Boyle spoke very slowly, as if the old professor was talking on the podium. Obviously, he was not suitable for being a product salesman like this.

However, Tang Fang felt chill for no reason. He always felt that he was already a dark person, but he didn't expect that the people in power were far behind these big capitalists.

"I know what you are thinking." Boyle patted his shoulder and said the truth: "Old Cory said you are smart, but you are a young man after all. The sun will shine in the world, but the universe will eventually be dark and cold... In the days to come, it will continue to expand, and the distance between galaxies will become farther and farther."

Finally, he said, "It is called light when it shines into the darkness."

If it is put in the afternoon, Tang Fang will smile and retort, and will joke: "Don't pretend to be x, pretend to be x and be struck by lightning." But at this moment, he can't be happy no matter how hard he is.

"Please don't sympathize with them." Boyle looked at him with a look of an experienced person: "Because according to the law of the empire, some of them should have been sentenced to death, and the remaining part has not been alive for two or three years. It is said that the full use of everything is needed, and in today's society, efficiency is paramount."

Tang Fang didn't know what kind of emotion he was now. It was very complicated. It was not just sympathy, nor was it all sad. It was generally helpless to take up a lot.

He sighed and continued to look at the monitor, his thoughts like threads that were dismantled into two strands, putting them on the prisoners while thinking about them.

He could no longer remember how many times he sighed. If the prisoners were ordinary people, he would have been angry, but why did he just feel helpless and bitter if he replaced him with Morrisnu?

If Claya was here, she might be very angry...

At this moment, his eyes swept across the seventh monitor from the left of the monitor array in three rows. He suddenly noticed an exception. The monitor was black and seemed to be broken.

In such a place, how could the staff allow the monitor to break down and not repair it? Tang Fang was curious and sent an order to Emma: "Check what's going on?"

"Please wait..."

After about three or five breaths, the image flashed in my mind. A picture appeared in front of Tang Fang, and then his face changed... and became a little cold.

Although I don't like her, it doesn't mean I can sit back and watch this happen.

When people encounter things that have nothing to do with themselves, they may have a selfish mentality that is not related to themselves, but if they have more or less intersections with themselves, it will inevitably cause emotional fluctuations.

The same is true for Tang Fang. He can be very rational and emotional. Just like now.

"Move cell g-22 over," he said coldly.

The woman in her 40-year-old woman in front looked back at him, then turned her eyes to Boyle, and could tell that she was confused because the merchant had a gorgeous brooch on his chest, and only high-end VIPs were qualified to wear it.

Since you are a VIP customer, you should understand the rules.

"g-22!" Tang Fang stared at her, the light in his pupils became colder and colder.

Boyle frowned. Just as he was about to advise him not to meddle in other people's business, Tang Lin, who had been silent behind him, moved. He pulled out the dagger in the middle-aged woman's mid-layer, stared at the middle-aged woman with cold eyes, raised his hand and stabbed it on the console.

She felt a little cold in her fingertips and subconsciously looked down.

In the thin gap between her ring finger and little finger, the shining blade refracted the light that kept jumping on the monitor. It was like the cold pond water rippling under the moonlight, cold and quiet.

It has killed people and drank blood.

The security guard in the corner seemed to notice something and was walking towards the console.

Tang Lin's hand was very stable, just like the snow peak that had not moved for millions of years.

A ray of cold sweat flowed down the woman's cheek. The hand under the dagger was trembling. She tried to control it, but found that it was useless at all.

Tang Lin repeated Tang Fang's words: "g-22!"

"As he said, I will count on my losses if I have any." Boyle said loudly, pulling a face.

This sentence is for middle-aged women to hear, and also for those guards with bad colors.

So Tang Lin put away the dagger and inserted it back into the mezzanine.

The middle-aged woman used her trembling hands to open the safety lock and pulled the cell with an id "g-22" under the board.

On the other side, the three guards turned around and walked back to their respective posts. However, several guests not far away entered the crystal passage and left here as quickly as possible to avoid causing trouble and causing trouble.

Tang Fang did not look at Boyle's ugly face, and walked to the edge of the platform and looked diagonally upwards.

There was a cell slowly descending there. Unlike the other cells, its surface was pitch black, and no one knew what was inside and what was happening... except Tang Fang!

In about half a minute, accompanied by a slight vibration, the cell stopped at a berth on the edge of the platform. Tang Lin walked forward and pressed the unlock button.

"Chi..." As the airflow ejected, the hydraulic door opened, and a dazzling white light shot out from the dark cell, and the impact became larger and larger, submerging the figures of Tang Fang and Tang Lin.

There were two people in the room, one man and one woman, the man was busy dressing, the woman was lying on a pool of blood, the man was very panicked and the woman was very calm.

There is blood on a man's face, there is blood on a woman's body, the blood on a man's face comes from her, and the blood on a woman's body comes from herself.

When Tang Lin opened the door, his pants were half raised, with panic and confused on his face, but more angry, because this is the "fallen angel". Such a thing shouldn't have happened... He paid.

He never expected that the game would be broken halfway through, and he didn't expect that his pants would be worn well, so he was pinched by a hand that looked like steel pliers and swung him out of the room.

After 3 breaths, he screamed in the air for 3 breaths, and then fell on the platform with a "smack" like a dead dog, causing his whole face to become deformed.

"Ah...ah..." The scream was extremely shrill. He felt that his right arm might have broken because it hurts so much.

The screams woke up the guards in the corner, and they surrounded him, looking at Tang Fang and Tang Lin with a vigilant look.

The screams also woke up the middle-aged woman in front of the console. She hurriedly pressed a button and called the medical team to come for support.

Tang Fang didn't care about what was behind him, and he stepped into the cell.

