Overturned Tower

"I've answered your doubts. Now can you come with me?"

Bad Day asked with a smile.

"let me see……"

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

If Mr. Inferior encounters danger, he will definitely not be able to help as a mere second-level psyker.

If you go at this time, it will only cause chaos and make the enemy's hostage happy. In this way, the inferior can no longer be defeated.

When Russell was playing games, watching anime, and watching movies, he especially hated his pig teammates who could do nothing but cause trouble and be held hostage.

Now, at least he himself could never be that person.

But...he does have things that only Russell can do.

——He has to go find Xiao Liuli and find out.

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

certainly.

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

Because Russell can roughly guess that Xiao Liuli must have something in their hands.

Russell still remembered that when Xiao Liuli left the room, she said "I'm sorry" to herself several times. At least in Xiao Liuli's view, she will definitely die here, and she will most likely be disposed of or become an uncoded person... From now on, she will have a real "social death", and there is no need to act with herself anymore .

And considering the timing of her detection as a "suspected demon" was so coincidental.

The demon who attacked her must be on the same team as this security company - or at least definitely cooperating.

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

The devil must be caught as soon as possible.

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

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

There are not many reports of suspected demons on weekdays, but that is a natural occurrence. The devil will subconsciously hide his identity and wait for hatching... But if the devil intentionally attacks others to increase reports, then it will become increasingly difficult to catch him with limited processing efficiency.

The most terrifying thing is that if the gangs in the lower city know about this and think this is a good way to cause trouble for them...

So among the large number of reports of suspected demons, the real demon must be hidden. Once the demon is hatched, hundreds or thousands of innocent people will suffer.

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

Russell said seriously: "I want to ask her who is the person behind the scenes."

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

Bad Day got up and walked to the door. He turned around and motioned for Russell to follow: "The Tower of Babel must know more than such a little singer..."

There is no compulsion or order. Even the tone is like a chat between friends.

——If you don’t count his actions of casually kicking a head out of the way while walking on the road.

"...Where to go?"

Russell hesitated for a moment, then followed directly.

"Tower of Babel."

Bad Ri said this, stretched out his hand and pressed on the door handle, and said: "Open the door, deer head statue."

Then, he opened the door.

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

Russell followed 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 gravity.

He immediately realized... that he had arrived in the Lower City.

The surrounding environment is a silvery gray with a sci-fi feel and a mysterious atmosphere.

- Just like in a spaceship.

Although gravity was normal, Russell had such an idea inexplicably.

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

It's not because of the silver-grey metallic color, but because of the air-tight passage door.

At the connection between this room and the outside is a circular hatch that rotates into three parts. It looked like a shape that reminded Russell of three magatama sharingan eyes connected together.

In this room, except for a few lonely metal pillars... there was almost nothing.

There are only "doors" of different sizes.

——Yes, the door is densely packed.

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 mechas or heavy tanks to pass through.

Except for the door behind Russell, which was exactly the same as the Honeycomb Nightclub... there was no color or decoration on every other door.

And when Bad Day closed the door, the door, which was originally the same color and shape as the Honeycomb Nightclub, quickly lost its color and turned into gray without any decoration.

"I see……"

Russell looked at the door closing behind him and felt a little surprised: "That's how you came in."

Yesterday, Russell saw Bad Day opening the door to his room as a matter of course, so he thought, "The first-class cabin of this airship is not a two-person room."

Otherwise, how could he get in so easily?

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

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

"Yes."

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

--What's the meaning?

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

If we say that the Tower of Babel has the ability to open any door, it can lead to another similar door. So this room is not so much the inside of the Tower of Babel, but rather a "concierge" specially built to use this ability.

It's probably like an express delivery room.

If someone breaks in through the open door, they won't be able to reach the inner level. Because this heavy metal door that looks very sci-fi and is extremely airtight is not spatially connected to the "headquarters" inside.

When Bad Day walked past, the door began to rotate and make a hissing sound.

This reminded the somewhat hungry Russell of a pressure cooker.

It made a heavy sound and slowly opened - Russell then realized that the thickness of this door alone was nearly one meter.

It is not one-sided. Instead, there is a very complex, layer-by-layer mechanical structure inside.

This is definitely not just for added air tightness...

Russell even saw blast-proof layers in them.

Is this to prevent someone from breaking in by force?

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

Russell waited for the door to be fully opened and couldn't help but ask: "And it can also avoid most surveillance."

"So we're everywhere...and don't say 'y'all."

Bad Day turned around and emphasized: "You have to say, 'we'."

"...but I haven't even met any other members except you."

"It's okay, you're about to meet our leader."

Bad Day said so.

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

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

And Russell clearly noticed... This room was filled with densely packed wires 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 cables had completely submerged them. The tangled, yet strangely logical way of organizing wires reminded Russell of a "warehouse" or "computer room"...or, in other words, the blood vessels and nerves inside the human body.

Russell's tail slowly stood up and swayed from side to side.

"leader……"

His voice rang out, but the echo that was too empty made it unusually loud, startling him.

So Russell quickly lowered his voice and asked in a low voice: "Does the leader work in a place like this?"

"'--Yes.'"

Many overlapping mechanical synthesized sounds echoed in the space.

Because the echo actually has a touch of sacredness.

Only then did Russell realize that there was a light source in this room - but he had never seen it before.

Three beams of light from different directions are gathered together.

It was a mutilated human figure hanging high on the wall, with its head lowered.

Her eyes were closed and her head was lowered. She looked like she was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Her black hair is as smooth as a waterfall, and her appearance is cute and childish, like a delicate and lifeless doll.

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

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

Russell's attention was first captured by the delicate face for a moment, and then he noticed her unusually mutilated body.

That is no longer the term "disabled person" can be used to describe.

She wasn't wearing anything because it was unnecessary. The left side of the body still barely retains the collarbone, while the right side has been mechanically replaced down to the lower jaw and a small piece of cheek.

It doesn't even have a heart, let alone an organ. The only existing part of the body is the head...except for half of the collarbone.

Instead, there is 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 raised arc of her chest, it seems that she is a girl.

In this era, even full-body prosthetics can be easily achieved. The level of simulation is exactly the same as that of humans, or even better.

However……

The machine under this child is like a monster.

Not even remotely similar 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 they were originally pipes fixed to the wall.

Yes... Even if it is a metal-colored prosthetic body made of pure machinery, the human part is only the part above the waist. In addition, she naturally has no arms.

Like a victim on a cross - but she couldn't even nail it. Because even the limbs don't exist.

"I brought the deer head statue."

Bad Ri raised his head, put his right hand on his chest and said in a deep voice.

The shocked Russell looked back subconsciously.

I saw that his always smiling face became so solemn and solemn for the first time.

——Deer head statue.

Upon hearing this code name, Russell turned around.

Deer head above the fireplace...

...or maybe a ship's head made of deer head?

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