Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1103: Where the hell did it go

The main research institute was destroyed, and Bergerian spent the last two days busy reorganising the new research team, and the institute.

"Mr Bergerian, I would like you to bring the woman in as soon as possible."

Professor Curry could not wait to test the effects of the drugs he had developed.

"Good."

Bergerian said yes, but in his heart he was a little reluctant.

The woman was so delicate and beautiful, it would be a waste to make her a test subject.

He couldn't let it happen.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Professor Curry suddenly said, "Mr Bergerian, there are many women waiting in line for you to choose from, so don't miss out." Bergerian grimaced, "It's not your turn to lecture me."

Professor Curry blushed slightly and bowed his head, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for talking too much."

"Curry, you and I are just working together, you just need to get your research done, you don't need to worry about anything else." "Understood."

Bergerian glanced at him coldly, turned and walked away.

He didn't notice Professor Curry behind him looking up, his gaze shadowy as he stared at his back.

As he exited the Institute, Bergerian looked up at the darkening sky with a thoughtful expression.

I hadn't seen Sofía for two days and I had missed her, so it was time to go back.

...

It was late at night.

Two black figures quickly scaled the villa's fence, they looked around, saw no one guarding them and ventured to the back of the villa.

"This outer wall isn't even a little concave. How can you climb it if it's not even bumpy?" Thomas stepped forward and touched the villa's outer wall, his brow furrowed. "Who told you to climb?" Ramm gave him a blank look and walked over to a door, "This is the back door, it's normally for the servants, you replace a way to pick the lock." Thomas pointed at himself, "Me?"

Did he hear right, he was asked to pick the lock?

"Nonsense, otherwise it would be me?" Ramm looked righteous.

"Me, I'm not a thief, why would I pick the lock?" Thomas couldn't help but raise his voice a few notches in his excitement.

Ramm put a finger to his lips, "Shhh! If you can't, why are you so loud?"

"Sorry." Thomas hurriedly turned his head and looked around, "It's late, they should all be asleep, they won't hear us."

"Be careful, don't you understand that?"

Ramm was genuinely afraid that Thomas would mess things up, and his words were full of disgust.

"Yes, yes, yes. But this isn't the time to talk about it, how the hell are we going to get in?" Thomas hurriedly turned the conversation away.

That was the main reason they were here.

"Pick the lock."

"I don't know how."

Thomas said as he reached out to twist the lock.

Click!

The door was open!

Thomas turned his head in disbelief to look at Ramm.

Ramm was just as amazed.

The door was unlocked!

"God help us all, hurry up and get in." Ramm said.

Thomas went in first, Ramm following closely behind.

It was so late that the main lights in the cottage were turned off, leaving only a few wall lights on.

They pressed themselves against the wall and made their way gingerly to the ground floor, looking around cautiously and seeing no one before moving quickly to the stairs. "Going up together?" Thomas asked in a whisper.

Ramm thought for a moment, "You go up by yourself, I'll keep watch downstairs, I'll let you know if anything happens."

Thomas clicked the communicator in his ear and nodded, "OK, you take care of yourself then."

"Don't worry about me, you're the one who really needs to be careful."

"Got it."

Thomas quickly went upstairs, while Ramm looked around warily and hid behind a potted plant to the side.

The upstairs was even quieter, and with the dim lighting, one would have thought they were in a haunted house if they didn't know.

There was only one room on the third floor, and it was the one Miss Eloise had said was suspicious.

Thomas took hold of the door handle and pressed it down, but it was locked.

He took a thin wire out of his pocket.

It was true that he didn't know how to pick locks, but he had never seen a pig in a poke before.

He did as he had seen on TV and inserted the wire into the lock. into the lock hole.

Knock, knock.

A footstep came from the stairway.

Thomas hurriedly pulled out the wire, looked around and quickly hid in the darkness, his back pressed against the wall, not daring to breathe.

The man reached the door of the room and, whether he sensed something or was too alert, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where Thomas was hiding. Thomas drew a cold breath of fear and prayed that he would not be discovered.

Fortunately, the man quickly withdrew his gaze, took out his keys and opened the door to the room.

The moment the door was closed, Thomas sighed with relief.

He tiptoed to the door and pressed his ear to it.

But nothing could be heard.

If the prince was really locked in there, there would have been talking, but it was so quiet that there was no sound at all.

Was it too soundproof?

Before Thomas could figure it out, he saw the lock move and quickly ducked aside, his hands clenched into fists.

The man re-locked the door and went downstairs.

He never found Thomas.

Thomas breathed a long sigh of relief as he walked to the stairway and peered against the wall, only to see that the man had gone straight to the ground floor.

He only hoped that Ramm would be able to hide well enough to remain undetected.

He hurried to the door of the room and took out the wire again.

After half a dozen tinkering sessions, the lock was finally picked by him.

He pushed the door open.

Surprisingly, the room was lit.

So a quick glance took in the whole room.

There was no sign of Hector, but instead there were several shelves with various organ specimens soaked in formalin.

It was the first time Thomas had seen so many specimens of all kinds of bodies.

A wave of nausea washed over him.

He covered his mouth and turned to run out of the room.

Oh my God!

What kind of fetish did Bergerian have to collect so many specimens?

Thomas took a deep breath, suppressed his nausea, closed the door softly behind him and quickly went downstairs to join Ramm.

"Did you replace the prince?" Ramm asked as soon as he saw him and couldn't wait to speak.

Thomas shook his head, "No."

Ramm furrowed his brow, "How can you not have?"

Thomas looked around at the quiet, "Go back and talk, it's not safe here."

The two men then hurriedly left the villa.

Once back in the car, Ramm asked, "Isn't the prince in that room?"

"No."

"Then why is it locked?"

The question reminded Thomas of the human specimens again and he stifled a dry heave.

Thinking he was unwell, Ramm asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nausea." Thomas winced, "Do you know what the room is all about?"

"What?"

"Organ specimens, all kinds of organ specimens." Thomas took a deep breath and continued, "I don't know what's wrong with that Bergerian, collecting such disgusting things." Ramm frowned tightly, "What's wrong with him is none of our business. Now it is true that the prince is not at the villa, so where would he go?"

Thomas was silent.

Yes, where exactly had the prince gone?