"The parasitic tower is about to undergo a change? What does it mean? Like its own shadow, uncontrollable? The energy emitted by the parasitic tower changes from lavender to red. Does it count as a change? If so, the time shown in the text in the dream is longer than the actual change. A few minutes ahead of time, could my dream be predictive of the future?"
Recalling the little boy he met in front of the Lille City Lecture Hall during the day, Munch subconsciously covered his chest, and his heart in his chest was beating rhythmically. The image of the water-drop truck losing control and crashing into the image wall reappeared repeatedly in Munch's mind, and his thoughts began to fly mistyly.
"If I was really parasitized by free obsidian, what ability did I gain? See the future development through dreams? Well, that must be the case, otherwise why do strange elements always appear in my dreams? Maybe TS- The 010628 file contains the ultimate secret that allows me to master my abilities. As long as I find the file, I can control time at will? Freely travel between the past and the future? No way, am I that strong?"
"Xiao Hei should be the messenger who came back from the future to protect me! It must be! Although I haven't figured out his instructions yet."
Munch's eyes were empty, immersed in boundless imagination. Bain looked at him from the side, scratching his thighs with his claws, leaving several red marks.
"Bobo, quickly scan my body, especially my heart, to see if there are any abnormalities."
The scanning device in the secret room does not have an accurate biological detection function and can only roughly obtain some basic data. After a few minutes, a simple human model was constructed. Bobo looked at all the data carefully and concluded that everything was normal except that the heart was beating too fast and the ventricular wall was slightly thicker.
"I'm not sure about the problem I just mentioned. You can try to increase your exercise time. Recently, the proportion of time traveling by water droplets has been too high. Maybe you can choose to walk. Of course, you know, the performance of the equipment you bought It’s limited. If you want a more accurate test, I suggest you wait. It won’t be long before you can participate in Arif’s experiment. I believe he can thoroughly study your whole body.”
Bobo was already suppressing a smile, and restrained wave lines were displayed on the screen.
"What about my ability to control time?" Munch was a little disappointed and said all his random thoughts.
"It shouldn't be? The monitoring data shows that your body temperature is normal and you don't have a fever. Is it mental decline caused by lack of sleep? Why are you talking nonsense?"
After saying that, Bobo laughed, transformed into a clown in front of the screen, blew a whistle and horn in the direction of Munch, and many colorful ribbons fell around the mannequin.
Munch was also amused by his innocent fantasy, and then dragged the photo framed in the dream to him.
"Then what do you think is going on? Didn't my dream predict the occurrence of the incident?"
"Perhaps, as Dr. Moses Taylor said, there is an unidentified source of information in your brain, like the unknown overclocked waves of a mysterious radio station."
"Dr. Taylor? How do you know she said that?"
"It is not difficult to access your medical records. What is certain is that someone is sending you information, whether it is fairy tales on the radio or words appearing in dreams. At present, it seems that these behaviors are beneficial to you , maybe in this world, I am not the only person who always protects you."
The tone of Bobo's last words was not quite like an artificial intelligence program. The kind of care from the bottom of his heart that Monk had only experienced when he was around Ovid made him so moved that he could not speak.
The time is already 3:20 in the morning.
The brief hustle and bustle caused by the earthquake in the city gradually returned to calm. Looking at the disintegrated floating bed, Munch lay down with difficulty, twisted his body, and tried to find a relatively comfortable position. Bain also yawned, walked to Munch's arms, and fell asleep.
A question kept repeating in Munch's mind: Who will be the person who protects me all the time in this time and space?
In front of the memorial obelisk, Anthony's face, always in darkness, appeared vaguely in front of his eyes.
Is it really him?
…
It was close to noon when Munch woke up. After cleaning up briefly, he took Bain out.
Munch decided to go to Dante City, where the Demiga Sea is located. Although he still doesn't know how to obtain the obsidian fragments, it is always the right choice to get closer to the destination first. Because he didn't know how long the outing would take, Munch could only foster Bane to Ovid.
On both sides of the street, on the screens of commercial buildings, advertisements for the new 5.0 series of products are still overwhelming. There was no news of last night's earthquake, no news of the parasitic tower's energy turning red, and even the serial disappearances that had been a hot topic in the past few days were missing.
On the curtain wall of the building in the corner, a huge poster of the "Super Species Evolution Project" was hung. The digital scrolling screen at the bottom showed that three thousand physical volunteers were needed.
Over the streets, more patrol aircraft were added than before, and the patrol range covered all blocks.
Monk looked around, always feeling something was abnormal. It wasn't until Bain shouted several times at the aircraft that he finally understood what the cause of the abnormality was.
Quiet, lifeless quiet.
Except for the advertising scenes that were played according to the established program and the faint roar of the patrol aircraft, there was no sound in the entire street, especially no human voice. It was like entering a world of silent movies.
