Monster Paradise

In the middle of the night, a purple and red round moon hangs above the sky, covering the whole world with a strange and fascinating brilliance.

It was already midnight, and the bustling Baijingcheng was finally quiet. Although the whole city was still dimly lit, the streets were no longer pedestrians.

But even in this quiet time, not everyone is sleeping, and some people are still busy.

Residents living in Baijingcheng, not many people know that this huge city is as deep as a kilometer underground, and there is still a hidden world...

Baijingcheng, on the outskirts of an underground building, surrounded by guards and patrol squads in the surrounding fires, makes this area exude a breath of life.

This building, like a steel behemoth that is devastated by humans, consists of peculiar metallic materials and biological materials. Perfectly integrated with this underground world, it is not inconspicuous, and it feels like it existed here 10,000 years ago.

The all-in-one glass-like biomaterial completely separates the light inside the building from the outside. From the outside, the whole building is dark.

The interior of the building, at this time, is brightly lit, like white.

In one room, two dead bodies were placed naked on two white beds.

Two male corpses, one with hair and white, are quite old. Another tall, long black hair looks like a prime.

These two people are the great elders and two elders of the saints in the seventh district.

At the moment, the skulls of the two bodies were uncovered, revealing a gray-white brain inside, and the ridges were clearly visible on the brain.

A middle-aged woman in a white suit is standing less than a metre away from the head of the two elders. A pair of eyes staring at the gray-colored brain and carefully observing her eyes. There are strange black secret lines flying at high speed.

After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes and walked slowly outside the room.

"How?" She pushed the door out and several men in suits and suits rushed up. For the first person is a tall middle-aged, more than two meters tall, the face of a thick bearded beard seems to have not been scraped for several days, and some look forward to the woman.

The woman took off her isolation suit and revealed a black dress. She smiled and shook her head. "I can't help but read the information outside the true God. It feels like someone is going to be the **** from their minds." The memory has been deleted."

"Is this the case again?" The tall middle-aged brow wrinkled and seemed to be somewhat disappointed with this result.

"Weekly, is this the same for everyone else?" the woman couldn't help but ask.

"Well, these two days include you, we have already invited thirteen strong players who are good at memory reading, and dozens of experts specializing in brain research. Now two days have passed, in the last piece There is no progress in the memory area of ​​the blockade. "The middle and old brows are still difficult to stretch. "If it is still a few days, we can only let those experts take Lv Wei's brain for further testing..."

The woman nodded slightly, and she understood that further testing might damage the intact brain.

"I will output the memory I read first, I hope there are things that are useful to you."

"That's bothering you," the middle-aged, known as the Zhou Bureau, nodded, then rushed to a man in a suit next to him, "Bring Mrs. Wang to do information gathering."

The man in black suit, nodded to the woman, "Mrs. Wang, please come with me."

Looking at the two people leaving in tandem, Lao Zhou brows slightly across the glass and looks at the two bodies in the room, his mouth whispered, "Every time you encounter information about the true God, this is the case. Is it really the reason for information isolation..."

"I always think that the idea of ​​information isolation is a bit too sinister. If the information about the true God cannot be touched by the mortal, where is the inheritance message of the saints? Let me say, these two abandoned sons are about the memory of the true God. It should have been deleted by the ambassador, so we can't read it." A young man in his suit who looks like a 20-year-old will take out a lollipop from the storage space and peel off the wrapping paper. The lollipop was stuffed into the mouth and the tone was quite casual.

Old Zhou turned his head and glanced at him. He was about to say something, but he was blocked by a sentence.

"Would you like to eat?" The young man in the suit had another lollipop in his hand and handed it over to him.

"Now is working time, Wu Hao, you give me a serious point!" Lao Zhou gave him a look.

"You know that I have low blood sugar, I can't work without eating sugar." Wu Hao spread his hands.

"A blood sugar correction cabin can completely cure the problem, I have been dragging on for so many years, can you blame?" Lao Zhou said.

"You know, I hate doctors. When I meet a white coat, I can't help but itch and want to crush the other's head. If I see a white coat and a pair of glasses, I may not be able to suppress it. The impulse to kill yourself... You know, this is the aftereffect of something, I can't control myself..." Wu Hao shrugged his shoulders.

"The blood sugar can be bought online, there is no need to go to the hospital, what excuses are you looking for?!" Old Zhou certainly knows what the sequelae of Wu Hao is, but this guy is obviously using this to confuse the audience. .

"Do not buy, too much trouble." Wu Hao refused again. "I feel that this disease is that God is telling me to eat more sugar. Why should I cure it? Now I can eat sugar anytime, anywhere. What a wonderful thing!"

"..."

Wu Hao’s such a serious nonsense made Lao Zhou and the next few people completely give up his dissuasion.

"Right, everyone has been uplifting during this time. The black market is too quiet these days. It is possible that there are dark forces planning things. We have to beware." Lao Zhou shifted the topic and directed People told me.

"It doesn't necessarily happen. The black market is quiet. It may just be because we attacked the saints a few days ago and scared them. There are a lot of dark forces worried that we will treat them as the next target, so we will start to shrink. The head turtle is here." Wu Hao felt that the old week was a little mentally allergic. "But also, this underground thirty-three building, even if there is power to the two bodies, what will they know where we are in the building? Unless ... some of us are inside ghosts."

"Don't take a break from the top dark forces. Now the strength of some dark forces is no less than that of the original Scarborough studio. It may even be stronger!" When Lao Zhou said about the Scarborough studio, he saw it. A look at Wu Hao.

Wu Hao suddenly contracted, gnashing his teeth, "Sgabel Studio... It is best not to let me know where these guys are hiding now!"