"I do not understand……"
Looking at the two hugely different photos, Sean frowned.
"In the past, Dr. Franken would not apply the 'life weaving' technology to the human body.
"Ever since his family was tortured and murdered, he has broken the taboo——
"Not only did he completely lift the ban on human experimentation, he even applied some mature technologies to his own body, so..."
The slender hand moved towards the photo that looked like a god coming from heaven: "Reborn."
The face has changed, the muscles have changed, and it seems that even the bones have changed.
"He calls himself a 'perfect human being.'" Erasing the photo, Alicia continued, "Solitary is just one aspect of his personality. Due to the dramatic personality changes caused by the huge psychological shock, he has now become extremely narcissistic.
"These... abnormal personalities, we believe are all external manifestations of his abnormal psychology.
“However, Rabbi Lins doesn’t care if his subordinates are mentally ill.
"—As long as it's useful."
Narcissistic?
Sean's heart moved slightly. In the Shengen space, the "Ocean City Daily News" that had been copied to the "Archives" before starting the search.
In the chessboard space, Alicia continued: "You did a very good job on the secret passage...
"However, there are still two difficulties in our assassination plan -
"One is to cut off all communication channels with the outside world before carrying out the assassination.
“Wendy is trying to figure this out.
"One more thing..." The female chess player turned around, folded her palms and gently supported her porcelain elbows, and tapped her long fingers on her arms, "Franken's strength exceeds that of each of us. In the mansion, we can only surround and kill him with our numerical advantage...
"We want to create a siege situation."
There are two kings in the mansion, a female assistant named Natasha, and a corpse carrier named Yurik.
There is a gap in overall strength. If Natasha and Yurik were present when Franken was assassinated, the Xiao-Ai alliance would most likely lose.
Alicia didn't notice that countless newspapers were flipping through Sean's eyes rapidly.
"Natasha and Yurik have always been in the mansion, and the assassination of an Ace cannot be completed in an instant." The New Testament reporter said while browsing his "archives", "So, if we don't first Once the two King classes are eliminated, it will be impossible to encircle Franken.
"From another perspective, if we can separate them and quietly resolve the two King classes..."
Then, we can achieve siege and killing in the mansion.
Assassinating Dr. Franken is more than half successful.
"So, the key is to separate them in the mansion and create opportunities to kill them one by one." Alicia turned around.
At this time, Sean had completed the search, with a mysterious smile on his face: "I think I have an idea."
——
Two days later.
The export submarine carrying "makeup artist" Jennifer arrived at the New York City port.
The makeup artist dressed herself up as Alicia before leaving the wooden box where she was hiding, and was "accidentally" seen by the staff when escaping from the submarine.
Rabbi Lins soon received word that Alicia had "escaped" Ocean City.
In order to hunt down the traitors, Rabbi Lins personally led the elite of Ocean City and set out for the New Testament.
Just one day after Rabbi Lins left, Sean took Olivia, who was an "assistant", to the "Franken Mansion" with a strange atmosphere on the edge of the agricultural area.
squeak--
Sean rang the particularly harsh electric bell.
"Who?" A deep figure sounded from the intercom on the brick wall.
"Wayne Dirac. Daily News reporter."
"Hold on."
A few seconds later, the iron door opened with a click.
Sean looked back at Olivia, who was well disguised, and walked into the iron gate.
Although the mansion looks eerie from the outside, it is still well-kept inside.
The plants in the front garden are well trimmed, and the brick mansion has clear windows and plenty of light.
If it weren't for the purpose of "assassination", Sean might have enjoyed this "interview trip".
That day in "Chessboard Space", Sean learned that Ralph Franken was a withdrawn and narcissistic man.
Narcissistic celebrities have two hobbies. One is to write autobiographies to themselves when they are old.
The second is to accept an exclusive interview - a large, exclusive, exclusive interview.
No matter how withdrawn the narcissist is, they still want to see a full-page positive interview about themselves in a big newspaper.
I long for my own mental journey to be read by others.
Sean was inspired by his interview with Verne.
"Perhaps Ralph Franken will accept my request for an interview?"
Sean first searched for an interview with Dr. Franken in the Ocean City Daily.
He found two brief interviews in which Dr. Franken appeared to be quite talkative.
"He's clearly enjoying this..."
So, with the idea of giving it a try, "Wayne Dirac" sent a letter to Frankenhaus expressing his hope for an exclusive interview.
The doctor quickly replied and happily agreed.
"With the interview as a reason..." Sean stood in front of the red wooden door of the mansion, "Not only can I sneak into the mansion directly with my assistant, but I can also create conditions for a solo kill in the name of the interview... …”
The door slowly opened, and a tall, ugly-looking man wearing a black cloak stood inside.
Franken's butler and body carrier, "Silent Ulric".
"Mr. Dirac," Ulric's figure was strangely low, "Please come this way."
Leading his "assistant" Olivia, Sean entered the mansion.
He felt something strange.
——Although the mansion was splendidly decorated, he felt like he had walked into another tunnel full of "inhumans".
There is a bloody smell that cannot be smelled with the nose.
A huge oil painting hangs in the front hall of the mansion.
The Holy Father Keen in the painting drips the blood of God, which symbolizes life, on the first body, thus giving life to the first human being.
"The Creation of Keen".
The drop of "God's blood" in the painting is so delicate and beautiful, as if it were really a drop of red blood.
"Comparing yourself to Keen, the Holy Father who created mankind?" As he walked, Sean looked up at the oil painting.
Yurik, who noticed Sean's gaze, whispered: "This is a painting given to the owner by a certain important person...
"Mr. Frank loved it."
"Nice taste." Sean complimented hypocritically, and followed Yurik into the inner hall.
There was an unnoticeable rustling sound coming from the wooden paneling nearby.
Several dark golden alchemy rats were running through the panels.
At this time, Wendy, who was far away in the meat factory, was controlling several alchemy mice with her eyes closed, looking for the phone line in Franken Mansion.
"One for daily use, one for emergency use..." Wendy closed her eyes tightly and muttered softly.
Da da da.
Sean heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground and followed the sound. A woman with sleek black hair and a black skirt who looked a little tired walked up to Sean.
"Urick, go ahead and do your work. There are still a few test specimens that need you to transport up."
"Yes." Yurik walked straight away.
The woman, who seemed to be the type who never smiled, turned to Sean and said, “Mr. Franken is getting ready for the interview.
"You can take a rest in the living room on the first floor."
"If possible, could you please show me around the mansion?
“I wanted to take some photos of where Mr. Franken worked – readers like things that satisfy their curiosity.”
Natasha hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes. But you can only take photos in places with my permission."
At this moment, in the meat processing factory, Mr. Wu You was taking Alicia and others to the secret "slaughter room".
The second "wing-cutting" is about to begin.
