Two hundred and fifty-three: dull (2)(2/2)
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"He is a visitor from the mechanical world. He will stay here for a few days." The minister smiled and said, "Don't worry, this room will always belong to you alone."
"Thank you, sir, is there anything else? If nothing happens, I want to close the door. This will give me a sense of security." The child said this and looked at the two of them with a worried expression.
The minister nodded: "No problem, you can close the door, little Miller, I wish you a good dream."
"Thank you, sir, and your husband." After extending his hand to shake hands with both of them, the boy quickly closed the door.
Only then did Zem breathe a sigh of relief.
This is... an extremely dangerous strange object.
Yes, it is a strange object, not a living person. Although it looks like a human being and is human when touched, its essence is a strange object.
Crying Miller, a pair of beautiful red leather shoes. Their owner died in a horrific sacrifice. I don’t know why, but eventually the sacrifice place became its lair, and it would become a boy or a girl.
appearance, to attract anyone into its lair, and then... repeat the process of sacrifice.
It will not take the initiative to pull people into its lair, nor will it take the initiative to leave its lair and attack humans, but it will use all means to seduce humans. If someone is fooled, the moment he enters its lair, his death knell will have sounded.
Ringed.
The reason why it is retained is because every time there is a horrific attack on a young child, the Investigation Department will take out Miller's shoes and place them where the murderer is most likely to appear to attract the murderer.
This is a very effective method, so effective that even neighboring countries sometimes come to rent this rare object.
"You see, even our little Miller feels that fear." The minister sighed: "It seems that our new friend is indeed too dangerous."
"But at least it can do transactions and understand human speech. This is a very rare situation, isn't it." Zem said, pulling out the cigarette case: "Would you like one?"
"Thanks."
The two of them lit cigarettes and walked out of the corridor: "By the way, where is my assistant?"
"Ah, speaking of Jiaxi, he was seriously injured just now because he took the wrong posture when catching something thrown by the chief. He should still be receiving treatment now."
"Has the Chief forgotten that his strength is monster level again?"
"Yes, it's just such a small bag. Anyone who looks at it won't think it's heavy."
Chapter completed!