Natasha took Sean in the elevator to the third floor of the mansion.
"This floor is where Mr. Franken works..."
During the visit, Sean transmitted the floor plan in his mind to Alicia Pompeii through the king's symbol 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 those glass jars..."
The face of young Aaliyah was clearly visible in his mind, and Sean clenched his teeth imperceptibly.
"The second floor is the living space." Natasha's "tour guide job" was a bit perfunctory, and she took Sean through the mansion in a casual manner.
Under the guidance of the female assistant, Sean walked to a closed double mahogany door on the second floor.
The reporter function came into play - he could feel that there was something very... behind that mahogany door.
Something bad.
Ordinary people may not be able to detect it, but Sean can feel that the evil feeling there is as strong as a temple dedicated to evil gods.
"Something involving the faith of the Mother of the Black Sheep?" Sean frowned inwardly. To avoid Natasha becoming suspicious, he glanced at the door and asked casually: "This room is?"
"Mr. Franken's bedroom." Natasha walked downstairs without looking back.
The set of senses belonging to Mr. Wuyou has led Alicia and others into the conveyor belt exit of the slaughterhouse.
After seeing the scene in the slaughterhouse, even though Alicia Pompeo was as calm as she was, her face changed slightly and she frowned.
Under the leadership of Natasha, Sean returned to the first floor.
The floor of the living room is paved with smooth marble, and the space is quite open. You can even hear your own footsteps.
The light here also looks particularly solemn and cold. Next to a set of ivory-colored human stone sculptures, there is a set of carved chairs. The female assistant asked 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 a man as heroic as "David" would hug him directly.
Sean's head only touched Dirac's chest, and his muscles were extremely strong, not like a scholar who lacked exercise at all.
Franken is at least two meters tall, his eyes are as blue as gemstones, his golden eyelashes are distinct, and his nose is as straight as if it were forged...
Looking at it so closely, you can't see any flaws in its appearance.
"Perfect human being?"
Compared to the stomach-churning things in the tunnel, Dr. Franken himself is as beautiful as a god.
The two sat opposite each other, and after exchanging a few words, Sean took out his pen and notebook and began the formal interview.
On the other side, under the leadership of Mr. Wuyou, Alicia and her group crossed the wall of human faces and bronze pillars. Like Sean before, they saw numerous non-human beings.
Seeing Mr. Wu You moving forward solemnly like a god, while the terrifying inhumans retreated respectfully and piously to give way, Alicia and the others were astonished: "How did he do that?"
Fifteen minutes into the interview, Sean received a signal from the female chess players - they had entered the laboratory through the window.
The alchemy creature controlled by Wendy has also found two telephone lines, biting them tightly, temporarily cutting off external communication.
The tool in the rat's mouth is specially designed - when it bites the phone cord, it cuts off the signal; but when it is released, the signal will be restored.
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, Sean looked at Natasha who had been standing next to him: "Ms. Natasha, I have some questions that 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 German..."
Natasha's expression changed, and she was about to get angry. She crossed her strong long legs and held her cheek with her fingers. Dr. Franken, who was enjoying the interview, waved his hand: "It's okay, Natasha.
"Those things are part of the past, not scars that cannot be touched."
Sean looked at Natasha inquiringly: "Ma'am, can you let me talk to Mr. Franken alone?
"——Of course, the completed interview transcript will be handed over to you for review."
Unable to disobey Franken, Natasha left without looking back.
"That's how she is..." Looking at her slim back, Franken smiled and said, "She protects me so well like a nanny -
"I like you very much, Mr. Dirac. It's a pleasure chatting with you."
“If you have anything you want to ask about the past, just ask.
…
The female assistant went upstairs with a cold face.
She never liked reporters.
"Those who are keen to dig up secrets are likely to harm Franken..."
Out of sight, out of mind, there happened to be a set of experimental data to be copied, and even if it was just a dozen minutes, she didn't want to waste it.
Putting on the white coat hanging in the stairwell, Natasha walked to the laboratory.
As she walked, she felt something strange.
What's so strange about it?
She looked around the corridor on the third floor and felt an indescribable feeling.
Suddenly, a painful groan came from a room not far away. Before, when taking reporters to visit, Natasha deliberately made some noise to ask Yurik to ensure that the experimental materials would not make any sound. .
At this moment, Natasha felt that everything was back to normal when she heard the familiar painful moan.
The work that was about to begin made her feel a little better. With brisk steps, she opened the door and walked into the laboratory.
The silent piano music quickly closed the door behind her and pulled up the "curtain" that blocked signals and sounds.
In the darkness, she first dodged a silver fox claw.
I never expected that an intruder would use the tunnel to squat in the laboratory!
Ready to turn around and run away, Zhihu's fist swung violently in the darkness, and she took a step back to dodge.
The bones in her body exploded, and bone spurs pierced her skin.
Steel playing cards and ghost flying knives flew across each other.
Natasha used her final balance to dodge the third wave of attacks and threw out a black thorn-like bone whip.
"How many...does the other party have?"
Before he could finish asking the questions in his mind, a vicious spear passed through his chest.
Sean, who was controlling Mr. Wuyou's sneak attack, immediately tightened his grip on the pen, but his face was still staring at Dr. Franken who was talking calmly.
Before Natasha could react, the steel plate cut off her head.
The first King level has been solved.
To make sure Franken didn't pay attention upstairs, Sean asked questions one after another, as if he was very curious about the interviewee.
After destroying Natasha's body, the group of people walked out of the laboratory silently.
Franken's strength is not in ectoplasm, so don't worry that he will extend his sense of touch to the third floor during the interview.
Alicia's spiritual essence dispersed and locked onto Ulric, who was in the room next door where the experimental materials were displayed.
At this time, Franken, who was being interviewed on the first floor, suddenly stopped speaking smoothly.
He frowned in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Sean was a little panicked - he just learned that Natasha was killed instantly...
Franken suddenly stopped talking.
"Do they have a mechanism to confirm each other's survival?"
This is the situation that the Xiao-Ai Alliance is most worried about.
If one party is assassinated and the other party knows it immediately, then the difficulty of encircling and killing each other will be doubled.
And Sean, responsible for attracting Franken's attention, will be in great danger.
"Although my strength has entered the Queen-level realm..." Looking at Franken who suddenly stood up, Sean shed a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, "However, Dr. Franken is an Ace-level opponent.
"If he suddenly gets angry, I will finish the game..."
However, Franken did not immediately attack Sean after discovering that Natasha was not reciprocating.
——This is also normal logic. Temporary loss of contact does not mean that the other party must have been attacked.
What's more, it's 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 calling several times, and Franken became a little irritated.
He ignored Sean, who was still sitting in the chair and seemed to be waiting for him to go back, and walked straight up the stairs.
