The heart of the Lynn family is also like a stormy sea. This is their home, why did five people suddenly appear? Have they entered the wrong house?

But Duan Feizhuo, who saw the Lynn family and Lord Perilla, just wanted to bump into a wall at the moment.

why! Why! Everyone is here! How can he explain it!

"You...why are you at my house?" Mr. Lynn asked cautiously, as if this question would violate some kind of taboo.

"Well, it's a long story." Duan Feizhuo's head began to hurt suddenly, "Listen to me, Mr. Lynn, the matter is very complicated. If possible, I hope you can keep it a secret for us. We are being hunted. We have to pick Evacuate at your home."

"I know you are being hunted. The police have already arrived just now." Mr. Lynn had a complicated expression. He believed that this young man would never commit any crime. If he was being pursued, it must be because of some misunderstanding, "But. How did you five get into my house? Did you enter from the roof?"

Duan Feizhuo squeezed out a smile and shrugged noncommittally.

The question that Duan Feizhuo is thinking about now is not how to explain the current situation to the Lynn family. If necessary, he can tell everything about the mystic, but firstly, he is not free, and secondly, there is no need for the Lynn family to know such things. They are just ordinary people, why bother to impact their worldview?

A "we came in through the roof" explanation would suffice. If Mr. Lynn has a thirst for knowledge, it's not too late to tell him. But Duan Feizhuo felt that Mr. Lin En should not ask too many questions. This explanation will suffice for lawyers.

This is not because Mr. Lynn is naive and easy to fool, on the contrary, because he is too smart. He knows what to pursue and what not to. He could sense danger, he shouldn't be involved in it, the less he knew, the safer he was.

Joseph Chester regarded this man as a friend, and even handed over his will to him for execution, not because he simply liked Mr. Lynn's honesty.

Mr. Lynn nodded thoughtfully: "The roof, isn't it? It seems that the door of our roof will be closed tightly in the future."

Luisa looked at her father in surprise. The door of their roof has always been locked tightly! What the **** is father talking about? Those five people obviously came in through other means, why didn't father ask clearly?

If father was persuaded so easily, then let her break the casserole and ask the end!

As soon as she was about to speak, Mr. Lynn interrupted her: "Louisa, why don't you study? You have delayed too much homework because of illness, and you can't catch up!"

Louisa wanted to protest, to shake her father by the shoulders to wake him up, but Mr. Lynn just gave her a serious look she had never seen before.

She was speechless.

"How long are you going to hide here?" Mr. Lin En raised his head and asked Duan Feizhuo.

"We're leaving at once."

"I'm afraid the police left someone to watch outside." Mrs. Lynn lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out secretly.

Of course you can't just walk out like that. Duan Feizhuo thought to himself. But with that dollhouse it's much easier.

"Of course we have a way," he said.

To avoid the eyes and ears of the committee, they only need to return to the trading house, and the Lynn family or Lord Perilla will deliver the dollhouse to the chicken restaurant.

His eyes fell on the big gift box brought by Lord Perilla. It fits just right into a doll's house. God help me.

"Lord, let me borrow your gift box." Duan Feizhuo said.

Although he didn't know why he used the gift box, Lord Perilla still gave the things to him with a sad face. There is no way, the other party is his benefactor, the benefactor wants a small box, can you not give it to him? Besides, if he refuses, Miss Lynn will definitely think he is stingy! He must show his high-spirited side in front of Miss Lynn!

Duan Feizhuo opened the box and smacked his lips at the broken porcelain inside.

"I didn't break it," he said.

"I don't know." Lord Perilla's face collapsed even more.

Duan Feizhuo poured out all the broken porcelain pieces, and said to the Lord: "I need your help with something. I will put a doll house into a box later, please send the box to No. 49, French Square Raven's—that's the restaurant downstairs from my house."

"That's all?" asked Lord Perilla. He thought it was some kind of important task!

"Please be sure to behave naturally." Duan Feizhuo smiled weakly, "There may be someone watching near the restaurant."

Louisa interrupted: "Wait, the doll's house you're talking about, is it mine?"

"Yes miss. I'll send you a better one later."

