Chapter 692 Du Martin

This is the difference in perspective.

From the height of Grandma Tiejia, the scenery she sees and the experience she gets are naturally completely different from Angel's.

Therefore, Grandma Tiejia's words just made him suddenly enlightened.

Grandma Tiejia: "It seems that your doubts have been solved, but it is not easy for you to go to Du Martin."

Angel only got Du Martin's address from David and knew that he stayed in the laboratory of the source of flow all year round. He actually didn't know which one it was. He originally planned to ask Grandma Tiejia, and it can be seen that her serious warning made Angel a little nervous.

"What should I do? Wait for them to send Baluba to me? But by then he has been injected with blood and his mind has been washed away, making him no different from a dead person."

Iron Armor Granny: "In fact, if you meet Du Martin, he will be easier to talk to because of your identity as an alchemist and Sanders. But the area near his laboratory is full of traps, and you can't get in with your current level."

"The best way is to send a message to him to pick you up. However, when he is obsessed with experiments, he basically doesn't read the message all year round."

Iron Armor Granny said this and thought for a moment: "Well, I have nothing to do, so I'll go with you."

If Iron Armor Granny goes, Du Martin will not make it too difficult for him even if it's not for Sanders. However, this makes Angel a little embarrassed, but he doesn't know where to start to say no.

"If you really feel bad, just come and spend more time with me. You can also ask Toby to come. I haven't seen him for a long time and I miss him." The Iron-Armored Granny drank tea with a smile.

Obviously, the Iron-Armored Granny did this to do him a favor.

Angel whispered his thanks, then thought for a while and took out a strange ring monument from his bracelet and handed it to the Iron-Armored Granny.

This strange ring monument was originally made by Angel for Toby to play with. But Toby has been playing crazy recently, and Angel has no time to give it to him.

So, he gave it to the Iron-Armored Granny.

"This is..." The Iron-Armored Granny's eyes were full of surprise. The appearance of the strange ring monument, especially the Mobius ring contained in it, was full of wonderful meanings. It seemed that this ring included many blind spots in thinking that could not be figured out.

"This is called the Monument of the Strange Ring. It's a little gadget I made. I hope Grandma likes it."

"Is this for me?" Grandma Iron Armor played with it for a while: "Is this not the alchemical illusion that is so popular outside?"

"It is an alchemical illusion, but it is used for entertainment and killing time."

"You mean to say that you think Grandma is lonely in the Iron Armor Castle and needs to use these things to kill time?" Grandma Iron Armor said with a deliberately stern face.

Angel waved his hand quickly: "I don't mean that. It's just... like a music box, used to enrich leisure time."

Seeing that Angel was eager to explain, Grandma Iron Armor laughed: "Okay, I'll take this thing. I'm also curious about what's so wonderful about the alchemical illusion you made."

Angel saw that Grandma Iron Armor took the Monument of the Strange Ring, and he was relieved.

Grandma Iron Armor ordered the Iron Armor Castle to go to Du Martin's laboratory. The Iron Armor Castle, which was running again, strode out and crossed mountains and ridges. Inside the iron house, the Iron Armored Granny was asking about some matters concerning the Monument of the Strange Ring.

For example, she knew that the Strange Ring had a magical cyclical nature, and that the entertainment game inside it was called Monument Valley... and she also learned from Angel's slip that Sanders seemed to like this little game very much.

However, the Iron Armored Granny actually cared most about the Strange Ring. She always felt that this ring belt was very interesting. If she continued to study it, she might be able to create a small magic.

The Iron Armored Granny did not immediately experience the illusion in the Monument of the Strange Ring, because in less than two minutes, the Iron Armored Castle crossed the mountains and rivers and stopped in front of a mountain covered with blood mist.

"We're here. This is Du Martin's Alien Laboratory." The Iron Armored Granny said as she took Angel down the Iron Armored Castle.

As soon as he left the closed space inside the house, Angel immediately smelled the strong smell of blood in the air.

The blood mist was everywhere in front of him, and even the trees on both sides were dyed bright red by the blood mist, but these trees did not wither, but became more upright. Deep in the blood mist, there are several buildings built around the mountains.

"As you can see, the blood mist here is caused by Du Martin. That guy is a dissection maniac. It is true that he likes to open the skull, but in fact, he does not open the skulls of humans the most, but beasts and alien life." The Iron Armor Granny paused: "Because humans are not worth his research."

"It sounds a bit like..."

Angel was halfway through his words when the Iron Armor Granny smiled and said: "It's very similar to the style of the Karabits, right?"

