MTL - Overturned Tower-Chapter 38 Deer head portrait (thanks to the lord of Tianrulv feeding)

"I answered your doubts. Can you come with me now?"

Bad day asked with a smile.

"let me see…"

Russell thought carefully about what else he needed to do now.

If Mr. Wicked is in danger, it is definitely not something that a mere second-level psyker can help.

If you go at this time, it will add to the chaos and make the hostages on the enemy's side more happy. In this way, those who were able to beat the inferior ones will not be able to beat them.

When Russell was playing games, watching anime, or watching movies, he hated this kind of pig teammates who couldn't do anything but make trouble and be held hostage.

Today, at least he himself must not be that kind of person.

But... on his side, there are indeed things that only Russell can do.

—He had to go to Xiao Liuli to ask for clarification.

Was she held hostage, or was she a spy sent from the very beginning?

certainly.

It is said to be an inquiry, but it is actually just a confirmation.

Because Russell could roughly guess that Little Liuli must have something in their hands.

Russell still remembered that when Xiao Liuli left the room before, she said "I'm sorry" to herself several times. At least from Xiao Liuli's point of view, she will definitely die here, and she will probably be disposed of or become an uncoded person... From now on, she will be "socially dead" in the true sense, and there is no need to play with herself.

And consider the timing of her detection as a "demon suspect" so coincidental.

The demon who attacked her must have been with this group of security companies—or at least definitely cooperated.

As long as we can find Xiao Liuli, we can learn the identity of that demon from her mouth!

That demon must be caught as soon as possible.

Otherwise, as long as the demon continues to repeat this step to attack others and set traps in this way, they will definitely become more and more dangerous.

After all, they have a fatal flaw... that is, there are too few people.

There are not many reports of suspected demons on weekdays, but it is a naturally occurring situation. Demons will subconsciously hide their identities and wait for hatching... But if demons intentionally attack others to increase reports, it will become more and more difficult to catch the person with limited processing efficiency.

The scariest thing is, if the gangs in downtown find out about this and think it's a good way to get them into trouble...

So many reports of suspected demons will definitely hide real demons. At that time, once the demons hatch, hundreds or thousands of innocent people will suffer.

"I have to go find Little Liuli... If you are worried, you can come with me."

Russell said seriously: "I want to find out from her who is behind the scenes."

"It's okay, it's the same thing."

Bad Day got up and walked to the door, and turned around to signal Russell to follow: "The Tower of Babel must know more than this little singer..."

There is no coercion, nor is it an order. Even the tone is like a small talk between friends.

— If you don't count the action of him walking on the road and kicking a head blocking the road away.

"...where?"

Russell hesitated for a moment, but followed directly.

"Tower of Babel."

Bad day said so, reached out and pressed the doorknob, and said: "Open the door, deer head."

Then, he opened the door.

The scene outside was completely different from the corridor of the nightclub—it turned into an unusually strange dark gray metal building.

Russell followed the bad day forward.

Although Russell was still in room K128 a second ago.

But when he took this step, he felt a momentary confusion in the gravity.

He realized right away...that he had arrived in Lower Town.

The surrounding environment is silver-gray with a sense of science fiction and mysterious atmosphere.

— like in a spaceship.

Although the gravity is normal, such an idea inexplicably appeared in Russell's mind.

But soon, he realized why he had such thoughts...

It's not because of the silver-gray metallic color scheme, but because of the airtight passage door.

At the link between this room and the outside, there is a circular hatch that rotates and divides into three petals. It looks like the shape that reminds Russell of the three hooked jade sharingan that are linked together.

And in this room, apart from a few metal pillars standing alone... almost nothing.

There are only "doors" that differ in size.

— Yes, densely packed doors.

The smallest one can only allow a single person to pass through, while the largest one is more than ten meters long. Enough to allow combat mechs or heavy tanks to pass through.

Except for the door behind Russell that was exactly the same as the Hive Nightclub... There was no color or decoration on any of the other doors.

And when Bad Day closed the door, the door, which was originally the same color and shape as the Hive Nightclub, also quickly faded and turned into gray and white without any decoration.

"I see…"

Russell watched the door close behind him, and suddenly said, "That's how you came in."

Yesterday, Russell saw Bad Day open the door of his room as a matter of course, so he thought "the first-class cabin of this empty boat is not a room for two people".

Otherwise, how did he get in so easily?

And after he came in, he just sat down opposite him so confidently, and poured himself a full cup of tea that was just brewed in front of Russell.

It was because Bad Ri's behavior was so natural that Russell began to wonder if there was something wrong with his common sense, so he didn't dare to ask aloud for a while.

"Yes."

