Monster Hunting High School

This is a deep corridor.

There was no light in the corridor.

Only the left and right walls of the black door at the end of the corridor were embedded with two light green luminous pearls, bringing an inconspicuous vitality to the corridor. From a distance, it looked like a big snake waiting for prey in the darkness.

The pearly light diffused hazily to the surroundings, and finally converged on the ring pavement in the center of the door, making the bronze jiaotu doorknocker beast look particularly ferocious.

Da, da, da, da.

Slightly dull footsteps came from the entrance, bouncing repeatedly between the equally gloomy walls, and finally converged into a muddy sound, waking up Jiao Tu from his deep sleep.

Bang, bang, bang!

The pashou beast bit the door knocker in his mouth, shook it vigorously, and used the echo to identify the guest. Then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and the copper nails that were originally blooming with green light dimmed one after another.

"Didn't you just come here yesterday? Why are you here again today!"

It looked at the black figure that was getting closer and yawned loudly, with a bit of dissatisfaction in its tone: "And it's still so late, disturbing people's sleep!"

"terribly sorry."

The uninvited guest apologized in a low voice and took off the hood covering his head, revealing a few locks of golden hair and an angular white face. Perhaps because of the light, there were deep shadows in his sunken eye sockets, making him look overtired.

"Well, there's no need to be so polite."

Jiao Tupu looked at the depressed young wizard, biting the door knocker as thick as his finger uneasily, creaking, creaking, and then coughed twice: "Also, although we are familiar with each other, you know the rules..."

The guest nodded slightly and did not answer. Instead, he skillfully took out a silver knife from his pocket and swiped it across his fingertips. The bright red blood beads rushed out of his skin and gathered into a ball in an instant.

He couldn't help but think of the young boy who tried to cut his finger in front of him earlier. He couldn't help but smile to himself, raised his hand, and spread the blood beads evenly on the ring.

The blood drops quickly disappeared on the metal surface of the bronze door knocker.

Jiaotu let out a contented sigh.

"Yes, it smells like Thomas."

It recognized the guest's identity again and reminded kindly: "You are not wearing a mask today... In addition, the little girl in your laboratory is a bit dishonest. She has been ordering the little girl captured with her to scratch her recently. My butt, as if this way they can escape!"

Its tone was somewhat sarcastic.

Thomas nodded seriously: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work... thank you."

Jiao Tu finally bit the door knocker twice, and the heavy black door beneath him slid open to both sides silently, revealing a deep and winding passage.

Different from the corridor outside the door, a magic torch is inserted into the wall every few meters on both sides of the tunnel inside the door, allowing the entire passage to maintain a certain brightness. The walls on both sides of the tunnel seemed to have not been polished and looked a bit rough. The uneven stones were like the scales of a basilisk. Even in the firelight, they exuded waves of penetrating chill.

Thomas stepped through the door and walked slowly and slowly deeper into the tunnel.

After his footsteps hit the walls on both sides of the tunnel, they were immediately swallowed up by the rough stones. The entire tunnel was immersed in a silent and mysterious atmosphere.

Every ten or so steps, a closed bronze door will appear on the wall, either on the left or on the right. There is no door god, no knocker beast, no door opening or cat's eye on the door, but monotonous numbers. .

one two three……

Thomas didn't stop until he reached No. 8.

He took out a brass key from his pocket, smeared the still-dry blood on his fingertips on the key, and inserted it into the keyhole of the bronze door.

Click, click, click.

A string of thin and crisp sounds sounded from behind the door, as if countless gears were colliding, accompanied by obscure magic fluctuations. Soon, the bronze door slowly opened, revealing a spacious laboratory.

Different from the tunnel, the laboratory is brightly lit and well-equipped. The left and right shelves are filled with huge glass jars. Various deformed life forms are soaked in the light green liquid, slowly squirming, and the air is filled with... The faint smell of formalin made the hideous appearance of those deformed bodies even more terrifying.

Thomas passed the test stand in the center of the room, without stopping at all, and walked straight into the depths of the room.

In the corner at the end of the laboratory, there is a cubicle separated by two bookshelves and several flower pots. In the flower pots, there is a spiny palm, with its wide emerald green leaves spreading wildly, covering this small plant. The corners were crowded, which instantly gave this gloomy laboratory a touch of life.

There was a desk in the cubicle, and a slim figure sat in front of the desk.

She was facing the direction of the door, her legs crossed, her high heels hanging on her toes, swaying with the sound of Thomas' approaching footsteps, like a hook that was constantly tightening.

When the wizard stood at the door of the cubicle, she turned around, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

"here we go again?"

The banshee lifted her long black hair that fell around her ears, revealing a section of her white neck. Her bright red lips were almost the same color as her eyes. She exuded a dangerous aura in her charm: "I can't help but think so quickly. Me?"

Thomas was silent for a moment.

"Jiaotu told me some little tricks of the faceless one, and I guess you ordered it." His eyes slid over the banshee's delicate chin, her beautiful long skirt, and finally landed on the red high-heeled shoes: "If you want to leave, Here, there is no need to come to me again... I did not take away your Dharma book."

His eyes fell on the Bologna-bound Dharma book on the edge of the desk, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

She had never used such a flashy Dharma book before.

Perhaps after hearing the wizard's warning, a green cobra suddenly jumped out from under the desk, circled around the witch's calves, and finally crossed her knees. It raised its head and spit out its bright red core at the owner of the laboratory.

Thomas glanced at it faintly.

The cobra immediately took the core back carefully, looked back hesitantly at the banshee, then at the wizard, and finally shrank its neck obediently and slid back under the desk.

"You know I won't leave."

The banshee held her chin and looked at the wizard from the side, her eyebrows were curved, and her voice was a little lazy: "I'm just very interested in your laboratory... When I was in school, I vaguely heard of such a laboratory. Organization, but I didn’t know it was so big! Oh, I kept forgetting to ask, when did you join them? "

This time Thomas was silent for longer.

for a long time.

Only then did he speak again.

"Ever since you were bitten."

His eyes were very light and he replied in a very light voice: "The professor said that if his experiment is successful, it may save you from the fate of corruption. So I joined."