"Quiet late at night, the teacher's room is bright all night~"

London, the Authority Building engulfed in gray-black fog.

The corridor was full of messes, corpses fell to the ground, like ghosts, the lights flickered and went out. But in the deep and dead darkness, there was singing.

"Whenever I gently walk by your window, the bright light shines on my heart~"

In front of the huge damaged equipment, an old man immersed himself in repairs sang enthusiastically. His elegant tenor voice spread, and the lingering sound echoed through the darkness.

Not far away, Ms.

"Grateful heart, thank you for having you~"

"Shut up!"

Amidst the reverberation of the noise, Ms. x raised her voice.

"Ah, teacher, I love you, because of you, my life has become so beautiful~"

Bang!

A bullet flew past his head and embedded itself in the complicated cables in the cabinet. Sparks flew out. The equipment that was about to be repaired was destroyed again.

"What's wrong?"

Russell looked back in shock: "Suddenly so angry?"

"Are you sick?"

Ms.

"Ah this..."

Russell scratched his head, and there was a piece of oil stuck between the white hair, which was so unexpected. But his smile was so pleasant that it made people uncomfortable: "It's just that as a teacher, I suddenly feel a sense of accomplishment."

"Forget it, Russell."

Ms.

"You can't say that, my students are still on the battlefield."

Russell buried his head and continued to clean up the mess of cables and broken parts: "You must have heard of it many times, right? The famous Pedigree of the Kingdom of Heaven and the Sophora Poems of the Utopia!

It should be said that it should shine brightly!"

Ms. x began to regret it.

After he stopped singing, he started to chatter and talk non-stop, making people more and more irritated.

"Oh, to be honest, as a teacher, I can't help but feel ashamed of myself occasionally. Looking at a face many times younger than myself, I feel that I am so virtuous and capable..."

Ms.

"Isn't it natural for someone like him to have something happen to him?" Russell asked in confusion, "What's there to be afraid of?"

"..."

"But what if something goes wrong? Isn't there still a teacher here?"

Russell grinned and seemed to be dancing while arranging the cables: "Teacher is great, the teacher is the best person in the world. With the teacher here, there is nothing to be afraid of!

The teacher can help you solve all your problems!

I have been looking forward to this day for so long. If he doesn’t have any problems, I want to cause him some problems..."

Several times, Ms.

"It's not a responsibility."

Russell turned his back to her, as if deep in thought, and suddenly said: "It's because of gratitude."

He lowered his head, pulled out the obstructing cables from the darkness, and let the lightning dance: "My students chose the same path as me and walked beside me.

I rejoice in this..."

"So, I have to prove that the path he chose is the right one."

He said: "Even if there is a mistake, then it must be me——"

boom!

When the tangled cables resumed their sparks, the rattling sound turned into a low whistling sound, and then, with a deafening sound, the lights came on again in the dim equipment room.

.

The heavy gate leading to the center slowly opened.

Dim lights came on from behind the door, making the figure standing in front of him dim and dazzling, making him look even more unreal.

"It's really not like you, Russell." Ms.

"Who says it isn't?"

Russell grinned, glanced over suddenly, and smiled proudly: "Some things can only be seen more clearly after experiencing them, right?"

"What are you looking at me for?"

Ms.

"..."

An awkward silence fell suddenly.

Russell looked elsewhere, pretending that nothing happened.

Behind the gate, a hallucinatory heartbeat gradually sounded.

In the dilapidated hall, which seemed to have experienced several wars, countless gray-black substances overflowed from the cracks, intertwined with each other, and extended, pulsing silently like the veins of blood vessels.

When they raised their heads, they saw vague figures hanging in mid-air, still struggling, as if wailing, but no sound could be heard.

Accompanied by the sound of viscous liquid, eyes opened from the ceiling one after another, looking down indifferently like eyes from the sky.

Keep an eye on the intruder who shouldn't be here.

Immediately afterwards, a cry like a frenzy exploded from within their souls.

【Return to order! Return to unity! Return to all!】

In the violent consciousness formed by the exaggerated magnitude of souls, it seems that only pure order and rules are left, and the weight is like a mountain.

From the trance, it seems that I can see a distant illusion - in the silver sea of ​​infinite magnificent colors, under the shackles of many shackles, is a deformed embryo as huge as a mountain, bloated and huddled in the ocean.

baby.

The gray-black rotten flesh and blood accumulated in one place formed that ignorant sleeping face that could not make people fall in love at all.

And in its abdomen, the gray umbilical cord coiled, extended, spread, and fell to the entire scene, absorbing nutrients...

That is the abnormal tumor bred by the governing bureau, the freak bred by the amniotic fluid of all human souls!

At that moment, as if he was aware of their prying eyes, the strange baby in the dream suddenly moved slightly, and his eyes lifted up to look at reality.

The budding consciousness distorted reality and turned into a thunderous noise.

Thousands of people are shouting:

"—To us, Russell!!!"

Amidst the loud noise, above the sky, streaks of gray-black material spilled out of the distorted order, extending like umbilical cords, but they were broken by the cold blade, dripping with foul-smelling juice.

With flying gray blood, Russell turned around and asked curiously: "Should I congratulate your commanding bureau on the birth of Lin'er?"

Ms.

Under the erosion of the cursed bullets, each giant eye shattered and withered, rotting into mud.

But those residual images hanging in mid-air, the souls assimilated by the distorted order, quickly twitched and struggled violently.

The viscous liquid dripped from mid-air, and a brand-new body was created. Just like the soldier ants guarding the queen, the face was blank, without any features, and it was disgustingly dull.

Only the tattered gray-black uniforms had the bureau's logo as scarlet as blood.

Like rain, falling.

Dozens, hundreds——

"Unity!"

There is obviously no mouth, but crazy roars come and go: "Return to order!"

In an instant, Russell was swallowed up in it, layer upon layer, entangled, and from the groping and pulling of those palms, Russell raised his head and shouted to Ms.

"Figure it out yourself!"

Ms.

It's the one in the most troublesome situation.

Under the pressure of the crowd, Russell sighed helplessly. The only exposed face was covered by the faceless men who rushed forward, and the crowd overlapped like a mountain.

But then, a violent roar erupted from the darkness at the bottom.

The mountains composed of living corpses suddenly collapsed and collapsed, and a giant bear several meters high appeared from it, rising up. Its huge paws and claws slapped and crushed, and sticky gray blood stained the pale hair, slowly

Fall slowly.

Even though this place is suppressed by the Great Mystery, as long as there is the slightest gap or omission, it cannot escape Loki's eyes.
To be continued...