Open the door!

I know I have a tree, it doesn't grow normally. But it can make me transfer my consciousness away from the vest, punch the cursed day, kick invisible monsters, and make A-level bloodline people tremble when they see me. There is no doubt that I am a high-level existence.

I also know that the world's No. 1 taboo is called the Corrupted World Tree.

Please tell me what is my golden finger?

This is an answer that can be easily obtained by using a brain that has been poisoned by various online articles. Mason almost wanted to go back and take a look immediately, but he held back.

He asked, "What is the specific situation?"

Olige answered simply, "I don't know."

"This is the creator of the world, an existence that only exists in legends. If it weren't for the most powerful prophetic bloodline and his descendants who paid the price with their entire clan's lives, we wouldn't know that the source of the black mist pollution is the World Tree. Besides, what good would it do if we knew? We can't even solve the weakest taboo!"

Human beings are really weak in this world.

Any severe pollution fluctuation will bring disaster to mankind, not to mention those powerful beings. They can only compromise in constant exploration and coexist with it, just like they did with the Cursed Sun and the Crazy Moon.

Olih's words made Mason clearly aware of the crisis. But the little girl was like nothing happened. She just kept walking forward after she finished speaking, skipping and continuing her patrol, not affected at all.

Their patrol mission was simple. They made sure that no pollution was detected in the entire neighborhood and then returned to their team. The front desk clerk, Olih, greeted them as usual and watched them go to the basement lobby.

When Olivia came back, he was gone. Mason went to the lab to find Rambo, who was mixing drugs. Seeing him come back, he smiled and said hello: "You're back. How was your patrol today?"

The red-haired young man lazily pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. "That's normal. The captain asked me to get a night patrol communication device from you. She also told me the five taboos."

"Five taboos..."

Rambo stopped what he was doing, adjusted his glasses, and seemed to think for a moment. "Don't worry too much. For people of our level, He wouldn't notice even if we were cursed on the day of the curse."

This sentence is really true. You are just talking, but I will really see Him! Mason watched the other party rummaging through the cabinets in silence, and took out a contact device from the cabinet and handed it to him.

It is somewhat similar to the radios on Earth, a palm-sized thick iron block with a dial on it for dialing numbers. As long as it is within range, it can contact known numbers.

When Mason learned how to use it, Rambo looked at the time and took him out to prepare dinner. The last door in the hall was the kitchen, which was Rambo's exclusive space.

Today's dinner was white bread, pepper beef soup and vegetable salad. Olige's beef soup had a red base. Mason tore the bread into small pieces, soaked it in the soup, and ate the gravy-soaked bread with the refreshing vegetables. The three of them ate with sweat on their heads and were very satisfied.

Mason's mind moved, and he looked at the captain's soup, and indeed he smelled a faint smell of blood. Ollie asked him without protecting his food, "Do you want some too?"

Mason shook his head decisively. He didn't have a hobby of drinking beast blood.

After eating and drinking, Orihe collapsed on the chair and touched his belly. He said happily, "Today's patrol mission is handed over to you, Orelius. Rambo, you take him to the equipment department to get equipment. If anything happens, call me through the contactor."

Rambo stood up obediently and motioned Mason to follow him. He picked up a simple oil lamp from the stove and turned to walk into the third door of the hall.

"Do you know how many mosquitoes a female mosquito can lay at a time?"

In the darkness, Rambo suddenly asked.

"Two or three hundred?"

The middle-aged man hummed, and the dim oil lamp spread its light in all directions, rising and falling with his steps.

"The captain's ability is to maintain 280 separate bodies, 200 of which are here. So be careful when you come."

He stopped and looked up. The darkness was filled with red lights. Above, behind, in front of him... red insect eyes surrounded them from all directions, shining in the darkness where the light could not reach. The tiny sounds of wings flapping quickly gathered together to form an unpleasant sharp buzzing sound.

Rambo said expressionlessly: "The captain asked me to bring the newcomers here to get their equipment."

