Blank paper.
A piece of white paper was embedded in a brass map frame and hung majestically in the center of the hall, just like the emperor's new map.
"Wait a moment."
In an instant, Zhou Li reacted. He quickly took out his communicator, quickly pressed a number and broadcast it.
The communicator of this world, forget it, let’s call it a mobile phone. Mobile phones in this world spread "waves" based on the principle of magical magnetic fields, which is not much different from mobile phones on Earth. Therefore, after a hurried busy tone, the abnormal noise caused by the instability of the magic device began to vibrate continuously, and with a long beep, the call ended.
You are worse than China Unicom.
After putting away the communicator, Zhou Li crossed his arms and continued to look at the map, or in other words, the white paper in front of him. The halo in his eyes kept switching. One moment it was filled with black mist, and the next moment thunder exploded. The colors in his eyes changed from red to white to black to gold. But obviously, it didn't work.
Then, Zhou Li took out his communicator again and dialed a number. Two dings and the number was connected.
"Hey, is this Air Jordan?"
"Hello, this is Jordan Airlines. Do you have any needs?"
After hearing the sweet business voice on the other side of the communicator, Zhou Li thought for a while and asked, "Is there an airship to the third port of Silver City?"
"Sorry, no."
"You can have it."
The woman opposite was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Zhou Li's answer without hesitation to be like this, "Sorry, due to the plague problem, all airports in Jordan are now closed. If you want to leave customs, you must have permission from the national parliament. signature."
"Yeah, okay."
Zhou Li didn't persist and hung up the phone. As for the so-called signature, he didn't even think about it. According to the efficiency of the British-Southern Parliament, once the signature is approved, it is estimated that Jordan can be renamed Raccoon City.
What's more, the thing controlling all this definitely doesn't want him to leave.
Looking at the blank map in front of him, Zhou Li had a thoughtful expression on his face. The spreading plague, the weirdness hidden in the shadows, and the existence that controls everything. Now it seems that this city is starting to become more and more interesting.
"Don't you want to play a game?"
As if he was speaking to himself, or to an invisible person, Zhou Li stretched out his hand and touched the blank paper. Then his thoughts moved slightly, and golden lightning suddenly raging in his palm. In an instant, the paper turned into a black scorch and fell to the ground.
"You play games and I play you."
"fair enough."
As if he heard Zhou Li's words, the window not far away was suddenly blown by the wind and made a sound, as if in response to Zhou Li. Zhou Li placed a gold coin in an empty wooden frame, then turned and left.
"Let's go, let's go home."
Pulling Eluma, who was still unfinished, Zhou Li walked towards the detective office. On the way, they saw many soldiers wearing white protective clothing patrolling the streets, constantly reminding residents to reduce the number of times they go out and avoid close contact. Sometimes the two of them would be stopped by soldiers, but when they recognized Zhou Li, the famous "Jordan Detective Star", they saluted respectfully and continued patrolling.
Of course, although the government advocates reducing the number of trips out, it is obvious that urban residents cannot do this. After all, there is no assistance or insurance in Jordan, and a family's source of income can only rely on the work of residents. Therefore, these residents can only buy a piece of insulation cloth to wrap around their faces, and hurriedly go to their jobs with their heads lowered.
Messy streets, hurried and frightened people, soldiers wearing white protective suits, and vehicles transporting corpses on the streets. All of this formed a suffocating lake surface of despair. At this moment, Zhou Li felt that the city shrouded in fog was also sick, and he collapsed in Yingnan exhausted.
After passing through the Lunsiwang alley, Zhou Li and Eluma came to the entrance of a small but exquisite market. This market is Eluma's favorite place on weekdays. In addition to the dazzling array of snacks, the hospitable vendors here also left a deep impression on her.
But today, the market is completely closed. After asking the soldiers who were blocking the gate, Zhou and Li learned that it was because a fishmonger named "Joseph" was infected with the plague. He tried to force himself to continue selling fish, but ended up infecting all the people in the market. . There are no people alive in this market now.
After learning the news, Eluma, who had always been cheerful in the past, fell silent. She picked a bouquet of flowers and placed them next to the market gate. Eluma did not pray for these people because she no longer believed in gods. She just lowered her head and mourned them silently for three minutes. After doing all this, the two continued walking towards home.
"This is the plague."
On the way, Zhou Li looked at the body that was carried out from the corridor and covered with white cloth. He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a little gloomy: "There was also a plague in my hometown."
"Is it scarier than here?"
Eluma turned her head, with pity and the purest sadness in her eyes.
"Well, we don't have magic."
Holy light flashed, and cheers came from a villa. Zhou Li knew that this was a holy light spell worth one hundred and fifty gold coins, and it required a professional of at least a cardinal to use a halo crystal to activate it. Once this spell is successful, the plague will not be a single enemy at all.
"So did you win?"
Eluma's question made Zhou Li feel confused for a while. He shook his head and said softly: "I don't know, I left earlier, and the plague just spread."
"But it will win."
Zhou Li didn't hesitate at all. He opened the door of the office and said calmly: "That's my home, I want to go back."
Eluma was thoughtful. She knew that Zhou Li came from another world, but she didn't understand that world. Just as she began to meditate, Zhou Li suddenly pressed down his hands, and black mist and golden thunder instantly enveloped the entire house.
"Eluma, back off!"
With an angry shout, the black mist turned into a tiny thorn blade and penetrated the door. He held his right hand, and the sharp blade formed by the black mist exploded, and golden lightning ravaged the office.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
A "spliced" monster emerged from the lightning. He held a butcher's knife covered in rust and purple light, flicked his tongue covered in corrosive saliva, and slashed at Zhou Li's neck.
"I'm super, Mondo, right!"
Looking at the overly wanton tongue, Zhou Li looked very surprised, and then he seemed to sense something and suddenly took a step back. When Zhou Li's figure retreated outside the door, a silver crossbow arrow instantly penetrated the Stitch Monster's neck and pinned him to the wall.
"Don't be careless, young man."
A vicissitudes of voice sounded from the side. Zhou Li didn't even look at it. With a wave of his hand, the black mist tightly wrapped the green figure that suddenly appeared behind him. Along with the sound of bones squeezing, a pool of blood slowly flowed out.
In the shadows, a white-haired man slowly walked out, his silver-nailed leather armor reflecting the holy light. He placed the giant crossbow behind him and drew out the silver sword from his waist. His face, which was pierced by cross scars, remained calm and confident. The moment he saw this person, Zhou Li recognized his identity.
Legendary Professional——Jay Slott
But at this point in time, shouldn't he be dead?
