The Fool of the Gods

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor of the underground laboratory. Two gloomy-faced followers escorted an anxious old man to the office in a hurry.

Apparently they heard the huge noise coming from the office.

The old man had silver hair, glasses, and looked like an old scholar. In any sense, he seemed to be the boss of this laboratory.

The two followers who led the way in front of him seemed a little mysterious. They were dressed in black clothes that covered every inch of their skin, even their faces were not exposed, and the leather hoods on their heads only revealed their noses and eyes.

This kind of dress was particularly strange in such a deep underground laboratory, because it was originally secretive and uninhabited. It was really puzzling that they were wrapped so tightly in such a place.

The followers moved quickly, and they pushed open the door before the old man. At the moment the door was opened, two identical chants were chanted together:

"Judge, the time for evidence collection has come.

All evidence will be recorded, and all traces cannot be forged.

The suspect will identify himself here, give up unnecessary defense, and cry out in repentance.

Then!

Under the gaze of [Order]...

There is no way to escape!"

At the moment the chanting ended, two white lights spread rapidly towards the room, and soon the entire office was frozen.

Under the influence of [Order], time seemed to be slightly stagnant.

And at this moment, the old man walked past the two Herrs and entered the room.

He first glanced at the documents on the desk, then looked up at the big hole in the roof, and asked in surprise:

"This is..."

The moment he asked, the two Herrs had already flashed into the room and searched everywhere. The Herrscher on the left, who was skilled and courageous, jumped directly into the black hole on the roof and groped upwards to find the trace.

Another attendant stayed at the spot to investigate, and only frowned and replied after confirming that no one was in the room:

"Mr. Serius, there are no signs of disturbance around, but the collapse of the roof is obviously man-made. The walls of the laboratory will never be shaken like this by the aftermath of the explosion, not to mention that it has been a long time since the explosion.

I guess the visitor did not dare to jump down rashly after discovering the laboratory, and has returned the same way. You can rest assured that the ruins have not been cleared yet, and even if there is experimental data lost, it will never be lost outside.

That lord is already dealing with uncontrollable experimental materials, and we will also ensure that no one sneaks into the laboratory from here.

I will stay here until others come to investigate everything, and you can go back and continue your experiment first.

Please rest assured, that lord will ensure the absolute safety here."

Serius took another look at the experimental data on the table, nodded solemnly, and then left with his hands behind his back.

Shortly after he left, the follower who sneaked into the roof retreated back the same way. As soon as he landed, he said to his companion:

"Someone did sneak in. We don't know if it's experimental material or our old friend. This person is very determined. He dug from the ruins for a long time before digging here. He never turned in the middle. It seems that he has a means of positioning, but his hole-drilling technique is unfamiliar. He looks more like a hard-working... knight.

I hope it's not our friend Grinde. I hope he has given up.

But...

Alas, I still think it might be...

Because the air is filled with rich thunder elements, which are traces of thunder punishment.

What did you find here, Mr. Serius...

Hmm? Figol, why don't you say anything? This is not like you."

The follower turned around and looked at his companion in confusion, but found that his companion had taken off his leather headgear at some point, revealing his golden and smooth hair.

"!!!

Figor, how can you take it off here..."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the whole person quickly retreated.

But it was too late, because "Figor" had already stabbed the dagger into his lower abdomen!

"You..."

The follower staggered back in pain, staring at the companion who betrayed him in disbelief. Just as he was about to open his mouth to draw the punishment power of [Order], he found that another person suddenly appeared behind him!

A person who looked like plasticine.

The rubber man quietly pressed against his back, and then a pair of arms like glue and snakes instantly strangled his neck, making him unable to utter a syllable.

"Uh... uh..."

Seeing this, "Figor" smiled and walked up to him, and conjured a poker with a mouth drawn on it out of thin air, and carefully stuck it onOn his forehead.

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Li Yi, and I'm a...

magician."

After saying that, Li Yi snapped his fingers, and the dagger that was stuck in the follower's heart turned into another poker card and quickly put it away.

This set of silky combos was so pleasing to the eye. The only pity was that the protagonist in the center of the stage was a magician, not a clown.

So the clown was jealous.

"Have you finished pretending? Can we start asking questions?"

Cheng Shi, who had watched the whole process in the shadow of the corner, sucked his teeth in pain and stood up.

Li Yi's face, which was quite elegant just now, turned ugly in an instant because of this sentence. He sighed helplessly and silently gave up his position.

"Cheng Shi, it's your turn now."

"Tsk, why are you so reluctant? We agreed that I will give you your freedom and you will do things for me. We should set clear prices for business, so that no one will suffer any loss. Don't you agree, Brother Gao San?"

Gao San's head, with the prison helmet, was like a shrinking octopus head, next to the follower's neck. Although his expression could not be seen, his tone alone could tell that he was also quite helpless at this time.

"Can you hurry up? I don't have much mental power."

Cheng Shi touched his nose innocently and said, "I am a priest. How could I let my teammates run out of mental power?"

Haha, teammates? Priests?

Are there teammates who use lightning to strike people when they meet?

Are there priests with semi-artifact-level output?

Do you think I believe it or not?

Gao San rolled his eyes silently and stopped talking.

The four living people in this room can be teammates with anyone, even players and NPCs can be teammates, but you, Cheng Shi, can never be a teammate with anyone!

At least not a true teammate.

Of course, it is impossible to scold, after all, people are under the eaves, but it is still possible to rant in the heart.

Cheng Shi raised his eyebrows and looked at Gao San, nodded thoughtfully: "I feel that you are scolding me, but I have no evidence. Don't let me find evidence, otherwise... "

"..."

Gao San shut up wisely, and when he stopped talking, Cheng Shi, oh no, the clown's performance began as scheduled.

He walked to the follower who was strangled by Gao San, slowly cut the follower's heart with the tip of the scalpel, and smiled kindly:

"I ask, you answer, wrong, you die, understand?"

The follower's pupils shrank sharply, obviously very scared, but he did not nod or speak.

"Very good, I like challenging interrogations, and I hope your beliefs will be so firm next time, so let's get started.

The first question, what is the experimental material you just mentioned...?"

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