The noisy buzzing of mosquitoes rose and fell. Rambo listened for a while and said, "Stretch out your hand and give them some blood. Then they will recognize you."

The red-haired young man boldly stretched his arm into the darkness. After a slight pain, he withdrew his hand, revealing a dense mass of tiny pinholes. Rambo patted his shoulder and said, "Go in. It will heal soon."

He did not see the strange look that flashed across the young man's eyes. The red insect eyes slowly retreated, revealing a heavy iron door. But rather than completing a task as usual, they seemed to be retreating respectfully.

In a place that Rambo couldn't see, the mouthparts of these clones spread a trace of blood all over their bodies. Ollie, who was paralyzed on the chair in the hall, suddenly sat up. She looked around vigilantly, and after reconfirming her connection with the clones, she fell down again with confusion on her face.

"Strange, it seems like something took control away just now... but it suddenly came back?... It can't be an illusion that I ate too much, it's all because Rambo cooked so deliciously... Hehe, it's all his fault!"

She turned herself over with a groan.

In the room, Mason felt the vague connection between himself and these clones, and his mind became more and more subtle. He felt that he seemed to be able to control those clones that had sucked blood, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

If he really did something, Orihe as the original body would definitely be able to sense it first, and then he would really not be able to explain himself.

Rambo used the key to open the iron door, and the lights inside were bright. The dazzling light made Mason squint his eyes, until he could see the scene inside clearly, he once again refreshed his understanding of this world.

It's like a small arsenal inside.

The walls were covered with bows, crossbows, and armor. In the cabinets below, swords, shields, and armor were neatly arranged. Boxes were piled up next to them. The most eye-catching thing was a small automatic-aiming rocket launcher in the corner... Yes! Automatic! Small! Rocket launcher!!

The sloppy technology tree in this world is truly amazing.

"What do you need? Apart from the rocket launcher, you can get everything else just by asking for it."

"The Earl gave me 100 rounds of ammunition, but I haven't used them yet. Is there any additional subsidy from the team?"

Rambo skillfully opened a small box, revealing a mountain of bullets. He grabbed half of the box, stuffed it into a special waist bag and handed it to Mason. Mason thought to himself, "Wow, this is so generous!" Rambo pushed his glasses, and a flash of light flashed on the lens: "This is 150 bullets. I will ask the Earl for reimbursement later."

The prejudice of human beings towards the characters wearing glasses was fully demonstrated at this moment. The red-haired young man raised his thumb and said, "Give me a long sword. It has 300 bullets. I'll take 200 and you take 100."

"make a deal."

The two men shook hands and smiled at each other, and the only one hurt was the Count.

After solving the problem of weapons, Rambo carefully took out a familiar-looking exquisite box from another box, and also took out a slightly rough stone sculpture from the box.

It depicts a girl with tears in her eyes, hugging herself tightly with her arms, and five closed flower buds at her feet. Although the craftsmanship is crude, the temperament is vivid, as if the girl will cry out loud in the next second.

"【Weeping Girl】, this is a special pollutant created in bulk by an evil church using humans. We discovered it after clearing it out. If contamination is detected, the buds under her feet will bloom. The more buds bloom, the more serious the contamination. After all five buds bloom, she will come back to life until she finds someone to replace her as a sculpture. Therefore, she cannot be brought into high-risk areas. She is also our main detection tool."

Rambo handed it to the newcomer and said encouragingly: "Good luck, Night Patrol."

"Isn't it equipped with a mechanical measuring device?"

Rambo looked at him and said in a subtle way: "After all, you are a newbie, that's expensive."

Mason suddenly understood and agreed without hesitation.

This is really important! He has no money to pay!

…

Night falls, and clouds made of scarlet flesh float lightly in the sky, covering the blinking pupils. The street lights at the intersections light up one by one, dispelling the disturbing darkness.

The streets were empty at night, and everyone knew that the night was dangerous. They returned home early, turned on the lights, and prayed that madness and chaos would not come.

