Overturned Tower

The azure sword light dazzled like a comet——

Bone-cold murderous intent poured into Russell's blood vessels from between his hands, like a running wolf attacking his spine!

Russell's ears stood up instantly and all the down on his tail exploded.

The trace of that light still lingered on Russell's retina.

——Obviously what Bad Sun holds in his hand is just the handle of the bladeless knife.

But the moment it slashed out, it seemed to drag out an extremely slender azure light blade that looked like a whip shadow.

Russell wasn't even completely sure whether the light blade actually existed.

It might even be just his imagination.

Because there are only three steps between him and the bad day. Between the two of them, there was a table that was overturned by the mercenary triggers on both sides.

If the light blade really existed, then Russell squatting on the ground and the table in front of him would be cut in half by this blow.

However, if that sword shadow does not exist...

Russell could clearly feel the lingering chill passing through his body. It goes in from the right side of the neck and goes out from the left side of the waist.

Just like when you drink an iced Coke with your head up, a trace of liquid slips down from your throat and seeps into your clothes.

The awe-inspiring sword intent that almost split him in half at an angle still remained in Russell's body.

He subconsciously put his hand through the front of his coat and touched his skin. to confirm if it is really intact.

——To be specific, there isn’t even a single crack. When I touch it with my hand, I don't feel any coldness where my fingertips touch it... That's normal, the warmth of the skin.

"But this, how..."

Russell murmured subconsciously.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw the two mercenaries who were shooting at them continuously, and suddenly a ball of blood burst out behind them, and their heads were missing.

The headless body slowly fell to its knees. The head without horns rolled towards Russell with a trail of blood behind it. The other one, like an overripe rotten apple, fell to the ground with a clatter, splattering irregular blood stains on the ground.

There was no resistance, no shouting, no fear.

On the head that was rolling over, the mask fell off due to rubbing.

The madness and cruelty still remained on his face, like the traces of a red-hot iron imprinted on his flesh. Only the eyes that could no longer be closed could still see a little bit of vigilance... That should be the vigilance generated when seeing Bad Sun holding something up.

——The two of them didn't even realize that they were dead.

Because in just a moment, their heads were chopped off by Bad Sun, who had his back turned to them.

It was clear that Bad Day was slashing the lightsaber at Russell, but it happened that the heads of the two people standing behind him were missing.

"...Is this also psychic?"

Russell murmured.

He felt a little dizzy and a little nauseous.

He didn't know whether this was because people died in front of him in a shocking manner one after another; or because the smell of blood in the room was too pungent... or maybe it was just a symptom of hypoxia caused by the broken window.

"Take him, Russell."

Bad Day said, pulling out the second memory chip with a flashing red light from behind his ear.

Immediately afterwards, he dropped an unsheathed dagger on the ground.

Worried that it would be sucked away by the wind, Russell immediately held it.

The tailor-made feel and his special shape immediately attracted Russell's attention.

——As a short sword, it has no edge or grid. The blade of this short sword is only twice as long as the handle, and it is so light that it looks like some kind of alloy.

But what is worth noting is a trace of vermilion, like blood, smeared on one of the blades.

It was like using it to cut someone's skin or chop off someone's head without doing any cleaning.

Anyone who looks at it will feel that it looks like a murder weapon that has not been disposed of after a murder.

But that's not possible.

Russell knew very well - in that case, the blood would quickly rust the blade. Moreover, oxidized blood will turn into brown dirt, making it impossible to maintain such a bright red color.

"This is……"

"Think of it as your mother's relic, a psychic weapon. It's called 'Saint's Beheading'. She gave this sword to me back then, and now I'll give it to you."

Bad Day looked at Russell with complicated eyes: "Your mother, Ms. Alice... is also codenamed 'Doctor'. She did not exit the Tower of Babel, never."

"……doctor?"

Russell repeated the code name.

"Do you really think she died of illness?"

Bad Sun guessed what Russell was thinking, so he asked directly: "She is the best healer in Babel, a powerful healer who can directly remove the 'cause'.

"Have you ever seen her get sick even once before this? Or...have you ever been sick yourself?"

Hearing this, Russell's pupils dilated slightly.

He felt as if he had grasped something.

His cheeks were a little flushed due to lack of oxygen.

In the vague hallucination, he seemed to smell the smell of decay that his mother had before she died, mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke on the ground at this moment.

