Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 247 Unfriendly Visit

Because all the mechanical dolls in the mansion were hacked by "Carrot", and the location where the battle took place was relatively remote, and there was a continuous sound of rain outside the window, it did not attract anyone's attention in the mansion.

However, not everyone had fallen asleep at this time, as a servant was carrying out the unfinished work at night.

He didn't know if it was because of the sound of rain that he had an illusion, but he vaguely heard a strange sound. He glanced at the dim corridor where only some corners were illuminated by night lights. He had obviously worked here for quite a while, but he still couldn't help feeling inexplicably creepy.

He quickly shook his head: "What are you thinking? Monsters are not as scary as an out-of-control puppet equipped with lethal weapons."

As he spoke, he looked outside through the window again: "The rain is too heavy. The puppets are all blocked by the rain and cannot be seen."

Just then, he saw a figure appear behind him through the reflection of the window.

The servant suddenly opened his eyes wide and was about to cry out when he saw the figure leap slightly and reach out to strangle his neck.

He could feel that the other person's arms were very slender, but surprisingly strong. He struggled desperately but there was no sign of loosening. In the end, he was strangled to death due to lack of oxygen.

The rabbi dragged the man around a corner and continued walking inside the mansion.

Mr. Puppet and Radish went to look for the suspected killer puppet, while she took the opportunity to sneak into the mansion and conduct an investigation since she was already there.

Although the killer puppet looks like it is here to commit murder, and the owner of this mansion should be the target of assassination, there are still many things worth confirming, and perhaps it is not that simple.

Her eyes moved slightly to collect information, and finally came to a big door.

This is the bedroom of the owner of the mansion.

In the room, a middle-aged man with a beard was sleeping with his beloved wife in his arms. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and got up from the bed with some uneasiness.

The wife didn't react, she just turned over in her sleep.

The man put on his clothes and came to the desk in the room. He glanced at the letter on the desk with a bad look on his face. He looked up at the rainy night outside.

After watching quietly for a while, he quickly reached under the table and took out the gun.

But halfway through the action, another gun was already pressed against the back of his head.

At the same time, a puppet in the corner of the room just stood up and prepared to sprint, but it also stopped moving because its owner was held hostage.

"Good evening, Mr. Carlo." The man behind him, wearing a black windbreaker and covering his face with a hooded cloak, spoke in a low, hoarse and unpleasant voice.

Carlo slowly loosened his hands and raised the gun under the table to both sides of his head: "This is not a very polite gesture at this time, my friend."

"Someone is trying to kill you."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"not me."

"Oh, it seems my head is quite popular." Although beads of sweat had formed on Carlo's forehead, he remained calm and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"As the founder of Caron Intelligence, although he has retreated to the second line in recent years, he still has considerable reputation within the group. After retiring from the management level, he returned to his original business and engaged in iterative research on the power core. It is hard not to be in high demand for your head." said the person behind him.

Carlo: "You know I am just a second-tier person, and I am only doing some minor research. Even if you kill me, no one will care except for an article in the newspaper, and no one will benefit from it."

"Yes, after all, you have even given up your position as a congressman in the past few years. It's almost like you have given up everything. You used to like to show off and call yourself a genius, but now you are so coy. I'm curious about what happened."

"Wow, you know a lot about this young lady." The rabbi was slightly surprised.

"Don't be surprised. Although you disguised yourself very well and even have a completely flawless fake voice, it is still easy to tell that you are a woman based on this disguise." Carlo said, trying to take the initiative.

But just as he was about to do some analysis to boost his momentum, the rabbi raised his other hand, revealing a knife, and stabbed Carlo in the shoulder.

"Ugh!" Carlo could see his distorted face in the reflection of the window, but he still gritted his teeth and swallowed the sound in his throat.

The puppet in the corner couldn't help but move forward a step, but soon stopped again because of the rabbi's glance.

The opponent's life reaction is only that of a human being. With its strength at this distance, it will not take more than two seconds to kill the opponent. But in two seconds, the opponent only needs to pull the trigger and the owner's head will be pierced by the bullet.

Can’t gamble…

"You are not the only one who is clever. You really love your wife. When you were at your most glamorous, you kept your marriage a secret, and there were only a few things related to your wife. You also know that your past behavior has attracted many enemies, and your family may be implicated, so you are protecting them in this way."

"It's just not necessary..." Carlo's pajamas shoulders were stained red and soaked with sweat. He suppressed his voice and said, "Okay, I get it. You are not a killer who just wants to kill me. If you can, you don't even want to kill me. Tell me straight, what do you want from me?"

"Who do you think wants to kill you?"

"That question is a bit too broad. I just said that there are countless people who want to kill me."

"How about the current situation?"

"What do you mean now... Parliament?" Carlo was stunned for a moment, and then his face suddenly became ugly, "Wait, no way."

"It seems you remembered something."

"Is it the recent 'out of control puppet' case?" Carlo asked.

The rabbi said nothing.

But Carlo obviously had his own ideas: "The only people who are capable of carrying out the killing spree on Hinton Street and targeting me for no apparent reason are probably the people of the Azdoma Group."

"Azdoma? I remember it was an emerging power core enterprise, and it has only been around for a few years." Rabbi was a little surprised.

Although the Azdoma Group did exist in the information she collected, its sequence was very low.

As emerging companies, they are far from being giants, their market share is very low, and their products have almost no advantages except for their low prices.

The problem is that Rabbi doesn't know where the Azdoma Group got the ability to make a killer doll of that strength, but on Carlo's side, he locked onto the opponent in one go.

"Miss, you are not paying enough attention to the news. Azdoma Group has secretly cooperated with the Royal Military Industry two years ago. They have gained the trust of the authorities."

“This is not something you can see on the news.”

"It seems that you are not from our circle... Hiss, no, no, no!" Carlo just said with a smile, and the rabbi flicked the knife on his shoulder, making him beg for mercy in pain.

"In short, they have the ability, and there are people from my group in the Azdoma Group's startup team. They are likely to have left hidden cards in Kalon Intelligence, and they may even know about my recent research results."

“What results?” the rabbi asked.

"Under the premise of not affecting the functions of other modules, we will eliminate the technology that can help prevent the puppet's mind from awakening."

(End of this chapter)