After leaving the Brotherhood, Yarlin's face darkened. He quickly walked away and appeared in front of the smashed door 15 minutes later.
The door was unlatched, and the smashed lock fell to the ground. He kicked away the bricks on the ground, picked up the broken lock, and pushed the door open.
There was a long-distance connection between the slave and his master. Even though there was no clear and complete expression in the transmitted signal, Arlen was able to detect the most simple and pure fluctuations of emotions, whether it was a calm 'standby' or a thirsty 'start', such simple and pure emotional fluctuations could still be detected by Arlen.
Yes, although the slave was like a quiet dead person most of the time, when he had limited activities, he would have simple emotional fluctuations, such as excitement, thirst, and bloodthirst …
Walking up to the second floor, the entire corridor was dark. Only the light in the room next to it was on. The dim yellow light cast a long shadow on the wall opposite the corridor.
Yarlin sighed. He turned the corner and saw the bald man, Bill, standing upright at the door like a child who had done something wrong. There was a trail of blood under his feet that extended to the bed and the window. There was a corpse lying on the ground with its throat cut open.
The face was horribly distorted, and the throat and muscles were torn out. The white navy uniform was stained with blood and broken muscle tissue. Beside it was a gunny sack, and some gold and silver products were stuck on the coagulated blood. There was also a glaring red mark on the gray window.
It was not harmonious!
Arlen looked up and glanced at Bill. For some reason, he blinked his eyes and called up the slave's information in his mind.
[Slave Leader (Bill)]
[Race: Humanoid.]
[Class: Rank One, Good Quality. Cannot evolve.]
[Mental Strength: 0]
[Nerve Conduction Speed: 3]
[Bone Hardness: 2.4]
[Muscle Activity: 2.3]
[Blood Density: 0]
[Recombinant and mutated carbon-based life form. Weak body like paper. Brainless cannon fodder. Does not have any cultivation value.]
Ya Erlin's eyes widened. He clearly remembered that this wasn't the original description. It was a rank 1 Inferior Grade, and its Bone Hardness and Muscle Activity were both 2. Also, when did the extra word "Chief" appear?
He doubtfully checked the attributes of the other slaves in his mind. They were still the same. So, the only one with different growth was the slave in front of him. Yes, the slave leader, Bill.
"But didn't you say that he cannot evolve?"
Yarlin was sure that the word "cannot evolve" was glaring in the information. However, Asturias seemed to have completely fallen into hibernation. He did not answer Yarlin's question at all.
So, he could only rely on himself!
"Growth is not the same as evolution!" This was the only conclusion Arlen could come up with. "Growth is only an increase in quality. It goes from bad quality to good quality, but it will always remain at the first rank. Does evolution mean that it can break through the shackles of this rank …?"
Retracting his thoughts, Arlin glanced at Bill a few more times. He suddenly realized that the slave's eyes were slowly moving along with his body's movements.
This slave seemed to be different from the other rigid slaves. His eyes seemed to be more lively. Come to think of it, the only murderer of this "murder" was Bill.
When Yarlin left, he did not leave any instructions for the slaves. It was his own negligence. He did not expect a thief to break into his house. Moreover, it was a thief wearing a navy uniform.
Of course, Yarlin could not tell whether Bill acted on his own accord because he realized that a thief had broken into his house or because he was simply hungry and could not suppress his killing instinct.
After all, Bill could not have grown for no reason. To put it bluntly, his growth was inseparable from the corpse under his feet.
It was also his fault that he did not notice Bill's uniqueness. He paid too little attention to the slaves as a whole. Then, a thought flashed through his mind. "Why is Bill the leader of the slaves? Does he have something special? Hmm … If there is something special, it is that he is the first reincarnation and also the first slave to be successfully hatched."
According to the chronological order, they were ranked first!
So, in addition to being able to grow, having more lively eyes, and being more subjective, was there anything special about the leader's rank?
"Well done!" Yarlin raised his eyes and glanced at Bill. He made up his mind to pay more attention to Bill in the future. He could not let him cause any more trouble under his nose.
Bir's eyes darted around in a strange manner. Those who reacted half a beat slower were overjoyed. Arlen waved his hand speechlessly, ordering Bir (the leader of the slaves) to return to standby with his comrades.
"Then who are you?"
Yarlin sat on the edge of the bed and stared deeply at the corpse on the ground. His shoes stepped on the navy uniform and his face showed a thoughtful look.
"Why do you have to follow me secretly? You even sneaked into my house. Didn't your father teach you not to enter other people's houses when you were young? So troublesome!"
Although Yarlin did not see what happened with his own eyes, he was able to speculate and restore the process of the incident. The question was when did this Marine target him and who ordered him to do so?
"I've been a bit careless recently. I didn't even notice that I was being targeted." Yarlin frowned. Since he was wearing a Marine uniform, Yarlin naturally calculated the time from when he stepped into Navy Branch 153. Fortunately, he was basically in the document room for a month. Although his behavior was a bit strange, he did not do anything dangerous.
"Then who would be targeting me? Senjerry? No, it shouldn't be him. It should be another officer of the Naval Branch. The mistake should be Senjerry. To be exact, it should be the head of Via that Senjerry brought to the transaction. If someone investigated a little, they might connect the head to me. The person who traded with Senjerry was … He mentioned a name, yes, it was Lieutenant Colonel Satoni, so it must be you! "
Although this kind of thing was difficult to completely hide, because Lieutenant Colonel Satoni would eventually send the head to Colonel Monca, and someone would eventually trace the clues to Lieutenant Satoni and connect it to him. However, Yarlin didn't think that it would be as complicated as the latter. The most likely suspect could only be Lieutenant Colonel Satoni.
"It may not be with malice, maybe it's just curiosity?"
Ya Erlin stood up helplessly. He found a rag in the room and wiped the blood off the window and the floor. But now, the person I sent is dead. Haha, this is going to be troublesome! Yup, Ya Erlin thought.
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