Overturned Tower

Russell had never heard of the name "Reconstruction Agency".

He subconsciously turned on the map location - not surprisingly, Russell did not find the existence of this building from the map navigation.

It is empty on the map as a whole, it does not exist at all.

Even when Russell went to the search engine to search for "Reengineering Agency" and "Tianen Memory Armed Research Institute", he could hardly find anything.

The only thing that can be found is that in a news article about the destruction of residential buildings in the upper city by armed mercenaries in the lower city, a commentator once mentioned the term "reconstruction agency". But the netizens who noticed this incident below seem to understand it as some kind of special facility similar to a juvenile reformatory, or simply a coined word... More people don't care about this somewhat unfamiliar word at all.

And the name of this commentator, Russell is also very familiar.

It was the commentator named "Tantra" in the news that Russell just saw.

…Having leaked this level of secrets, can you still continue to serve as a commentator to explain such a big event as the resurrection of an angel?

Russell guessed almost immediately that the commentator, who went by the pseudonym "Tantra," was probably a genie.

Considering how idle he is, it shouldn't be a certain director. It is an idle elf with a free body.

"—Don't be dumbfounded."

The voice of the inferior suddenly sounded, causing Russell to raise his tail slightly in fright.

He stopped, turned his head slightly, and frowned: "Don't think this is a country house.

"Don't leave me ten steps away. When you turn a corner, just take two steps to keep up with me. If someone talks to you, no matter what the image is or what the topic is, first ask me if I can respond to him."

Hearing the inferior's words, Russell's heart tightened immediately, and he took two quick steps to follow.

Russell lowered his voice and asked quietly:

"...Aren't the demons here imprisoned?"

"Well...how should I put it?"

The inferior frowned and fell into thought.

Quite rarely, he did not immediately respond to Russell's question.

"Just look at it."

He concluded in this way, and pushed open the door of the villa.

The door looks like it's unlocked... as if it's a real villa, not even a doorman or bodyguard.

But Russell quickly realized the truth of the matter:

This should be because Delphinium recorded the inferior and Russell's chip codes. In this way, when they pass by here, they will not trigger the original defense facilities here, but can pass through normally.

As for the original defense facilities here?

…Russell thought it best not to know.

When Russell followed the inferior to enter, the doubts in his heart became clearer.

This floor is not a wooden floor, nor is it marble, nor is it cement or concrete.

Amazingly, it's rubber flooring.

—I saw strange color tracks all over the ground.

It’s like a children’s jigsaw puzzle or a running track—red, blue, yellow, purple, green and other colors either exist alone, or are inlaid with each other in the form of squares, forming lines on the ground. Messy color path.

Russell felt a little dizzy just by taking a look at it.

And what makes Russell even more difficult to understand, and even a little panic is...

He saw many people who were clearly dressed as prisoners and wearing pure white restraint uniforms, walking freely in this villa!

...what's the situation?

Jailbroken?

Let me catch up?

"Don't panic."

The inferior said flatly: "Look carefully...their limbs are all prosthetics."

Russell froze for a moment, then looked intently.

Sure enough—the limbs of all the prisoners are bionic prosthetic limbs that look very close to the real body. Although there were many prisoners coming and going, Russell looked carefully and found that there were only thirteen or four types in total.

Among them, four types are used the most and are the closest to the size of ordinary people.

This is somewhat similar to the prosthetic technology used by Xiao Liuli, but it is cheaper. Because there is no need to cover up the traces of the prosthetic limb... such as hiding the interface and the like.

Another detail, Russell noticed, is that each model is the same length from shoulder to fingertip, and their hands are the same shape.

This means that this bionic prosthetic is some kind of mass-produced product.

— Ashamed to say.

Russell's first reaction was... If he can negotiate such an order, can he get a lot of kickbacks from it?

"Long time no see, poor one."

A hoarse voice sounded.

At the same time as hearing that voice, Russell felt a tingle in his spine.

He turned around suddenly... and saw a snake.

Yes, a snake.

A snake beauty with gorgeous red long curly hair and dark yellow vertical eyes.

The part below her waist was directly cut off, and connected to a metal snake tail made of machinery, which looked extremely hideous.

If you get sucked by this thing... I'm afraid you'll die from a ruptured internal organ.

"Long time no see, Blind Snake."

The inferior stopped, looked down at the snake girl who was much shorter than him by a head, and said slowly: "I am so happy to see you are still alive."

"Oh?"

The red-haired snake girl known as "Blind Snake" smiled: "Are you in love with me?"

"I'm in love with your psionic powers."

The corner of the mouth of the inferior raised slightly: "It's really easy to use. Today I will take away your memory severely."

"Then I'd be honored."

Blind Snake asked curiously, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com showed a girl-like innocent look on his face: "But, what are they used for?

"Have you seen the fear that a child feels when he is gradually paralyzed? He wants to cry...but when he opens his mouth, he can't make any sound...it will take several hours, ten or so hours before he dies."

"That's not true."

The inferior sneered: "But using them to catch other demons is very useful.

"I used your psychic power to capture the newly sent demons in the past six months. Or should they thank you? At least they can be sent to the regeneration facility instead of being blown to pieces by me."

Hear the words of the inferior.

The snake girl's complexion immediately became gloomy, and her voice became sharp: "How can you release my spiritual power to those dirty adults?

"—they deserve it too?!"

Her pupils suddenly became bloodshot and turned crimson.

The inferior one stood there indifferently, looking at her motionless.

Russell subconsciously took half a step back.

But he saw... the next moment the snake girl crawled from the "yellow" passage to the "blue" next to it.

As if she touched some invisible grid, she was suddenly bounced back. And because of this, she was pressed to the "red" floor on the other side of the "yellow", and was bounced off again.

Just two times, it has become dying.

Russell looked at her in surprise, vaguely grasping the rules of confinement in this "prison".

Looking at the prisoners walking in an orderly manner, as well as the prisoners who lined up like crossroads and passed in an orderly manner despite the wide road...

...Is it true that everyone here is only allowed to "walk on a certain color"?