Of course Louisa wasn't reluctant to part with the doll's house. She is so old, she has long stopped playing with that kind of thing.

...well, play occasionally. She just wondered why she sent her dollhouse to the restaurant. It's just a toy, isn't it? What's so special about it?

The dollhouse was a birthday present from Joseph Chester when she was a child. How old was she then? five years old? six years old? When she got the dollhouse, she couldn't put it down. With this beautiful toy, she became a star among children, and everyone envied her.

She remembered that Mr. Joseph Chester also delivered the dollhouse to her home in a huge box. He patted the girl's head and said with a smile: "Maybe one day, this doll house can save many lives."

At the time she didn't understand what that meant. She thought he meant that the dollhouse could hold many dolls. It's so big and luxurious, of course it can!

But until today, she realized vaguely that perhaps Mr. Joseph Chester's words meant what he meant on the surface: this doll's house saved someone's life.

She doesn't know how a dollhouse is going to save someone. But there are many incredible phenomena in the world. When she was being treated in the beautiful Gaia sanatorium, she had many bizarre dreams, such as some people carried her around, and then a vampire came to **** her blood and so on.

She also dreamed of a brilliant person, his or her light was like the sun in the middle of the night, so she couldn't look directly at it. The man spoke through her body, as if another soul had entered her shell.

Later, she quietly asked other patients and found that everyone had the same dream. It's incredible, isn't it?

Maybe a dollhouse is like those dreams.

Too many mysterious and unexplainable things happened today. Louisa felt that if she had time, she must find Mr. Chester and get to the bottom of it. But not today, not now.

Mr. Chester and the others seem to be preparing for a major event. Reminds Luisa of soldiers about to go to battle.

"Take it if you like it." She whispered, "Anyway, I don't play anymore."

"Thank you." Duan Feizhuo smiled at her.

He was very glad that the Lynn family didn't grab him to ask questions, otherwise he would definitely be very embarrassed. As expected of Joseph Chester's chosen friend.

He asked Lord Perilla to go upstairs with them with the gift box. The Lord looked aggrieved, like a child whose toy has been robbed.

When he entered Miss Louisa's room, the Lord's eyeballs almost fell out, and the words "You rascals!" were written on his face.

"What are you thinking?" Duan Feizhuo squinted at him, "The doll's house is an important secret art item. We'll hide here."

As if confirming what he said, the other four filed into the doll's house and disappeared. The Lord was even more shocked. He lifted the roof of the doll's house and looked inside, but no matter how you looked at it, it was an ordinary doll's house. How on earth did the four big living people get into the competition?

It suddenly occurred to him that maybe this doll's house is like the key of the secret trading house, which can transport people to another place. It was through it that the five escaped to Lynn's house.

If he had inherited the mysterious philosophy book left by his father, he would probably be able to understand the principles behind it. It's a pity...

No, nothing to be sorry about. If he also became a mystic, he would probably be one of the hunted ones by now.

"Mr. Chester, no, Sir Leopold, what's the matter with you?" asked Lord Perilla timidly, and his mother would surely reproach him again if she heard him speak in that tone. "When we met a few days ago, you had just been sealed, and you were proud of the spring breeze. Why are you now..."

"The Committee for the Advancement of Science." Duan Feizhuo said succinctly, "They fired all the night guards and occupied Scotland Yard. Now we are all thorns in their eyes."

"The committee has so much power?" Lord Perilla opened his mouth in a daze.

"After all, all of their members are state officials and political leaders." Duan Feizhuo's expression darkened, "By the way, I remember you said last time that the committee wanted to buy your family's mine? You didn't agree, did you?"

"Of course I didn't. My mom wouldn't say anything about doing business with Carter. So we contracted the mine to another company. 'Royal Specialty Mining'. They're in charge of the mining." Filed Lord Perilla was in high spirits for the big deal that was just concluded, "To be honest, this is actually a company invested by the royal family behind the scenes, that is to say, it has the endorsement of Her Majesty the Queen! My mother also agrees. Is it much better to sell it to the committee?"

