Shadow of the Beautiful World

Chapter 11: 10. Nightmare. First outbreak

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Chicago at midnight is still very lively in the neighborhood near the train station.

There are people in various bars who have fun, and on the street there are bold flowers standing under the street lights and scratching their heads. In the dark corners, there are some homeless people and addicts curled up.

Vehicles coming and going on the street, the neon lights on both sides of the street, and the bright red lights all make up a world of life under the night.

This is an ordinary day, an ordinary night.

Until a sudden explosion awakened the lively neighborhood, it was like throwing a bomb into the deep pool.

"boom"

In the huge roar, everything in the entire psychic shop was submerged, and the collapsed walls and the violently shaking ground even affected the shops on both sides.

In the billowing black smoke, the frightening Mars keeps coming out of the psychic store, and the fragments of the crushed objects are mixed in the smoke and hit the street, and the cars parked on the road are clicked. ring.

The violent explosion also destroyed the water pipes and the gas. In the splashing Mars, the gas spewed out triggered a second round of explosion, but this time the detonation was much weaker than the previous one.

The frightened people rushed out of the shops on both sides and gathered on the other side of the street. They looked at the psychic shop completely covered by abnormal smoke and whispered to each other.

There are many people who believe that it must be the old psychic psychic who made something that should not appear, and the result was punishment.

Others thought it was an ordinary gas explosion, but the old liar was out of luck.

Someone called the phone, and a dozen minutes later, the fast-moving fire truck rushed out of the darkness, and the firefighters in orange clothes began to prepare for the small shop that was still billowing.

In a mess, no one noticed. A young man with a pale complexion and a black blanket, covered by smoke, seemed to be seriously ill, leaning against the wall and staggering into the dark alley beside him.

That's Merlin.

The out-of-control magic comes fast and goes fast.

The dark magic in his body seemed to punish the old liar who didn't know life and death. After he violently condensed into a dark storm and erased everything from the old liar, he quickly resignedly returned to Merlin's body.

The young man who turned into a dark storm has also returned to the mortal body. He has no scars on his body, and even his clothes are intact, even when he is consciously and instinctively escaping from the explosive shop, he still He took the old liar's wallet.

But this does not mean that Merlin will have no losses.

The old liar seemed to have opened some kind of "seal" in his body, and activated the already dark power of darkness again, as if the magic that was sleeping in his soul had completely awakened.

That power is undoubtedly evil. It took a life after its recovery. The old liar, who was incapable of living his sin, almost used his life as a sacrifice to release Merlin's "power".

This wasn't what Merlin wanted, he didn't have the ability to use that power now, he couldn't even mobilize it.

He could only feel the scorching and dark breath rushing in his veins, and no one knew what it would do in the next moment.

In the alley leading to the train station, Merlin walked forward weakly. Under the illumination of the street lights, Merlin's fingers were still wrapped with black smoke like the ash storm just now. It was very thin, and I couldn't see it without care. But this means that the magic has begun to infect his body...

His face was so pale that it was scary, and he walked in the shadow like a weak ghost.

Shadows, shadows wrapped around him, seemed to be waiting for Merlin's call, but the young people didn't want to call them at all.

His brain was muddled. After passively "finalizing" his life, he could hardly think about it. He just wanted to leave here, as far away as possible from the devil's green bell buried in the debris of the explosion.

That's an ominous thing...

It is even more dangerous than the power of the Sannomiya, because there are no restrictions on the gadgets. At least the power of the Sannomiya will not attack anyone without distinction.

However, Merlin did not know that after he left the city, something actually happened.

Four hours after the explosion, it was 4 o'clock in the morning.

After the firefighters in Chicago extinguished the flames of the psychic shop, and they would lose their breath, the bones of the old swindler who had been almost torn apart converged. When the police searched, they found other things.

"Sir, we found some burnt clothes and a box, which is not the property of old Peter. We can basically be sure that there was another person in the shop when it exploded."

A police officer reported their findings to his boss, and his remarks made it hard to make people think of something worse.

"So, you think this is not an accidental explosion? There are still some hidden feelings, right?"

In the middle of the night, she was called from his bed, and the sheriff who had been busy until now was very impatient. While drinking coffee, he looked at his subordinates, and he said without looking up:

"Any other discoveries? I mean, can you confirm the identity of the mysterious man with old Peter?"

"Uh, not yet, sir."

The young police officer scratched his head and said to his chief:

"Troubleshooting takes time, you know, that neighborhood is also very chaotic. Old Peter himself is a liar with a lot of convictions, and his social circle is chaotic."

"Then check it!"

The old sheriff patted the table, and now he didn't care how the old liar died and who killed him.

He just wanted to go home now and get a good night's sleep.

