The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Natasha took Sean to the elevator to the third floor of the mansion.

"This floor is where Mr. Franken works..."

When visiting, Sean sent the floor plan drawn in his mind to Alicia Pompey through the king's logo on the back of his hand.

The female assistant had no intention of inviting Sean into the laboratory.

Sean naturally understood: "They won't let me, as a reporter, see the things in the glass jars..."

Young Arya's face was clearly visible in his mind, and Sean clenched his teeth imperceptibly.

"The second floor is the living space." Natasha's "tour guide work" was a little perfunctory, and she took Sean around the mansion like a quick glance.

Under the leadership of the female assistant, Sean walked to a closed, double-opening mahogany door on the second floor.

The reporter's function is working - he can feel that behind the mahogany door, there is a very...

Bad stuff.

Ordinary people may not notice it, but Sean can feel that there is a strong sense of evil there, like a temple dedicated to evil gods.

"Things involving the belief of the Mother of the Black Sheep?" Sean frowned. In order to avoid Natasha's suspicion, he hurriedly glanced at the door and asked casually, "What is this room?"

"Mr. Franken's bedroom." Natasha walked downstairs without looking back.

The set of senses belonging to Mr. Wuyou has led Alicia and the others to the exit of the conveyor belt located in the slaughter room.

After seeing the scene in the slaughtering room, even though she was as indifferent as Alicia Pompeii, her expression changed slightly and she frowned.

Under the leadership of Natasha, Sean returned to the first floor.

The floor of the living room is covered with smooth marble, the space is quite open, and you can even hear your own footsteps.

The light here is also very solemn and solemn. Next to a group of ivory-colored human stone sculptures, there is a set of carved chairs, and the female assistant asks Sean to wait here.

Five minutes later, she led a tall man down the spiral staircase on the second floor.

"Mr Dirac!"

Sean didn't expect that the man as heroic as "David" would hug him directly.

Sean's head was only on Qi Dirac's chest, and the other party's muscles were exceptionally strong, not like a scholar who lacked exercise at all.

Franken's height is at least two meters or more, his eyes are as blue as gems, his golden eyelashes are distinct, and the bridge of his nose is as straight as a forging...

From such a close observation, you can't see any flaws in appearance.

"Perfect human?"

Compared to the nauseating things in the tunnels, Dr. Franken himself is as beautiful as a god.

The two sat opposite each other, and after a few words of greeting, Sean took out his pen and notebook and started an official interview.

On the other side, under the leadership of Mr. Wu You, Alicia and her group stepped over the wall of human faces and bronze pillars. Like Sean before, they saw a large number of inhumans.

Seeing that Mr. Wu You was like a god, marching forward solemnly, and the terrifying inhuman retreated reverently and reverently, Alicia and others were surprised: "How did he do it?"

Fifteen minutes into the interview, Sean received a signal from the female chess player that they had entered the laboratory through the window.

The alchemy creatures controlled by Wendy have also found two telephone lines, and they clenched them tightly, temporarily cutting off the communication with the outside world.

The tool in the rat's mouth is specially made - when you bite down on the phone line, it cuts off the signal; when you release it, the signal returns.

In this way, the fact of planned assassination can be concealed to a certain extent.

Everything is ready, it's time.

After Dr. Franken finished answering the question just now, Sean looked at Natasha who had been standing beside him: "Ms. Natasha, I have some questions I want to ask the doctor alone..."

The female assistant frowned: "What's the problem?"

Glancing at Franken, Sean said, "Involving what happened in the Republic of Gehrman..."

Natasha's face changed, just about to get angry, Dr. Franken, who was enjoying the interview, waved his hand with his long, strong legs and fingers, "It's okay, Natasha.

"Those things are also part of the past, not untouchable scars."

Sean looked at Natasha inquiringly: "Ma'am, can I have a chat with Mr. Franken alone?

"—Of course, the completed interview draft will be handed over to you for your purposes."

Unable to disobey Franken, Natasha left without looking back.

"That's how she is..." Looking at the slender back, Franken laughed, "Like a nanny, she protected me so well—

"I like you very much, Mr. Dirac, and it was a pleasure chatting with you."

"If you have any questions about the past, just ask.

...

The female assistant walked upstairs with a cold face.

She never liked reporters.

"Those who are keen to dig up secrets are likely to hurt Franken..."

Out of sight is clear, there just happens to be a set of experimental data to copy, even if it's only ten minutes, she doesn't want to waste it.

Putting on the white coat hanging in the stairwell, Natasha walked to the laboratory.

As she walked, she felt a little strange.

Where is it strange?

She looked around the hallway on the third floor, feeling inexplicable.

Suddenly, in a room not far away, there was a moan of pain - before, when she was visiting with reporters, Natasha deliberately made some noises, so that Yuric made sure that the experimental materials would not make noise. .

At this moment, when she heard the familiar painful moan, Natasha felt that everything was back to normal.

The work that was about to start made her feel a little better, she walked briskly, she pushed the door and walked into the laboratory.

The silent piano sound quickly closed the door behind her, and pulled up the "curtain" that blocked the signal and sound.

In the darkness, she first dodged a silver fox paw.

I never expected that an intruder would use the tunnel to squat in the laboratory!

Ready to turn around and run away, Shihu's fist swung violently in the darkness, taking a step back in order to dodge her.

The bones in the body exploded, and bone spurs pierced her skin.

Steel poker and ghost knives crossed.

Natasha used the final balance to avoid the third wave of offensive, and threw out a bone whip like a black thorn.

"How many are there...?"

Before the question in his mind was finished, a vicious spear passed through his chest.

Sean, who controlled Mr. Wuyou's sneak attack, suddenly squeezed the pen tightly, but his face was still calmly staring at Dr. Franken, who was talking eloquently.

Before Natasha could react, the steel plate cut off her head.

The first King class has been resolved.

To make sure Franken doesn't pay attention upstairs, Sean asks questions like he's very curious about the interviewee.

After destroying Natasha's body, the group silently came out of the laboratory.

Franken's strength is not in esoterics, so don't worry that he will also extend the sense of touch to the third floor during the interview.

Alicia's psychic dispersion~www.readwn.com~ locked on Uric who was in the room next door, where he was displaying experimental materials.

At this time, Franken, who was being interviewed on the first floor, suddenly stopped talking fluently.

He frowned suspiciously.

"What's wrong?" Sean was a little flustered - he just learned that Natasha was instantly killed...

Franken suddenly stopped talking.

"Do they have a mechanism for mutual confirmation of survival?"

This is the situation that the Xiao-Ai Alliance is most worried about.

If one party is assassinated and the other party can know immediately, then the plan of sieging one by one will double the difficulty.

And, Sean, tasked with attracting Franken's attention, will be in great danger.

"Although my strength has entered the realm of Queen..." Looking at Franken who suddenly stood up, a drop of cold sweat dripped from Sean's forehead, "However, Dr. Franken is an Ace-level opponent.

"If he suddenly attacks, I will finish the game..."

However, Franken did not attack Sean immediately after finding out that Natasha had not returned.

——This is also normal logic. Temporary loss of contact does not mean that the other party must have been attacked.

Especially in his own mansion.

The tall and handsome man walked to the stairs, raised his head and shouted, "Natasha?"

There was no response even after a few calls, and Franken was a little irritable.

Sean, who seemed to be waiting for him to return, was still sitting in the chair regardless, and walked straight up the stairs.

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