He looked at Duan Feizhuo happily, waiting for the latter to congratulate him. However, the latter's expression became more solemn and gloomy.

"Carter has persuaded Her Majesty the Queen to support his plan. The Royal Specialty Mining Company may only be a royal property in name, and the real controller is the Scientific Progress Committee."

Lord Perilla's smile froze: "But...how could this be..."

"Have you signed the contract? Is there any room for rounding?"

"It's all signed." The Lord panicked. "Don't scare me. Is Carter's gang behind that company really manipulating it? But why is Her Majesty being led by their noses?"

"Obviously because the committee's ambitions are also beneficial to Her Majesty, they have drawn the Queen into the same camp." Duan Feizhuo patted him on the shoulder, and said the famous words of later British prime ministers, "There is no eternity in the world." There are no permanent enemies, but only permanent interests."

***

Lord Perilla helped pack the dollhouse in a gift box and sent it to the Raven Restaurant, and then hurriedly left, as if he was afraid of being involved in some disgraceful case.

Those staying in the restaurant were Evangeline, Yeats and Mr. R. Seeing a group of people coming out of the doll house, the three of them were shocked.

Yeats walked around the dollhouse: "I didn't expect the trading house to have an entrance here. This is set up to prevent the magic circle talisman paper from being destroyed, right?"

"Yes, and this entrance has other functions." Duan Feizhuo explained, "First, we can enter the trading house through the magic circle talisman paper at any place, and then leave through the doll's house; second, the doll's house Wherever we are, we will appear here. Using this feature, we can even move from one end of the earth to the other in an instant!"

"Unbelievable." Yeats sighed.

Duan Feizhuo himself was both surprised and terrified: what a terrible place Joseph Chester created!

Mr. N prepared room, medicine and food for Z. After so many days in the dungeon, he needed a good rest.

Duan Feizhuo entered the trading house and saw Z still leaning against the wall.

He raised his head, a little listless: "Finally think of me?"

Duan Feizhuo couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you safe staying here?"

Z snorted, turned his face away and stopped talking.

Duan Feizhuo knelt down beside him, wrapping his remaining arm around his neck.

"What are you doing?" Z was surprised.

"Hold you out." Duan Feizhuo glanced at his empty trouser legs. "It's okay, everyone won't laugh at you."

Z deliberately maintained an indifferent expression, but his eyes betrayed him. The forbearing and awkward look in his eyes reminded Duan Feizhuo of the past him in Z's memory.

"No." Z propped up his body, "Give me a crutch, I can walk by myself."

"Is that why you don't trust me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, I just..." Z bit his lip and stopped talking.

His self-esteem is so strong that he doesn't even allow others to sympathize with him, but now he has to rely on others and bow his head to others. It was more painful for him than the physical injury.

The Z in Duan Feizhuo's impression has always been so strong, like a machine made of steel, it knows no pain, never gets tired, and is always running with an extremely precise program.

Now Z is so weak, like a broken sword.

Duan Feizhuo couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed the corner of Z's lips. Jing opened his eyes wide in surprise, but did not refuse.

"It's all said and done and no one's going to laugh at you," he said, "unless you feel sorry for yourself."

Z deliberately avoided his gaze.

Duan Feizhuo sighed: "Well, if you won't let me hug you, then you have to..."

He took out from his belt the brass spoon that Mr. N had given him, and pointed to Z.

Z's body floated up.

"Put me down!" Z roared.

Duan Feizhuo ignored him. Who told him to lose face? deserve it.

"Don't move around, the balance of the human body is difficult to maintain, I might accidentally let you fly into the sky." Duan Feizhuo warned half-truthfully.

He pointed at Z with a spoon, and just like that, he left the trading house with the floating white-haired night vigilante.

The dollhouse is in the kitchen. Anyway, there are no customers in the restaurant, and the kitchen is not often used. Everyone is gathering to discuss the details of the prison robbery. Yeats took an incomparable interest in Miss Acheson's Gatling typewriter, and asked Miss Acheson to transform it into a machine gun and back again, back and forth. Miraculously, Miss Acheson still enjoyed it.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Xenophon said triumphantly, "This is the masterpiece of my mentor, Mr. Thales. He made it with alchemy, specially for little Acheson...

