"I remember that he seemed to have mentioned before that if you encounter special circumstances, you can go to the temporary base in the slums to find him." Lawrence frowned slightly: "But it is also possible that this is just a cover."
"It makes sense," Mir held his chin and fell into thought: "But now there are no other clues. Whether it is a cover or a trap, we have to go there."
Lawrence nodded in approval. If he was alone, he would never go, but now there was a backbone he could rely on, and his whole state was different: "Let's go, let's go."
When Lawrence was about to head there, he suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute, should we take each other's 'wives' with us to avoid suspicion? Besides, if the two of them stay together, the risk of exposure is too high."
"You don't have to worry about this. I'm very confident about her." Mir looked strange and prevaricated Lawrence: "This matter is extremely dangerous. If we bring our respective 'wives' and they have an accident, we The risk of exposure is greater.”
"You're right," Lawrence nodded in approval.
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To be honest, Mir has never been to the slums of Stolon until now. Although he went to the slums last time as he was listed in the city, he did not go down, let alone go to the slums.
As the city train wanders throughout Stolen, the train track is like a giant centipede coiled around Stolen's face, running through the entire Stolen.
As the train drove farther and farther, fewer and fewer passengers got on the train, and the scenery along the way gradually changed from gorgeous to sparse and ordinary, and from sparse and ordinary to slightly dilapidated.
"Mil, just stop at the next stop," Lawrence called, bringing back Mil's thoughts that were drifting away. Looking at the dirty streets in the distance, there was an inexplicable unpleasant smell in the air. Rotting wastewater mixed with unknown feces.
"Is this a slum?" Mir looked at the streets in the distance with a normal expression: "Don't the nobles even do some face-saving projects? For example, clean up the streets outside the train."
"No nobles will come here," the conductor at the front casually replied: "Not to mention nobles, not even civilians will come here."
After he finished saying this, the train slowly stopped and stopped beside a dilapidated station sign.
When Mil and the two got out of the car, they subconsciously picked up their collars and covered their mouths and noses.
"This is the first time I've smelled such an unpleasant smell since I developed my sense of smell."
"This smell is so unusual," Mir tightly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, "but don't worry, once we gradually get used to the smell, it won't smell anymore."
"Huh?" Lawrence looked confused, then took off the sleeve covering his mouth and nose, and took a deep breath. The rich and pungent smell filled his mouth and brain, making him unable to hold his eyes. Crying: "Can this thing really be adapted?"
"Don't underestimate human beings' natural adaptability," Mir said matter-of-factly, covering his mouth and nose tightly: "People will never be able to smell their own odor. If they stay in a sea of flowers for a long time, they will no longer be able to smell the fragrance of flowers. , if you stay in the toilet for a long time, you won’t smell the stink anymore.”
"You are right, I have adapted to it now," Lawrence gasped, breathing in the pungent air around him: "Now except for the pungent smell, there is no longer the original stink. The human body is really It’s amazing.”
"Okay, don't sigh. Let's lead the way first." Mir covered his mouth and nose tightly and looked at the low and dilapidated houses in the distance: "The smell is so unusual, it reminds me of the dead pigs in the past. , the scorching sun gradually decomposed its body, and an unpleasant smell permeated a kilometer radius, but this smell was even worse than the smell of dead pigs."
"what do you mean?"
"There is a code in human genes. The smell of the same kind of decay will make people run away. It is very unpleasant. This is engraved in the DNA to escape risks and natural enemies. So, what I mean is, there is A lot of unburied bodies.”
Lawrence scratched his head in confusion. Although he didn't understand those inexplicable words, he understood the following sentence. There were many corpses here.
Getting farther and farther away from the train track, Mil walked through the dilapidated streets and came to a narrow alley. The smell here became stronger and stronger, making him couldn't help but stop and look around. There was only a distance in the distance. A closed door.
"Lawrence, kick it away."
