System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

It is that it may be difficult to see a doctor like a gentle big sister again in the future, which makes Searle feel a little regretful.

Putting his mood away, Searle opened his legs and prepared to continue walking in the direction of Sule District.

But as soon as Syl took a step, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Originally, doctors only stuffed a lot of surgical tools into the windbreaker, but now there is nothing in the doctor's windbreaker.

Moreover, the layer of light armor attached to the outside of the windbreaker made Syl feel a little hindered in his movements.

As soon as this thought sounded in Syl's heart, the black light armor on Syl's body melted like flesh and blood, blended into the black windbreaker, and disappeared.

"Huh?" Syl stopped and lowered his head and raised his hand, watching with some surprise that the gauntlet on his hand melted into his sleeve.

Are the clothes and armor on your body made of blood?

Those tools don't also...

Thinking so, Syl reached into his windbreaker with a hand wearing a white glove.

There was obviously no surgical bag in the windbreaker, but when Syl stretched out his hand again, there was already a long, narrow and sharp scalpel between his index and middle fingers.

Are all tools free to be forged from flesh?The doctor's blood is already so strong?

The doctor's strength has increased, which is a good thing for Searle. Searle waved the scalpel in his hand, and the silvery scalpel shattered into countless blood threads, and then penetrated into Searle's body.

After putting away the scalpel, Seale continued to raise his legs and walked towards the direction of Sule District.

With the previous determination of the relative position of the doctor's blood and the help of the morning newspaper, Searle walked directly towards Hemington Avenue without even thinking about it.

The section of the street that was blocked due to landslides was most likely where the underground laboratory was located.

It's just that Searle didn't know what happened there, so that countless laboratories that strengthened the enchantment actually collapsed.

And if it collapses, won't the laboratory be exposed?But now there is no news?

A lot of doubts weighed on Searle's heart together, but Searle didn't feel any upset at all, instead he just felt peaceful in his heart.

Syl didn't deliberately want to hurry, and even slowed down a little, walking a little slowly.

Just when Seale's left foot had just stepped onto Hemington Street, a system prompt came again in front of Seale.

"Green Guide (4/20)"

"The Fourth Guideline: Let Physicians Join the "Flying Ascension" Club"

"Ascension" will?

Seeing this word written in the ancient Dasaya language, Syl fell into thought.

"Ascension" will?Is it the organization that the underground lab belongs to?

This name is very similar to the concept of Ascension of Flesh and Flesh that Friedman preached, and it seems that this organization is correct.

But why should physicians join them?

Wouldn't it be better to directly eliminate or ban it?

Searle leaned on the edge of the sidewalk and walked towards the place where the Hemington Avenue collapsed. Soon, Searle saw two eye-catching "No Passing" signs, which were placed on the street.

Moreover, warning strips were attached to the prohibition sign. When Syl looked inside, he could only see a piece of ruins and a big hole inside, and nothing could be seen inside.

Before reaching this cordon, many people will take a detour through the side alleys. This is not a traffic artery, and they can pass through other places.

"Please get out of here, lady." A police detective who was outside the cordon walked towards Searle with his right hand holding the gun in his waist.

It seemed that Searle's attire had put a lot of psychological pressure on the detective.

Just when the police detective was about to continue speaking and drive away the woman wearing a strange mask in front of him like driving away other civilians, he suddenly felt an unusual hotness in his body.

The blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling, making the skin of his whole body turn a strange red color, his brain was also rapidly deprived of oxygen, and he lost consciousness.

His hands were trembling slightly, and all the muscles and blood in his body refused to obey his orders. He forcibly lifted his hands up slightly and saluted the woman in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, and tore open a hole in the cordon, allowing the woman in the crow's mouth mask to pass through.

After the mysterious man passed, he pulled up the cordon again, but after a while, his whole body suddenly shook, and he managed to maintain his figure by holding on to the wooden warning sign in front of him.

"Strange... dizzy..."

The detective frowned and rubbed his temples, thinking he had suffered from heat stroke from standing in the sun for too long.So he put on his police cap and leaned towards the shadow of the house next to him.

He seemed to have completely forgotten what he had just done.

Syl, who passed the cordon unimpeded, stepped on the gravel on the ground, and looked at the seemingly bottomless darkness below the hole.

Enchantment...

The location of the collapse must not be so deep, and the darkness in front of him is just an enchantment that isolates exploration.

Syl stretched out her hand, and a drop of blood slowly condensed on the index finger of her white glove.

It looked like a cloth glove, but a drop of blood dripped out into the endless darkness below.

That drop of blood smoothly broke through the black barrier and dripped into the boundless darkness.

Syl's eyes under the mask slowly closed, as if she was feeling something, and soon, she opened her eyes and took a slow step towards the black hole.

The body lost its balance in an instant, and Syl was swallowed by the black barrier in the next second, and entered the inside of the barrier.

"despair--"

Landing lightly, Syl's boots stepped on the gravel, making a crisp sound.