His voice caught in Noise's eyes.

He saw his Z boss floating out of the dollhouse... yes, floating.

Everyone stopped talking at the same time, and the kitchen was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling.

Z's expression looked like he wanted to cut the necks of everyone present, or escape from the earth on the spot.

"Xenophon!" he ordered, "get me down!"

Xenophon was unmoved. Not only him, but all the mystics present clearly had the ability to make him land, but none of them made a move.

"Did you see it?" When the floating Z left the kitchen and floated up the stairs, Xenophon asked the people around him in a secretive tone, "Boss is flying in the sky!"

The others nodded, indicating that they had also witnessed the same spectacle.

"Xenophon, I think," Miss Acheson's eyes straightened, "if you want to live in the future, it's best not to mention this matter in front of the boss."

"...Then is it okay to mention it in front of others?" Xenophon was dumbfounded.

Miss Acheson: "..."

Duan Feizhuo directed Z to float into the bedroom on the second floor, and carefully let him land on the bed. Hot water and towels were placed on the bedside table, and a medicine box was stuffed under the bed. He walked over to pull out the medicine box, and Z suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Do you really want me to make a fool of myself in front of everyone?"

Duan Feizhuo couldn't help laughing at his exasperated expression.

"You didn't let me hug you." Duan Feizhuo said in a condemning tone.

Z shook off his hand, fell back on the bed, turned his head and refused to face him. He heard Z muttering something in a low voice, but he couldn't hear clearly, but he must be scolding him anyway.

He unbuttoned Z's shirt, wrung out the towel, and gently wiped Z's bruised skin. Z pushed him away again, and whispered, "I'll do it myself."

"If I get hurt, you will do this kind of thing for me, right?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"Yes, but..."

"Then you don't move."

Duan Feizhuo is very good at taking care of patients. Although he hasn't done it for a long time, his skills are not new. While cleaning Z's body, he searched for wounds on Z's body, and pressed lightly on every spot he found to inject energy. Fortunately, most of Z's injuries can be cured with healing.

Every time he healed a spot, he would secretly kiss it happily. And every time he was touched by his lips, Z's body would tremble slightly.

When he got there, Z froze.

"I don't need it." He seemed to be frozen.

"Really don't want it?" Duan Feizhuo straightened up, smiling treacherously.

"Do you... just like taking advantage of others so much?"

How can this be called taking advantage of others? Z's understanding of words is completely different from that of ordinary people. Duan Feizhuo just wanted to take this opportunity to see more of Z's expression of reluctance, awkwardness and forbearance. When Z recovers, he will never be able to see again.

But he ultimately decided to do nothing. Z is so weak now, doing that kind of thing with him again is tantamount to killing him. Besides, other people are still downstairs, so it's not good to be affected by what they hear. At that time, Duan Feipi will have to pack up his things and leave the earth overnight with Z.

He bandaged Z's wounds that couldn't be healed by secret techniques, and helped him change into clean clothes. Probably knowing that he could no longer resist, Z obeyed a lot and let him fiddle with him honestly. Duan Feizhuo then took the opportunity to kiss Z a few more times, as if he wanted to make up for all the kisses he had missed these days.

After doing this, he left the bedroom with the basin in his hand, only to find Mr. N sitting on the stairs unexpectedly.

The stairs are only a few steps away from the bedroom, and sitting there can clearly hear the movement in the bedroom. How long has he been sitting? Did he hear what Duan Feizhuo said to Z just now?

Mr. N raised his head and looked at the uncomfortable young man.

"Boss Z is very weak now, you...don't be too indulgent." He said with sincerity.

Duan Feizhuo's face was flushed, as if a steam engine was roaring in his head. "We... that... didn't..."

Mr. N waved his hand: "I know your relationship. Who am I, I haven't seen any big scenes."

Duan Feizhuo was surprised: "Did Z tell you?"

"Uh..." Mr. N's eyes drifted a little, "Actually, I live downstairs from you. Every time you do business upstairs, there is quite a lot of movement..."

