Chapter 621

  Old Dunling, Black Mountain Hospital.

This hospital hidden in the steel jungle, even if it is late at night, is still operating non-stop, just like the perpetual pump underneath it. Since the start of the death jail plan, all departments of the cleansing agency have been operating at full speed. Operate, coordinate with each other, and prepare for the arrival of disaster.

  Abigail pushed open the door of the operating room, took off the gloves and mask, she walked to the window, breathing cold water vapor.

Surgery is a very tiring thing. Your mind will be concentrated for a long time with high intensity, which will bring great loss to your mind and physical strength. Even a workaholic like Abigail is doing it. After a complicated operation, I just want to find a place to rest.

   Her eyes fell into the dark rain. She had seen this city countless times, and Abigail felt a strange sense of disgust in many cases.

  She hates the old Dunling.

  This city is so advanced. Compared with other cities, they are as backward as hundreds of years ago, but after staying in such a city for a long time, Abigail always feels a kind of trance.

Old Dunling is separated from this world. Compared with other cities and even countries, Old Dunling is so peculiar. Sometimes it is not a city, but is covered by layers of different systems, and another kind of human beings. Unknowable life forms.

  This city seems to be alive. Every time the steam overflows from the ground, it is its breath, and the rush of the iron snake is the transport of blood...

  Abigail felt that she was being assimilated by the old Dunling. To be precise, she had been assimilated. Except for this city, she couldn't think of any place to accept her, and she didn't know whether she could accept others in the same way.

"Ugh……"

  Abigail sighed slightly.

  Out of work, Abigail also wants to live a private life or something, but now she has long been tied to it, and even she herself can’t figure out the way forward.

After all, she is a person, not a machine, but even if a machine is damaged, let alone a person will retire, Abigail is more troubled by the future life, but besides maintaining the present, she doesn’t know. What else should I do.

   "The Dean?"

  The female voice interrupted Abigail's cranky thinking. She looked towards the corridor, and Swift appeared there for unknown time.

  Abigail was not surprised by this. She was used to this fascinating guy. No matter where she was, she seemed to call "Swift" and she would appear next to her in a short time.

   Swift was appointed by Arthur and has been responsible for protecting Abigail personally since a while ago.

   "The Duke of Stuart is here."

   Swift whispered in her ear, and then stood aside, like a silent guardian.

   "Stuart..."

  Abigail recalled that she did not understand why the new country builder suddenly came to visit her, and then she remembered the appointment not long ago.

At that time Seleuc said to herself that she had something to give herself. Abigail didn’t take it too seriously. He only felt that this new nation builder wanted to win people’s hearts and so on. Hearing from other people, Ya Se and Merlin seemed to have met with her.

   "Ah...I hate meeting with funders like this, they always make strange requests sometimes."

  Speaking like this, Abigail rubbed her face vigorously to refresh herself, and then she entered the working state and said to Swift with a serious face.

   "Let's go."

  ……

  The meeting place was in the office. Seleu had already arrived. She sat aside and looked around.

She had been to the Black Mountain Hospital once before, but that time she just looked at it from a distance and did not go deep. She was somewhat curious about everything here. After listening to Lorenzo, this place was used to eliminate most of the people in the agency. Home.

  Those who are affected by the erosion will receive treatment here, some will be discharged from the hospital in good health, some will be taken into a nursing home, and some will stay here forever in the endless cemetery.

  Lorenzo has also been here. Listening to him, he was almost dissected by these lunatics, but how could the invincible Mr. Holmos fold here? Lorenzo said that he broke free directly, killed all the way, and even chopped down dozens of monsters...

  Seleu can still tell Lorenzo's truth and lies. All of the above is regarded as Lorenzo telling a story. Anyway, she also listens to a lot of bad stories he tells, and this one is not bad.

  This is probably the so-called tacit understanding. Seleu knew that Lorenzo was telling lies, but pretended to believe it.

  The door was pushed open, and Abigail strode in.

Along the way, she had already figured out how to refuse Seleu's coercion and temptation. No matter what the new country builder wants, Abigail will let her get nothing. This is a stubborn resistance to the management, and it is also Abigail. The battle for dignity.

  Abigail will interrupt her before Seleu speaks, just like a biting sword, and will solve her before the enemy takes action.

   "I'm sorry, our manpower is in short supply at the moment, if you want to..."

   Before Abigail finished speaking, Seleu got up immediately and handed the suitcase over.

   Abigail felt a little bad, and sighed in her heart. She really deserves to be a builder of the country. His actions are much faster than words, and she doesn’t give Abigail a chance to speak.

If you think about it, if Duke Stuart can be the builder of the country, she must have her superior means, otherwise she will not get this responsibility from the former builder of the country, after all, this is not money. Those who can be bought, must have been tortured by her in every possible way.

  In just a few seconds, Abigail had many thoughts.

   didn’t know what she had gone through before, which made her overly vigilant towards a “superior” like Seleu, and she didn’t know if Oscar would burst into tears and feel ashamed when she knew what she was thinking.

   Rounded up, this identity was really bought with money, and the former country builder did not resist too much, and it was not smooth when signing.

   "Take a look, I think you will need it."

   Seleuc was carrying the suitcase, her face expressionless, from this attitude, it seemed that Abigail would not accept it, and she would not let it go.

"Ok……"

   is also a country builder, and Abigail should hold his due respect.

   Thinking of how to refuse, she picked up the suitcase and put it on her desk, then opened it and saw these old notes.

"what is this?"

   "One..." Selenium thought for a while. She didn't know how to define the Epidemic Doctor. At last, she could only say, "My friend gave it to me, yes, it's probably a friend."

  "As for what's inside, I can only see it in a simple way. It's up to a professional like you to come."

   "Charles..."

