"At 4:30 today, an unprecedented rainfall occurred in the fourth district..."
"Experts from the Psychic Research Institute believe that this change is similar to the rainfall that occurred in District 17 a few months ago..."
"The counterintelligence department has been involved in the investigation..."
The early morning food court was filled with the sound of reports from various news channels. Vadim held the bamboo sticks of the kebab in his hand and devoured it alone.
This unexpected "cream rain" actually gave him a blessing in disguise, giving him enough time to breathe.
It wasn't until dawn that the butter blocking the streets and alleys of the Fourth District began to melt. Under the sunlight, they quickly turned into water like melted snow and disappeared in less than half an hour. Gone.
At this moment, Vadim was the only one in the huge barbecue restaurant. When this uninvited guest arrived, the boss wisely closed the door and put up a notice that the store was closed.
Not long ago, the Bureau of Anomalous Cases issued a wanted warrant for Troy and Vadim, making them the most wanted criminals in District 4.
Who would have thought that a wanted criminal in the city would dare to appear openly in a food street with a huge flow of people?
The boss was busy grilling, not even daring to take a breath, for fear that the vicious gangster would chop him down if he wasn't happy.
According to the investigation bureau's reward order, Vadim had previously killed a senior agent of the investigation bureau. Such actions undoubtedly declared war on the judicial system of the coalition government, but for ordinary citizens like them doing business, Those words only conveyed a message to them.
——Vadim is now a terrorist who has been cornered.
Fortunately, it won't be long before the barbecue restaurant owner no longer has to face the ordeal alone.
This store welcomed a customer who didn’t have a good eye.
The dusty middle-aged man ignored the notice that the store was closed. He was wearing a pair of goggles and his body was covered with wind and sand. He looked like he had just walked out of the desert.
However, there is no desert around District 4, so the boss guessed that this must be an extra from a certain crew, intending to fill their stomachs before today's filming began. He would face many similar people every morning.
Soon, the boss discovered that this middle-aged man not only did not have long eyes, but also could not understand his eyes at all.
More than once, he had used his eyes to warn Vadim to leave when he was not paying attention, and then notified the investigation bureau that the repeat offender Vadim was here. From this, he might still be able to find a glimmer of hope.
"Guest, you..."
Looking at the middle-aged man who was sitting next to Vadim, the boss wanted to curse, but he was afraid that Vadim might cut him off because of his too intense words, so he could only temporarily change his words and said, "What do you want? ?”
"as same as him."
"good."
The boss forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and picked up the prepared synthetic ingredients.
He was sure that this was a pure fool.
In his opinion, another characteristic of a fool is that he is inexplicably talkative. The middle-aged man seemed to have heard the news in the store and commented while waiting, "The 'cream rain' that enveloped the entire city has not been seen for a long time. Such an interesting ability... By the way, boss, make it more spicy, the spicy kind."
Finally, it seemed that Vadim could no longer stand middle-aged people.
The moment he put down the barbecue skewer, the hot blade flashed a red light.
He had a different take on this uninvited guest than his boss.
There are not many fools in District 4. Judging from his experience in District 17, the real fools have long since died in the corners of the edge city and have no chance to come to the core city.
More often than not, they are pursuers disguised as passers-by or fools.
The man's behavior does not look like that of a public official; he is probably a killer active in the black market.
It was too easy for him to chop off the head of a self-righteous person.
However, goddess luck seemed to have played a joke on him again.
The moment the thermal cutting blade was about to touch the middle-aged man, it disappeared without a trace along with his arm. In response to his sudden attack, the man didn't even blink, and still calmly looked at the video playing on the screen of the barbecue restaurant. morning news.
There was no pain, and Vadim could still feel his empty arms.
When he tried to stay away from the man, the missing arm gradually appeared again.
Since the transplantation of "Overload Type IV", his fortune seems to have hit rock bottom. In the words of the people from the "Blue Eyes" company, after he completed his "evolution", no one in the fourth district could pose a threat to him. He could count them all on one hand, but he encountered one of them in his first operation, and most of the prosthetic bodies in his body were destroyed.
But now, he just found a barbecue restaurant to fill his stomach, and met another unpredictable person.
The boss was naturally shocked by the scene just now, and couldn't help but blurt out, "You are a public official of the coalition government, are you here to arrest him?"
