() After the episode, Shan Ye quickly found the Camus laboratory deep in the cave.

It is built with the same obsidian, but the area is larger than the Marshal's Mansion. There are more than 20 men in black robes standing outside.

These men in black robes have a restrained and intimidating aura. Even with Shan Ye's current strength, they are unable to confront them head-on and can only run away.

During this period of fighting and escaping, Shan Ye's experience and vision have been greatly improved, and he can see some clues.

"Ding! Understand the skill detection technique!"

"Ding! Create your own skills, and you will be rewarded with a talent skill bar!"

The talent and skill bar is a good thing. Mr. Shan smiled happily. He was worried that three talent and skill bars were not enough. Unexpectedly, he was rewarded with one. If you spend experience points to buy it, it will cost a lot.

Detection Technique Level 1: You can consume 20 experience points to detect a creature whose level is not higher than 3 levels of the host.

Master Shan's eyes flashed with excitement, and he was about to upgrade his detection technique.

"Ding! Special items are required to upgrade the detection technique, please find them by yourself!"

Cursing secretly, Master Shan suppressed his regret and used probing techniques on a man in black robes.

"Ding! The detection technique takes effect. Obtain the biological data and consume 20 experience points!"

Sliding Blade Squire: An experimental body carefully developed by Camus. It has powerful attacks and fast speed. It is equivalent to the strength of a level 4 professional. It strictly implements every instruction of Camus and is a specially developed killing machine.

Shanye stepped back on his feet, slowly moving away from these dangerous killing machines.

Fortunately, I didn't break in. With Camus's crazy experiment, what order would he give to the servant of the Sliding Blade? Master Shan knew it with his butt. Apart from "kill without mercy" and "kill all those who come close", there probably isn't anything new.

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Thinking about it, all the people sent by Dali before coming here probably died at the hands of these Sliding Blade Attendants.

Frowning hard, Mr. Shan stood a hundred meters away from a safe distance, looking at the tightly guarded laboratory with a sad expression.

Without a phone, unless Camus comes out on his own, there is only one primitive method left to communicate with Camus: "Camus~!!! I am Dak~~!! I have your brother Kahn's notes~~

!!!!”

Mr. Shan made a simple loudspeaker device, using a piece of thin iron bent into the shape of a trumpet, and shouted at the top of his voice.

After a while, there was a roar in the laboratory, and then the door that had been closed opened. Camus was wearing a tattered, smoking lab coat. His blond hair and face were covered with black ash. He was holding a small notebook with his head lowered and was writing something.

The painting comes out.

Seeing Camus coming out, Mr. Shan's face lit up with joy, but then a flash of worry flashed through him, and he secretly muttered: "Could it be that the experiment was interrupted and an accident was caused?"

Fortunately, Camus was not an ordinary person. He didn't take it to heart at all when Mr. Shan interrupted the experiment or even caused an explosion. After meeting, he was still writing and drawing. His eyes were rigorous and serious, and he didn't notice that he had left the laboratory.

Shan Ye was immediately in awe. This kind of research spirit is indeed rare. He truly regards research as everything: "Camus, I brought your brother's notes, do you want them?"

The tip of the pen paused slightly, Camus's eyes shrank, and he raised his dark and funny young face. A trace of earthy yellow light overflowed from his right eye, staring straight at Master Shan.

After a while, Camus twisted his neck and continued to write and draw.

Mr. Shan smiled bitterly and simply took out the note, opened it and placed it in front of Camus.

This time Camus finally made some movement, and his eyes slowly focused on the notebook. His expression slowly fell into memories: "So familiar handwriting..." The voice was wrapped in a bit of melancholy and nostalgia.

After pondering for a moment, Camus put away his notes and continued to write and draw, even with a tendency to go back.

Shanye hurriedly stopped him: "You have the notes. Can you solve the problem of the rebels?"

Camus paused, raised his hand and threw out a piece of information, which was exactly the solution to the adverse reactions that had plagued the resistance for a long time!

"Ding! The resistance problem is solved, the mission is completed!"

"Ding! Clues from the stomach sac, Maka from the resistance kitchen may have the clues you need!"

After getting what he wanted, Shan Ye called to Camus who walked towards the laboratory with a dull head, and was about to leave.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you." Camus paused, his eyes unwavering, and called out to Master Shan in a calm tone.

Looking at the expressionless Camus, Mr. Shan had a bad premonition in his heart.

Camus continued to write and draw in a small notebook for a while, then he raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you leave?"

Shan Ye suddenly felt a surge of anger, running down the soles of his feet and straight to his forehead. However, he caught a glimpse of the Sliding Blade attendants around him, and immediately withered. He shrugged his head and said helplessly: "You were the one who stopped me if you had something to do."

Camus said "Oh", paused the tip of his pen, frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that they found out about my attack on Cross Eyes. So I can't take you out of the underground.

The world is over, and if you want to leave, you’d better find another way out.”

Master Shan nodded expressionlessly, turned around and left, but was stopped by Camus again: "Don't shout next time, use this to call me!" After saying that, he threw out a few exquisite communication stones with copper hoops.

Turn around and continue writing and drawing.

Shan Ye was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly had an idea.

"Ding! The detection technique has failed, causing the opponent to become alert and consuming 20 experience points!"

Master Shan was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, but suddenly it seemed as if someone had stabbed a red-hot iron into his head!

"Ding! After receiving a mental counterattack, the negative status will appear, sluggishness and dizziness!"

"Uh~!" Covering his head, Mr. Shan's face turned pale and he persisted in not falling to the ground.

"Ding! When a brainwave message appears, does it cost experience points to receive it?"

Master Shan endured the waves of dizziness and sluggishness and chose to accept it.

"Ding! Brainwave reception costs 35 experience points!"