"The 'Deer Head Statue' believes that it may be a psyker with the ability to curse remotely."

Without waiting for Russell to respond, Bad Day directly announced the answer: "The community where the Curse Master is located has been locked by us, somewhere on Happy Island. That's why I came here to deal with this matter.

"Since you can still buy airship tickets through regular channels, it means that her true identity should not have been leaked. Otherwise, you would have been arrested directly by Sogo Island's enforcement department during the offshore security check. So you'd better not Never touch these things again.”

"...Is there anything else I can know about this matter?"

Russell's voice was very soft.

He already felt a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

But he still insisted on listening to what Bad Day had to say——

After all, after this separation, there is no guarantee when we will meet again.

Later, when we meet again, he may not be trustworthy and may not be willing to answer these questions for him.

"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you because this matter has nothing to do with you. You have no ability to interfere."

Bad Day took the hilt of the knife back into his arms, walked back to his seat in the cold storm, poured himself a cup of hot tea that quickly turned cold, and sighed: "She probably hasn't told you about her Identity. She is not living on Sogo Island, but lurking there. Because she is not an intelligence agent, but an important logistics... But as an illegal psyker, her identity authentication code has expired. This is what she is looking for. Reasons for not getting a good job.

"Of course, your mother does have a lot of savings in the organization. But because of the identity issues between her and your father, she can only use a 'legal and reasonable' and 'well-documented' method to transfer money through an unexpected transfer." It cannot be handed over to you directly. Otherwise, tracing the source of the money will make you suspicious.

“For example, we can let you win some kind of lottery run by the organization, or buy some information on wanted criminals and then give you their heads.

“Sogo Group’s artificial intelligence can perform big data analysis with the highest accuracy. Unlike Happy Island, all high-authority work on Sogo Island, including security and information security business, is managed by artificial intelligence.

"This also means that if the identity is not exposed, Sogo Island is actually the safest place - because robots do not 'whim', they pay attention to evidence and logic. That's why she scrimped on food and clothing to hide from Sogo Island's artificial intelligence, and at the same time kept up with Relatives and friends made up another set of lives and identities to hide it from them. As for you... you are also one of the methods used to deceive artificial intelligence.

"Just three months ago, we were targeted by a group of people. We got rid of the tracking two weeks ago, but during an information security attack and defense battle, the other party entered the network environment of the Tower of Babel through a backdoor that only senior internal personnel knew. Even if the deer head statue cut off the intranet immediately, some personnel's information was still leaked. More than ten people were involved.

"While the Tower of Babel remained silent and tried to escape tracking...the four members of 'Doctor', 'Cuckoo', 'Lygarium', and 'Aurora' were cursed to death one after another."

"——So, where are the clues about the traitor?"

Russell looked straight at Bad Day: "I don't necessarily know what to do... I just want to know. Just in case."

"I understand. You are worried that we will not take action in the end, right?"

When Bad Day heard this, he laughed out loud.

"No?"

"No, this is reasonable. I can also understand your thinking - rather, it is a commendable good habit not to trust others. However, this matter has nothing to do with you in any sense."

Bad Ri leisurely said: "You are just an ordinary person. The chip in the back of your head still exists - you are a 'certifier' who can live under the sun. You can work in the head office and live in a protected environment. Next...Although in a lifetime, you can reach the starting point of the elves at most, but at least you will not lose the chip like us and become an 'uncoded person' without an identity. You can only sell your body and life in the lower city without sunshine. , conscience and morality to make a living.

"You don't have the ability or technology to kill, and you can't even safely enter the lower city. Not to mention using some techniques that are not allowed by law."

"But you told me so much, you just want me to continue asking."

Russell wasted no time in revealing Bad Day's inner thoughts.

His tone rarely became tougher: "I understand what you are thinking - you want to use my words to at least provide some useful information, and don't become the Riddler."

"...I thought you were the timid type."

Bad Day looked at Russell with some surprise: "Are you finally not acting?"

Russell has realized that this big white-haired dog with a bad personality is deliberately procrastinating to make him angry.

So he calmed down instead.

Enduring the increasingly intense dizziness, Russell tried his best to keep his tone calm: "'The value of not being used is a hundred times more dangerous than being used.' I think... I should still be able to sell it for a sufficient price now."

In the depths of his pupils, the green light gradually became flickering.

Just like the moonlight reflected on the calm lake water, the evening wind blows and creates ripples.