In his opinion, only those members of the special operations department can deal with criminals of Vadim's level.
"No, of course not. As I said just now, I just came to District 4 not long ago and came to see an old friend, and you..."
The middle-aged man held his chin with his left hand and looked at Vadim with great interest. "There is something similar to him in your body. Are you his believer? It's strange. If you are his believer, why would you go there?" Install this kind of thing in your body?"
believer?
Unlike the confused barbecue restaurant owner, Vadim suddenly thought of something.
In the end, the people from the "Blue Eyes" company did not give any more explanations about the church. The other party only vaguely mentioned that the church existed in the dark ages, and that someone had changed the history of that period, making many people and things that once really existed disappear. Lost forever in the long river of history.
As for how the church was destroyed, the true identity of the Son, and the opponents of the war, they are still shrouded in mystery.
Even "Blue Eyes" and the military technology behind her can only speculate on what happened in the Dark Ages based on various clues. However, this middle-aged man who has been dusted with life seems to know something about that era.
"I'm not a believer in anyone. Some people say that this thing in my head is related to the person you are looking for."
In the words of people from Blue Eyes, all "overload" systems are poor imitations of time control, and the limit of their current research ultimately stops at the concept of speed.
The next moment, a strange scream broke the atmosphere in the store.
The boss was stunned by this sudden scene. He could hardly believe his eyes - before Vadim finished speaking, the middle-aged man raised his hand and touched his head, and then Vadim's head became Disappeared in front of him!
Vadim still maintained the same sitting posture as when he spoke, but only a headless "corpse" was left.
"No wonder, this makes sense."
The middle-aged man was thoughtful. After a moment, his hand left Vadim, and the latter's head reappeared just like his arm.
Vadim himself seemed frightened by the scene.
His eyes were wide open and he didn't make a sound for a long time.
"I didn't expect that they are still continuing these meaningless studies... What a pity. I thought I could catch up with old friends I haven't seen for many years, but nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory. This is what he told me."
The middle-aged man quickly adjusted his disappointed mood and said, "But at least I met some interesting little guys on this trip. By the way, now that I have met them, let me remind you that they are stored in your head. It’s not a good thing, it’s slowly eating away at your life.”
"...What will happen to me next?"
For some reason, Vadim couldn't help but ask.
He always felt that this middle-aged man of unknown origin might be able to answer the questions that had accumulated in his heart.
"Blue Eyes" and the true purpose of military technology, as well as the erasure of history...
"What, I look like a fortune teller?"
Even though the middle-aged man said this, his extended index finger touched Vadim's forehead.
In a daze, Vadim's eyes drifted to places outside the barbecue restaurant.
What appeared in front of him was a magnificent building, a palace dominated by black tones, which looked like a prison upon closer inspection.
Vadim didn't know where he was. He was too small. At this moment, his perspective could only look up at the palace in front of him.
Every compartment in the palace was tightly closed, and he could barely make out a few labels:
"Time" - "Overload Type IV"
"Nothingness" - "Invisible Position"
"Order"-"Gravity Type II"
…
These nouns are followed by prosthetics that he has seen or heard of.
Vadim's appearance here was too short. When he wanted to step forward, his eyes returned to reality. Under the strong contrast, the early morning light seemed particularly dazzling. He noticed that the middle-aged man's index finger left The owner of the barbecue restaurant had served him barbecue at some point, and the middle-aged man had already begun the finishing work.
"That's where you're going, where your consciousness will exist for a long time and be used repeatedly... It's a shame they can develop such a thing."
While talking, the door of the barbecue restaurant was opened.
At some point, someone surrounded the place.
It seemed to be an agent from the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau. He found a familiar figure in the crowd, or more accurately, many familiar voices.
The uniform blue eyes exuded such brilliance that Vadim didn't know whether to run away for a moment.
Soon, Vadim realized that these Bureau agents were not here for him.
This was also the first time that he saw different emotions in the eyes of "blue eyes". They seemed to be full of fear of this middle-aged man with an unspectacular appearance.
"According to our agreement, you should not appear here."
One of the "Blue Eyes" said, as if a war was about to break out.
