On the second floor of the basement of the Eternal Coffin Mansion, there are two facilities.

The first is the morgue. Since new corpses can be produced every day, this place has become a frequent visitor place for Hannibal and Shirley. As for why they always come to visit... because experiments always require materials, and people always have to eat, right?

Another facility besides the morgue is a [Equipment Studio].

Its owner is John Cramer.

Oh, maybe this name hasn't appeared for a long time, and everyone has forgotten it. So, let's use its name as a subtitle - [Jigsaw].

This facility is full of various materials, countless production tools, some that you can understand, and more that you can't understand at all... Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't understand. Anyway, under normal circumstances, no one will come here because Jigsaw doesn't like to be disturbed...

Today, the studio door was unusually pushed open by another person besides the jigsaw. This person was Ziliang.

Since it was my first time entering here, Ziliang was slightly stunned by the scene in front of him, because from the outside, the space here was very small, but when he entered, he was a huge space beyond the physical category. The huge machines more than ten meters high were roaring side by side, and some incomprehensible stoves were refining something in the distance, and the sound of steel intertwining sounds were heard in the ears. Well, this was not a studio at all, but a factory.

"Uh...you're bigger than you thought." Ziliang muttered.

"If I were you, I would have put out the cigarette. Many of the materials here cannot be heated. Your ash may have blown up here." The sound of a jigsaw came from between the machines. Ziliang looked at the cigarette that had just been smoking halfway, so he could only throw him on the ground and stomp him out.

At this time, the jigsaw also walked out of a corner. It was wearing a long robe-like dress, and its face still looked a little pale under the slightly dim light.

"What's the matter?" Jigsaw asked lightly.

Ziliang scratched his hair: "Uh...you should know that we are now being chased by the cosmic consciousness, and in order to survive the next encounter with the cosmic consciousness, we must become stronger."

Jigsaw nodded: "I know, so? What props do you need?"

"Of course we need props and other things very much." Ziliang responded: "But... this is not the purpose of my visit."

"What is that?"

"Uh, you know, I'm looking for an opportunity for everyone to grow, and now everyone else has found their own plane of evolution, and this time, it's your turn."

Jigsaw was silent for a while... and then shook his head: "I don't need it. I'm not a combatant, and I won't leave the Immortal Coffin, so... I want to improve my abilities and have nothing to do with my own enhancement. If you want to make me stronger, why don't you find more materials to make props for me."

Ziliang nodded: "Yes, of course I know this, but... this plane is a bit special." Ziliang said with a little embarrassed expression: "Anyway, if you can pass the test of this plane, then you can realize a wish..."

"A wish?"

"Yes, a wish, almost anything is OK."

Jigsaw raised his head slightly and looked at Ziliang's eyes: "Haha, this temptation is quite big, but according to my understanding of you, you should go to such a good thing yourself."

Ziliang shrugged helplessly: "That's right, but the wish that this plane can realize must be within the ability of the master of this plane, and the wish that I want to realize is too much beyond his ability... But the main reason is that there is a little misunderstanding between me and him, so I don't want to show up, and you'd better not mention me in front of him."

When Jigsaw heard this, he naturally captured the meaning of Ziliang's words: "It sounds like... are you very familiar with the owner of this plane?"

Ziliang's face was drooping with kidney deficiency and drooping, and he felt even more miserable: "Yes, although I don't want to admit it, we are indeed quite familiar."

Jigsaw said lightly: "Well, since that's the case, let's give this opportunity to Shirley. Compared to you young people who are aggressive, I just want to stay here and fiddle with these parts."

Unexpectedly, Ziliang shook his head again: "I actually want to do it too, but Shirley's existence is too special, because she is not a sin fragment, the sin fragment is a g virus, and Shirley is just its carrier, so she herself cannot realize her desire to evolve the g virus. Her enhancement can only wait for an opportunity.

And, based on my knowledge of that bastard guy, you are the most suitable person to pass his test, so... this time I decided to let you go."

Jigsaw looked at Ziliang, and after a while...: "Okay." He finally agreed.

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No matter which plane it is in, the rain at dusk always has many things in common, such as cold, long and annoying.

However, people who do bar business like this kind of weather very much because many people don’t have the habit of bringing umbrellas when going out in the morning. Therefore, when the rain starts, many people choose to shelter from the rain, which can also make beer that cannot be sold at ordinary times more popular.

Sure enough, the door of the bar was pushed open again... This time, the man who walked in was a 60-year-old man wrapped in a thick windbreaker. He could still see that he was a little thin. I don’t know if it was because it was cold outside or because his body was not very good. In short, his face looked much paler than normal people, and his eyelids were filled with a strange red color.

He sat in front of the bar...

"Hey, it's such a cold day, you have to have a drink." The bartender said to someone next to the old man.

The old man slapped the rain on his body: "Please give me a cup of hot milk."

Maybe it was because there was no hot milk in the bar, or maybe it was because the milk was not profitable, so the bartender didn't want to pay attention to the old man. In short, the bartender's eyes did not stay on the old man's body for a second, and then turned to a person on the other side of him: "Hi, brother, do you want a glass?"

Faced with this ignorance, the old man didn't care at all. He just shivered for a moment, squeezed the cold air out of his body, and then took out a black invitation from his pocket, which was written in white font.

[Do you want to realize your wish?]

【18 o'clock】

【Chells Avenue Bus Station】

【We are waiting for you on time】
Chapter completed!