Homare didn't quite understand how the leader and the corpse came together.
He even felt that the person responsible for sending the message from the Tianmen City Two Realms Administration made a typo or was not thinking clearly enough to type such a fragmented statement.
After all, the only person he has connections with in the Tianmen City is Morrison. He is quite familiar with leading Morrison around. It has happened twice in the Jiemen District, and the corpse...?
He didn't really want to assume that Morrison was dead, but if he wanted to make this assumption, who could he lead?
It can't be his parents who have been missing for nineteen years, right?
Is it possible that Morrison still has an illegitimate child in Tianmen City?
Omo was really caught off guard by this move. He waited in a daze for the second pick-up bus. After getting on the bus, he looked at the back of the taciturn driver's head and wondered whether the metal shell with only a visiting hole at the front and rear was for prison inmates. treatment.
This doesn’t seem to be a police car, right?
Transported as a felon?
"Mr. Driver?" "We'll talk about it when we get here. You need to sign a confidentiality agreement."
"?"
Omo, who was directly interrupted by the other party, obviously had more question marks in his mind when he heard this. However, as soon as he heard the confidentiality agreement, he immediately thought of Morrison's job, which might eliminate his non-existent parents' options.
Maybe...it can't be that those two irresponsible people are also confidential personnel, right?
As for what the other party said, let’s talk about it later...
"Do you mind if I send you a message?"
"There is a device on the car to isolate the signal."
But there must be a channel that allows you to communicate internally, right?
Omo raised his hand and touched his chin, and then took out the terminal. He didn't care about the other person's attention when he looked at the rearview mirror, and just flipped through the terminal's photo album.
From the monster photos taken in the venue to the last shot of Mechagodzilla, Omo flipped through them one by one to pass the time, but not long after, his relaxed brows frowned slightly again.
He stared at the photo of Mechagodzilla he took. It had a partially grainy skin texture, as if it was a product that planned to give Mechagodzilla a bionic skin but failed halfway. There was a very small hole in it.
Even if the terminal does not pay special attention to photography, the pixels are far superior to the cameras of mobile phones of the same price.
The photos taken in this way allowed Omer to zoom in on the part nearly ten times. In the already blurry close-up, he saw the cylindrical hole.
It's unnatural and round, just like the freehand drawings by those monsters in the Alchemy Department. It's easy for people to think that this thing was injected with some kind of cylinder.
Are they scars from some kind of attack or something?
Omer tried to recall the scene of the monster's appearance, but even if he used the chip to call up the memory video of that time, it could only be from his own perspective.
From that perspective, he didn't see how Mechagodzilla appeared at all. Only the dazzling breath suddenly broke into his field of vision, and then he looked at the monster that breathed out.
But considering the distance from the first sight and such a huge and heavy body, if it was really walking step by step, even if many people were distracted by the horse racing girl Oak Race, it would be impossible for no one to notice it at all.
At least he should have noticed the vibrations on the ground and the unmistakable footsteps.
"Godzilla vs. King Kong", the legendary Mechagodzilla that appears in the Monster Movie Universe, is 400 feet tall and weighs unknown, but it must be at least more than 70,000 tons. This comparison value is from "Godzilla × Mothra × "Mechagodzilla Tokyo SOS" is a reference for the three-type Mecha Dragon Kai. It can be heavy, but it should never be light.
As a monster lover, Omer can only be sure of this, and he can even retrieve the memory of watching the setting album to confirm it again.
Did it appear suddenly, or was it launched by jet? Is this mark a natural design from the beginning, or is it a scar accumulated over the years?
Cylinder...cylindrical shape...could it be that I have too much consciousness?
Omo thought of the strange woman in Hall 8 of Tsuburaya, and she did hold a strange cylinder in her hand.
Stop it, stop it...don't think about it anymore.
Omo raised his hand and pressed his open eyebrows, feeling that what he should do now was to exercise restraint.
Resist curiosity.
The plans he had made today had been shattered, and his plans for a smooth first day of the trip had also been completely shattered.
The whole person seemed to be involved in some kind of storm, and the top priority was to understand the situation and relevant information, rather than causing more trouble for himself.
——Of course, if the current problem cannot be solved, then other troubles can be used to create a new one.
Youdao is to drive away tigers and devour wolves. Even if you mess with a tiger, you may turn into a demon, but...if the official doesn't plan to deal with the wolf, then it should be willing to deal with the tiger, right?
No, don't think about this first... Omer convinced himself again in his heart not to habitually assume such a bad situation.
The world clearly has so many possibilities, and his luck is always good. He always thinks that these steps will also affect his temperament. For the time being, Omo still hopes that he can give people an impression of being ordinary or even approachable.
As a 19-year-old young man, he should enjoy a fulfilling school life and self-cultivation, rather than scheming with such overly adult things. If he gets into trouble, he may be expelled directly from school.
Looking back on Omer's school life so far, he was an excellent student who didn't even fail to attend perfectly. He had no flaws except that he had no sense of presence in the circle of classmates. How big a stain would it be to be dismissed from the university directly after the college entrance examination? !
Such a future is too dark... Just thinking about it, Omo felt that what was frightening was his imagination.
