Beep-beep-
The manic sound of electricity sounded, and the temporary cleaning instrument invented by the Atlas Alchemy Institute was activated. Violent noises resounded through the night sky. The patrol airship retracted its light beam, and the roar in the sky gradually faded away.
In the distortion, the roar gradually weakened, as if fading, and the false scene around it slowly collapsed.
The piercing alarm sound also gradually disappeared, and the value of the Heyman counting alarm approached zero, which most intuitively illustrates the pollution situation.
Everything is getting better.
Only a world in which Ivel was injured was born.
With her eyelashes trembling slightly, Yulia woke up leisurely. After examination by the medical department, it was found that her fainting was only due to excessive use of relics and excessive physical strength. There was no other damage to her body, and she remained mentally alert.
"doctor……"
I saw a white figure moving in front of me. After being stunned for a few seconds, I suddenly woke up and sat up instantly.
"Doctor! Where is Mr. Ivel?"
Together, she began to look for Jiang Chenchuan, but after looking around, she found nothing.
"he……"
The cold barrel of the gun and the white guard uniform stood in front of him. There was nothing but the noisy sound of electricity in his ears, as calm as the Dead Sea.
There is another person,
There is no coming back from the hallucination.
Is it assimilation?
Contaminated?
Or...disappeared?
That was the helpless result. Chris lowered his hand, probably having figured out some truth, and his complicated and hesitant eyes became firm.
"The escorts follow the instructions. Ivel Feng, a C-level member of the third team of the processing department..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure gradually emerged from the torn space.
Everyone became nervous instantly, and in unison they raised their guns and pointed them at the figure. As long as he made a little abnormal move, they could experience the fatal feeling of firing thousands of guns.
"Who are you?"
His hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he could draw the weapon in the next second. Chris had a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on the figure in the dark, and asked extremely seriously.
No one could see his expression clearly, only that he seemed to be holding something in his hand, and he was still frozen in place.
Three seconds, four seconds, five seconds...
Click.
There seemed to be a mechanical "clicking" sound in my ears.
No one knew what happened. Jiang Chenchuan felt that the whole world had become silent, with nothing but the sound of the clock.
still.
Five seconds later, he regained consciousness.
But the scene around him changed. He turned his head blankly and saw the familiar white uniforms and the muzzles of guns. His colleagues in the logistics department were wearing heavy gas masks and were paying attention to him.
"Good evening, you are indeed here."
Jiang Chenchuan turned his head and greeted them in a normal manner, calm and steady.
The physical condition is better than imagined. Those terrible scars and pains are indeed just illusions. After leaving the illusion, all falsehood disappears completely.
"Get under control."
Chris gave the order coldly, not to take it lightly before confirming that Ivel is normal.
Several members of the escort put away their weapons and stepped forward. Jiang Chenchuan did not intend to resist. After putting away his pocket watch, he was arrested obediently.
Chris sat on the horse and just watched everything that happened in front of him. The miserable body was still in the carriage, and the blood had solidified. The logistics department found Yulia’s suitcase at the scene where it was left, and the cleanup was proceeding in an orderly manner. Then, the patrol airship circled the World Tree again.
There seemed to be shooting stars streaking across the night sky.
Some people are glad that the pollution can be solved so easily, while others think that it will be troublesome to deal with the strangeness. Most of them are worried. No one knows why this inexplicable pollution arises, when it will appear, and when it will disappear.
Under the shadow that no one could see, the malicious eyes slowly opened again, and new fear crawled out from the abyss and enveloped the entire sky in England.
The end of one era must usher in the beginning of another.
The fragrance of flowers fills the air, the cold wind blows, and the dark night falls...
That ends tonight's farce.
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The yellow leaves were blown by the wind and fell from the branches. The dry branches stretched weakly, as if they were praying for something from the gods. The orange sunshine shone down, illuminating the streets and the entire city. .
A handful of dry bread crumbs were sprinkled on the ground, and the flying white dove was tempted and landed in front of Jiang Chenchuan, making a cooing sound. The white sculptures on the Glory Square held the flame of hope and looked at the gray sky. .
"The weather is as bad as ever."
Jiang Chenchuan leaned on the bench in the square and sighed, but it seemed like a beautiful and comfortable life like retirement.
The familiar minstrel on the street corner came here again, singing his newly composed music. The children were always attracted by the songs, dancing and playing around him, and there were bursts of laughter.
Looking at such a real world, Jiang Chenchuan felt unreal.
He underwent various inspections throughout the night and was released by the museum after confirming that he was not contaminated. He took the three days of leave that he had not taken last time, intending to take a good rest and enjoy the rare opportunity of no longer Chesou’s leisure time.
The Cullen family's mission also ended at the same time. I heard that the house would be purchased by the museum and returned to the city in another way.
The little girl who loved listening to fairy tales died.
The logistics department properly disposed of her mutated and deformed body, and the fairy tale book full of evil power was also included in the museum's new collection.
No. 827, Shadow Fairy Tale Book.
This sounds a bit like a middle-class one.
The time in the early morning was beautiful. At least, Jiang Chenchuan felt that he was enjoying a rare peace. In the past, after returning from a mission, he always liked to sit in a nearby park.
Looking at the group of adults and mothers doing morning exercises and the children having fun, one can feel the meaning of coming back alive.
As if something suddenly occurred to him, Jiang Chenchuan took out a letter from his pocket. When he was about to leave, Chris secretly handed him something. It could be seen that it seemed particularly difficult for him to do such a thing, but He did it anyway.
"Who on earth can have such great ability..."
Jiang Chenchuan was slightly startled as he opened the letter.
The envelope contained the fee for the last commission and a letter filled with words. The content of the letter was that the curious young lady wanted to make an appointment with him in two days.
"New commission..."
Jiang Chenchuan stuffed the letter back into the envelope.
No matter what the commission is, just enjoy this moment of peace first...
"So, this is why you stayed out all night?"
The familiar man sat down next to Jiang Chenchuan, keeping a certain distance. He also held a handful of bread crumbs in his hand. He seemed to be a tourist who came to the square to feed the pigeons.
"Come on, Lochran, I'm not free enough to spend an entire night feeding pigeons in the square."
Jiang Chenchuan explained helplessly.
Lockran spilled the crumbs in his hand, causing the pigeons to flutter and fly up in surprise, and then took something out of his arms.
"It's not easy to find you either, here you go."
"What's this?"
"An invitation you can't refuse."
