The Blade of Sin has always trusted Ouman’s judgment very much, so when Ouman finished saying that, he immediately entered a state of alert.

The Blade of Sin came forward first, and he turned his body and hid in the space. Oman was not too slow. He pushed open the door and quickly entered the endless darkness.

This is an instrument room, and the rear space of the Rocco Institute is very large - although from the outside it is just an inconspicuous cottage, the space inside is very large.

Therefore, Oman Yecai guessed that the director of the Rocco Institute is likely to be a spell seal with space attributes, or he has a starter that can activate the spell seal.

After walking into the door, the purpose of entering was an extremely long corridor. Both sides of the corridor were made of metal, and the polishing was a bit too much. Looking to one side, both sides seemed to be stretching infinitely, so it was left empty.

Illusion.

The space system can distort a person's perception of things, and in a sense it is very different from illusions. Therefore, it is called one of the most dangerous spell seals.

Unfortunately, there is also a space-based spell seal holder here, so Oman will not be confused.

"Since you plan to meet, there is no need to hide." Oman narrowed his eyes and looked at the distance with a bad tone.

"How long do you plan to hide? Or do you want to show up if I have to do it yourself?"

Oman's words finally became useful. As the space collapsed, the boy's terrified eyes also appeared in front of Oman. At the same time, a middle-aged man in work clothes walked out and looked at him silently.

Looking at the boy hiding behind him, he sighed in pain at the same time.

"Did you cut off the phone line in advance?"

"Of course, it seems you've found it." Oman looked at him.

"Are you afraid that I will report to the people above?" the middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

"Although it may be faster to use violence directly, most of the time I still prefer to resolve problems peacefully." Oman smiled friendly.

"Why sit down and talk slowly? Maybe I can afford the chips you want. After all, it's really difficult to fight someone like you, and you don't want to play with me, right? Mr. Rocco?"

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man who looked quite messy. It was obvious that he was not so concerned about his appearance, and he could even be described as a sloppy word.

What makes people notice is the spell seal on his face. His spell seal looks like an explosive, spreading from the corner of his eyes to the bottom of his clothes. It is blood-red in color. At first glance, it seems that someone is looking at him from his face.

He slashed hard, and was inexplicably horrified.

Oman still remembers the introduction of the Spell Seal Launcher, which seems to be from the Rocco Institute. It seems that this unkempt uncle seems to have something.

"I really don't want to fight you." Rocco's expression was very unhappy, "Did you know if your next purpose is to blow up my research institute?"

"It's not so violent." The silver-haired boy looked innocent, "After all, your institute is supported by the space-based magic seal. It's a bit difficult to destroy it. I won't do such a loss-making thing.

”

"You really thought about it, right???"

That being said, but Oman clearly felt that the other party's hostility was not as aggressive as it was at the beginning. At least Rocco did put away his spell seal and turned the original space into its original state.

"Forget it, tsk, you are very strong anyway. My principle is not to fight against the strong." Rocco waved his hand and agreed to him to follow. At the same time, he did not forget to order Chris viciously:

"Get out of the front desk for me! What if a customer comes later? You should have repaired those useless rags! Don't always bother me!!"

"I understand..." Chris lowered his head aggrievedly and went out unhappily.

It seems that the central figure of the Rocco Institute should be the man in front of you. As for the boy named Chris, he is probably Rocco's apprentice.

However, this apprentice gave him a strange sense of incongruity. Oman couldn't explain it for a while, so he was too lazy to think about it.

"Come here." Rocco raised his hand gently, and a door suddenly appeared in the empty space. He pulled the door open and signaled Oman to follow.

Oman followed obediently. From the time he entered here, he hid the Blade of Sin. After all, most of the time he didn't want others to see the Blade of Sin.

The brand new space looks like a lounge, with very fine patterns painted on the glass windows. The furnishings in the room look familiar Hawaiian style. Looking out from the window, there are quite a few people on the beach.

A girl even played beach volleyball. The blue waves slapped on the shore one after another, giving her a sense of leisure on vacation and travel.

This is indeed another space.

It seems that Rocco's space-based ability is not very aggressive. Unlike people like Sin Blade who have full ability in attack attributes, Rocco's ability is more like any gate, which means that as long as he wants, he can do so at any time.

All can turn his room into a maze that can never escape.

The corridor that Oman saw just now was like that. If Sin Blade had not given him guidance, it would have taken him a lot of time to get out of there.

"I just find a place to sit, and I rarely come to the houses here - saying that should you change your clothes? Do you not feel hot when wearing it so thick?"

