Keeper Program

The light in the search room was not very bright, and the rudder-shaped black iron chandelier hovered unsteadily above the head.

Ed opened his arms and cooperated with the search honestly. After all, he didn't have anything to worry about.

Mr. Frank on the side picked up the found cigarettes.One finger long, rolled from newspaper, crumpled from being carried in a pocket.

"How do you smoke such inferior cigarettes?"

He squeezed the cigarette with some distaste, and the fragile paper shattered to the ground.

"I don't have any spare money, so I can only make do with it." Ed shrugged.

Cigarettes sold in the market generally cost 2-3p for ten sticks, while hand-rolled cigarettes like this one can buy 1 sticks for only [-]p.

"Smoke me this first." The informant Frank took out a pack from his coat pocket and gave it to him. The pentagram logo on the cigarette pack flashed an attractive bright blue:

"Work hard, you will be indispensable for money in the future. I'll go back first, Andro, and I'll contact you if there is anything to do."

Ai De understood, took the cigarette box and put it in his pocket, and thanked him again.

The scar-faced youth was about to speak, when the voices of other members came from outside the door:

"Brother Andro, the interrogation is over. Would you like to take a look?"

Andro nodded and waved, and a man who had been tortured so badly was dragged up.I saw that he was torn apart, delirious, and leaden gray was reflected in his pupils—that was the color of hopelessness.

"Is it worth risking your own life for a small bottle of honey?" Andro looked at the other party and said with a smirk, "Clean up and send him to room 0 later."

The man's already sluggish face became even paler, and his body trembled uncontrollably.Ed didn't understand why he didn't beg for mercy until he opened his mouth—it turned out that his tongue was gone.

It wasn't until the thugs dragged the man away that Andro raised his legs on the stool and spoke slowly:

"Don't imitate him, Johnny. It requires not only dexterity and strength, but also loyalty and duty."

"...Now, I need you to take over his job as a honey picker, how about it, do you have the guts to do it?"

"Of course! I will go through fire and water."

Ed, like a young man of his age, readily agreed: "But boss, I haven't done this before, so I don't know if I can do it well."

"I will take you to observe it first. As for how much you can learn, it depends on your ability."

Andro laughed with satisfaction, got up and took Ed to the "underground beehive":

It is divided into rooms 0-3, a total of four rooms.Except for the steel door on the front, the scene inside can only be seen through the observation window of the control room——

In Room 3, on a wriggling, holey hill of flesh and blood, bees swarmed in and out, each half the size of a fist.It is easy to identify by the blood orange leopard spots, that is the blood weaver.

This hill of flesh is made up of several live pigs: the limbs are twisted and rearranged, and the scarlet wax flows and sticks on the skin, forming a honeycomb-shaped hole, which looks like a disgusting piece of cheese.

What makes people feel even more uncomfortable is that these pigs made into hives are still alive, struggling and wriggling unconsciously, and liquefied flesh and blood are constantly oozing out of the holes, like a scene in purgatory.

gosh...

Although he had already learned about the habits of the bloodweaver bee in the materials and illustrations given by Mr. Eaton, Ed still couldn't help but feel a chill.

Androla lowered the control lever, the large refrigerator roared, and the evaporator gradually lowered the temperature of the air.

When the temperature indicator reaches 20°C, the activities of the bee colony gradually become sluggish and sluggish; and when the temperature indicator drops to 10°C, they completely lose their vitality, and hide back in their nests disgruntled, no longer active.

Then, the steel door opened.A honey picker in cotton armor entered the room pushing a cart containing bundled live pigs that had been knocked unconscious, as well as jars of ordinary honey.

I saw him kicking the live pig to the ground, holding a machete in one hand and an iron bucket in the other.About 1/3 of the meat is cut off at the edge of the hive and put into a bucket, leaving ordinary honey to rush away.

After these pieces of meat are refined, they will become precious blood honey.The whole process was extremely quick, taking less than 15 minutes.

"How about it? This job is not difficult to do, but it requires a quick eye. Running the refrigerator for too long will hurt these delicate little bees, so it must be done quickly, understand?"

