Gu Shenwei squatted down and looked directly at the old man in the wheelchair. Ian seemed very tired, his eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing became difficult and slow.

He was already prepared to meet the two recommenders.

It's just that I am a newcomer here after all, and I am very unfamiliar with Central Continent. If I want to have a smooth meeting offline, just making an appointment in a "conference room" may not be enough to gain trust.

Both of these two people are familiar with Ian.

It would be different if Mr. Bachelor personally bridged the gap.

"Hollin... is on his way back."

From the spiritually linked device, the faint voice of the old man murmuring in his sleep came out.

"He will be back soon."

…

…

The upper city is the core of Middle-earth.

Here, countless trams pass through the tracks and drive to all directions in Central Continent every day.

Even a small city like Linz has direct trains.

It's just that... there are very few people returning to "Linz" from the upper city, especially in the middle of the night. At this time, there are even fewer people. Generally speaking, in the remote areas of Central Continent, only [Deep Sea] drives the train alone.

, from one unmanned station to another unmanned station.

But tonight is an exception.

A middle-aged man wearing a long black trench coat and slicked back hair was packing his briefcase on the train.

His briefcase... was filled with drawings. On those drawings were drawn symbols that no one could understand, and obscure "words", one after another, hundreds of them densely packed.

While on the train alone, he took the trouble to sort out the drawings and look at them over and over again.

finally.

The train arrives at the terminal station, Linz.

"You have arrived at the destination, Linz, please get off the bus."

"You have arrived at the destination, Linz, please get off the bus."

It wasn't until the gentle reminder of "Deep Sea" sounded twice in his mind that Professor Huo Lin realized that the long journey that started from the upper city had reached the destination before he knew it. He quickly stuffed the drawings into his briefcase and left in a hurry

.

Outside the platform, the moonlight was like a sea, a little pale and a little dazzling.

The train roared away.

Huo Lin frowned and looked at the direction of the pale moonlight. He squinted his eyes... A big light was facing him. The equipment in the small town always ignored the experience. He stretched out his hand to cover his vision and prepared to lower his head. Leave.

The next moment.

He suddenly froze.

Due to the illumination of the pale headlights, the entire waiting corridor of the platform was illuminated palely... but a long shadow extended in front of him.

Huo Lin slowly raised his head.

The man was standing at the exit, with his arms folded, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Long time no see, Huo Lin."

There was a flirty smile in the man's voice, and he spoke to Huolin in a tone that sounded like an old friend reuniting.

Huo Lin stared blankly at the black shadow.

He couldn't see clearly.

"No, that's not right..."

After the man spoke, he quickly shook his head and said with emotion: "I'm sorry, I shouted wrong."

"Should I call you now...the distinguished Professor Holling?"

"Now you are admired by countless people in the college in the upper city. You have fame, identity, and status. Today, you have everything. You are no longer the unknown person in the laboratory who knocked over a bottle. , the little assistant will be scolded so bloody."

Huo Lin's expression suddenly turned pale.

"Tsk, tsk, I really didn't expect that more than 20 years later, you are still as young as ever. Compared with back then, there are just a few more vicissitudes of life... It seems that you have followed the right teacher."

The figure stood in the darkness, stretched out his hand to touch his chin, and said with a smile: "You guys have been studying 'things like that' for these years, right? Are you coming back this time to share the latest results?"

"Who are you?"

Huo Lin's expression became gloomy.

Countless memories flashed through his mind, but he could not equate any memory with the face of the man in front of him.

"It's so sad..."

The figure moved forward slowly.

The lights went out, the bright corridor was instantly submerged in darkness, and the wind howled.

Huolin rushed forward. He pulled out a bare cross sword hilt from his arms. At the moment when the source of matter was infused, a laser shot out instantly.

"Do the civil servants of the first level of the deep sea dare to draw their swords against me?"

The shadow crossed his arms and said with a smile: "You are brave."

He looked at the man who drew the sword as if he were a clown.

The next moment.

Huo Lin threw the laser sword, but his target was not the black shadow, but the alarm on the roof of the corridor...

"Not bad...she still has some brains."

The black shadow watched as the laser was thrown and pierced the alarm.

The entire corridor was still quiet.

He said softly: "If I hadn't been fully prepared, how could I have dared to return to Central Continent, how could I have dared to come to you..."

Huo Lin was stunned.

"Don't worry, no one knows what happens here."

"[Deep Sea] Invisible."

The black shadow advanced slowly. He stretched out his big hand, grabbed Huolin's neck, lifted the man up, and lifted his feet off the ground. It was only at this moment that Huolin's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.

While suffocating, his vision turned scarlet.

As if shrouded in a dream, he actually saw faces one after another, and the faces of this person were constantly changing.

All are the faces of strangers.

until the end...

He saw a "familiar face" covered with scars and 90% of which had been burned.

"Is it... you?"

Huolin could no longer squeeze out any sound, and his eyes almost popped out under the force of the force.

"You're still alive?!"

"It's me...thanks to you, I'm still alive, but living a very bad life."

The figure smiled to himself.

The next moment, he suddenly exerted force, and with a click of his fingers, he broke Huolin's neck.

"Pah——"

A dull sound of falling sounded in the quiet corridor.

Huolin's body hit the ground, and blood flowed from his seven orifices, and soon... the corridor was dyed red.

The briefcase and drawings he carried with him were scattered all over the floor.
Chapter completed!