Chapter 33 The Taint of the Tower

"Not familiar?"

The visitor repeated his words, looked up and down Shu Mo's expression, and a faint laugh came from under his mask: "How is that possible? Think about it again. I think you must know it."

"I'm really not familiar with it," Shu Mo continued bravely. At this moment, he felt that he had exhausted all his acting skills in his life: "But I seem to have heard of such a newcomer. , I can, I can take you to him."

No matter what, he tried his best to fool the person in front of him, but Shu Mo looked at his legs and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

The masked intruder looked at him. He and his brother were separated. In other words, a group of them wanted to invade the laboratory, but they lost several of their companions during the invasion, let alone now. After searching for someone in the huge laboratory, he caught a guide just after entering the place, which was also a surprise for him.

Of course, more surprises are yet to come. The intruder now only hopes that his brother can reunite with him as soon as possible. After all, the other party is a road fool, and he is face-blind.

At his waist and abdomen, a long strip hung down under the cover of clothes, hanging in mid-air, and the end seemed to be connected to the other end, which meant that his brother was very close to him. He pressed down on the person in front of him and spoke in a polite tone as if he was chatting with someone: "Why am I bothering you?"

"Lead the way."

The man said and took down the giant blade in his hand. This was certainly not because he intended to let go. He wanted to pass Shu Mo, but because he had realized that the person in front of him was not a hunter. He could guarantee that he would chop off Shu Mo's head in a short time, and then stab his heart with a knife.

Shu Mo raised his eyes, turned around slowly, and heard the people around him say: "You'd better not walk too fast."

So Shu Mo chose to fall next to him and walk side by side with him. Throughout the whole process, the other party did not conceal the murderous intention emanating from him. In such a critical situation, Shu Mo tried hard to think of countermeasures. Now they were in a very far distance from Xi's position, and several dangerous people were imprisoned here. Level 5 pollutants; but Shu Mo does not know their specific information. Shu Mo could look for opportunities to ask the hunter for help or sound the alarm, but he was more certain that the person next to him could chop off his head with a knife. Under such circumstances, Shu Mo finally thought of something that could help him. However, at this moment, the person next to him suddenly stopped and continued:

"I noticed that you are walking a little slowly." The man's eyes passed across his legs: "Are you delaying time on purpose?"

"My My leg was injured two days ago." Shu Mo's expression looked very sincere, but the more the intruder looked at him, the more he felt something was wrong.

The man squinted his eyes and examined Shu Mo in front of him. Suddenly he frowned. He stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out a portrait from his arms. On the painting was a man with black hair and green eyes, wearing a cleaner's overalls. , raised his lips and smiled under the light of the camera. This was Shu Mo's appearance when he was taking work photos on the lower floor. I don't know where he got this thing from.

The man looked at the portrait. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the right side of Shu Mo's cheek: "Don't move."

Looking at his actions, a substantial pressure enveloped Shu Mo, making him start Feeling sweaty. He glanced at the painting out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly his whole body froze: because wasn't it his face?

In the portrait, Shu Mo smiles brightly and does not seem to have any worries. In reality, Shu Mo looked at the person in front of him and looked him up and down. Just when Shu Mo felt that his death was coming, he heard the man say: "You... look very similar."

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"It's strange, your eyes are too. Green." The intruder looked at them carefully and said, "The eyebrows, eyes, and mouth are very similar."

Not very similar, they are exactly the same. Shu Mo looked at the person in front of him and didn't know whether to be shocked by the other person's eyes or to persuade the person in front of him: Brother, why don't you go see an ophthalmologist first?

"They look similar." The intruder brought the portrait closer and further away, almost wanting to turn it into a flower in his hands, but he was still not sure whether he had found the wrong person, because he had really done it before Something similar: After receiving a commission, he lurked beside the target for many days, and finally sneaked into the target's home to assassinate him. He did not alert anyone else during the whole process. His movements were smooth, fast, ruthless, and accurate, killing him with one blow.

However, when he took the target's head back, the other party said tactfully: You killed the wrong person, you killed the target's brother.

Is it funny? No, the funnier thing is yet to come. After he returned home, he became more and more angry and decided that he must avenge his shame. So the man once again sneaked into the target's home and killed the target with a knife. This time he did not He received a bad review from his employer, not because he found the right person, but because the employer was the target's brother, and the man he killed was his employer.