"It's up to you." Lawrence walked up in one stride, kicked the door open with a flying kick, but then a pile of corpses poured out from the door, burying him completely. Sticking his head out: "Wow, there are a lot of human corpses here."
Mir did not respond to him. At this time, the pungent and rich smell became more intense, accompanied by physical discomfort. The messy corpses were piled up together, including old and young, and young women. Their clothes were messy and discarded. , there are old men who have turned into human sticks without limbs.
Looking at the woman in the distance with half a baby's head between her feet, she couldn't help but close her eyes and took a deep breath: "What's going on?"
"Maybe he is doing some kind of experiment," Lawrence said with a normal expression. Being dirty would not cause him any special emotional changes towards human corpses.
"Did that abnormal... abnormal believer do it?" Mir frowned and looked at the corner of the alley, wondering what he was thinking.
"It should be so," Lawrence couldn't help but frowned: "But why did he kill so many people? It wasn't for summoning. To summon requires a body."
"It's better to take me to the temporary base first." Looking at these people, Mir's eyes filled with pity. He took a deep breath and even subconsciously put down the sleeves that were tightly covering his mouth and nose: "Some corpses are even stained with blood. It’s not even dry, and the white stains on the bottom of the girl’s legs haven’t even dried yet.”
"Can one person do this?" Lawrence frowned.
"Perhaps there is more than one traitor, and we need to hang them all, hang them!" A trace of vein burst out on Mir's face: "Such a large-scale massacre is to expose the entire plan in front of Stolen, so as to hinder the destruction of the day. arrival."
"You're right," Lawrence frowned deeply: "It's not difficult to find here. If those knights find it here after looking for the smell, it will be troublesome. We must kill them before they are exposed."
After having the same goal, the two walked forward with anger in their eyes,
Looking at a hidden passage in the distance, Mir raised his head and asked: "Is this a temporary stronghold? It's really hidden enough."
Before stepping inside, Lawrence suddenly stopped: "I think it's unlikely that this is a trap,"
Lawrence suddenly turned his little head, which made Mil a little surprised: "Oh?"
"First of all, he thought from the beginning that I didn't know anything. It was exactly what he thought. If you hadn't come to find me, I wouldn't have known anything. There is no connection or interference between the filth and the believers. It’s hard to make contact.”
"Um?"
"So, from the beginning, he wanted to train me to be an undercover agent inside the dirty house to provide him with information. As an 'undercover', I will definitely not provide false information."
"Haha," Mir chuckled: "You are so smart, but you don't have to think so much. We are already here. Whether it is false or real, we will go in, right?"
"You're right," Lawrence nodded solemnly, glanced at Mil eagerly, and then stepped into it.
Mir stepped in, and as soon as he entered, he saw a wide underground passage, which seemed to connect to another world.
There are various strange runes carved around it, and those runes emit a faint light, lighting up the dim passages, making the whole space look wonderful and weird.
"What are these?" The scene in front of him made Lawrence feel strangely strange.
"It's just some little tricks. It only takes a little fluorescent powder to make those runes glow in the dark." Mir looked dismissive on the surface, but he was extremely wary in his heart. This is a strange world, and these runes cannot be guaranteed. What a wonderful use.
"I see," Lawrence looked at the runes in his eyes. His eyes no longer showed respect and vigilance, but were filled with lightness, and even his walking steps became much lighter.
"Lawrence," Mir looked at the door in the distance with a little vigilance in his eyes.
"Yes," Lawrence twisted his neck, walked over quickly, flew up and kicked the door.
I don't know whether it was because the connection between the door was too loose, or because Lawrence's body was too powerful, but the door was kicked away with a "bang".
Mir was stunned. He originally wanted Lawrence to open the door gently.
The people at the meeting inside were also stunned. They turned their heads with stiff faces and looked at the door.
Lawrence looked at the crowd in the room, beads of sweat overflowing on his face, and he swallowed subconsciously.
It was estimated that there were about twenty people, which made the small conference room seem a bit crowded.
Silence is the melody of today.
"Wait, I know him," a panicked voice calmed the panicked crowd.
