Zhou Wangjing looked at the display shelf in front of him. To be honest, compared to the book tower I passed by before, the "warehouse" in front of him was really just like a warehouse. The goods were piled up in the dark corners, and there were boxes placed casually everywhere. Zhou Wangjing could hardly move his legs.

"Are you sure this place is a high-level public warehouse of our foundation? Why can it look like this?" Zhou Wangjing looked weird. None of the B-level personnel in this foundation branch were hardworking to clean up? If there were Bai Qi like this, wouldn't the rest of the people who used this warehouse be sharked?

"Originally, this place was every member of B or above, and the confidential authority level was at level 4'top secrets' or above. All members with rings could enter, but after I became the director, it was modified to be the only one who could enter here." Gulijudd was proud of himself when he said this, sitting on a furry sofa in the garbage dump, raising the ring equivalent to the key in his hand. "Now Wright has been locked up, and the old B-class members have been transferred or gone, so this place has become my private warehouse."

"You seem quite proud to hear the tone." Zhou Wangjing pulled the corner of his mouth. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him should be fired directly at the meeting. This guy is definitely the best as a group borer.

"Of course I have to be proud. I have read your Huang Yan's history books. The first thing every descendant of the leader did after he ascended the throne was to inspect the treasury first, which was enough to show the attraction of this place to people." Guli Judd lit a cigarette, but did not look for an ashtray, and directly bombed the ash on the ground.

What surprised Zhou Wangjing was that the sofa under Gulijud actually had legs growing in the next moment, and then he stuck out his tongue on one side of the sofa and licked the ashes on the ground.

"I will introduce my collection to you. The sofa that eats ash. This guy treats the ash as food. Eating a little ash every now and then can maintain his life. He has no idea how to convert energy in his body." Gulijud said while continuing to eat it as he said. "Safe-level abnormality, very friendly to humans. Of course, he can't feed it too much. If he is full of energy, he will estrus on other sofas."

After saying this, Guli Judd patted the large machine next to the sofa. Zhou Wangjing once thought that the big guy was a refrigerator, until Guli Judd threw a few coins into him.

"Come on packing cigarettes, man." Guli Judd photographed the guy. This guy really spitted out a pack of cigarettes of unknown brands for him. Anyway, Zhou Wangjing had never seen this brand in Shengdu.

"Scp261, a vending machine that randomly gives different food or beverages based on the coins invested. Basically, the products are snacks and children's things, but under my training, he will gradually vomit some adult products, cigarettes, wines, etc."

"This is an abnormal piano. As long as you touch the keyboard of the piano, you will start singing. No matter when and where... This guy is not dangerous. Whenever and when you are tired, it will let you rest. However, the problem is that this guy will not provide musical talent and music theory knowledge. The victims often realize their social death after they have a ugliness."

He then started a black thing from the cargo shelf on the ground.

"A perfect oval black gem with a golden texture similar to cosmic microwave radiation and a hole that emits microwave radiation at any time. Its fineness is beyond the current measurement of scientific instruments, and the entire sphere is indestructible. I don't know if this hole can be inserted into any key. Regarding how to number the schedule he is still discussing," said Guli Judd, holding up the black gem in his hand.

"Why do you sound like some useless abnormalities..." Zhou Wangjing couldn't help but cover his face.

Only then did he notice that the whole room was scattered with strange things. These things were undoubtedly abnormal items without danger. Most of them were safe, and a few euclid-level abnormalities were not reflected in his ability to create danger.

A room full of useless treasures.

"Who said that I tried to use the microwave to cook eggs from it, and the effect was pretty good, but the time took a little longer, and it was a bit inappropriate for breakfast." Guli Judd heard Zhou Wangjing question his treasures and said angrily. "And if it is useful, it is not without it. This living gun was said to have been the exclusive weapon of a certain warehouse guard before. After I came here, it was gone."

Gulijud looked at the empty shelves in front of him, feeling heartbroken.

Zhou Wangjing didn't dare to speak when he heard this. He knew that the abnormality called the living gun seemed to have been eaten by Bai Qi for a long time...

After introducing some of his collections, Gulijud finally remembered what he was doing today.

He walked to the deepest corner of the shelf and dragged a large box more than two meters long from the bottom of the shelf. Seeing that the thing was so big, Zhou Wangjing also followed and helped to drag out the huge box.

"This is..." Before the box was opened, Zhou Wangjing felt a faint sense of excitement. The abnormalities around him were dragged out because the box in front of him was dragged out and made waves of indescribable sobs. The vending machine immediately vomited salt water, as if she was crying to accuse her. The harp that had been noisy before also quieted down, and the whole harp actually showed wrinkles, as if it was curled up together.

This thing was cheering, as if calling Zhou Wangjing in front of him to open it, while the abnormalities around him seemed very afraid, like a group of children who had done something wrong and met their elders.

Or, a minister who dares not raise his head in front of the emperor.

Gulijud did not answer Zhou Wangjing's question, but cut open his palm in his surprised gaze, and at the same time took a tube of red, deep red liquid boiling like nitrifying glycerin. Zhou Wangjing was very familiar with this liquid because he was full of this thing in his body now.

He first poured these "nitroglycerin" on the box, and then blood dripped down his palms. The dark red patterns began to emerge on the box, gradually forming words and carvings that made Zhou Wangjing feel somewhat familiar.

Zhou Wangjing felt that these words and carvings were very familiar, and seemed to be much different from those seen in the tunnel and those of the Son of the Crimson King.

Guli Judd took the bandage and wrapped his palms, and signaled Zhou Wangjing to open it.
Chapter completed!