This incident has become a stain on his life. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, the man learned from the pain and decided to find a guide to help him identify each invasion. This guide is usually his younger brother. When he is not around, he will randomly look for a lucky person to help him identify it.

This time he didn't kill the wrong person, but the guide he captured was his target.

Shu Mo forced a smile and accepted the man's gaze. The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Under such circumstances, the sound of footsteps came from far away. Shu Mo subconsciously raised his perspective and wondered if this was a patrolling hunter. Then he heard:

"Brother !"

A strange man wearing the same style of clothing walked over. His knife was still stained with blood. No. 13 strode forward. Halfway there, he looked at Shu Mo who was standing next to his brother. He glanced again at No. 7, who was holding up the portraits for comparison. No. 13's footsteps became slower and slower...

He looked suspicious and looked at Shu Mo's face again. Half of the man's face They all twitched: "Brother!"

No. 13 looked a little broken: "Are you chatting with the mission target?!"

After invading the director's laboratory, he found the mission target and then chatted with him?

Thinking of this, No. 13 almost breathed out of breath. He thought that being lost for ten minutes was outrageous enough, but he didn't expect that No. 7's operation was the real shock. In order not to be angered by his brother's manipulation and retire early, he strode forward and pushed aside the people blocking his way. After looking up and down to see if the person in front of him was his target, the man said nothing and even Without any hesitation, Yu pulled out the giant scythe from his waist and swung it at Shu Mo's neck without hesitation.

A strange chirping sound was heard along with a tooth-piercing friction sound. Shu Mo's pupils narrowed a bit, and a stream of air pressed down on him, like a strong wind that could easily swallow him up. The next second, a blast of air came out. A completely different buzzing sound came, and No. 13 widened his eyes, watching his offensive blocked by some kind of barrier, and then counterattacked with a shockingly powerful force. It felt like he had touched A round of sun, and then, he foolishly tried to challenge the authority of the other party, but the other party didn't even fight back, but just glanced at him lightly. No. 13 felt that his bones were almost being crushed to the point of making a crisp sound, and his whole body The man was shot out like a cannonball. After spinning three full times in the air, the man's head hit the wall of the containment room and was stuck inside, motionless.

"Brother!"

The portrait in No. 7's hand was blown away by the strong wind. He turned his head and saw this scene, and he was shocked.

A gorgeous jewel first emerged from the sky, outlining the shape of a sun. Then the precious jewel broke into pieces and turned into a barrier covering Shu Mo's body.

An indescribable sense of security emerged around Shu Mo. He stretched out his hand and tried to touch it. Sure enough, he touched an invisible barrier. A warm temperature enveloped him. This temperament was silent, majestic, but silent. The child was guarding him, seemingly without any sense of existence, but Shu Mo felt an inexplicable peace of mind: as long as the child was still there, he would not be harmed in any way.

At this moment, Shu Mo's gratitude to the director was indescribable. No. 7 glanced at him and could see that the man's eyes were very blank. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to take care of his younger brother first. The man pulled out No. 13 plugged into the wall. The loud noise just now was enough to alert others, but now the entire laboratory seemed quiet. Thinking of this, Shu Mo turned his head and said nothing. He decided to slip away quietly: he was more familiar with the environment here than the two people behind him. If he didn't slip away now, it would be better to stay later.

"Stop!" No. 13 reluctantly stood up with the help of his brother, but his legs were still shaking like an eighty-year-old man. Amid his warning, Shu Mo turned his head and glanced at him. Then, not only did his steps not stop, but he walked faster.

"Damn blasphemer, you -" No. 13 wanted to say something else, but he suddenly vomited a stream of blood in his mouth, and there were even small pieces of internal organs in it. The director stored part of his power in that necklace. No. 13 is not dead now only because of his special physique.

No. 7 supported his younger brother, frowning. Seeing that Shu Mo was about to go away, No. 13 quickly pushed his brother away and asked him to take action. He couldn't just leave just looking at his target. No. 7 looked back at Shu Mo, who was limping and sneaking forward while looking back. He held his weapon and rushed in the direction of the opponent. Because he was moving too fast, his hood even lifted up. Some, revealing the green hair below, the man was like a seasoned butcher, the murderous intention around him surged to the essence, and he swung the weapon in Shu Mo's direction -

and then he flew away like a high-speed spinning golf ball. He went out and slammed against the wall of the holding room, only a few meters away from his brother's position. Fine scarlet bloodshot slowly gushed out from the cracks in the containment room, but it seemed to be insignificant.