Duan Feizhuo wanted to throw away the basin on the spot and dig a hole in the ground.

"I know I shouldn't judge other people's private life, but," Mr. N paused and scratched his head, "I have known your uncle once. I know you are the last member of the Chester family. If you and If Z is together, the blood of your family will be cut off from then on. Have you thought it over clearly?"

"Our family has no throne to inherit, doesn't it matter?" Duan Feizhuo said.

Mr. N laughed: "That's true."

"Besides, the only thing I can pass on to the next generation is my ability. But it doesn't have to be passed on through blood. As long as I eat my flesh and blood, I can inherit my ability. At worst, I will find an apprentice for myself, and when I die He will eat my ashes with rice."

"Are the ashes delicious?"

Duan Feizhuo recalled the day when he ate the ashes of Joseph Chester. "Not very tasty. Quite dry."

N lost his life and laughed again. At this time, there was a rush of footsteps upstairs, and Xenophon ran up, waving a newspaper.

"Something has happened," he said gravely.

It must be an earth-shattering event to make Xenophon so serious.

***

"Construction of the Perilla Mine is about to start, and the Queen came to the manor to cut the ribbon." Xenophon read the headline of the newspaper aloud.

Night police huddled in Z's room, using it as a makeshift conference room. Z has limited mobility, so we had to gather here. The bedroom was not that big, but now it was packed like a can of sardines. Z leaned against the head of the bed, while the others found furniture to sit on. Duan Feizhuo sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on Z's shoulder. Z hooked his fingers openly, and the others wisely pretended not to see the intimacy between them.

According to news reports in the newspaper, Lord Perilla has signed a contract with the Royal Special Mining Company, and the company will undertake the mining work of the ether crystal mine. Her Majesty the Queen will be in Shropshire to inaugurate the mine.

Of course, the queen rarely travels once, and it is impossible to just cut the ribbon. She will also inspect and visit along the way to Shropshire, visiting noble houses along the way, before arriving at Perilla Manor a week later.

On top of that, the Queen is accompanied by the full membership of the Council for the Advancement of Science. As we all know, the committee is committed to promoting ether crystallization technology, and it is reasonable to accompany the queen to inspect the new mine.

"They must have some conspiracy!" Xenophon slapped the newspaper on Z's knee.

"Carter and the committee have worked so hard to plan for this day." Duan Feizhuo pondered, "They needed the ether crystal mine, so they bought Melissa to get close to Lord Perilla. Melissa failed, So they came up with the idea of ​​the Arctic Behemoth again.

"Leviathan also has ether crystals in his body." Z said. When he fell into the ice sea, he communicated with Leviathan and confirmed this point.

"But Leviathan has not been tamed. So Carter and the others had to use the most primitive method-buy. But Lord Perilla's mother hated Carter very much and refused to do business with him, so Carter had to use the name of the Queen-Royal Special Mining The company. The mother and son of the lord signed a contract with the company because they felt that they had the Queen's guarantee. But in fact, the manipulator behind the company is Carter, or the Committee for the Advancement of Science."

Everyone nodded while listening. The night policemen have long been investigating the committee's misconduct, but only now do they realize that all the committee's actions are actually for the same purpose.

Duan Feizhuo said, thought for a while, and then said, "The committee wanted to implement a certain plan, but the queen probably didn't agree with it at first, but later changed her mind. Otherwise, the committee could use the queen's name to contact you from the very beginning. Lord Perilla. The reason why they saved this method until the last is because they have not been able to win the consent of the queen, and they did not bring the queen into the group until the end."

"It's a class." Z said in a deep voice, "Because foreign spies sneaked into the HMS Wellington - our country's largest and most advanced steam airship - and almost hijacked it, so the queen was scared. She wants to strengthen our army strength, and the committee has a way.”

Xenophon clapped his hands: "Undead soldier!"

Z nodded: "The committee needs ether crystals to create undead soldiers, and the queen needs undead soldiers to defend the country. So the two hit it off. It's just..." He paused, "Why did the committee make undead soldiers? The queen wants to strengthen the military It makes sense to need undead soldiers because of their strength. But most of the members of the committee are not soldiers. If they want to obtain economic benefits, they can use other means, why are they undead soldiers?"