"Next time I investigate casually, I will kill you!" The voice had a strong coffin smell. It was Camus. He had no emotion and seemed to be telling a very common and normal thing.

Master Shan lowered his eyelids and glanced at Camus, who had disappeared from the door of the laboratory, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

If the detection fails, it means...

After pondering slightly, Master Shan walked quickly to the kitchen.

The kitchen is located on the edge of a military camp, where sour water is everywhere. The sour smell is strong. Even in the cooler autumn, mosquitoes and flies are still everywhere.

After a little inquiry, I found out who the famous Maka was.

He is a crippled lizardman who cannot control ground beetles and is good at knife skills. It is said that he often meets Marshal Dali in secret. He is quite a mysterious guy.

However, when those people mentioned Maka, their expressions were a little weird. Shan Ye was busy checking for information and didn't pay attention.

Facing the hot wind carrying the smell of oil smoke, Mr. Shan came to the meat processing room behind the kitchen.

A large number of white bones with shaved muscles were piled in the corner of the wall, and the smell of meat penetrated straight into the nose. The ground was covered with a layer of black grease and dirt, as if it had been waxed.

On the severely worn sharpening stone, a sharp carving knife was sliding up and down rhythmically, "Huo! Huo!"

The scales are covered with a layer of greasiness that cannot be washed off. The figure is still strong, and the head is slightly bowed. He stares at the edge of the meat-picking knife carefully, and presses down with his fingers. The neatly manicured nails are actually smeared with a layer of bright red paste.

paint.

Mr. Shan raised his eyes slightly, twitched the corners of his lips, his gaze lingered on the neat red nails, and the corners of his brows furrowed even more.

The sound of footsteps did not interrupt the man's work, and he still sharpened his knife slowly. He even felt the sweat on his forehead leisurely.

"Hiss~!" Master Shan took a slight breath, staring at the man wiping sweat, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger.

The little finger and ring finger are slightly raised, and the other three fingers gently hold a magab cloth handkerchief embroidered with big red flowers, and wipe the forehead delicately and pretentiously.

While wiping the sweat, he tilted his eyes, bit his lips, and rolled his eyes at Mr. Shan. His expression was so frightening that Mr. Shan stepped back three steps in a row. There was no trace of blood on his face.

Suppressing the nausea that came up in his throat, Shan Ye held his hand on the wall and said hoarsely: "You...are you Maka?" There was a sense of hope in his voice, and Shan Ye really hoped that he would answer "no".

The man stood up slowly, revealing his lower body, which was missing a leg. He gently held a smooth crutch and smiled: "I am Maka!" The scales on the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as Maka smiled.

, revealing the dark and greasy skin underneath that has not been washed for many years.

Shan Ye suppressed the urge to draw a knife to kill people and tried to look friendly: "I have something to ask you...what are you doing? Just stand over there." As soon as Shan Ye spoke, he saw Lord Maka.

He walked over with a sweet smile on his face and immediately shouted to stop this out-of-bounds behavior.

Maka's eyes flashed with sadness, she raised her hand and rubbed her big face in self-pity, and sighed softly: "I, I just like the pure friendship between men, don't you want to make friends with me? I like making friends the most!

"

Master Shan frowned slightly. There was really nothing he could do about this kind of thing, so he had to hide the smile on his face and said coldly: "I don't want to make friends with you, let me ask you..."

Maka blinked her sad eyes and asked curiously: "How do you know I have a magical stomach?"

When Master Shan heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "Do you really have a stomach? Can you show it to me?" There was a sense of hope in his voice.

Maka gently pressed her right index finger to her lips, with an "innocent and cute" look: "I also forgot where I put it!" The rough male voice paired with that disgusting expression was full of lethality.

Shan Ye was about to shake the sword light and threaten with force when a burst of rapid footsteps sounded behind him: "Major Major, Marshal Dali is looking for you to say that there is something wrong!" A man with dark red hair on his arms and a light armor resisted.

The military commander looked serious, stood up straight and saluted.

Master Shan returned the greeting, but before he could say anything, there was a noise from Uncle Maka's side.

Shanye turned his head and looked, and at some point, there was a piece of jing meat wrapped in a large brown mushroom leaf in Maka's hand.

The texture of the meat is delicate and the color is bright. Judging from the compact appearance, it is probably hind leg meat or something like that.

Holding the fresh meat in hand, Maka slowly approached the messenger and joked coquettishly: "I also happen to be meeting Marshal Dali, so I'll go with you!"

The ordering soldier stood there with his eyes closed and his eyes on the ground, pretending not to hear.

Shan Ye's eyes lit up, remembering the rumors that he and Dali seemed to have a good relationship, maybe it would be a breakthrough: "Let's go together, just think about where the stomach is."

Maka jumped for joy and followed behind the two of them.

Even though this guy is using a cane, his speed is no slower than that of a normal person, and he is even slightly faster.

Shanye was slightly surprised, and then curiously gave Maka a probing technique.

"Ding! The detection technique failed! It caused the opponent to become alert and consumed 20 experience points!"

Master Shan's expression was sluggish. I just heard this familiar reminder just now. Is there a system error?

Before this thought came to an end, Maka suddenly stopped walking. The delicate aura on her body disappeared without a trace, and she just stood there, like a terrifying and ferocious beast, weighing down Shan Ye and making him breathless.

Shan Ye does not dare to act rashly. According to the description of the detection technique, if the detection fails, it is usually three levels higher than Shan Ye. Shan Ye now has about the fourth level of professional strength, so three levels higher is...

Mr. Shan really didn’t expect that a meat cutter could actually be a secretive expert. Thinking of the impolite behavior just now, he suddenly shed a cold sweat. (To be continued., Welcome to Qidian.com)
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