The years I was a pirate in Interstellar

Chapter 153 The Bloody Truth

"Da da da~"

The white sterile shoes collided with the clean ground, and as long as they were still conscious, they could hear this sound, and all the people who were locked in separate sterile rooms trembled uncontrollably.

Perhaps in their impression, it was a sound a hundred times more terrifying than the wailing of the devil in purgatory.

The people imprisoned here are of all races, men and women, and ages. They may be strong humans, beautiful elves, or powerful Argonians.

Here, these people have a unified name.

Experiment material!

Two experimenters in white coats and white medical masks, covering themselves tightly, came to the door of one of the many small transparent rooms, and only looked at the distorted and disfigured body in the room. After seeing the corpse, he said indifferently:

"Record, experiment number 5859255, time of death at [-]:[-] local time, cause of death, organ rejection by the black demon recovery!"

The voice of another experimenter was not so indifferent, but full of jokes.

"Ah, I remembered, I forgot to inject it with prosthetic anti-removal stabilizing fluid on time."

"You're here again!"

"Anyway, there are a lot of experimental materials here, so let's try another material."

"How do you explain it?"

"Report as usual. There is still a problem with the formula of the prosthetic body anti-ejection stabilization solution, and this is a fact. God knows what the original formula was. There shouldn't be too many accidents like this in these years, so we didn't lie about it. ?"

"Then report it like this."

The experimenter operated on the display panel in the glass room for a while, and then a raging fire burned in the glass box, burning everything in it, and turning on the fresh air system, all traces disappeared.

"Boom boom~ boom boom~"

In the originally quiet corridor, there was the sound of heavy objects colliding. The dull sound came from an isolated laboratory room in the distance. It seemed that what was imprisoned was not a humanoid species, but a bone-like moon-lion. Kind of brutal beast.

"here we go again."

The tone of the experimenter was rather helpless.

"It's that guy who always causes trouble again? Both legs have been sawn off, are you still trying to escape without giving up?"

"After all, he is the only one among the test subjects here who managed to escape once."

"Hey, if you want me to say that this kind of restless guy should have his frontal lobe removed, and then soak him in the culture solution, all problems will be solved."

"After all, it is the only precious experimental material. How could the instructor be willing to do it? And I warn you not to play with it. Otherwise, the instructor will blame it. You can replace it as the experimental product."

"Haha, how dare I."

"Da da~ da da~"

The sound of footsteps came from the corner of the pure white corridor. The two experimenters looked serious and did not dare to chat anymore. Don't look at the experimental materials who were imprisoned here. They are all part of the devil. There is no difference, but In fact, the two of them are just the lowest-level researchers here, and their status is better than those experimental materials.

"tutor!"

"Grandmaster!"

The two experimenters lowered their heads to the bottom, watching the two old figures pass by, their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The more you understand, the more you know the darkness of night.

One of the figures stopped suddenly, and a soft father-like voice sounded.

"Little guy, are you afraid of me?"

"No……"

The experimenter was startled, and quickly raised his head to defend loudly, "I was too excited to see you, Master, that's why..."

The leisurely and joking just now was completely gone.

"We are just one step ahead. The truth is hard to find. Only through the unremitting efforts of generations can we turn the false into the true. Well, the words of the ancestors are right. So, we still have to rely on you young people in the future." , It’s not like me, I’m already lying in the grave when I’m old, oh, to be precise, I’m already in the grave, hahaha, what a wonderful experience.”

"Don't waste any more time there, Roberto, our time is limited, we must find out the whereabouts of that manuscript as soon as possible, when I have completed [Soul Gold Bead], you have endless time to sigh!"

"Hehehehe, I didn't expect that Master Delgado would leave such a magical creation, a treasure that can make people live almost forever-【Soul Gold Bead】, should I say that it is really worthy of being the second apostle under the seat of the ancestor, how good I want to be born 500 years earlier, go to the star palace to see that great existence with my own eyes, and sit down and listen to the truth of the universe!"

Another sarcastically said:
"Stop dreaming!"

"So what if you were born 500 years earlier? Even if it is a copy of the star palace key that opens the twelve unbounded gates at one time, it takes an A-level creator to have a chance to be given. You are a B-level, or A foreigner, what are you dreaming of?"

"You are jealous."

"If I lived in that era full of the glory of the founder, maybe I would have advanced to the A level."

"Furthermore, the First Ancestor has never been bound by any race or sect. It is proof that half of the twelve apostles are not human!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The other person was a little helpless. The founder of an elf tribe most admired the ancestor of the founder of human beings.

But it's right to think about it, after all, you are also a creator, so if you don't worship the ancestor of the creator, do you want to worship the elf mother tree?
Is there any comparison?

joke!

The two walked along the long corridor. The place was pure white. Ordinary people would easily suffer from solar ophthalmia if they came here for a long time, but they had long been used to being accompanied by this brilliance.

100 years?

200 years?
even longer!

"click~"

The door of a room at the end of the corridor opens automatically. Unlike the glass boxes where the test items are kept in other places, this room is more spacious. The room is equipped with coffee table, sofa, refrigerator, wine cabinet, green plants, and even the latest model of Academy Star. Panoramic Mimic Ion TV.

Rather than saying that this is a cage for holding experimental products, it is better to say that it is some high-end hotel.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, do you have anything to say about today's raid on the Star Thief Group? Say something and don't squeeze my microphone! Three-Eyed Media will do its best to report the whole process for you..."

At this moment, a tall blond man was half lying on the sofa watching the news broadcast on TV, even when he heard the sound of the door opening, he remained motionless.

"Your Majesty, I'm here to see you again."

The thin and wise old man respectfully made a standard salute to the man on the sofa who rested his head on his hands.

The man who was being interviewed live on TV, the monarch of the Kingdom of Petrit, Byzantium Delgado Futara, was exactly the same as the man on the sofa.

"Excuse me, have you figured out how to answer my question?"

"If you still insist on not speaking, then we can only resort to some unnecessary and brutal methods, please forgive me."

The man finally moved.

Turning his head slowly, two old figures were reflected in his deep eyes, with a dangerous smile on his lips.

"My two good principals, you seem to be a little anxious..."

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(End of this chapter)