The people of Ya'an City are unfortunate, because the more people gather, the easier it is for black fog to grow. But they are also lucky, because every night, there are bloodline people patrolling here.

At ten o'clock in the evening, bloodline people of different appearances walked out of a house in each of the eleven blocks at the same time, holding the stone statue of the "Weeping Girl" in their hands, and began to patrol the blocks according to the plan.

They all walked very carefully, never leaving the light area, and never looking around, but they checked everything very carefully and never ignored any suspicious points.

Among them, the patrolman from District 5 had unusually light steps. He wore a black hooded cape, revealing a glimpse of the leather armor underneath. His red hair was tied into a small braid and swung back and forth behind his neck, attracting a lot of attention.

He remembered the instruction carefully and ignored the strange pupils above his head that were surveying the earth. He walked forward obediently in the evening breeze and under the light of the street lamps.

But the block was only so big after all, and after about an hour and a half, he reached the end and had to turn back.

Another half an hour passed, and the patrolman looked at the extremely quiet street and frowned in confusion.

"It's too quiet... It's not normal."

He whispered, took out the unresponsive [Crying Girl] from his arms, and asked doubtfully, "Are you being lazy?"

The crying girl did not respond.

The young man stared at her for a while, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He looked around and found that there was no one around, so he naturally found a more secluded place, raised his hand and pressed his fingers on the sharp stone petals.

The roughly carved petals pierced into his skin, instantly spreading out countless translucent blood threads.

“Woo woo woo…”

One, two, three... five flower buds blossomed in an instant, and a faint sound of crying filled the air.

Then, the young man's hands were empty, and a crying, wounded long-haired girl appeared before him. She was surrounded by gorgeous red flowers and had smelly tears of blood flowing from her eyes.

She stared at the young man with her gouged eyes. The light above her head flickered continuously as if under pressure, and finally went out with a snap.

“Woo woo woo…”

The Weeping Girl let out a terrifying, creepy cry that echoed in the air, like a revengeful spirit crawling out of hell.

At this moment, a handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of her. The long-haired girl was stunned, and a gentle voice of a young man came from above her head: "Wipe it quickly, your face is all dirty from crying."

Something seems wrong...

The girl took the handkerchief subconsciously, and was at a loss for a moment. The young man continued to ask: "There was a murder case here recently. Can you sense where there is pollution?"

The girl opened her mouth, revealing her broken tongue, and a "gurgling" sound came out of her throat. She couldn't speak, but the flowers at her feet pointed in a certain direction at the same time.

The human stroked her messy long hair with an unusually gentle attitude, as if treating his sister kindly: "Good girl, I know you must be in pain. There are still people suffering like you, can you take me to find them?"

The girl stared at him blankly for a while, and her tears flowed even more fiercely. Under the control of the blood thread, she nodded slightly, turned around and moved quickly to a certain place. The street lights kept turning off and then lighting up one by one. The human followed closely behind her until she stopped in front of a two-story building.

"Thank you."

He thanked the girl and then took a closer look at the plain-looking building. The man pulled out his Aesthetics and loaded the blood-soaked bullets into it one by one.

The silver wooden body began to deform rapidly from the place where it touched the blood, and flesh and blood began to beat like a heart between the steel. The high-intensity thrust was like a jet, and after the human pulled the trigger, it spewed fire with the force of thunder, and with a loud bang, it directly destroyed the tightly closed door, allowing his voice to be heard inside.

"Open the door, the security team is checking the room - oh, sorry, I forgot you don't have a door now."

He strode into the house with great strides, his dark golden pupils as cold as ice. The girl following closely behind him entered the house upside down in a weird posture, and the five brightly blooming flowers transformed into teeth, which opened and closed in a salivating manner in response to her companion's words.

"So you can either surrender now or be killed right here!"

[Aesthetics] With a flash of silver light, the red-haired young man sneered and reloaded the gun with bullets.