The inside is different from the outside. The walls are silver-white, and the ceiling is equipped with a row of high-power lamps, which reveals the entire room.

There is a bathroom in the corner of the room, and a bed is horizontal in the middle. There is a doughy bedding on it. Opposite the bed is a rear projector, all white, connected to the wall, making it look neat and bright.

But at this moment, there was no tidy in the room that should have been spotless, and blood was splattering everywhere, including the ground, walls, bedding, lamps... Although the amount was not large, it was shocking.

A woman fell in the pool of blood at the end of the bed. She looked at Tang Fang who was walking step by step, and her calm eyes added a hint of special emotion, which was a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Tang Fang didn't understand what she was thinking, why she could still put most of her energy on others when she was hit by so many knifes and shed so much blood.

Doesn’t she feel pain? Is she not panic? Or is she not afraid of death at all? Or is Morrisnu’s way of thinking about problems in such a deformed living environment is essentially different from that of ordinary humans?

Tang Fang suddenly realized something. The primary school student who had just entered the sixth grade said proudly: "I am very patriotic. I am now the flower of my motherland. When I grow up, I will be a pillar of the country."

No one told him that he is not a flower, he is just a grass. No one told him that the better the pillars, the more likely they are to attract borers.

When it comes to Morrisnu, "patriotism" may be replaced by "Love His Majesty the Holy Emperor", and "pillars" are replaced by "dedication" and "sacrifice".

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of children, or poor people living in the world described by others. They have no self and do not know how to resist, just like a puppet.

Ordinary people can think about what they see and hear in daily life and explore the essence behind the events. But they cannot do it. His Majesty the Holy Emperor will not give them the opportunity to open their eyes to see the world, let alone what if they see it? Their lives are too short and their intelligence is limited. They can only kneel down and never thought of getting up.

The blood was so dazzling under the strong light that Tang Fang walked over and squatted down to check her injuries carefully.

There is a knife edge on the outside of the left arm, which is very shallow, which is considered a skin injury. There is also a thread on the inside of the right leg, which is very long and deep, but fortunately, no major artery was damaged.

There were two crossed scars on her back, and blood was like a waterfall about to break, blew out of red on her back.

Next was her face, with a scratch on her left and right cheeks, reaching the bones. The blood went down the ears and covered her plump front chest.

There is no doubt that she was disfigured and her entire face was covered with plasma. However, if you look closely, you can still know that she was born very beautiful, or "sored" and beautiful.

Tang Fang saw a lot of beauties, including Claya, Zhou Ai, Freya, and Shipman Yufei, all of whom were selected from one in a hundred.

However, they are beauties, but not the most beautiful women. There is only one most beautiful woman---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Of course, the noble Miss Charlotte would never fall into this place. The injured woman in front of her was just a bit like her. From the perspective of appearance, the similarity is about 60%, and the figure is similar.

Tang Fang pulled off the bed sheet, tore it into several pieces, and then bandaged the wound in the woman's puzzled eyes.

With advanced plastic surgery technology, people may be able to carve out a copycat version of the Galaxy Evil with a high degree of similarity, but no matter how they train or educate them, they cannot be compared with the main person. Charlotte Quinn has only one in this world, and no one can imitate her temperament.

Tang Fang felt that it was not temperament, it was the soul...

Boyle stood at the door of the cell, watching him bandage the wounds of the female Morrisnu on the ground.

"It seems that you didn't listen to a word of what I said along the way..." He sighed and said, "Even if you can save her for a while, can you save her for a lifetime? It's 26 years old, and the god of death is already waving to her."

Boyle paused for a moment, slowed down his speech, and said, "Are you young people? You can fight against death if you do such meaningless things?"

Tang Fang said without looking back: "How can you know if you don't try this kind of thing?"

He did not hesitate to the blood on the woman's body, picked her up from the ground, walked out of the cell, and said as he passed by Boyle: "I want this woman. No matter what method you use, get her identity for me, otherwise, the deal will be free from negotiation!"

"Just because she looks like a Galaxy Demon?" Boyle said, looking at his back. The word "long" was very long. He believed that Tang Fang could hear the deeper meaning of this sentence.

Because the Galaxy Demon is very famous, the female Morris Nu is not the first, and she will never be the last one.

Tang Fang looked back at him and said, "You are right. I can't save all of them. But since this happened in front of me, it means I have a fate. I hate regrets the most and feel the most guilty."

The medical team had already rushed over. The middle-aged woman ignored the bloody female Morrisnu and led her hands to lift her up from the ground by the guards. She walked towards Tang Fang and Tang Lin, who looked at him with resentful eyes.

Until a dagger straddled her neck.

No one noticed how Tang Lin got through. When the guards came to their senses, the dagger was less than half an inch from the middle-aged woman's carotid artery.

"Save her first." Tang Lin's voice was like a piece of ice falling to the ground, and it was straightforward.

This is the second close contact between a middle-aged woman and a dagger. It is still the same smell and is still so cold.

She trembled again. But it was not the hands, but the legs.

As long as the dagger is sent forward, she will go to see the King of Hell and say the old thing in the family.

Tang Fang walked over with the female Morrisnu, put it on the stretcher, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, she will be mine. If I were to know that you would treat it differently... I promise. Even if Virginia comes in person, it will not save your lives."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then reacted and his face turned particularly ugly.

Virginia... Virginia Alexander, the ruler of the Phoenix Empire. The reincarnation of the Divine Phoenix, His Majesty the Great Sage and the Saint Emperor came from heaven.

He...he dared to be so disrespectful to His Majesty the Holy Emperor. If he was placed in the empire, it would be enough to put him in prison.
To be continued...