"One more thing that concerns me," Duan Feizhuo said, "is that the committee sent people to attack the Beautiful Gaia Sanatorium. Why did they focus on Chairman Evangeline? She is only dedicated to helping etheric patients. Although the ideas promoted by Beautiful Gaia run counter to the Scientific Progress Committee, the general public thinks that Beautiful Gaia is a fanatic organization, and they don’t quite agree with their ideas. It can be said that the committee has an advantage in terms of public opinion. Why do they insist on Kill Evangeline?"

All the policemen looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded from outside the door: "I think I can answer this question."

Chairman Evangeline pushed the door open and entered.

It was the first time Z met the female director, and immediately showed a vigilant expression: "You have been eavesdropping outside the door?"

Evangeline smiled: "Please allow me to apologize, but I am also a victim of the committee, I should have the right to know the truth, right?"

There were dimples between Z's eyebrows, but he didn't continue to blame Evangeline. Now more than ever they need allies.

"Do you know why the committee wanted to get rid of you?" he asked.

"I never figured it out before. I thought it was our idea of ​​a beautiful Gaia that finally brought about the fatal disaster, but now I understand." Evangeline Qiaomei's face appeared a little shadowed, "They didn't aim at the beautiful Gaia. Not Ya, but me—just me.

"Have you provoked the committee?"

"My existence will destroy their plans, so they must get rid of me in advance." Evangeline said, "Because I am a member of the night clan."

Among the people present, Duan Feizhuo had known about this for a long time. Z's expression froze, Ms. Q narrowed her eyes, Mr. N was full of interest, and the others looked bewildered: What are the Night Clan?

"I thought," Z said carefully, "the Night Clan are just legends."

"Of course it's not a legend, I'm the living proof."

Xenophon raised his hand: "Excuse me, let me interrupt, but what are the night race?"

"The younger generation of mystics don't even know about this legend." Ms. Q, the oldest, was a little emotional. "It is said that the dark night clan used to be the apostles who served the forerunners, but they were cursed because they betrayed the forerunners, and they will never be able to live in the light." .”

"Vampire?" Mr. R's first thought was folklore.

Evangeline shook her head: "Rather than saying that we are vampires, it is better to say that vampires are artistic images created based on the image of my family. The ancestors of my family are the apostles of the second forerunner, the Lord of Light. False. We have indeed betrayed the Maharaja and received the curse...

She told Duan Feizhuo the story in detail. Judging from the expressions of the crowd, it was the first time that everyone had heard of the legend of the Forerunner, and everyone's expressions were colorful. The stories of the Forerunners are too ancient, even for mystics, let alone ordinary people, to be sunk into the abyss of oblivion.

After finishing speaking, Evangeline looked around the crowd: "Although our dark night clan was cursed by the majesty, we are also blessed by misfortune and no longer fear the power of the majesty. This is why I can cure ether disease. In other words, to a certain extent Above all, the night clan can weaken the power of the Lord of Light. This is exactly what the committee fears."

Duan Feizhuo was a little confused: "Why is the committee involved with the Lord of Light again?"

"Why do you think the committee is committed to promoting ether crystal technology? Is it just to gain economic benefits?" Evangeline was a little excited, "No, they are to consume ether crystal! Ether crystal is not only the energy left by the Maharaja At the same time, it also condenses the thoughts of the Maharaja. When the crystal itself is consumed, the thoughts will dissipate into this world. If the thoughts enter the human body, it will cause ether disease. Then, if these thoughts are injected into the interior of inanimate objects , what will happen?"

Like a serious teacher, she examines everyone with her sophisticated eyes and asks them questions silently.

Duan Feizhuo had a terrible and bizarre idea. He thought about his wording, and said slowly, "Can an inanimate object become...animate?"

Evangeline nodded too faintly to notice.

"The Science Progress Committee wants to revive the Lord of Light?!" Duan Feizhuo was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

Evangeline was a little sad: "Unless you are a loyal fanatic, who would want to resurrect a 'god' who tried to destroy the world? And the Maharaja no longer has loyal followers, and all of us Dark Night Clan Abandoned the robe."