Andro watched the hive of flesh and blood with great interest, like a sculpture at an art exhibition.

"understood."

"If you understand, just change your clothes. You are capable. I will make it a little more difficult for you."

The thugs sent the same style of cotton armor, and the metal iron grille was somewhat similar to the armor used for sword fighting.After putting it on, Ed suddenly felt a lot bulkier, and it seemed that it was no easy task to complete the task within 15 minutes.

After he changed his clothes, he stood at the door of Room 0, and soon someone brought him "goods"——

It was the man who had been brutally beaten before.At this moment, he was being tied up, and his eyes were full of sadness and despair.

"This is……?"

Even though he knew that too many words would be lost, Ed still couldn't help but speak.

"This is the fate of a traitor. This person wanted to secretly take out the collected blood honey, but now he is going to become the raw material. Send him to room 0, and bring back some blood honey."

Andro showed a cruel smile, as if people and livestock were no different to him:

"Remember, the refrigerator will stop working after 10 minutes, the bee colony will gradually wake up after 20 minutes, and they will fully wake up in 25 minutes at most. At that time, in order to prevent them from running out, I have to lock you in It's inside..."

"Go, Johnny, don't let me down..."

He opened the iron door, and the cold wind rushed in.

Do I still have a choice?

I'm afraid not.If I refuse, maybe I too will become part of the hive.

Ed made up his mind and pushed the trolley into the hive.

It's just a drug dealer, Ed, you've killed so many people, Rat King, Old George... and Mr. Kuntu, you almost killed him too.It's just another human life right now.

he told himself so.

Unlike the other three hives, the hive in Room 0 was made by humans.This is the highest grade and most expensive blood honey, a substance in the same kind of flesh and blood, which can stimulate people's nerves to the greatest extent.

The smell of blood and sweet fragrance floated in front of him. He had seen ghouls, werewolves, and evil spirits, but the piece of meat in front of him was ten times more twisted and hateful than all of them together——

Several human faces were bonded together by propolis, only the whites of the eyes were bloody, and they whispered incomprehensible words with their deformed and hideous features.

The swollen internal organs have long been transformed into a paradise for bees and insects. They are alive, but life is worse than death.No one deserves to suffer like this.

Ed felt blood pouring into his mind, and his ears were buzzing uncontrollably.

He saw one bloody face, stripped of its skin, without a nose and one missing eyeball.And it seemed to have noticed Ed, and opened its bloody mouth wide, as if wanting to make a sound, but only spit out maggot-white beeworms.

Taking a step back, Ed decided to deal with the tied "raw materials" first, and he moved the man out of the car.

The half-dead man didn't resist at all from the beginning to the end, but when Ed went to get the machete and the iron bucket, he spoke:

"Please, kill me," the man begged.

I can not.The hive must be made of living people. If I let you go, Andro will never let me go.Ed argued inwardly.

Seeing that Ed didn't speak, the man wriggled and struggled in pain, like an earthworm trampled on the street.

"Shut up!" Ed finally stepped on his neck, and the man passed out on the spot.

Andro would not be satisfied, he wanted to see the traitor suffer.What an idiot I am.

The roar of the refrigerator had stopped.Ed knew time was running out.

So, he raised the machete and slashed at the hive, sweet blood overflowing.The faces groaned in pain, as if they still felt the pain.

But it's a stopgap measure.This is for God's sake, for these evils to be permanently destroyed.

He lied to himself, and his mind was spinning.

Another slash, and a large piece of flesh and blood peeled off.

I have no choice but to do so out of desperation.I must survive.

The air was getting hotter and hotter, the surrounding sounds were gradually fading away, he felt his breathing became short and short, the machete was getting sharper, and there was more and more flesh and blood in the bucket.

Finally, Ed filled the iron bucket and escaped before the bee swarm woke up.

He was sweating profusely now, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Outside the iron gate, Andro clapped his hands, the scar on his face pierced through that hypocritical smile:

"Welcome in, Johnny, you're one of us now."