The middle-aged man who was surrounded looked nonchalant, "Don't be nervous. I'm just here to meet an old friend. I have no interest in this city or what you are doing here."
………………………………
At the same time, Song Lan, who was far away in the Eden Hotel, sneezed. The sneeze made him sit up from the bed.
At this point Lu Xiang has already gone to the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau.
After all, in last night's operation, the entire B area of the Investigation Bureau was razed, and the suspect who was suspected of killing the five-star rescuer was also rescued by his comrades. Fortunately, a "cream rain" in the middle of the night diverted the comments The meeting's attention allowed them to focus all their energy on chasing Gustav.
They were not willing to let a psychic who could cover the entire city fly away before their eyes.
The coalition government is at a time of hiring, and the six-star rescuers should also attract more outstanding blood.
Song Lan highly praised Gustave's actions. Cream blocked the road and brought the entire city's traffic to a standstill. However, he had already seen through everything and returned to the room before the heavy rain came. Until he sneezed just now. Only then did he wake up from his sleep.
As expected of a reliable man, you can always trust Gustave.
Lu Xiang thoughtfully closed the curtains for him before leaving, but for some reason, a strange feeling came to his heart.
food street.
These three words suddenly appeared in his mind.
hungry.
Song Lan quickly figured out the reason and looked around the empty room.
With Lao Lu away, his interest in cooking has dropped by 95%. For him, accidentally trying synthetic ingredients can be considered a novel experience. At least the popular food in District 4 is not so unpalatable that it is difficult to swallow. the point.
He sat on the bed for a while, and finally chose the former between eating and continuing to sleep, and automatically ignored the seven missed calls from Guan Lili on the phone screen.
Not working overtime is one of his creeds in life. Their program team had collected enough material last night, so they should take a rest today.
No matter what others say, Song Lan thinks so.
However, today's food court was much busier than he imagined. The Bureau of Investigation set up a quarantine zone outside and kicked everyone out.
Song Lan quietly blended into the crowd and gave full play to his eavesdropping skills. In a place like this where people talk a lot, there will always be a master of private intelligence.
"I heard that a felon wanted by the Bureau of Investigation sneaked into the food court!"
In just a few minutes, Song Lan got the result he wanted.
But it was this short sentence that made him feel extremely solemn.
Last night, Gustav had taken advantage of the chaos and left District 4 with Monica and Troy. So at this moment, there was only one person who was called a repeat criminal and could attract so many agents.
Vadim.
Fellow fellow——!
Are you okay, fellow!
Just when Song Lan was secretly worried about Vadim, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
This petite figure was holding a bottle of canned strawberry milk in his hand and was blocked outside by the isolation tape, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Facing the Bureau of Investigation agents who pulled up the isolation tape, she seemed to be trying to convey a meaning with her eyes.
——When Franken comes, I will kill you all!
Thanks to Gaius Octavian for the 2500 starting coins!
Small theater its two hundred and thirty-three:
Thursday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, in the evening
A long time has passed since the "Yelu incident". After going through some difficult years with heartache, Song Lan's life has finally returned to normal.
The main reason is that the Yelu children have found a new interest.
Collect cards.
She has emptied buckets of instant noodles from several supermarkets near her apartment in order to collect cartoon cards for Khloe Film Rescuers.
When she showed off the cards she had collected to Song Lan, all the children's instant noodles disappeared. Even if Ye Lu hadn't taken the initiative to mention her interest in collecting cards, Song Lan wouldn't have noticed that she had bought all the instant noodles in the nearby supermarket. out of stock.
“Eating so many instant noodles is bad for your health!”
But as soon as he said these words, Song Lan felt that it seemed a little unnecessary.
Because Ye Lu is different from those picky children who like junk food, eating instant noodles does not affect her showing up at the dinner table on time every day.
This touches on Song Lan's knowledge blind spot.
When she ate a lot of junk food and nutritious meals at the same time, Song Lan didn't know whether it was good for her body.
"Why do you suddenly like JiKa?"
"Because Sister Lu Xiang said she would introduce some new friends to me soon."
"new friend?"
"Look, here are their pictures!"
Ye Lu clicked on the photo album on his mobile phone. The background of the photo was the endless desert. In the vast desert, several mutant creatures of the crab family were gesturing toward the camera with their pliers.
(End of chapter)