In the room wrapped in blood, a scarlet crown slowly woke up from its slumber. Its body levitated, and after slowly turning in a circle, the huge gem on the crown turned toward the wall, somewhat suspiciously.

"Brother..." No. 13 hurriedly pulled his brother off the wall. Both of them were covered in blood, and their green hair was stained with a lot of blood. There was an umbilical cord hanging down on their abdomens. At this time, the two umbilical cords were slowly connected to each other. Amidst the sound of flesh and blood squirming, the faces of No. 13 and No. 7 looked better under the masks. The older brother half dragged them up. His brother, he looked at Shu Mo who had walked away, and suddenly became a little angry: "Stop, damn it, you liar!"

"Do you want to listen to what you are talking about?" Shu Mo was speechless. He didn't care about the people behind him. He continued to cover his head and walked towards Xi's holding room. Since no one came yet, he could only choose to save himself. Shu Mo didn't believe that he had arrived at Xi's door. These two people dared to follow him in. Seeing his appearance, the two of them were a little anxious, and they quickly chased in the direction of Shu Mo. However, this seemingly easy move turned into a two-eight-person battle due to the injury. A senior marathon between a ten-year-old man and Shu Mo.

Shu Mo walked hard in front, while the two people behind him limped behind him. Their legs and feet were shaking so much that they had to support each other to continue chasing. For a moment, the scene even seemed a little inspiring. Shu Mo broke into a cold sweat and looked at the two people behind him. He silently quickened his pace again. Shu Mo didn't think that this protective shield was infinite. Once the time passed, he would be finished.

"blasphemers!!!" No. 13 said almost roaring: "You scum, demons, mortal enemies of God, worms in the tower." He shouted loudly while coughing. It was difficult for him to curse even though he was seriously injured. : "You are trying to overthrow God's authority and disobey the supreme will, but now you don't even dare to confront me?"

Looking at No. 13, No. 7 was silent for a moment and then said: "Brother, please keep your voice down. Well, look, you vomited out your internal organs again."

"Shut up." No. 13 glared at him. Their injuries were slowly improving, and their pace was getting faster. This Paralympic marathon. The second half was approaching, and the players behind him were about to overtake. Shu Mo walked without looking back. He couldn't stand it anymore when he heard the people behind him saying blasphemy. The man turned around and looked back at the two people behind him. After looking around, he finally chose the only weapon he had.

So, the next second, after the price of truth spun in the air, it was treated as a murder weapon and hit directly on the face of No. 13. The man could have avoided it, but his legs suddenly softened inexplicably, He just caught the attack with his face and staggered due to the impact of the book, almost falling to the ground.

"It's so noisy." Shu Mo looked at the two people behind him. After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his middle finger at them. This scene made No. 13 stunned: "You keep saying that I am a blasphemer, but In fact, I didn't do anything, but you kept chasing me. Who is more shameless?"

After Shu Mo said this, he continued walking forward.

"I think you are more like scum!"

As soon as these words came out, No. 7 was fine, but No. 13 almost had a heart attack from anger. He stared at the person in front of him. After a moment of silence, he ignored his brother's dissuasion and took a deep breath before rushing forward again. The sound of the long knife scraping across the barrier was heard. Number 13 was shocked and took a step back. Mask The blood stained his clothes: "You bastards, you bastards!"

This scene even seemed a bit like a child's quarrel, but the danger and malice in it were obviously outrageous. Regardless of his injuries, No. 13 raised his weapon again and kept swinging the knife in Shu Mo's direction: "Do you know that it is because of your existence that the tower has become like this?"

"It's all because of you that the tower is filled with filth. It's all because of you that there are so many pollutants that damage the majesty of God."

After hearing this, he kept moving forward without looking back. Shu Mo suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at the man behind him who was holding his weapon and panting. At this moment, the expression on Shu Mo's face did not seem to be fake. He looked at the intruder behind him and asked doubtfully: "You said What?"

He looked at the person in front of him, wondering from the bottom of his heart: "What is the reason for the birth of pollutants?"