people present change drastically.
Xie Yuan then added, "It completely simulates their tone and emotion."
Miller and Khan looked at each other. Miller finally put the audio tape into his backpack and shook his head: "This trick can be used as a last resort, but if you have other plans, it's best not to use it."
Xie Yuan knows that these tapes are indeed risky, not that he will question the fraud - but that after no longer doubting the authenticity, he will question the Rangers' suspicion of planting spies.
Because Rangers, as a holding subsidiary of Polis and Hanse, do not have the authority to plant spies.
This is equivalent to the Rangers crossing a line - the tape can indeed clear the suspicion of poisoning, but it also loses the support of Polis and Hansa.
That's a typical case of picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon. This is also the tragedy of the Rangers' positioning - he cannot be independent and is only a semi-independent force.
"Then Artyom, let me talk to him." Khan also ignored the tape plan and looked at Xie Yuan and asked, "Is it okay?"
"I'll be the transfer station, that's fine." Xie Yuan nodded.
"Then Colonel, all you need to do is help me and him." Khan looked at Miller and sincerely invited him, "This child is our hope for the future."
"I won't touch him with my hands!" Miller still stubbornly refused, but he still let down his guard and showed a suspicious expression on his face.
"I doubt this creature can help at all..." Then Miller changed the subject, "But I can let you two try. Otherwise, if he dangles in front of my eyes again, I will have to change my mind at the moment, except
Lost him."
As the little black monster's spiritual power was activated, Xie Yuan's perspective fell into darkness again...
…
"Oh my God! What's going on?" After the perspective was restored, the three of them were in front of a pass gate of the d6-Botanical Garden Station. Khan felt the empathy for the first time and sighed.
Khan looked at the little black monster curiously: "Oh, I...I can read your thoughts."
Then he looked at Xie Yuan again, but this time the feeling made Khan look confused: "Why can't I read your mind, Artem?"
"Because I didn't think about anything." Xie Yuan replied.
"Artyom has used his own abilities to build a thick mental barrier," the little black monster explained to Khan. "He can already communicate mentally while concealing his thoughts."
"Oh, Artyom, you are always such a spoiler," but Khan did not completely lose his interest, but asked the little black monster, "Can you read people's thoughts by just touching them?"
"With Artyom as a transit point, we can do better." The little black monster updated Khan on what he can do now, "We can communicate from a distance."
Afraid that Khan would not understand the reason, the little black monster told old stories: "Artyom... was transformed by someone. This happened a long, long time ago."
"See, Artyom!" Khan was excited that his suspicion was confirmed, "The Dark One changed you, so they can understand us."
Unexpectedly, Xie Yuan suddenly blinked, and a message came into his consciousness: "Do you know why black monsters killed so many people in the past?
It is because of my unique and successful product that they need more transfer stations like this.
But after my speculation, only children can accept such transformation.
Tell me, how do you tell all the parents in the subway: In order to live in peace with the black monsters, please hand over your children to be reformed by the black monsters!
Guess what response you’ll get?”
Just when Xie Yuan and Khan were flirting with each other, the little black monster suddenly looked at the door in front of them, approached the door and said, "Is there anything behind the door? Do you hear it? They are calling you, I am
I heard it, can you open the door?"
"I guess I didn't feel much because of the shielding." Looking at the D6 special exhaust valve with "Exhibition Hall" written on it in front of him, Xie Yuan released the shield and felt it carefully.
Finally, he showed a strange expression and looked at the little black monster: "The fluctuations inside are consistent with those of you adults, and they should also be dark ones."
"This is one of the d6 air valves in the exhibition hall. It's locked so firmly." Khan sighed as he looked at the motionless iron door. He also wondered, "We can't break through it for the time being. Do you think the other side is the Dark One?"
At this moment, the "door" slowly opened with a creak, and the three of them saw what was inside: a group of adult dark ones standing blankly!
"My compatriots!" The little black monster immediately stepped forward and looked at the dark ones inside, "They are... sleeping inside."
"It's incredible!" Khan didn't expect that after the migration of the Dark One, there were still some left here. "Look, they are hibernating, which means he is no longer alone."
Xie Yuan is also very happy. If there are survivors here, he can directly ask the adult dark ones to take the little black monsters to their new residence - thus avoiding the possibility of Xie Yuan knowing.
"I have to wake them up," the little black monster turned his head and looked at Xie Yuan sincerely, "This is a matter of life and death."
"Let's go there together now," Khan volunteered to accompany him. "If we can, we can keep it open."
"The smell of death is everywhere around here," the little black monster rarely looked worried, but soon said firmly, "But I must wake up my compatriots, otherwise I will be really alone here."
"Listen, we can help each other on this matter." Khan put forward his suggestion.
"I can help, but what do you need me to do?" The little black monster did not refuse, "As long as it can help wake them up."
"Then we can only improvise." Khan didn't have a suitable plan.
But while everyone was discussing, suddenly there was a loud sound in the sky: "Wake up, you bastard!"
Looking at the collapsed scene around them, which proved that the field of consciousness exchange was being destroyed, the little black monster and Khan saw Xie Yuan yelling angrily for the first time: