Monster Paradise

Late at night, the purple, red and two rounds of the full moon hang over the dome, enclosing the whole world in a strange and disorienting glow.

It was midnight, and the bustling city of Baijing was finally quiet, and while the city was still lit, the streets were no longer pedestrianized.

But even in this quiet time, not everyone is asleep, and some people are still busy.

Residents of Baijing City, few people know that this huge pool is thousands of meters deep underground and hides an unknown world...

Baijing City, on the outskirts of an underground building, is surrounded by guards and patrols of the holy fire environment, giving the area a breath of inviolability.

This building, like a giant iron and steel beast, is made up of peculiar metallic and biological materials. Perfectly integrated with this underground world, it doesn't stand out at all, giving the impression that it already existed here tens of thousands of years ago.

Glass-like biomaterials, which are all pitch black, completely isolate the lights inside the building from the outside, and from the outside, the entire building is pitch black.

The interior of the building, at this time, is lit up like daylight.

In one room, two already lifeless bodies were placed unattended on two white beds.

Two male corpses, one with white hair and a thick body, are quite old. Another tall body with long black hair looks like he's in his prime years.

These two are, of course, the elders and second elders of the Saints in District 7.

At this moment, the skulls of both bodies were unraveled, revealing the gray white brain inside, above the brain, and the groove was clearly visible.

A middle-aged woman in a white isolation suit was standing less than a metre away from the area of her second elder head, one pair of eyes staring at the gray-colored brain and watching closely, her eyes spinning with strange black mysteries.

After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes and slowly walked out of the room.

“What do you say?” As she pushed out the door, several men in suits hurried up to greet her. The first person was a high school and middle-aged man, more than two metres tall, with a thick-faced beard that had not been shaved for several days, and some looked at the woman with anticipation.

The woman took off her quarantine suit, revealed a long black dress and shook her head with a bitter smile, "I can't help but read the message outside the true God. It feels like someone erased the memory of God from their mind. ”

“Is that so again...” Higher middle school frowns wrinkled slightly and seemed somewhat disappointed with the result.

“Weekend, is everyone else like that?” The woman couldn't help but ask.

“Well, these two days, including you, we've hired thirteen strong memory-readers and dozens of specialists specializing in brain research. Now, exactly two days later, there has been no progress in the last blocked memory area.” Higher middle age eyebrows still have difficulty expanding. “If this is still the case in a few days, we can only let those experts take Lu Xin's brain for further testing...”

The woman nodded slightly and understood that further testing could cause damage to the intact brain.

“Let me first output the memories I've read, hoping they have something useful for you. ”

“Please," nodded the middle-aged man known as the weekend, then turned to a man in a suit beside him, “to take Mrs. Wang to gather information. ”

The man in the black suit nodded to the woman, “Madame Wang, please follow me. ”

Watching the two of them leave one after the other, Zhou frowned slightly over the glass and looked at the two bodies in the room. His mouth whispered and muttered, "Is this really the reason for the isolation of information every time you encounter information about God...”

“I have always felt that the statement of information isolation is a little too vague. If the information about the true God cannot be accessed by mortals, then where did the saints' inheritance come from? Let me tell you, the memories of the two discards about the true gods should have been erased long ago by the Angel, so we couldn't read them.” A young man in a suit who looked like he was in his early twenties pulled a lollipop out of the storage space, peeled off the wrapping paper and stuffed it in his mouth with a rather casual tone.

Zhou turned his head and glanced at him. He was about to say something, but he said something to block him back.

“Want some?” The young man in the suit came up with another lollipop and handed it to him.

“It's working time, Wu Shan, be serious!” Zhou glanced at him.

“You know I have low blood sugar and can't work without sugar.” Wu Xian spread out the two-handed path.

“Whom can you blame for dragging yourself into the glucose modification cabin after all these years?” Zhou scolded.

“You know, I hate doctors. When I meet someone in a white coat, I can't help itching to crush the other person's head. If I see a man in a white coat wearing glasses, I may not be able to contain the urge to kill myself... You know, this is the after-effect of something, and I can't control it myself..." Wu Xian shrugged his shoulder.

“Blood sugar can be bought online, there is no need to go to the hospital, what excuses?!” Zhou of course knows what Wu Shan said about the sequelae, but this guy is obviously using this to confuse the audiovisual.

“No, too much trouble.” Wu Xian refused again. “I think it's the Lord who told me to eat more sugar, why cure it? What a wonderful thing to have sugar anywhere and anytime now! ”

“ …… ”

Wu Xuan, such a serious nonsense, made Zhou and several people around him completely renounce his dissuasion.

“By the way, people have been cheering up lately. It's been too quiet on the black market these past few days, there could be dark forces plotting something, and we have to be careful.” Zhou shifted the subject and told several people.

“It's not necessarily going to happen, it's quiet on the black market, probably just because we scared the Saints the other day. There are a lot of dark forces worried that we're going to use them as our next sweep target, so let's start shrinking turtles.” Wu Shan felt that Zhou was a little allergic to mental illness. “Besides, this 33rd underground building, even if the forces have a crush on these two bodies, how do they know which heavy building we're in? Unless... some of us are molesters. ”

“Don't underestimate the top dark forces, some of which are now as powerful as the original Scarbell studios and possibly even stronger!” When Zhou spoke about the Scarbell studio, he took a look at Wu Xian.

Wu Xianmei's eyes contracted suddenly, biting his teeth, "Scarbell Studio... better not let me know where these guys are hiding right now! ”