After walking through an intersection, Munch's left hand side was the material distribution point No. 0217. The long line of people queuing up had already made several turns on the field.
The monitoring drone of the Material Distribution Committee was replaced by a patrol aircraft. At this time, it was using a majestic voice to play an update prompt of banned words to the people waiting in line: "earthquake, parasitic tower, red, and any associations that can evoke the above words." , are all listed as prohibited words, residents are asked to speak with caution."
The consequence of speaking cautiously is silence.
The market has entered a short period of verbal silence. There is such a stage after a major incident. This is an effective way to prevent public opinion from fermenting in an uncontrollable direction. The duration depends on the situation, usually only three to five days, and then the market will return to prosperity.
Because Bobo suggested that Monk exercise more and reduce the use of the water drop car, he had the option of walking to the "Volcanic Rock Harbor" today. Unexpectedly, I walked directly into a silent pool of stagnant water.
…
After an hour and a half of walking, a Baroque triumphal arch finally appeared among the buildings on the street.
Although this smaller version of the Arc de Triomphe is less than ten meters tall, its good design proportions make it look very coordinated. In the middle is a double-height arched door. The stone walls on both sides are carved with exquisite reliefs. On the left are statues of demons and on the right are statues of angels.
The words "volcanic rock harbor" are like a spanning bridge, connecting the stone walls on both sides.
After passing the arched space of the Arc de Triomphe, Munch pushed open an old wooden door, and Bane rushed in like lightning. Apparently he also missed Ovid, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Before the prepared opening remarks were uttered, Munch saw two people sitting opposite each other at a long bronze table in the hall surrounded by bookshelves, chatting happily. One is Ovid Bryan, and the other is actually Calvin Young.
Why is it him again? This haunting guy!
Bain excitedly jumped onto the long table. When Ovid saw Bain, he was surprised at first, and then immediately looked in the direction of the door.
Seeing the familiar figure at the door, he quickly stood up and walked towards Munch. Munch also withdrew his gaze from Calvin, opened his arms, and embraced Ovid in his arms. His shoulders were still broad, but his cheeks looked thinner.
"Old Ovid, last night's earthquake had no impact, right?" Munch didn't like to define Ovid's identity. Although he regarded him as his father in his heart, he never called him that title and always called him "Ovid" in a clever way. Oh, it seems cordial and comfortable.
"Fortunately, because the building is not high and a large amount of stone is used, there is no big impact except for the books scattered on the ground. By the way, I haven't introduced it to you yet. With his help this morning, the building will soon be built. Some of the bookshelves have been sorted out, and now only a little is left.”
At the back end of the hall, there were about sixty or seventy books piled on the floor, with their pages turned over and piled on top of each other in a messy manner.
Ovid led Monk to the long table, where Calvin was rubbing Bene's neck with his hand. Bene seemed to be enjoying it.
"No introduction is needed, we are all old friends, right, Munch." Calvin put his hand in front of Munch with a smile on his lips.
"Yes, Officer Calvin." Under Ovid's gaze, Monk replied politely and shook Calvin's hand perfunctorily.
"Oh? You are friends? That's great! Then you guys sit and chat for a while, and I'll sort out the remaining books. Come on, Bain, will you stay with me, an old man?" Bain ran over In front of the stack of books, he sat very upright.
Munch and Calvin wanted to help, but Ovid refused. He said that the remaining books were his treasures and he had to do it himself, so the two stopped insisting.
This was the first time they sat face to face since they last met in St. Mary's Cathedral. Even in the interrogation room of the City Security Bureau, they were forcibly separated.
"Not anymore." Calvin's voice became very weak.
"What's not going on?"
"No longer a police officer. Because of that incident, I was forcibly suspended." From the moment he saw Monk, Calvin has been controlling his emotions. Just because he wanted to prove his ability to others, just because he wanted to solve the serial disappearance case alone, and just because of the doubts about Munch, he fell into it step by step and reached where he is today.
Monk thought of the rumors that had gone viral the past few days, Downey's bullet, the ghost who specialized in killing rich people, and the replaced position on the memorial obelisk. I didn't know what to say for a while, so I sat there silently, and finally managed to say something: "If you want to find someone to talk to, I have some time now."
Perhaps it was an emotional card to ensure that evidence of illegal body modification would not flow into the city security bureau; perhaps the experience of the past few days made him feel that he had a magical connection with Calvin. Munch didn't know why he said such a thing, but an inexplicable emotion made him blurt it out.
Emotions surged instantly, and Calvin poured out the cause and effect of the incident, as well as the resentment accumulated in the room after the suspension, to Monk without reservation.
Last night, when his photo coincided with Munch's, he believed that his fate was closely linked to Munch. No matter where fate leads him, he will keep moving forward, after all, he has nothing to lose now.
Looking at the chattering person in front of him, Munch interrupted him and said, "I'm going to go to the Demiga sea area, shall we come together?"
