Listening to Mihe's words, Charles' mind was full of thoughts. How could he suddenly understand Mihe's words? What does the whisper in his ear have to do with them? And what does 134 in his mouth mean?

Richard, who was free from thinking so much, quickly defended: "Wait, I have no intention of resisting. The previous misunderstanding was just because I could not communicate, and what does the riot in your mouth mean? We have never met before."

Richard thought he could finally communicate with these things, but White Robe Mich remained indifferent and stood there talking to himself.

"You don't have to pretend to be a pitiful little girl. Your disguises are useless. Do you know how many people died because of the project riots you caused? It is because of you that the Third Laboratory will be completely out of control and have no choice but to be abandoned."

"Brother, what is this guy talking about? We didn't cry. What a pity little girl. We are so big, swaying underneath. Is his eyes blind?"

"Shh, quiet, he doesn't seem to be communicating with us, he seems to be saying something." Charles grabbed some clues from these words, and he felt something was wrong.

"134. Your singing catalytic effect on plants and animals is very useful in genetic modification of plants and animals. As long as you are willing to help us, not only will you not suffer the pain just now, but the foundation will also provide you with anything you need, including allowing you to meet your parents again, as well as enough toys and desserts."

"Don't worry, my authority is D3 in the entire foundation. As long as you can assist us, I will definitely be able to do it. There are many projects to cooperate with the foundation. You are not the first one. Please think carefully. I will come in later."

Speaking of this, Mihe, the white-robed man slowly turned around and left the surprised human in place.

"Brother, why do I feel that the 134 we are familiar with? The little girl who can sing, her singing has a catalytic effect on animals and plants. Isn't this the dark-bellied luoli in Sodom?! After a long time, she turned out to be the relics of the foundation. How old has this little guy lived to this day?"

"No, no, now is not the time to consider this. What's wrong with these Mich's reactions."

"What's wrong? Isn't this right? You said they are changed by the working members of the foundation. Are they doing the work of the foundation?"

"No, we guessed it wrong."

Charles, who had his brows frowned, looked at Mih behind the glass, and watched them skillfully operate the mechanical equipment, his brows became tighter and tighter.

"Look, the guy on the left, it looks like he is operating, but his operations are repeating."

Richard controlled his eyes and observed carefully, and soon he also discovered something was wrong, "Ah! You're right! Look, those things don't even connect to wires!"

Thinking of all kinds of false things in the fake city outside, and thinking of Mich who had fled around in the square before, Charles's mind flashed, and he suddenly figured out, he understood what kind of existence needed a false city.

"They are not employees of the foundation's alienation. They are just simply imitating, imitating tools, imitating houses, or even imitating behavior!"

“That means…”

"That is to say, everything we think is wrong. They were not communicating with us before! They were not using us for experiments. They were just imitating the calls between foundation members and relics from the last era. As for them, we are just props for playing house games."

When Charles's back felt cold when he thought that this was the truth.

Thousands of monsters are working hard to imitate humans hundreds of years ago in a fake city. Why do they do this? Are these things all toys of gods?

Just as Charles' mind was in a mess, Mihe, who had been in white before, walked in again.

"134, it's really disappointing for you to resist like this. I didn't want the 704 bug to eat your flesh and blood, but you still refuse, so I'm embarrassed."

White-robed Mihe turned to Mihe who recorded the things and said, "Take it to experimental point No. 42 and conduct an interactive execution experiment between 134 and 704."

Two Mihe, wearing black robes, walked in and carried Charles down from the shelf and dragged him towards the door.

Under the suppression of nearly ten black-robed Mich, Charles was dragged into a room and threw it in.

Charles, who fell to the ground, ignored the pain in his body and quickly drew on the ground with the blood on his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't talk nonsense, help me recall the information on the map together. I need to know our current location."

With the assistance of another personality, a rough map of the second laboratory appeared on the ground. "We are here now, and this is where we were imprisoned before."

With the help of the map, Charles quickly confirmed his current location.

"The exit here is their square outside, and there are a lot of Mih outside, no matter what they are doing. If you want to escape, you have to go out from other places."

Just as Charles was thinking about his escape route, another door in the room opened, and there was a faint figure there.

It was a bald man with a naked bald man with a white triangle on his forehead. This was Kede's man.

Reminding the previous information, Charles knew that it should now pretend to be the relic numbered 704.

The bald man immediately saw Charles' face and rushed over quickly. "Captain Charles, why are you here?"

The next second, the expression on his face changed from joy to worry, "Have you been caught by them too?"

Seeing the bald expression, Charles's face showed a hint of joy. Unexpectedly, the previous group of exploration crew members had not yet died, and the power that his escape plan could use was one more.

"How many people are left?" Charles asked quickly.

"Not many, everyone else has been taken away by those, they will take my crew away, scald it with boiling water, burn it with fire, and torture it so far that there are only three of us left."

The bald man suddenly thought of something, pressed his throat with his hand and kept vomiting.

Charles quickly helped him. "What's wrong? Is it okay?"

The bald head continued to retching continuously, and finally, a piece of flesh with several holes left was spit out.
Chapter completed!