Aili's cemetery is very large, and Zhao Qian walked between the tombstones.
This place was much bigger than he had imagined, at least not as desolate as some of the barren mountains and graveyards in the Celestial Empire.
The bodies of the city's poor, both local and foreign, have been buried here for centuries.
Under this fertile soil, it turned into white bones.
"Hey, you two, be careful."
Frankstein frowned as he looked at the clumsy movements of the two people in front of him.
He always felt that this would dig up the experimental materials buried underneath.
It was a rare material.
Not only did its limbs remain intact, but it was also a strong man.
The two humanoid creatures digging there did not stop their movements.
In fact, it could be said that they could only understand some simple instructions.
The small kerosene lamp in my hand swayed with the cold wind, and occasionally I could hear a few unknown strange screams.
These things no longer scare him.
From the trepidation and guilt of doing such a thing for the first time to the familiarity and desire for success now.
The lamp was blown out after a gust of breeze, and Frankstein looked at the only light element in his hand with a frown.
I must have forgotten to add kerosene this morning.
The two people who were still digging hard next to them suddenly stopped what they were doing.
They didn't speak, and they couldn't speak.
They just looked quietly in the direction of the dense forest of tombstones not far away, as if there was something there.
Attract them.
"Hey, you guys, this is..."
He suddenly thought of a tip that the teacher had given him.
These guys can see things that ordinary people can't.
There are other people.
Seen by others.
For a moment, he seemed to see the flames of the Inquisition close at hand, burning in his eyes.
Zhao Qian stood on a rectangular tombstone, staring at the only light source in the entire cemetery not far away.
He just watched quietly.
This group of people was stealing corpses.
He could almost tell at a glance.
A large handwoven bag from the 19th century, two strong men working hard.
But this is not what attracts him.
Because he saw something that interested him, such as the luster of metal reflected by two strong men in the moonlight.
The lights went out.
"Kill him."
Frankstein said to the two people beside him.
He glanced at the guy who was approaching little by little and lost all interest.
He had seen his teacher do this kind of thing more than once.
Although this is my first time.
One more body.
He yawned and thought.
This can also be regarded as a way to be lazy, because this way you can dig one less thing and stop work earlier and go to bed.
"Bang"
A gunshot rang out in the quiet cemetery, and under the relatively bright moonlight, the revolver in Zhao Qian's hand shone with silver light.
Nearby and far away, the jackdaws that lived in this area were startled and let out inexplicable screams in the sky.
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But it didn't seem to be of any use.
He definitely hit one of the people on the opposite side.
But after a slight pause, there was nothing more to say.
The bullet stuck in his chest seemed to be harmless.
He even heard a faint sound of metal hitting.
Recognition did not send any prompts.
Recognition can only obtain the opponent's information after fighting.
Insight can obtain the opponent's information directly. , it seems that I can only try it myself.
"Bang" He fired another shot, hitting one of the guys on the forehead.
There were some sparks in the dark night, but it seemed to be of no use.
Very stiff movements.
His footsteps kept moving, observing the path of the two people opposite.
It's like a robot created by some black technology.
After taking a few steps back and pressing his heels against someone's tombstone, Zhao Qian began to move.
The guys who control these two people don't know where they are hiding, but the two things in front of them have weaknesses after all.
After taking two steps forward, the shovels in their hands were swung down, which allowed him to see the two things more clearly.
Two people, two androids, two half-machine, half-skin androids.
The dazzling gears were turning in places on their bodies that were difficult for human skin to wrap around, making people who really understood it shout out that it was unscientific.
What's this Zhao Qian frowned and looked at the two monsters in front of him, dodging the two attacks that seemed to him to have no skill at all.
There is an illusion that the mouse is pulling the turtle and has no choice. joint.
This was something he finally understood after looking at it for a long time.
These guys are relying on gears to keep muscles or joints turning.
"Bang bang" Two more shots were fired, and the smell of gunpowder filled Zhao Qian's body.
He didn't aim at the opponent's key positions that humans usually have.
His two shots were aimed at the gap between a certain exposed pinion on the opponent's right hand.
The first shot was empty, hitting the arms of the two monsters on the opposite side, and the second shot barely achieved its goal.
The bullet got stuck where Zhao Qian had originally aimed, but it wasn't bad.
One of the android's hands was raised above the head, and that hand was motionless, as if it was posing for some kind of performance art oss.
The most important thing is that he still holds the shovel in his hand that most people need two hands to unfold.
He shot the other one twice in the same way, but without success.
This shooting technique is completely gambling on luck.
He put the gun away with a wry smile and charged forward.
Flying a kite again will waste bullets, and you may not be able to attract more enemies by delaying time.
He went up very directly, kicked one of them back, and snatched the shovel from the other hand.
The other party is not as strong as he imagined, it is just his subconscious belief.
Damn, I was scared by myself.
Even though they thought it was an iron lump, their strength increased.
What does this mean now, an embroidered pillow is just a bag of straw A shovel struck the one without a shovel on the neck at an angle.
Even his movement of reaching out to block was half a beat too slow.
The heads are separated.
But the shovel also has a few more gaps.
The guy whose head was chopped off stopped moving for an instant, and his body fell down like a dead man.
Zhao Qian stared at the other one coldly.
In my ears I could hear the sound of someone running away.
Quick victory
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