Angel nodded.

Iron Armor Granny: "The Karabits like to tinker with biological research, but Du Martin is not a Karabits, but a purebred Zhiren."

As she spoke, the Iron Armor Granny gently ejected a light spot and sank into the blood mist.

Not long after, a path opened up in the center of the blood mist, and at the same time, a clear voice came out: "Grandma, please come in. I'm experimenting with the key, so I'm sorry I didn't come out to greet you."

The armored grandma nodded to Angel: "Let's go, the blood mist is the dangerous place, be careful not to get contaminated."

As she spoke, the Iron-Armored Granny took the lead and walked onto the central road. Angel hurriedly followed. As the two of them entered, the blood mist slowly returned to its original state.

This road was not long, but Angel could feel the cold breath coming from the blood mist on both sides from time to time while walking. In addition, he could faintly hear the panting sound of some creatures dripping saliva.

When they stood at the door of the laboratory, the blood mist behind them filled up again. The previous passage had disappeared, and the horror in the blood mist was also covered.

The door was not locked. The Iron-Armored Granny pushed the door open and walked into the laboratory with Angel.

Generally speaking, the center of the first floor of the Alien Laboratory should have been the main hall, but it was filled with various nutrient chambers, which seemed to have been transformed by Du Martin into a place to load experimental samples. Only in the middle was there a round table and a row of high stools without backrests.

There was a cup of hot tea on the round table at this time, which was obviously prepared for the Iron-Armored Granny.

"Wait a moment." The Iron-Armored Granny sat on the high stool and said to Angel.

However, Angell was stunned at this time, his eyes were attracted by a nutrient chamber, or more precisely, the person in the nutrient chamber.

Angell walked slowly to the nutrient chamber.

In the transparent nutrient chamber, a naked man was lying in a pale yellow liquid, his hair was neither too long nor too short, and his expression was as peaceful as death.

The man's muscles were very strong, but at this time they were covered with dense suture marks. The sutures that had never been removed showed that the man should have been dissected not long ago.

"What? Is he the person you are looking for?" The armored grandmother walked to Angell's side.

Angel quietly looked at the man in the incubator and nodded gently: "Yes, he is Baluba."

Iron Armor Granny looked over, with a hint of energy fluctuation in her eyes. After a while, she sighed softly: "Sure enough, he has half the blood of the barbarians from another world."

After a pause, Iron Armor Granny suddenly laughed: "How can a person with such clear and pure blood and a clean soul be a spy from another world?"

"He is not a spy?"

"Of course not. Even if spies are sent, they are mostly pure humans. This kind of mixed-blood, with clear souls and blood, is completely unsuitable to be a spy." Iron Armor Granny said.

"In other words, he is not guilty."

Iron Armor Granny was silent for a while and said: "The only crime is that he cannot choose his birth and cannot go against the trend. This crime, although not serious, is enough to push him into the abyss of darkness."

Angel also sighed softly: The trend cannot be violated.

The world will has no thoughts, but it adheres to a principle. It supports what is beneficial to this world and rejects what is harmful to this world. All the means of the extreme sects may seem extreme, but they are actually beneficial to the world. Even if 10,000 people are killed by mistake, as long as the right person is killed, it is beneficial. As for the other innocent lives that were killed by mistake, it is nothing in the face of the cold and ruthless will of the world.

So, in fact, it makes no sense to say who is wrong. But if you have a position, everyone is wrong. Even, you are born a mistake.

Right and wrong, always have different positions.

After a long silence, Angel looked at the dense sutures and whispered: "Am I still late?"

Iron Armor Granny: "It's not too late, because he was only implanted with the blood of the parasol insect. As for thinking..."

Iron Armor Granny looked at Baluba's head without any scars: "It has not been emptied yet."

"But after injecting a one-time consumption of blood, he has no future." Angel sighed in a low voice: "But at least he is still alive."

As they were talking, footsteps came from behind.

Angel turned his head and a tall figure slowly walked out from the depths of the dark corridor.

"Good evening, granny." The visitor bowed 70 degrees to the armored granny.

With a clear voice and elegant movements, the visitor seemed like a butler in a noble mansion, and his every move was full of strictness and order.

"Du Martin, you are here. Did granny not disturb you?"

The visitor was Du Martin, who was completely different from the image that Angel imagined. This young man was not only polite, but also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked full of abstinence.

But the next second, Angel felt that he seemed to be wrong.

Du Martin turned his head and looked at Angel. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Granny, is this the fertilizer you brought for me to deal with?"