People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

"People are in the kingdom of God, and they just contain things in the adult room (

Area-142 site·electrically controlled glass interrogation room.

"Dr. Eliot, you look a little uncomfortable? Would you like to take a break?"

The assistant pulled out the chair, and asked Dr. Elliott to sit down, and asked with concern.

But no, Dr. Elliott's face was slightly pale at this time, and he seemed a little uncomfortable, squeezing his forehead from time to time.

"Well, it's okay, I went to bed too late last night, and I had some headaches. Just look back and make up for it."

Dr. Elliott squeezed his forehead heavily, expelled the sting in his skull with the pain of his skin, opened the file in front of him, and looked through it.

[Containment code: Old man with nowhere to go. 】

[Containment level: Safe level (tentative)]

[Description of containment: The object is characterized by an old man of unknown race and age, with a tendency to self-destruct. The foundation database first captured its image in 2984. In the past 50 years, the project has not suffered from aging and deformity, and has not shown any tendency to attack...]

Seeing this, Dr. Elliott's headache suddenly eased.

If the file record is correct, then this should be just an ordinary anomaly.

As a scientist, please forgive him for using the less rigorous vocabulary "ordinary".

In fact, compared to the monsters organized and contained, the current abnormality of the old man seems to be just "not old".

Moreover, the database captured his image fifty years ago, during which it also captured his image several times, without any abnormal phenomena. These data are sufficient to show that the old man is harmless.

Come to think of it, this is also the root cause of the task force, which is included in the Safe class.

"let's start!"

Dr. Eliot closed the file and opened his personal notebook.

"Yes."

The assistant nodded and activated the remote control. Suddenly, the pitch-black electrically controlled glass opposite Dr. Elliott became transparent, revealing an old man sitting on a simple single bed.

The old man was a little surprised at the suddenly transparent glass, and subconsciously looked at it.

"Good morning, old sir." Dr. Elliott greeted.

"The same with you! Oh, what should I call you?"

"Can you call me Doctor, know why we brought you here?"

"Of course, but I suggest that you let me go immediately, the first brother is already standing behind you, your time is running out."

The old man looked at behind Dr. Eliot with muddy eyes, which made Dr. Eliot subconsciously glance back and saw nothing.

It's because he sees a lot of weirdness. At this time, the look in the old man's eyes still makes him hairy.

"The first brother? Who?"

"The three dead brothers... well, the second brother has also appeared. It's too late, let me go quickly, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety, although it's too late."

The old man's eyes were a little flustered, he seemed to see the indescribable horror from behind Dr. Eliot.

"Unfortunately, I can't release you for the time being. Can you tell me more about the Three Dead Brothers?" Dr. Elliott asked, subconsciously writing down a few key words in his personal notebook.

"Too much curiosity, this is not a good thing!" The old man said, his eyes drifting to Dr. Eliot's shoulder, his eyes suddenly became complicated: "The second brother has put his hand on your shoulder, everything is too late. The destruction is a foregone conclusion."

"Really? Before I destroy, can you let me know the three dead brothers?" Dr. Elliott tilted his head and glanced at his clean shoulders, professional instinctively asked.

"They are the darkness before the creation of the world, the silence and death of all things. I know what you imprisoned me for? My eternal life and even a curse, this is the curse I won from the three brothers of death, I have been trying to find them I went back, but the third brother never appeared. I think he should know that once he appears, I will have freedom. This is his cruelest revenge."

The old man sighed in a muddy voice, and there was pain in his muddy eyes.

"Before you die, listen to my exhortation, my child."

"Please say."

"Never win a game!"

After the old man finished speaking, he took a deep look at Dr. Eliot...or behind him, then lay on the single bed, closed his eyes and slumbered.

Dr. Elliott looked at the key words in the notebook thoughtfully and let out a sigh of relief.

"Close it!"

"Yes!"

The assistant nodded the remote control, and the electrically controlled glass was instantly dark.

"Has it been recorded?"

"It's recorded, look, do you want to re-rate?"

The assistant asked, looking straight behind Dr. Eliot with a little floating eyes, as if worried about something dirty behind him.

Elliott glanced at the electrically controlled glass, the pitch black glass acting as a mirror.

He could clearly see that his back was empty.

"No, let's observe first!"

He was too lazy to speak, got up, squeezed his forehead, and left the interrogation room.

No, he just opened the door and his expression was startled.

I saw the person in charge of the site standing outside the house-Chebman!

"How?" Chebman didn't seem to sleep well, his eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his chin toward the interrogation room.

"all the best."

"Is there anything worth noting?"

"Playing cards can't win."

"What?" Chebman frowned.

Dr. Eliot shrugged: "Advice from the old gentleman."

What's the mess?

Chebman couldn't help rubbing his forehead. Since Vernal reported, he had a headache. It was a real headache.

"I'm serious now. Tell me carefully about your interrogation and judgment." Chebman's expression became serious, his expression serious.

"Ok!"

Dr. Eliot thought for a while, and then said the contents of the interrogation, and then concluded:

"In my opinion, this is a madman who defeats aging or death. The formation of anomalies is always illogical. He is obviously the lucky or unlucky one among them. Just like the epidemic doctor, there is only some kind of... er, Unreasonable behavior patterns or logic."

"Really? What do you think of the three dead brothers?"

"I don't look at it very much. Who knows if this is his conjecture or he saw some spirit body, maybe this is the three-headed **** dog as three people. Well, the premise is that there is a three-headed **** dog."

Dr. Eliot said casually, rubbing his brows.

"You don't care about him?" Chebman asked meaningfully.

"Yeah, one..." Dr. Eliot's heart moved: "Well, do you think I was infected by some unknown meme?"

"It seems you don't ~www.readwn.com~ Chebman said.

"Well, I'm just a little tired. The organization found his trace fifty years ago. If he has a problem, I won't be able to find any abnormality if he doesn't believe it for so long. Unless he carries a model that can distort reality and erase memory. Because of the force field..."

When Dr. Elliott said this, his eyes narrowed, and he carefully recalled his past, trying to find a memory BUG that might have been tampered with.

In the Foundation, the level of amnestics can be subdivided into nine levels, or nine categories.

From A-level general retrograde amnesia, to F-level wandering, the elimination and reconstruction of the target's identity, and even the I-level blocking recall mechanism.

It can be said that the memory is almost played out.

But for researchers at his level, he can still judge whether his memory is wrong or not through a set of forbidden logic.

In fact, as an elite researcher, he is also one of the few people who have undergone memorization. It is not easy to tamper with his memory.

"Someone obtained Arthurs's prophetic warning through real scriptures. The prophecy said that he would annihilate all people and things on the site."

Looking at Dr. Elliott, who was frowning and thinking, Chebman stopped probing and whispered the terrible news that shocked the site.

"What are you talking about? Prophecy? Arthurs? Is this true?"

Dr. Eliot was taken aback, suddenly raised his face, his pupils dilated.

If there were no words from Arthurs, he would stick to his own judgment and treat the old man's words as crazy talk, just like an epidemic doctor.

——After all, can the anomaly itself be regarded as normal?

But now he can no longer ignore the old man's crazy words, and even exhort him!

Because it was Arthurs who prophesied.

...

In fact, at this time, the senior officials of the Foundation had already set their sights on Arthurs's prediction.