The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 278 Hot Milk

On the second floor of the basement of the Immortal Coffin, there are two facilities.

The first one is the morgue. Since new corpses can be produced every day, this place has become a place frequented by Hannibal and Shirley. As for why they always come here because experiments always need materials, and, One cannot skip meals, right?

Another facility besides the morgue is a [Equipment Studio].

Its owner is John Kramer.

Oh, maybe this name hasn't appeared for a long time, and everyone has forgotten it, so, we'll use his nickname from now on—【Jigsaw】.

This facility is full of various materials, countless crafting tools, some you can understand, and more you can't understand at all. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, anyway, under normal circumstances, you don't Someone will come here because Jigsaw doesn't like to be disturbed.
But today, the door of the studio was pushed open by another person besides the jigsaw, which was Ziliang.

Since it was the first time he entered here, Ziliang was slightly taken aback by the scene in front of him, because the space looked small from the outside, but inside, it was a huge space beyond the physical scope. Huge machines a few meters high were roaring side by side, some incomprehensible stoves were refining something in the distance, and the sound of interwoven steel could be heard from time to time, well, this was not a studio at all, but a factory.

"Uh, here you are, it's bigger than you imagined." Ziliang muttered.

"If I were you, I would put out the cigarette. Many materials here cannot be heated. Your soot may blow up here." There was the sound of a jigsaw between the machines, and Ziliang Looking at the half-smoked cigarette, he could only throw him on the ground resentfully, and stamped it out.

At this time, Jigsaw also came out from a certain corner. It was wearing a long robe like a robe, and its face still looked a little pale under the slightly dim light.

"What's the matter?" Jigsaw asked lightly.

Ziliang scratched his hair: "Uh, you should know that we are now being chased by the consciousness of the universe, and in order to survive the next encounter with the consciousness of the universe, we must become stronger."

Jigsaw nodded: "I know, so what? Do you need any props?"

"Of course we need props and so on." Ziliang responded, "But...that's not the purpose of my visit this time."

"what is that?"

"Uh, you also know that I'm looking for an opportunity for everyone to grow up. Now, everyone else has found their own evolutionary plane, and this time, it's your turn."

Jigsaw was silent for a while and then shook his head: "I don't need it, I'm not a combatant, and I won't leave the Eternal Coffin, so...wanting to improve my abilities has nothing to do with my personal enhancement. It’s a big relationship, if you want to make me stronger, why don’t you find me more materials for making props.”

Ziliang nodded: "Yes, of course I know this, but this plane is a bit special." Ziliang said with a bit of embarrassment: "In short, if you can pass the test of this plane, Then you can make a wish come true."

"A wish?"

"Yes, a wish, almost anything."

Jigsaw slightly raised his head and looked into Ziliang's eyes: "Hehe, this temptation is not small, but according to what I know about you, you should go to such a good thing by yourself."

Ziliang shrugged helplessly: "That's what I said, but the wish that can be fulfilled on this plane must be within the ability of the master of this plane, but the wish that I want to fulfill is beyond his ability." There are too many abilities. But the main reason is that there is a little misunderstanding between me and him, so I don't want to show up, and you'd better not mention me in front of him."

Hearing this, Jigsaw naturally caught the meaning of Ziliang's words: "It sounds like you are very familiar with the master of this plane?"

Ziliang's kidney-deficiency face drooped even more bitterly: "Yeah, although I don't want to admit it, we do know each other quite well."

Jigsaw said indifferently: "Okay, since that's the case, let's give this opportunity to Shirley. Compared to you aggressive young people, I just want to stay here and fiddle with these parts."

Unexpectedly, Ziliang shook his head again: "In fact, I really want to, but Shirley's existence is too special, because she is not a piece of sin itself, the piece of sin is the G virus, and Shirley is just a part of it." Carrier, therefore, she herself cannot realize the desire to evolve the G virus. Her enhancement can only wait for an opportunity.

Moreover, based on what I know about that bastard, you are the most suitable candidate to pass his test, so... this time I decided to let you go. "

Jigsaw looked at Ziliang, and after a while, said: "Okay." He finally agreed.

No matter which plane it is in, evening rain always has many things in common, such as cold, long, and annoying.

However, people who do bar business like this kind of weather very much, because many people don’t have the habit of bringing umbrellas when they go out in the morning, so when it rains, many people will choose to take shelter here, which is also It can make the beer that can't usually be sold a little bit.

Sure enough, the door of the bar was pushed open again. This time, a man in his 60s walked in. He was wrapped in a thick windbreaker. He could still see that his body was a little thin. I don’t know if it was because of the cold outside or because of himself. His health was not in good condition. In short, his face looked much paler than normal, and his eyelids had a strange tinge of red.

He sat down at the bar.
"Hey, you need a drink on such a cold day." Behind the bar, the bartender was talking to a person next to the old man.

The old man patted the rain on his body: "Please give me a cup of hot milk."

Maybe it was because there was no hot milk in the bar, or maybe it was because the milk was not profitable, so the bartender didn't want to talk to the old man. In short, the bartender didn't look at the old man for a second, and then turned to a person on the other side of him: "Hey bro, would you like a drink?"

Faced with this kind of ignorance, the old man didn't care at all. He just shivered a bit, squeezed out the cold air from his body, and then took out a black invitation card from his pocket, on which was written in white letters.

【Do you want your dreams to come true】

[18 o'clock sharp]

【Charles Avenue Bus Stop】

【We are waiting for you on time】

(End of this chapter)