Chapter 3260 (1/2)

That's what I said, but after all, I have to ask steel bone for information. He was once controlled by dakside, and now he can hear drops in his head. What's the connection between the probability.

Here's the advantage of having a good relationship with the doomsday patrol. The death knell said they wanted to drink tea, but it was the negatives who couldn't do it enthusiastically. They took the initiative to take three people to the underground laboratory to have a look.

The chief treatment technology... They also know in their hearts that if they really can't cure the steel bone, they will return the people to the death knell and take them away.

The death knell just gave you a good idea. Now that someone else has something to do, of course I have to help.

This is called interpersonal relationship. The patrol is just a little low self-esteem, not autistic.

So at their warm invitation, the death knell reluctantly put down the tea cup and followed them to the basement.

The interior area of the manor is large, and the room structure is a little complex. It's like a maze. The beautiful wallpaper on the wall is a little old and slightly gray under the dim corridor light.

Turning left and right, stepping on the thick carpet, the tin man led the way to the entrance of the basement, which is located in a corner of the kitchen. It must have been used as a manor wine cellar or storage room.

As soon as the door leading to the underground was opened, a cold air rushed up and even formed clouds.

Barrington shivered and touched his arm quickly:

”It's too cold down here. The air conditioner is fully turned on! Did the chief work in the cold storage of the slaughterhouse before?”

Several members of the patrol looked at each other. Crazy Jane replied in a lovely little girl's tone, ”we don't have air conditioning in our house.”

When it comes to cold, I think of ice and snow, and then I think of the global snow made by dakside. The eagle girl immediately became nervous. She held the morning star hammer in both hands and assumed the posture that if something came out of the ground, she would go down with a hammer.

She has been reincarnated hundreds of times, and most of the time she has been murdered, so she is somewhat paranoid of being killed and feels that someone will always kill her.

Su Ming waved his hand and walked into the basement without paying attention: ”the little girl just said there was no air conditioning, and didn't say there was no cold storage here. There are so many people waiting to eat here. It's normal to install a cold storage underground.”

”The steel bone should not have been dismembered and hung on the iron hook...” Barry was also immersed in the illusion of the slaughterhouse. It was like seeing the chief in a wheelchair cut the steel bone into pieces and strips with a huge meat chopper like a door panel.

”No, although sometimes the chief treatment method is... Failure.” the tin man walked down with the death knell. He rubbed his hands and explained, ”but believe me, his starting point is good. No matter what method is used, it must be to help.”

The tin man was sure, but after more than ten seconds, he was a little uncertain.

The basement is like a dungeon transformation style. Each room is isolated by iron doors. Compared with the buildings on the ground, the walls here are simple red bricks, and the lighting means is that some explosion-proof lights are hung on the cables, as if it were a construction site.

Outside the laboratory, when no one answered the knock, the death knell opened the door with the weapon in his hand. The scene was beyond everyone's expectation.

A room that looks like an operating room is filled with all kinds of high-tech equipment that ordinary people can't understand. Different brains are soaked in large cans, and electrode pieces are pasted on them.

In the bright but pale light, there were two back-to-back chairs, a bit like the style used by dentists. At this time, the chief and steel bone were lying on the same chair, staring as if they were dying.

The chief's wheelchair was left aside. Their heads and necks were covered with dense electrodes, and these wires were gathered together, connected to the brains in other cylinders, and finally gathered in the instruments and equipment not far away.