This is the underground laboratory named "Rabbit Cage" that Searle came to yesterday afternoon, but the basement is now a mess.

Under the sunlight from the top, fragments of glass jars scattered everywhere exude a little light. Countless strange specimens that were once displayed in glass jars are lying on the ground, and their chests are invariably broken. Big holes, blood The entire basement floor was stained red.

Several of the most severely damaged human corpses were still wearing white protective clothing, which looked like experimenters.

In the underground laboratory, besides Searle, there was already a person standing there.

It's Friedman.

Friedman has been standing in the shadows with his head down, as if he has been waiting for someone.

After Syl landed on the ground, Friedman slowly walked out of the shadows, his round bald head reflecting the sun's rays.

"I need an explanation, Miss Silver Crow." Friedman raised his head slowly, and he could see that his face was livid now, as if he could no longer maintain a calm mood.

"What happened." Searle said lightly, and replied, "You know best."

Friedman, who was originally in a questioning tone, subconsciously took a step back after seeing Searle who was looking over at this time.

"This......"

It wasn't Friedman's hallucination. After just one night, Friedman already felt that the Silver Crow in front of him seemed to be a completely different person.

Not only Silver Crow itself, but even the mask she wore on her face gave people a different feeling.

If the original mask gave Friedman the feeling that it was just a silverware being worn on the face.

The mask, which has now oxidized to the point of being almost black, made Friedman feel as if it had grown on the face of the silver crow and merged with her.

And... it seems to be true... Friedman didn't feel the presence of other auras on the Silver Crow except the Silver Crow at all.

It's like, the items on the Silver Crow are all part of the Silver Crow, completely growing on the Silver Crow, like a whole.

This made Friedman, who was a little curious about the face under the mask of the Silver Crow, now dare not imagine what is under the mask.

If the Silver Crow yesterday made people feel like a beautiful woman was wrapped in a windbreaker, gloves and a mask, now Friedman feels that there may be some kind of horror hidden under this suit .

"Is it... last night's ascension ceremony?" Friedman pursed his dry lips and confirmed.

Although I can't believe it, after nearly a night of investigation by Friedman, I have roughly a guess.

Four experimenters were brutally murdered underground, and the other three experimenters who had returned home were all turned into corpses in their own homes without knowing who was following them.

Moreover, the laboratory was also extensively destroyed. Almost all the results of the "rabbit cage" laboratory were destroyed, and all research materials were also burned.

Originally, Friedman immediately pointed the suspect at the Silver Crow brought back yesterday afternoon, but after investigating the scene, Friedman gave up this guess.

An empty glass jar caught Friedman's attention.

This is a "remnant" that was performed by Silver Crow himself at the Ascension Ceremony yesterday, and the ceremony was finally completed.

The corpse, which was completely useless and whose limbs were simply stitched together, has completely disappeared now.

Some traces of the attack left at the scene also looked like sharp teeth removed from some kind of monster...

"She... really woke up, didn't she?" Friedman asked slowly, his tone seemed to hide some excitement, "She still has the ability to think independently, doesn't she?"

Searle didn't speak, but looked at Friedman quietly through thick black goggles.

Friedman already understood something in his heart, and he walked quickly to Searle, without considering things like his identity, and knelt down on one knee in front of Searle, lowered his head and said:

"Sorry, Your Excellency Silver Crow, I shouldn't have doubted your ability yesterday..."

"I also didn't control my subordinates properly, causing them to open the culture bottle without permission... It's all my fault and has nothing to do with the 'Ascension' meeting..."

The destruction of the "rabbit cage", the death of seven researchers, the destruction of a large amount of monster materials, and the destruction of countless experimental results, all of these were thrown away by Friedman in an instant.

Compared with those things, Friedman cared more about Silver Crow's attitude.

If the silver crow's technology can be obtained, why not rebuild other things?

Materials can continue to be procured or hunted, researchers can continue to be cultivated, and laboratories can be rebuilt.

But the knowledge about physical ascension, no matter how many laboratories are built, may not be obtained.

Syl shook his head slowly when he heard Friedman's words:

"I originally thought that you were in step with me, even though you might be a little behind."

Syl's tone was flat, but anyone could hear a slight sense of loss from her flat tone.

This clearly shows Silver Crow's mood at this time - I am showing you the operation steps with good intentions, but you don't take my experiment seriously.

Friedman naturally understands this very well, and also understands that yesterday's self was too arrogant and underestimated Silver Crow.

At the same time, Friedman couldn't help feeling some admiration for the master's judgment.

I already bad-mouthed the performance of Silver Crow in front of the master yesterday, but the master didn't know what happened, so he kept saying wait and give Silver Crow some time.

If you really give time to wait until now, maybe Silver Crow will be able to communicate with himself well.

Friedman was filled with remorse.

But at this time, Friedman had to continue to bow his head. He had to use his sincerity to redeem his mistakes yesterday.