  Abigail whispered the name of the owner of the note, then turned to the first page.

  The atmosphere fell silent, and Abigail seemed to have forgotten the existence of Seleu. She looked straight at the notes, and only the sound of page turning and breathing were left in the silence.

   Abigail’s devotion was expected by Seleu. She sat back in her position and waited quietly. She was patient and willing to wait for it.

  Across the long distance and time, Seleu handed the torch that the Epidemic Clinic had delivered to her and handed it to Abigail.

  The breathing became a bit rapid, and Abigail's body trembled slightly. She tried to move her gaze away from the note and looked at Seleu with difficulty.

  She took a deep breath, as if she had just broken free from a spell.

   "Where is the owner of the note?"

  Abigail's heart has never been so enthusiastic, even when he almost dissected Lorenzo, he was never so excited.

   "He is dead, he should be dead."

   Seleuc said uncertainly, except for Lorenzo, no one seems to know the outcome of the epidemic doctor in this world.

  Abigail’s pupils were clustered together, and after the fanatical joy, there was extreme sadness.

   "Such a person is dead..."

   "Well, he actually has another name, you should be familiar with it."

   Said the ghost envoy, for some reason, she felt that this story should be passed on, at least in many years, it might be able to answer her so-called good and evil.

"what?"

   "Epidemic doctor."

  There was thunder passing by the window, and the strong wind came, pouring in along the cracks of the window, with moist water vapor.

  For a moment, Abigail felt that something had grabbed him, one after another with big cold hands, dragging him back to the endless storm.

   "Epidemic doctor?"

  Abigail suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Well, the epidemic doctor is the one who attacked the Black Mountain Hospital before. He died, but his knowledge remained," Seleu said calmly. "He hopes to find a new owner for these notes. I think you are quite suitable. "

  Abigail's face was stiff, and within a few minutes, her mood went up and down, making her feel at a loss. After a long time, she slowly spoke, but there was still a little tremor in her voice.

   "What a...surprise, like the curse of the Victoria family."

Abigail hated the commission from the management, such as this **** King Curse. For a long time, she always felt that the beginning of the storm was King Curse. Because of studying this **** thing, the Black Mountain Hospital was almost destroyed by that storm. middle.

  Later, the truth of the facts was confirmed, but there was still a shadow in Abigail's heart, and now the shadow is even stronger.

   "My management always brings interesting things."

  Abigail picked up these notes cautiously, like heavy gold.

   "Do they have names?"

   ""Theory of Evolution"."

  Abigail paused and said with a smile.

   "It sounds good."

  "What will you do with it." Seleu asked.

  "First make a copy and save it, then sort out the knowledge in it, and connect with the existing Black Mountain Hospital..."

  Abigail described the beauty. Every time she felt that her tired job was not bad, she had enough reasons to keep her going, but Seleu interrupted her.

   "I am not referring to this."

  Seleu shook her head, her heart filled with confusion.

  "How do you describe him?

  These notes always need an author, but I don’t think you would choose to erase his name and attribute all this to your own, but this name carries blood, is it really worth continuing? "

  Abigail let go of the note. She hadn't thought about it, nor had she thought about it.

  Scientific progress requires victims. The Black Mountain Hospital is such an altar where those who have been eroded will radiate their last remaining warmth.

  In fact, looking at it this way, his hands are also full of blood...Everyone who lives in the dark has his hands full of blood, but the accumulation of corpses under each person's feet is different.

  There is no good and evil, everyone is wrapped in hazy ashes and it is difficult to distinguish.

   "Look, that's it. In fact, everyone is not a good person, but we have a clear stand and think that we are good people." Seleu felt a headache. She was not a philosopher and could hardly think of the truth.

  Abigail was also dragged into the same gray, but soon she broke free again.

"I think I will leave this name, and the part of Charles Darwin will stay. He is the pioneer of this knowledge, but besides that, no one will know more about him, but the part of the epidemic doctor ..."

  Abigail's words were interrupted, but she soon took it again.

  "He will be forgotten, sealed in files, and the parts related to demons will be strictly controlled by the decontamination agency until one day they are no longer needed.

  Wars that occur in the dark are also attributed to the dark. "

   "Is this..."

  Seleu looked at Abigail, and then looked out the window. In the thunderstorm, the gleaming Black Mountain Hospital was shining.

   "Whatever is in the dark will go to the dark."

  Seleu looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

  ……

   "Then, goodbye!"

Lorenzo waved to Hercule and bid farewell to his tavern in the rain. Hercule ignored Lorenzo's farewell at all. He cleared the bar, worrying about what to do with the drunk. Buscarlo.

Several people held up their black umbrellas and marched in the cold rain. There was no one on the street, only them were left. They seemed very lonely, but soon Lorenzo hummed a weird song. It was obvious that he would not be drunk at all, but It's like drinking too much.

   "Why are you always so happy? Lorenzo, is your mentality too good?"

  Rod leaned against Lorenzo and was helped by him to move forward.

  In his eyes, Lorenzo had never been bothered under any circumstances, as if this person had no troubles.

   "Just look away, Rod."

  Lorenzo carried him, this kind of carrying drunkenness could not be handed over to the guests, so Lorenzo had to do it himself.

"What's the meaning?"

"Think about how long our history is, and this long history is only a few strokes left in the books. Even the kings and soldiers can hardly leave their names in these short sentences. What's more, what about us unnamed people?"

  Lorenzo also patted the drunk-faced Liangliang Xi. She had actually sobered up quite a bit from the alcohol, and the air-conditioning around made her very energetic.

   "Don't worry, we will all die and we will all be forgotten, so what do we care about so much, we will all belong to the loess anyway."

  He is like an inexperienced tutor, persuading several people.

  (End of this chapter)