The coldness of the cold and bone, pouring the blood vessels of Russell from both hands, like a rushing wolf hit the spine!
Russell's ears stood up instantly, and the fluff on the tail exploded.
The light shadow of the light remains on Russell's retina.
——The obviously bad sun holding is just a bladeless knife handle.
But at the moment it cut out, it seemed to be dragged out of a whip shadow, a very slender blue light blade.
Russell is not even fully sure if the light blade really exists.
It might even be just his imagination.
Because there are only three steps between him and the bad day. Between the two of them, the tables that were tipped by the mercenary trigger by the table were also overturned.
If the light blade really exists, then the Russell squatting on the ground, as well as the table blocking in front of him, will be cut into two halves by this blow.
However, if that sword shadow does not exist...
Russell also clearly felt a trace of chills remaining in the body obliquely across the body. From the right neck, the neck was not entered, and the waist on the left side penetrated.
It's like when I was drinking Bing Cola, a trace of liquid slipped from the throat and penetrated into the placket.
The Sennan sword that almost tilted into two halves was still left in Russell.
He subconsciously put his hand from the coat and touched his skin. To confirm whether it was really intact.
——To be specific, there is not even a single crack. When I touch it with my hand, I don’t feel any coldness where my fingertips touch... That’s normal, the warmth of the skin.
"But this, how..."
Russell murmured subconsciously.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.
I saw the two mercenaries who were facing them continuously, and suddenly a blood flower burst behind them, the first place.
The headless body slowly knelt down on the ground. The head without horns, dragging a trail of blood, rolled towards Russell. The other one, like an overripe rotten apple, fell with a snap.
On the ground, irregular blood stains were spattered on the ground.
They had no resistance, no shouting, no fear.
On the skull rolled over, the mask dropped because of rubbing.
Madness and cruelty still remained on his face, like the traces of a red-hot iron imprinted on his flesh and blood. Only the eyes that could no longer be closed could still see some vigilance... That should be the sign of a bad day.
The feeling of caution that arises when someone picks up something.
——The two of them did not even notice that they were dead.
Because it was just a moment, their heads were cut back against their bad days.
Obviously the bad day is the light sword beheaded in Russell, but the two people standing behind him are the first place.
"...Is this also spiritual power?"
Russell murmured.
He felt a little dizzy and a little nauseous.
He didn't know whether this was because a series of people died in front of him in a shocking manner; or because the smell of blood in the room was too pungent... or maybe it was just a symptom of hypoxia caused by the broken window.
"Take him, Russell."
Bad Day said that from behind the ears, the second memory chip with red lights was pulled out.
Immediately after, he threw a short sword without sheath on the ground.
Worried about it because it was taken away by wind, Russell immediately held it.
It was like a tailor -made feel and his special shape, which immediately attracted Russell's attention.
——As, as a short sword, it does not have a blade or a knife. The blade of this short sword is only twice as long as the handle, and the quality is as light as a alloy.
But it is worth noting that it is a bloody trace of Zhu Hong, wiped on the blade on one side.
It is like cutting someone's skin with it and cutting down someone's skull.
At a glance, it will feel like a weapon that has not been treated after the murder.
But that's impossible.
Russell knew very well - in that case, the blood would quickly rust the blade. Moreover, the oxidized blood would turn into brown dirt, making it impossible to maintain such a bright red color.
"This is……"
"Just be your mother's relics, a spirit can be armed. It is called‘ sage beheaded ’. She gave me this sword to me at that time, and now I transfer it to you.”
Bad Day looked at Russell with complicated eyes: "Your mother, Ms. Alice... is also codenamed 'Doctor'. She did not exit the Tower of Babel, never."
"……doctor?"
Russell repeated the code name.
"Do you really think she died of illness?"
Bad Sun guessed what Russell was thinking, so he asked directly: "She is the best healer in Babel, a powerful healer who can directly remove the 'cause'.
"Before that, have you seen her even a sickness? Or ... have you been sick yourself?"
Hearing this, Russell's pupils dilated slightly.
He felt as if he had grasped something.
His cheeks were a little flushed due to lack of oxygen.
In the seemingly fascinating hallucination, he seemed to smell the decay at the time before his mother died. With the bloody smell on the ground at this moment, the smell of smoke was mixed.
"The" Deer Statue "believes that it may be a spiritual ability with a long -range curse ability."
