"Is the girl over there the new woman you're looking for?"

Fu Jiang glanced at 173 inside the house. The latter was sitting on the sofa blankly, holding a cup of black tea, not sure what he was thinking.

"To be precise, she is a prisoner, and I am guarding her identity." Luo Pei saw the slight hostility in Fu Jiang's eyes and warned.

"I advise you not to provoke 173. Her ability is very tricky. You don't want to be locked in an empty world forever? That way, even if you don't die, it's no different from death."

"Yes, isn't it? That's really scary..."

Fu Jiang smiled and immediately eliminated the hostility in his eyes.

It's very interesting. Luo Pei has many women, but almost all of them are very characteristic types. For example, Fu Jiang is more feminine than women, with a greedy and vain personality, and it is the first time to get along well.

——The unexpected feeling is not bad.

As Rope was preparing to arrange SCP-173, the mask maid brought news of the return of the Shamisen Mask.

Three tall men in suits and shoes walked into the living room. They wear masks uniformly on their faces, sorrow, anger, and cry, just like possessing and relying on them. The three masks stick out spikes from the edges and manipulate the human body from the brain with the power of evil thoughts.

That gesture made Rope inexplicably think of the gargoyle mask.

"His Royal Highness, you are finally back!" "Sad" said excitedly.

Luo Pei nodded: "It seems that the things I explained have been done well. Thank you for your hard work."

"Where, this is what we should be." "Cry" said modestly: "Tokyo 355 anomalies, except for those who are sensible and willing to surrender, the other more than 170 monsters, our brothers, have been executed. Including the plaster statues in the "Private Hana Onion University Affiliated School" you said, not one is left, all are killed. "

"Anger" added: "There are also some high-level humans in this city, we have all turned them into slaves, so as to provide you and Ms. Fujiang with a more convenient life."

"Tokyo, it's yours already."

There are a few good subordinates that will save a lot of worry, which Rope knew deeply from Godkillers.

Accepting a piece of allegiance, do whatever you should do. Sitting down and sleeping, the city becomes his private domain. He doesn't need to worry about it at all. It's almost like the scene of becoming the King of Gods.

It's not bad.

"I heard the maid said, you went to get the letter from Anzhiju? How about the others?" Rope asked.

"Anger" quickly handed a letter to Luo Pei.

"His Royal Highness, this is the good news for today." "Anger" said.

"Master Anshiba has reorganized the compatriots in Saitama, Chiba, and Shizuoka prefectures and spread your reputation. I am afraid that those in remote areas will come to Tokyo to visit you within a few months. True face!"

The flattering words were automatically filtered, and Rope was a little surprised after opening the envelope and reading it.

Dragging the body that was about to step into the coffin board, Anzhi was able to walk such a long road in less than half a month and still fulfill his promised mission. The "reality bender" is indeed incredible.

This also proves from the side that if the young Anzhiju hadn't been obsessed with the story, he would have become the king of Japanese monsters.

——Although there is no use for eggs.

"This kind of news is enough to send an email, thanks to Anzhiju in such a retro way."

"His Royal Highness, we all feel bitter about those technologies..." "Sorrow" said helplessly.

"Then learn it, don't think that the monster doesn't need a modern office, it will save a lot of things."

Rope shook the letter in his hand and threw it back into "Anger"'s arms.

"Reply, let that guy not get tired."

"Yes."

The shamisen mask bowed his head in response.

Afterwards, "Anger" looked at SCP-173, who was sitting quietly next to Rope, and asked hesitantly.

"His Royal Highness, if it is convenient, is this lady...?"

The smell of the tea-haired girl made the Sanwei Mask feel uneasy. Had Rope not been beside her, the Sanwei Mask would have been on alert.

Unspeakable fear.

"Let's be a companion for the time being." Rope waved his hand and said, "This is my business, you don't have to worry about it. In addition, Kawakami Tomie's words are not equivalent to my orders, don't be foolish to obey them all."

"Yes."

"Hey! Am I still there?"

Coming from the courtyard, the neatly dressed black long straight girl was very dissatisfied.

"It's just for you. It will save you from being too greedy when the time comes. Let the Sanwei Mask get some dangerous things."

"Excessive! What dangerous things can I ask for besides art and money jewelry?"

"Oh? What do you think of the cursed idol on the southeast corner table?"

"That is the statue of the God of Worship in the Yonglu year, very rare..."

The Sanwei Mask saw the conflict between the owner and the mistress, and they, with good IQs, quit quietly and left the villas of Luo Pei and Tomie Kawakami one by one.

In these days, they have already had a place of their own.

The night came quietly.

Although SCP-173 has been fairly docile from Dejima to the present, Rope did not take it lightly. At most, adding a comfortable bed to the summoned cage was counted as a reward for docility.

After that, it was time for Ms. Kawakami Tomie to talk back to her and pay the price.

——Rope will not let her go easily.

Chapter 57 The Dictator of the Institute

From winter to spring, the average temperature of the weather has been pulled up a bit with the passage of time. With the cloudless sky and the sun, the early morning of the second day after returning is extraordinarily comfortable.

SCP-173 has no symptoms of environmental inadaptability. After decades of returning to the human city on the first night, she is still as peaceful as she was on the island.

So, in the monster girl's dissatisfied eyes because of the excessive things last night, Luo put on his few dusty notes, and embarked on the road to a brand-new job.

The location is the Institute of Physics in a remote area of ​​Tokyo.

Although the name of the institute still belongs to the SCP Foundation, under the black box operation of Kevin and Wingate, the entire well-equipped area is like a territory without a lord, waiting for its "king" and "queen". And the vast project that is about to start.

Nine twenty in the morning.

When the black-haired youth rushed to the outskirts of the institute, the entire white-based research building had already "woke up." Most of them were Asian researchers in white robe, and only a few were wearing SCP Foundation uniforms and fully armed. Soldiers, they are all anxious or excited waiting for the first announcement after the change of house-the order of the new supervisor, Rope.