In the white laboratory, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

The experimenters in white robes were busy in and out. Some of them hugged the records and whispered to each other, while others observed the various numbers and records that appeared on the screen. An old man with gray hair stood in the corner of the laboratory, staring at the record board in his hand, and said something to the assistant next to him. Then his assistant nodded and turned around and left.

"Click"

At this moment, the metal door next to it opened, and then a man in a black uniform walked in. He first glanced at the laboratory, then quickly walked to the old man and whispered.

"Doctor, something went wrong with us."

"Oh? What's the problem?"

Hearing the man's words, the old man raised his head slightly and said that he was listening, but his eyes were still staring at the record board in front of him, and at the same time he quickly took a pen to write something on it. Although his appearance was a little bit unserious, the man didn't care. On the contrary, he lowered his voice and reported seriously.

"Just fifteen minutes ago, 17 chose to self-destruct, and through signal feedback, we confirmed that 17 has been damaged."

"oh?"

Hearing this, the old man finally moved his eyes away from the record board at his hand and looked at the man in black beside him.

"What happened on the 17th? Do you know what the situation is?"

"I think it was because of the attack, because before that, we received the induction signal from the cemetery. For the sake of caution, we sent 17 to investigate. Perhaps it was because of a conflict with something entrenched in the cemetery, so it was."

"Did you know above?"

“Yes, we reported to the committee as soon as possible.”

"What about their opinion?"

"They want me to ask for your advice."

Hearing this, the old man sighed helplessly, then reached out and knocked on his forehead.

"From my memory, I'm really easy to forget things when I get old. So start No. 18 and then investigate what happened on No. 17, just like that."

"this"

Facing the old man's straightforward answer, the man in black was obviously a little stunned, but he nodded and turned around and left. Seeing the metal door closed again behind the man in black, the old man sighed and shook his head. Then he turned his eyes to the record board in front of him and began to concentrate on studying the formula above.

At this moment, in a dim room, a hoarse voice drifted back and forth in the air through the current.

"There is obvious problem with the destruction of 17, and we should conduct a thorough and comprehensive investigation into this!"

"Is there no news about the synchronous messaging?"

"At that time, the signal transmission of 17 was isolated by some mysterious force, and we could not accept the information! I think we should take the initiative to act."

And in the midst of this chaotic quarrel, a voice sounded and a decision was made unquestionably.

“Start 18.”

This sentence ended the meeting, and soon, the originally complicated room quickly returned to silence. After hearing this order, the man in black stood up and walked to a operating table directly in front of the room. He reached out, took out a cross-shaped key from his waist, inserted it into the keyhole on the operating table, and then turned it gently. With a "click" sound, the glass cover next to him opened, revealing a bright red handle inside. The man in black took a deep breath, then he reached out to hold the handle, and pulled it down with force.

"Doudu"

Accompanied by the sharp alarm, the red light began to shine. Incandescent lamps lit up, illuminating the originally dark room in front of me. With the sound of the alarm, a dark rectangular iron box slowly opened its lid deep in the room against the wall. The cold air overflowed from it, covering the ground with a thin layer of frost. Soon, the automated metal robot arm stretched over from the side, and pierced the syringe installed on his arm into the neck of the man sleeping in the black iron box.

""

After a while, the man opened his eyes, shook his head, and then walked out of the black iron box. The man seemed to have no reaction to everything in front of him, as if he didn't care about where he was, and what happened to him. He walked to the wardrobe at the door with steady steps like an ordinary office worker, opened the wardrobe, and then put a black robe on himself. Then, the man reached out and entered a line of passwords in the password box in the wardrobe. Soon, the screen flashed for a moment, and then the countdown quickly appeared. Looking at this scene, the man nodded, turned around, and pushed open the door.

"call!"

The cold wind from the wasteland blew in, and the man raised his head and looked at the boundless wilderness outside, and walked out without hesitation. Soon, his figure disappeared into the extremely dark shadow of the black wasteland.

And at the same time, the countdown in the wardrobe also reached "zero".

"boom!!"

The next moment, the explosion flames that soared into the sky destroyed everything that once existed here.

"puff."

Feiren looked at the soldier in front of him and took out the lighter, lit a cigarette with the little pitiful flame, and put it in his mouth. He leaned against the wall lazily, and didn't even look at these people from other places.

lifeless.

In front of us, there were such people everywhere, whether they were guardian soldiers, tavern owners, or residents in the gathering place. After entering this gathering place called "Hope Town", Faren and others saw only numbness. Logically speaking, outsiders like them should soon attract the attention of people in the gathering place, but these people are too lazy to even look at them. Everyone is powerless, and they look like living walking corpses.

"How could these people look like this?"

Holding the magic wand in his hand, Franka widened her eyes curiously and looked at the ragged gatherings on the street, which looked like a no difference from beggars. There was no plan of houses here, and people curled up in the dilapidated ruins, with the flames rising from the oil barrels to resist the severe cold on the wasteland. Apart from that, they seemed to be indifferent to everything.

"It's nothing strange."

Compared to Franca, Eluka was obviously more familiar with these small gathering places. She was carrying a laser rifle in one hand and glanced at the residents of the half-dead gathering places in front of her.

"Many places are like this. It's better to die than live, but they don't want to die, so they leave their lives to fate to control. In this way, it's not a big deal to be able to survive every day, and die if they don't live."

"I see."

Hearing Aluka's explanation, Franka nodded. Although the Demon used the form of information and information, this did not mean that the Demon would have human values ​​and moral concepts. The reason she asked questions before was just because of curiosity. After Aluka got the answer, Franka obviously didn't care what these people encountered.

In fact, Faren didn't care.

Although Feiren said he wanted to come here for some fun, the most fundamental reason was that they needed supplies. Harmony has an energy network connection, so if you don’t have to worry about energy or water, you can find a water source for replenishment. But food is different. Harmony does not have a pocket space that can hold one or two hundred acres of land, so food still needs to be replenished through the gathering place. After all, in this era, each gathering place has more or less built its own greenhouse to plant some crops such as potatoes or corn that are easy to survive. Of course, crops that lack sunlight are still incomparable to pre-disaster, but in terms of consumption, there is no big difference.

"Take up these troubles quickly and go back! This ghost place is really uncomfortable!" To be continued.
Chapter completed!