Without waiting for Russell to respond, Bad Day directly announced the answer: "The community where the Curse Master is located has been locked by us, somewhere on Happy Island. That's why I came here to deal with this matter.
"Since you can still buy airship tickets through regular channels, it means that her true identity should not have been leaked. Otherwise, you would have been arrested directly by Sogo Island's enforcement department during the offshore security check. So you'd better not
Never touch these things again.”
"... Can I know about this matter?"
Russell's voice was very soft.
He already felt a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
But he still insisted on listening to these words to say good day--
After all, after this departure, it may not be necessary to meet next time.
After seeing it again, he may not be trustworthy, nor would he be willing to answer these questions for him.
"Even if I don't, I won't tell you, because this has nothing to do with you. You have no ability to intervene."
Bad Day took the hilt of the knife back into his arms, walked back to his seat in the cold storm, poured himself a cup of hot tea that quickly became cold, and sighed: "She probably hasn't told you about her
Identity. She is not living on Sogo Island, but lurking there. Because she is not an intelligence agent, but an important logistics... But as an illegal psyker, her identity authentication code has expired. This is what she is looking for.
Reasons for not getting a good job.
"Of course, your mother does have a lot of savings in the organization. But because of her and your father's identity issues, we can only use a 'legal and reasonable' and 'well-documented' method to transfer through an unexpected transfer."
It is impossible to give you directly to you. Otherwise, as long as you trace the source of this money, you will make you suspicious.
"For example, you can get some kind of lottery tickets that organize and operate, or buy some intelligent information about the wanted criminals, and then give you the head.
“Sogo Group’s artificial intelligence can perform big data analysis with the highest accuracy. Unlike Happy Island, all high-authority work on Sogo Island, including security and information security business, is managed by artificial intelligence.
"This also means that if the identity is not exposed, Sogo Island is actually the safest place - because robots do not 'whim', they pay attention to evidence and logic. That's why she scrimped on food and clothing to hide from Sogo Island's artificial intelligence, and at the same time kept up with
Relatives and friends have fictional life and identity to hide them. As for you ... you are also one of the means to deceive artificial intelligence.
"Just three months ago, we were targeted by a group of people. We got rid of the tracking two weeks ago, but during an information security attack and defense battle, the other party entered the network environment of the Tower of Babel through a backdoor that only senior internal personnel knew.
Even if the deer first cut off the inner net as soon as possible, there were still some personnel's information leakage. It involved more than ten people.
"While the Tower of Babel remained silent and tried to escape tracking... the four members of 'Doctor', 'Cuckoo', 'Lygarium', and 'Aurora' were cursed to death one after another."
"—— So, what about the clue of that traitor?"
Russell looked at the bad day: "I don't necessarily do what ... I just want to know. Just in case."
"I understand. You are worried that we will not shoot in the end, right?"
When Bad Ri heard this, he laughed out loud.
"No?"
"No, this is reasonable. I can also understand your thinking - rather, it is a commendable good habit not to trust others. However, this matter has nothing to do with you in any sense."
Bad Ri leisurely said: "You are just an ordinary person. The chip in the back of your head still exists - you are a 'certifier' who can live under the sun. You can work in the head office and live in a protected environment.
Next... Although in one's lifetime, one can at most reach the starting point of the elves, but at least he will not lose his chip like us and become an 'uncoded person' without an identity. He can only sell his body and life in the lower city without sunshine.
, conscience and morality, just make a living.
"You have no ability and technology to kill, and you can't even enter Xiacheng District safely. Not to mention using some technologies that are not allowed by law."
"But you told me so much, I hope I will continue to ask."
Russell exposed the inner thoughts of the bad day without hesitation.
His tone became very rare to become tough: "I understand what you are thinking -I want to use me, at least some dry goods, don't be a riddler."
"... I thought you were the cowardly type."
The bad day looked at Russell a little surprisingly: "Isn't it finally?"
Russell has realized that this harsh white hairy dog is deliberately dragging time to anger himself.
So he calmed down instead.
Enduring the increasingly intense dizziness, Russell tried his best to keep his tone calm: "'The value of not being used is a hundred times more dangerous than being used.' I think... I should still be able to sell it for a sufficient price now."
Deep in his pupils, the green glory gradually became clear.
Like the moonlight reflected on the calm lake, the evening wind blows, and ripples are rippled.