Can you think of something better?
I always think about these clear ifbd lines that arrange myself, don’t they look decent!
"We're here, it's time to get out of the car, Mr. Linton."
"?"
Time flies quite quickly...
Omo adjusted his clothes a little, moved the scarf around his neck, and then looked back at the distant urban cluster in the northern district. He could see that the giant beast with some firelight was still there, and the spiral and vortex clouds above his head hinted at thunder. , is being baptized down.
The giant beast roared as if it was nothing, but in the next second, a beam of light that broke through the dark clouds penetrated the armor and skeleton. The beam of light was so familiar that he opened his eyes wide in shock. He did not expect that he had read it in a military magazine. things were used so easily.
It was a bombardment that could cut through the planet. The destructive meaning in it could not be detected just by looking at it from a distance. Its trajectory was towards the sky, allowing the stars in the sky to shed a gentle glow.
If it goes underground, everyone will have to flee for their lives. Whether they can escape is another matter. This city does not have so many teleportation circles and space jumping devices, but there is no shortage of ships. After all, it is a port city.
But that has to be done on board the ship.
"...Do you often use that kind of thing in Tianmen City?"
After being silent for a moment, he asked the driver standing next to him, finding it difficult to speak.
But the other party replied nonchalantly: "It's generally not needed, but it's not surprising if it is used."
Homais fell silent again.
Witnessing this kind of "allowing extremely dangerous weapons to be used in urban areas" felt very unsettling, but before he could read the rest of the story as the giant beast's body began to collapse, the driver patted his shoulder: "Don't look at it. Well, there will be TV reports later, so follow me to pick up the people first."
Lead people... So what exactly can you get?
After being reminded of this, Omo responded softly, "Okay", and followed the other party to the Tianmen City Police Station, whose sign and logo were too obvious and too large.
There are surprisingly many people here.
It seems that many illegal and criminal incidents occurred during this period, so that the place was filled with people who came to consult, call the police, or come for other reasons.
These people didn't pay much attention when they saw Omo. Instead, they saw the driver who brought Omo and wanted to surround him. Then, after the driver waved his hand, they all backed away unwillingly.
So obedient? Omo was a little surprised and wasn't sure whether this was a reflection of the Tianmen City Police Department's capabilities.
Maybe it’s because the atmosphere here is different from that in Jiemen District, and the police use force much more frequently than they use words?
Considering the similarities between Heaven's Gate City and Gotham in some directions, it's hard for Ormer not to guess this way.
Just when Omo was subconsciously analyzing the security issues in Tianmen City, the driver was already standing at the corner of a staircase and said, "Come here and go upstairs."
"Eh? Sir Huo, are you back?"
"I just came back, take this guy up."
The driver seemed to have met an acquaintance at the top of the stairs, and Omer's eyes became subtle when he heard the acquaintance's voice.
As he stepped forward, the familiar green hair also came into view.
"Ah, that reporter?" There was also a familiar title.
"I said I'm not a reporter," Omo said helplessly, "I'm only a senior in high school and still a student."
"Do you know him?" The driver stopped in surprise.
"I took a ride with me before I escaped, and they were all there, so what?" "Mechagodzilla," "Yes, Mechagodzilla is nearby. If you don't run faster, you'll be melted together."
"Then you should bring him over at that time. He is the relevant family member mentioned above." "Eh?"
The driver, or rather the police chief, who obviously had no intention of chatting with the other party, waved at Omo: "After you can say hello, follow me now."
"good."
Omer also felt that this situation was not suitable for chatting. Who else did he want to see, and there were so many people in the hall outside who needed to be dealt with by the police officer Xing Xiong.
So he stepped forward to keep up, failing to notice Star Bear's silent lip-syncing at him.
That's the 'get ready' lip sync.
But maybe he doesn't need that kind of encouragement.
He followed the police officer and only stepped up four steps when he saw the other officer raised his hand and pulled open a door on the wall, leading him to step inside and see a slightly narrow morgue.
Except for the three rows of corpses covered with white cloth in the front, the surrounding walls are filled with morgues, which are densely packed enough to make anyone who sets foot feel heavy and depressed.
But Homais' attention was not drawn away by them. He stared at the corpse in front of him. Even if what was pointed at him was just a green and withered ankle with half of his foot covered, he could recognize it at a glance. Find out the identity of the corpse.
I think this is what happens to vampires who are illuminated by the Holy Spirit. If the force is applied too much, they will probably break into ashes.
"...Morrison Linton," he raised his hand to wipe his nose, turned to look at the driver who looked at him silently, and even looked at a man wearing the uniform of an enforcer of the Two Worlds Security Bureau, who had been quiet from the beginning to the present. , seemed to ask calmly, "Is he dead?"
He felt that he had been calm enough, although he did not have the urge to cry, and he did not even feel heartbroken, he just felt a little empty.
But when he asked this question, he still felt an unreasonable heaviness.
But in the next second, he saw a finger-width light screen from the executor's stretched out hand, with Morrison's handsome face on it, saying as always what he said to live up to that face:
"I think I can still save him, but I can't say he's dead."