In a blink of an eye, Oman saw Rocco even changing his clothes. He was wearing Hawaiian-style clothes with printed shirts, quite playful sunglasses, white beach pants and slippers, and even held a cup of dragon in his hand.

Tequila, as if he was really here to travel.

...This person can also bring his own installation system when converting space??

Oman actually felt tempted to complain for a moment.

"No need." The silver-haired boy shook his head, and was also a little worried.

"You make sure it's safe? I don't want the conversation between us to be heard by others."

"Safe, there is no safer place than here." Rocco lay indifferently on the lazy sofa, while sipping a sip of tequila.

"This is an island from the city, and I bought it for a lot of money. It should be my territory to be precise, so you don't have to worry about outsiders hearing it."

After a pause, Rocco added a few more words:

"Of course, if you don't believe it, forget it, you are welcome to go back at any time."

"How come I don't believe you?" Ouman said helplessly.

"That's good. Since you are willing to trust me, I will ask directly-" Roco shook the wine in his hand and continued to ask:

"You killed Sarah?"

"Yes, I killed him with my own hands." Oman did not deny it.

"Did you kill yourself, or did someone order you to kill?" Rocco changed his voice and suddenly asked another question.

"I killed myself. But someone did order me to do such a thing." Oman's hands overlapped gracefully,

"But even if no one ordered me, I would still do this. Obeying someone's opinions is just to follow the flow."

"Tsk..."

I don't know what was coming out of my emotions, Rocco tickled up unhappily and his expression twisted.

"Do you have a good relationship with Attorney Sarah? So are you angry because of my reasons?" Oman said curiously.

"How is it possible? Who has a good relationship with that old guy??" Roco was furious in an instant.

"I have nothing to do with him!! That old guy often relies on his position to force me to help him repair things!! I have tolerated him for a long time!! Well dead!!"

Such an expression is not like being fake. It would be better to say that a middle-aged man like Rocco, who looks decadent, doesn't bother to pretend.

The only advantage is that you don’t need to use your brain as much as those in the city’s top leaders, which also makes Oman a lot more relaxed.

"But you don't seem very happy." Oman said curiously.

"Of course I'm not happy, who knows if you're the next Sarah? I don't want to continue being bullied." Rocco muttered dissatisfied.

"After all, I was also the backbone of an urban research institute back then. Now, the tiger is in the sun and is bullied by dogs? Do you think I want to stay in this broken place??"

These words made Oman slightly stunned.

"Okay, it's enough to ask you what you have done here. I don't care about other things, as long as you're not from Sara." Rocco slowly raised his head and drank the wine.

The face twisted and threw the quilt on the table.

"Tell me what you think, what's wrong with me? I don't think you came to me from a long distance to build a robot."

"...I thought you would ask me who is behind me first." Ouman thoughtfully.

"Come on, I still understand what should I know what should I not. Although I am not satisfied with the insects in the city, I also want to live, and I don't want to lose my head." Roco waved his hand with disgust.

"If they want to climb up, they can climb up. I just need to leave a corner for me to have a happy life. Look, am I very happy now? I have money and have a comfortable life. I also have someone to help me work every day.

A waste apprentice, this kind of life is pretty good.”

...

It may not be all true.

Before coming here, Oman had a brief chat with Arthur and probably learned a series of things about Rocco.

Luo Ke was once the director of the Urban Research Institute, and can be said to be a very heavyweight figure. He has strong attainments in mechanical manufacturing and weapon production, and his ability is still a very rare space system.

His existence truly interprets that there are indeed geniuses in this world. Even Oman, who has obtained [decomposition and reorganization], needs to be repeatedly checked when he gets the same item to understand the structure.

But Rocco didn't need these processes at all. He just needed to put a mechanical creation in his hand and play with it, and basically he could find out the mystery.

His hands even have the code name [Hand of God], but those are the past tense.

When Arthur mentioned that Rocco, his tone was even full of worship, and he had a glorious past.

In addition, Arthur also sent him a photo of the Urban Research Institute. Among the countless people wearing Research Institute clothing, the meticulous man who was surrounded by the center and cared for his whole body was smiling.

Standing in the middle, smiling very happily.

It was completely different from the unkempt man in front of him.

Rocco's resignation was very sudden. After resigning, he was not idle. He was soon sent to the fifth zone by someone who had a relationship with the plane mirror, and lived a carefree and decadent life.

But no matter what, Rocco's ability is undoubtedly unquestionable. His understanding of urban technology is definitely more profound than that of ordinary people. He is also the only internal researcher who Oman can contact now. Oman chose him because of this.
To be continued...