The corner of Bad Ri's mouth raised slightly: "You can even guess...is this inside the Tower of Babel?"

-What's the meaning?

Just as Russell was about to ask, he realized what a bad day was referring to.

If it is said that the Tower of Babel has the ability of any door that "when any door is opened, it can lead to another door similar to it". So this room is not so much the interior of the Tower of Babel, but rather a "gatehouse" specially built to use this ability.

Probably similar to the delivery mail room.

If someone broke in along the opened door, they would not be able to reach the inner layer at all. Because this heavy metal door, which looks very sci-fi and has strong airtightness, is not connected to the internal "headquarters" in space.

When the bad day passed, the door began to rotate and make a chi-chi deflation sound.

It reminded a hungry Russell of a pressure cooker.

It made a heavy sound and slowly opened—Russell realized that the thickness of the door alone was close to one meter.

It is not one-sided. Instead, it has a very complicated, layer-by-layer mechanical structure inside.

It's definitely not just for airtightness...

Russell even saw an explosion-proof layer in it.

Is this to prevent someone from breaking in?

"Through this ability, you can reach anywhere quietly, right?"

Russell waited for the door to be fully opened, and couldn't help asking: "And you can avoid most of the monitoring."

"So we're everywhere...and, don't say 'you'."

Bad Ri looked back and emphasized: "You have to say, 'we'."

"...But I haven't even met any other members besides you."

"It's okay, you will see our leader soon."

Bad day said so.

At this time, the door opened. He stepped forward, and Russell followed.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the extremely empty and dimly lit room, bringing overlapping echoes.

And Russell clearly noticed... This room is filled with dense lines and tubes of different thicknesses, as well as a somewhat old dusty smell.

He couldn't even see what the walls of the room looked like, because the pipes and data lines had completely submerged them. The messy but full of strange sense of logical line arrangement reminds Russell of "warehouse" or "computer room"...or in other words, the blood vessels and nerves inside the human body.

Russell's tail slowly stood up, wagging from side to side.

"leader…"

His voice sounded, but the echo, which had grown loud because of the space, made his voice very loud and startled him.

So Russell hurriedly lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Is the leader working in this kind of place?"

"'-Yes.'"

Many overlapping mechanical synthesis sounds echoed in the space.

Because of the echo, there is a sense of sacredness.

And at this time, Russell realized belatedly that there was actually a light source in this room—but he hadn't seen it before.

Three beams of light from different directions gather together.

It was a mutilated human figure hanging high above the wall with its head down.

With her eyes closed and her head bowed, she looked only fourteen or fifteen years old.

A head of black hair that is as smooth as a waterfall is scattered casually, and his appearance is inclined to the cute and immature type, like a delicate and lifeless doll.

But on her head, there was a pair of silver metal antlers. It's like having a thick layer of tinfoil wrapped around the antlers—does, as we all know, don't usually have antlers.

Under the three light sources, the antlers "wrapped in tin foil" are reflecting bright light mixed with subtle iridescent colors in all directions.

Russell was first caught by the exquisite face for a moment, and then noticed her abnormally mutilated body.

That is no longer the level that "disabled" can be used to describe.

She wasn't wearing any clothes because it wasn't necessary. The left side of the body still barely retains the collarbone, while the right side goes all the way to the lower jaw and a small piece of cheek, UU reading www. uukanshu. com are replaced by machinery.

Not even a heart, let alone an organ. The only part of the body that exists is the head... except for half of the collarbone.

Instead, it was a metal body made entirely of machinery.

There is no skin on the surface, only a mechanical organization that runs endlessly like a clock. Through the slightly protruding arc of her chest, it seems that she is a young girl.

In this era, even a full body prosthesis can be easily achieved. The level of emulation is exactly the same as that of humans, and it can even be better.

However…

The machine under the child is like a monster.

Not the slightest resemblance to humans.

If you are in a trance, you will vaguely see "butterflies" composed of many mechanical pipes on the wall. But the butterfly's wings were still "glued" to the wall - because it was originally a pipe fixed to the wall.

That's right... Even the metal-colored prosthetic body constructed by pure machinery, the human part is only the part above the waist. In addition, she naturally has no arms.

Like a crucified victim—but she couldn't even get the nails on. Because there are not even limbs.

"The head of the deer, I brought it."

Bad day raised his head, stroked his chest with his right hand, and said in a deep voice.

The astonished Russell looked back subconsciously.

It was the first time that his always smiling face became so solemn.

—The head of a deer.

Hearing the code name, Russell turned around.

Deer head above the fireplace...

…or a figurehead made of a deer head?

This unknown code name seems so appropriate at the moment...and cruel.