"It's you!" Along with that voice, Lawrence also looked at him, the thin, middle-aged bald man with a sallow face: "You summoned me, but you quietly summoned the first-level abnormal object —You, the watchmaker from Hui Di, have betrayed the Holy Lord!"
"How do you know about that clock?" The middle-aged heretic looked at Lawrence with alert eyes.
"My compatriots told me," Lawrence turned to look at Mir, with a different look on his face: "You wanted to hide it from the church, hide it from the Holy Lord, and sabotage the plan, but Mir saw through it all!"
"Are you a fool for riding a horse?" Veins popped out on the middle-aged heretic's face. He looked at Lawrence like he was looking at an idiot: "Who can become a believer if they don't purely yearn for the Holy Lord in their hearts."
"The moment I believe in the Holy Lord, I will dedicate everything, including my life and soul." Another heretic stood up and stared at Lawrence with bloodshot eyes: "The traitor, it is you! You will not know People were brought to the temporary base and wanted to destroy the entire plan."
"This..." Lawrence's eyes showed confusion and hesitation.
Mir walked forward slowly, raised his hand, patted Lawrence on the shoulder, and smiled: "Don't be deceived, they didn't even tell you what the pocket watch was at the beginning, but hid it from you."
"Idiot," the middle-aged heretic yelled at Lawrence: "What level are you, a little filth, and what ability do you have to know the content of the plan? What you can and can only do is hide in Stolon, Wait for orders!"
"Look," Mir showed a gentle smile: "They don't understand your value at all, and they are still denying you now, brainwashing you into a simple undercover, an undercover who can only hide filth, strengthen your heart, Friends, do you still remember the purpose of our coming here?”
"The purpose of coming here..." Lawrence's eyes gradually became eager: "Strangle, hang these traitors!"
"Lawrence!" Mill looked at the faces of the believers, a little crazy.
"I heard it, please witness it!"
Weird and huge corpses, like giants, poured out of Lawrence's body and poured into the panicked group of heretics like a carnival. What these poor summoners feared most was getting close.
Mir stepped forward gently, holding Lawrence's head and dragging him behind the door. Now the body was an empty shell, but recalling the real Lawrence at this moment was not a good idea.
"Filth! Summon filth!" The fleeing crowd shouted fiercely. They wanted to run to the door and attack Mir who was standing at the door. But every time they were about to touch, they were pulled away by a huge pale hand. Reply: "Who summons filth!"
"The conditions are not enough!" Many people were jumping up and down, taking everything nearby, including seats and tables, and throwing them at the pale giant.
But all this is like scratching an itch for 'Lawrence'.
Not paying attention to the attacking little toys around him, he attacked the fleeing people with his arms, giving them a chill.
In less than a minute, seven or eight corpses were scattered throughout the room.
"Release the spirit bottle to summon! Use my body!"
"No, that is very important and cannot be used casually! How long did it take us to collect so many souls filled with resentment?"
"The spirit bottles can still be collected, but if we all die, the plan is really over!"
Listening to the roars of the fleeing heretics, Mir frowned deeply. He didn't know what these heretics were going to do, but he knew that it would definitely not be a good idea to let them continue as they pleased.
"Lawrence," Mill said with a serious face.
"Gululu~" Lawrence responded, and then attacked the heretic who spoke.
"Hurry! What are you waiting for?" The heretic used his strong posture to avoid the attacking arm. His whole body showed inhuman twists and softness, and he was crawling on the wall like a gecko.
The other heretics didn't wait any longer. Two heretics pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed themselves in the throat. Then they hugged each other and took out a pitch black bottle in their hands.
As the bottle was opened, a rich blood-colored mist spread around, making the entire space hazy.
"Lawrence!" Mir looked around cautiously. After a while, 'Lawrence' walked up to Mir and let out a sound of exhalation after falling into the water.
The two people looked at the thick fog with solemn expressions.
But after a while, the mist sucked back in at an extremely fast speed.