"Then what is the purpose of the committee?"

The director did not answer immediately. Her gaze drifted into the void, as if recalling some distant past.

"I think the fact may be just the opposite. I just heard you mention 'undead soldiers', and I finally understand—the committee intends to inject the thoughts of the Lord of Light into the undead soldiers, so that those soldiers Come alive and become an extremely powerful puppet. Now, the committee has obtained the Perilla Manor mine, which means they can inject a large amount of ideas into the undead soldiers at one time."

She withdrew her gaze, scanned the people in the room, and said in a deep voice, "They don't want to resurrect God, but to dominate God."

For a while, the room was silent, and no one responded.

Duan Feizhuo was speechless and could only swallow a mouthful of saliva. What Evangeline said was so outrageous that he didn't know whether to accept it or refute it. He needed time to ruminate on her words.

He clenched his fists involuntarily. Z squeezed his hand, and his cold metal fingers penetrated into his palm, clasping his five fingers as if to comfort him.

He didn't notice Z's move at all, but he held Z involuntarily, warming Z's fingers with the temperature of his palm.

It was dark outside the window at some point. Even through the curtains, one could feel the clouds outside, and a ray of thunder pierced the sky. The first thunderstorm of summer is about to sweep across the foggy city.

Finally it was Z who broke the silence.

"Madam Chairman, what you said is all your guesswork, right?"

"That's right, it's all my speculation, and I can't come up with evidence." Evangeline smiled bitterly, "Maybe the Science Progress Committee doesn't want to be some kind of 'lord of the gods', but just pursues the mundane It’s just my power. But I have to prepare for the worst.”

Z's body leaned forward slightly, and his eyes caught Evangeline's, as if trying to guess the other's mind through his gaze.

After a long time, he moved away from his red eyes, and his eyes lingered on his subordinates.

"Madam Chairman is right, you must prepare for the worst. Whatever the purpose of the committee is, they must be stopped."

Mr. N grunted in displeasure. "Boss, you have to recognize one fact: the committee and Her Majesty are on the same side. If you fight the committee, you are fighting the queen. The queen wants an army of immortality, and the committee got her. Now you want the committee to accept Hand, do you think the queen will give you a good look? Maybe she knows all about the committee's messy affairs, and thinks you are meddling in your own business, so she will give you a noose!"

"Even if it's not for the queen, I still want to trouble the committee." Z said indifferently, "I will definitely kill Mrs. Boyle. Even if I am going to be hanged afterwards, I will admit it. You don't have to follow me. "

Xenophon smiled: "Oh, you said it was for revenge. I will go for revenge." His smile gradually became cold.

Z looked at the others, asking for their opinion with his eyes.

Miss Acheson was the first to answer. "I'm a night policeman and a detective from Scotland Yard, although I was fired for no reason." She curled her lips unhappily, "Maintaining justice and order is my mission. I am willing to go with you."

Z showed a moved expression for a moment. "What about the rest?"

"Of course I follow you, boss." Mr. R gave a thumbs up.

"I'm old." Ms. Q sighed.

Duan Feizhuo thought that she wanted to say, "We old people will not meddle in your business", but Ms. Q quickly raised the corners of her lips, and every wrinkle on her face was filled with vivid colors.

"Young people are working so hard, how can we old people fall behind?"

Yeats bowed slightly: "I am entrusted by Mr. John Clearwater to track down the murderer of his sister. Even if it is only to defeat Mrs. Boyle, I am willing to go. And now," the poet's eyes flashed, " I would love to see how it all ends.”

Of course Duan Feizhuo needless to say. As Leopold Chester, he and the committee were at odds. As a night vigilante, he is obliged to eliminate the evil in the world. As the owner of the trading house, he sold the wrong item to the wrong person, and he had to correct this mistake.

In the end only Mr. N was left. He rubbed the center of his brows and felt a headache: "Got it, I'll just go together."

"But our number is a bit small, isn't it?" Chloe Fen counted the number of people in the room, adding