Break Through the Steam Game Library - Vol 8 Chapter 51

The friendly Mr. Booker took the Mauser back into the gun bag slowly, and then took out a white kerchief and slowly wiped the splashed blood drops on his face.

There was no gentle smile on his face.

Captain Benjamin, who was crawling on the ground, looked quiet, and there was still some mysterious light in his looking eyes. His lips were bright red after eating, and he opened it gently, as if he had something to say clearly.

Booker DeWitt sighed slowly, and he muttered to himself, “How do you feel?…Every day is like hell.”

He pulled the dead man’s legs and pulled the heavy corpse into the video room. He collected the guns and ammunition from Benjamin’s body, and then strode towards the depths of the statue tower.

Breaking into the bottom of the tower, the entire hall here is used to prevent a huge energy siphon device. Booker tried to read the scattered experimental notes and recorded data to roughly understand what the huge structure in this room was for. The sample closed on the tower will release powerful energy, and the entire device is used to siphon this energy, used to charge Colombia’s floating device, and made into a magic salt potion to charge the user of the ability.

The energy released by the sample Elizabeth fluctuates with her age, and the power of the siphon device has been adjusted many times, but it still cannot balance the growth trend of the sample energy. The entire device is on the verge of overload when the sample is awake.

Booker has not seen the Lamb himself all the way, but the crime against Colombia and the hypocrisy of the prophet have reached intolerable levels. What he saw in the memorial island was the imprisonment, brainwashing, surveillance, injury and enslavement of the sample himself.

I really don’t know what kind of person a pure lamb will become in the face of such a cruel reality. If she is a cynical and hateful avenger, Booker is not surprised, and he hopes so. No one should let go of the suffering that happened to him, and must pay blood for blood. The enemy must be completely destroyed.

So Booker took the elevator to the upper floor anxiously.

The elevator did not go straight to the top of the tower, but stopped in the middle. Here is the sample observation room. The observation window can be opened through the pull rod. The one-way glass behind the window can clearly see the life posture of the sample Elizabeth. There is a sign in the passage to monitor the movement of the sample. At this moment, she is in the locker room.

Booker felt cold and hot in his heart. He couldn’t express this feeling. When he hurried through the steel corridor and walked through airtight doors after another, he knew he was going to see him soon. It’s the little girl. If he wants to see her clearly this time, not from the photos, not from the video, not from the dictation of others, not from his own guesses, but clearly to see her. To her person.

He hesitated to open the observation window, he knew Elizabeth was behind the window, but there was a dressing room, so peeping would be extremely despicable, so he remained silent and kept watching the signs until Elizabeth’s position changed, so he hurriedly Run to the next observation room.

He really opened the observation window, and the girl who appeared in front of him was taken aback. She appeared behind the glass so vividly, holding her heart in the studio, her dance steps seemed to be in the warm air of spring and breeze. The rolled marigolds have dense and warm petals.

Booker stared obsessively, staring constantly at her white cheeks, at her eagerly fragmented steps, staring at her fluttering indigo skirt and flickering sea-blue sad eyes, and then he keenly Noting that the tail finger of the little girl’s right hand seemed to be mutilated, wrapped in an iron finger cot, and seeing this severed finger, Booker’s heart suddenly tightened, and he did not relax for the rest of her life.

Elizabeth finally stopped dancing and stopped in front of the portrait. This is her own painting. The little girl was trapped in the tower and learned a lot in the long confinement. She is a bird born in a cage. The world treats her It’s the size of a tower, but since she has glimpsed the sky from books and photos and from the window, her natural freedom calls her to break free from the cage forever.

Booker was surprised to figure out Elizabeth’s temperament, and the more he watched, the happier he became. At this moment, he was standing behind the window and couldn’t help but reach out his hand against the glass, and gently stroked the girl’s back through such an unspeakable barrier.

Facing the Eiffel Tower she drew, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pierced into the air. Such an action made the observer Booker creepy. He saw Elizabeth’s finger pierced into the gap of time and space, like tearing a piece of cloth. In the same way, she opened her arms outward, and the space-time rift swelled in her hands.

So Elizabeth struck abruptly, her arms spread out like a bird’s wings, and the black and white cracks were really torn apart by her. A three-dimensional sphere appeared in this space and time, and the scene inside the sphere was exactly France thousands of miles away. Paris.

The colors and sounds in the rift in time and space have emerged. Elizabeth is standing in the rift, which is Paris at this moment. It was the night, wet stone roads, neon flashing shops, bright lights of the Eiffel Tower in the distance, and joyful night music. All this is completely a corner of Paris, Booker has been there before, and still has some impression of these scenes on the street.

At this time he fully understood the magic of the girl in front of him. She is God Himself!

The sirens of fire trucks were heard in the streets of Paris, and the large vehicles oncoming made Elizabeth shocked. She quickly opened her hands to grab the cracks and shoved them inward. The moment the vehicles were about to hit, she closed the cracks. No one was injured, only the wind of Paris was left in the studio.

The portrait of the Eiffel Tower has disappeared, and Booker DeWitt behind the wall is also dumbfounded.

Undecided, Elizabeth turned sadly and went out, and she went to the library.

Booker followed enthusiastically, hurriedly walked out from the outside, and strode up the stairs. The library was at the top of the tower, which was the neck of the statue. Booker planned to enter the head from the periphery of the statue and then descend into the library. .

Outside was the strong wind blowing, the high-altitude air currents were cold and turbulent, and Colombia in the distance was submerged in the clouds, as remote as a phantom. Booker carefully grasped the edge of the iron cable, step by step on the icy wet brass road, and finally shivered. Trembling back into the tower from the cheek of the statue.

He was going to walk up the stairs, and his current position was on the ceiling of the library. However, the ceiling seemed to be in disrepair for a long time, the chain broke, and the whole turned over. Booker parachuted directly to the library, in desperation~www.mtlnovel.com~ Grabbing the handrail on the second floor to avoid falling injuries.

The man who fell from the sky, dressed as a Colombian policeman, squinted his eyes and said to the shocked girl: “Uh, hello?”

Elizabeth screamed and smashed Booker’s face with the large book in her hand.

“Hmm!” Booker’s eagle fell and banged to the floor of the library. “Hey! Stop! I’m not here to hurt you, I’m not even a policeman!”

Elizabeth quickly went downstairs in small steps, and took a blue leather copy of “Principles of Quantum Mechanics” in her hand and was about to slam Booker on the face, but fortunately, Mr. Booker, who was physically strong, blocked it in time.

“Don’t get excited, my name is DeWitt, I’m here to help you escape.” Booker stood up and smiled gently at her, “I’ll take you out of this sad place.”

Elizabeth let go of the big tome in her hand, she was very surprised, “You, you are real.”

“Of course, it’s a fake.”

“Where are you from?”

“On the ground, I came from the ground.” Booker was about to tell the little girl his own experience. The statue of Comstock on the wall of the library suddenly turned on and made a loud pipe music. Booker responded to this voice. It felt a little strange. It was like a pan flute and a whistle. It was also like a whistle because it was driven by steam. In short, it was a very penetrating sound. Then, the statue shook a bit, and there was a loud bird cry outside. The heavy Mingrui made the entire library tremble slightly.

Elizabeth’s face immediately panicked.

Booker asked quickly, “What is that?”

“It’s Nightingale! He is responsible for keeping me here!”

Booker shook his head, “No, he can’t shut you down. I’ll take you out. That’s it.”

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