The kind-hearted Mr. Booker slowly put the Mauser back into his gun bag, then took out a white handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood spatter on his face.
The gentle smile was completely gone from his face.
Captain Benjamin, who was lying on the ground, had a quiet expression, and there was still a mysterious light in his eyes as he looked around. His lips were bright red after a full meal, and they opened slightly, as if he had something to say clearly.
Booker DeWitt sighed slowly and murmured to himself, "How do you feel? ... Every day is like hell."
He grabbed the dead man's legs and pulled the heavy body into the imaging room. He also collected the guns and ammunition on Benjamin, and then strode towards the depths of the statue tower.
Breaking into the bottom of the tower, the entire hall here was used to prevent giant energy siphon devices. Booker worked hard to read the scattered experimental notes and recorded data, and roughly understood the purpose of the huge structure in this room. Locked up in the tower
The sample will release powerful energy, and the entire device is used to siphon this energy to charge Columbia's floating device and make a magic salt potion to charge the user of the supernatural power.
The energy released by Sample Elizabeth fluctuates as she grows older, and the power of the siphon device has been increased many times, but it is still unable to balance the increasing trend of the sample's energy. The entire device is on the verge of overload when the sample is awake.
Along the way, Booker has not yet seen the Lamb himself, but the sins against Colombia and the hypocrisy against the prophet have reached an intolerable level. What he saw on Memorial Island was all the imprisonment and brainwashing of the sample himself.
,surveillance, harm and enslavement.
I really don’t know what kind of person the pure lamb will become in the face of such a cruel reality. If she is a cynical and hateful Avenger, Booker will not be surprised, and he also hopes so, any one
No one should let go of the suffering that has happened to them. They must repay blood with blood, and the enemy must be completely destroyed.
So Booker took the elevator to the upper floor worriedly.
The elevator does not go directly to the top of the tower, but stops halfway. This is the sample observation room. The observation window can be opened through the pull rod. Behind the window is one-way glass, and you can clearly see the life posture of sample Elizabeth. There is a sign at the passage, you can
Monitoring the movement of the sample, she is in the dressing room at the moment.
Booker felt his heart feel cold and hot. He couldn't describe this feeling. As he hurried through the steel corridor and passed through air-tight doors one after another, he knew that he was about to meet
It’s time to see the little girl. If he clearly wants to see her this time, it’s not from photos, not from images, not from other people’s narrations, not from his own imagination and guessing, but clearly to see her.
to her person.
He hesitated to open the observation window. He knew that Elizabeth was behind the window, but that was the dressing room. It was extremely despicable to peek like this. So he remained silent and kept watching the signs until Elizabeth's position changed, so he hurriedly
Run to the next observation room.
He really opened the observation window, and the girl who appeared in front of him surprised him. She appeared so vividly behind the glass, holding her heart in her hands and spinning around in the studio. Her dance steps were like dancing in the warm air of the spring breeze.
The curled marigold has dense and warm petals.
Booker stared at her infatuatedly, not stopping for a moment, at her white and happy cheeks, at her cheerful steps, at her fluttering indigo skirt and her flashing sea-blue sad eyes, and then he keenly
He noticed that the little girl's right little finger seemed to be missing, and was covered with an iron finger sheath. Seeing this severed finger, Booker's heart suddenly tightened, and he never relaxed again for the rest of his life.
Elizabeth finally stopped dancing and stopped in front of the portrait. This was her own painting. This little girl was trapped in the tower and learned a lot in her long confinement. She was a bird who was born in a cage. The world has nothing to do with her.
It was just the size of a tower, but since she had glimpsed the sky from books, photos, and windows, her natural freedom was always calling her to break free from the cage.
Booker was surprised to speculate on Elizabeth's temperament, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became. At this time, he was standing behind the window and couldn't help but put his hand against the glass, gently touching the girl's back through such an unspeakable barrier.
She was now facing the Eiffel Tower she had painted, and suddenly stretched out her hand and pierced the air. This action made the observer Booker's hair stand on end. He saw Elizabeth's fingers piercing the cracks in time and space, as if tearing a piece of cloth.
Likewise, she opened her arms outwards, and the space-time rift expanded in her hands.
So Elizabeth suddenly broke away, spreading her arms like a bird's wings, and the black and white cracks were really torn open by her. A three-dimensional sphere appeared in this piece of time and space. The scene inside the sphere was France thousands of miles away.
Paris.
Colors and sounds emerged from the rift in time and space. Elizabeth stood in the rift, standing in Paris at this moment. It was night, with wet stone roads, neon-lit shops, and the Eiffel Tower in the distance brightly lit.
, and the cheerful nightclub music was coming from it. All of this was completely a corner of Paris. Booker had been there before and had some impressions of these scenes on the streets.
At this moment, he fully understood the magic of the girl in front of him. She was simply God himself!
The siren of the fire truck came from the streets of Paris. Elizabeth was frightened by the oncoming large vehicle. She quickly opened her hand to grab the crack and suddenly pulled it inward. The moment the vehicle was about to hit, she closed the crack.
No one was injured, and only the Parisian atmosphere remained in the studio.
The portrait of the Eiffel Tower had disappeared at this time, and Booker DeWitt behind the wall was also stunned.
Elizabeth, who was still in shock, turned around sadly and went out, heading to the library.
Booker followed enthusiastically, quickly went around from the outside, and strode up the stairs. The library was at the top of the tower, at the neck of the statue, and Booker planned to enter the head from the outside of the statue, and then descend into the library.
.
Strong winds were blowing outside, and the high-altitude air currents were cold and turbulent. Columbia in the distance was submerged in the clouds, as distant as a phantom. Booker carefully grasped the edge of the iron rope and walked step by step on the icy, slippery brass road, finally trembling.
The shivers returned from the statue's cheeks to the tower.
He was going to the stairs. He was currently on the ceiling of the library. However, the ceiling seemed to be in disrepair. The chain broke and the whole thing flipped over. Booker parachuted directly into the library. In desperation, he grabbed the handrail on the second floor.
, to avoid falling injuries.
A man fell from the sky, dressed as a Colombian policeman. He squinted his eyes and said to the petrified girl: "Uh, hello?"
Elizabeth screamed and threw the large book in her hand into Booker's face.
"Uh!" Booker's eagle fell and fell with a bang on the first floor of the library. "Hey! Stop! I'm not here to hurt you, I'm not even a police officer!"
Elizabeth quickly went downstairs in small steps, picked up a blue leather book "Principles of Quantum Mechanics" in her hand and was about to punch Booker in the face, but fortunately the strong Mr. Booker blocked it in time.
"Don't get excited, my name is DeWitt, and I'm here to help you escape." Booker stood up and gave her a gentle smile, "I'm here to take you out of this miserable place."
Elizabeth let go of the tome in her hand, she was so pleasantly surprised, "You, you are real."
"Of course, it will be replaced if it's fake."
"You, where are you from?"
"On the ground, I came from the ground." Booker was about to tell the little girl exactly what he had experienced. The statue of Comstock on the wall of the library suddenly activated and made a loud sound of wind instruments. Booker reacted to the sound. It felt a little strange. It was like a pan flute, a whistle, and because it was driven by steam, it was like a steam whistle. In short, it was a very penetrating sound. Then, the statue shook, and a loud bird call came from outside. The heavy Octavia made the entire library shake slightly.
Elizabeth's face immediately became panicked.
Booker quickly asked, "What is that?"
"It's Nightingale! He's responsible for keeping me locked up here!"
Booker shook his head, "No, he can't imprison you. I will take you out. That's it."