But as the police officer was about to respond to his boss, the door of the Chicago Police Office was suddenly pushed open.

A tall black man with a toad mirror, wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase, walked into the office and closed the door.

He took off his glasses, revealing the eyes as lean as eagles. He looked at the sergeant and constable in front of him, and took out a document from his pocket and put it on the sergeant's desk.

The document is very peculiar, its badge is a gray eagle spreading its wings on the background of the ring.

The three-word name on the circle is Strategic Scientific Reserve, a very quirky phrase.

The old sheriff glanced at the document, and his expression immediately became serious. He looked at the black man in silence before him, and he asked:

"When did you start handling these criminal cases?"

"We don't care about criminal cases, Sheriff Phils."

The black man opened the chair and sat opposite the sheriff. He calmly replied:

"So if a case requires us to intervene, then it proves that it is not a simple criminal case. Introduce yourself, the senior agent of the Strategic Science Corps Nick Fury, I came for the bombing last night, I heard, The Chicago Police Department found something unusual in the crime scene?"

"We found many things."

The old sheriff gave a glance at the police officer who was standing on the side. The latter put away the file and intended to leave, but Nick Fury's finger was pressed on the file.

This action is very polite and full of aggression. In a place like a police station, this kind of behavior can easily be regarded as a provocation.

The young constable looked at the old sergeant, who nodded slightly. The young constable glared at Fury a little bit dissatisfied, then he adjusted his clothes and turned away angrily.

Until there were only two sergeants and agents in the office, the old sergeant took a sip of coffee. He glanced at Fury, then reached out to open his drawer, took out a small box, and placed it in front of Fury. .

"But I think you might have come for it. This is the old Peter's collection. The entire store was blown up, but it was intact. More than 4 police officers reported to me when they were near this thing. , You will hear weird whispers, only the box that was discovered together can block that sound."

"This thing reminds me of those **** voodoo encounters in Vietnam that year."

The old sheriff looked at the box in front of him. He moved his body a little uncomfortably, as if he wanted to stay away from it.

"Well, it looks like the legendary green bell."

Agent Nick Fury was not afraid. He reached out his hand and opened the box. He saw the green bell in it. The quaint thing looked like a cultural relic.

"This thing is an unverifiable black magic creation. In the past, it will appear at least once every 100 years. Its traces are all over Europe, South America and some Indian tribes, each accompanied by a large-scale spiritual event. ."

"Your caution is commendable, Sergeant, you can say that you saved all the people in this building."

Agent Frey carefully put the box in his suitcase, locked the box with a secret of up to 12 people, and then smoothly collected the files on the sheriff's table.

He put on sunglasses and nodded slightly to the old sheriff:

"Sheriff Fells, it is our responsibility to contain these dangerous things, and this case was also taken over by the Strategic Science Corps. Let your lads forget it, it is good for us and each other."

"Ok"

The old sergeant did not disagree. In fact, he couldn’t wait for the indifferent black man to take away the terrible ghost, but before Agent Frey left, the old sergeant asked again:

"How is my old boss, Pierce?"

"He's fine. He specifically told me to come here as quickly as possible, just because his old friend is in trouble."

Fury smiled back and said to the sheriff:

"He misses you very much."

"Of course, Pierce is such a person. In Vietnam, without him, we old bones would never come back."

The old sheriff said with a smile, he waved at Fury:

"Then I won't give you away, Agent Frey, you see it too, I'm quite busy."

"Well, goodbye, sheriff. Good luck."

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"Child? Child, are you okay?"

On the train that left Chicago and headed to the next city, wrapped in black blankets, Merlin, surrounded by nightmares, was awakened by a gentle voice.

He opened his eyes blankly, under the sunglasses, there were two heavy dark circles. Obviously, he didn't sleep well.

At the sight, the night outside the train window is still deep, but dawn is coming.

Merlin got up from the seat by the lights of the carriage, and he saw an old man on crutches looking at him with concern.

The old man saw Merlin awake and handed over a handkerchief.

"Scratch blood, boy, you seem to need help."

Merlin froze, and he tried to breathe. As a result, a **** smell rushed into his nasal cavity. He wiped his nostrils, and his fingers were stained with blood again.

He has nosebleeds again.

The symptoms of magic erosion worsened.

"Thank you."

Merlin took the handkerchief from the old man and wiped his nosebleed clean. He looked at the deep night outside the window, and he suddenly remembered something terrible. He looked back at the old man, and he asked in a hurry:

"Now, when is it now?"

"Uh?"

The problem with Merlin made the old man stunned. The old gentleman on crutches looked at his watch and said to Merlin:

"It's 5:45, boy, what's wrong?"

"It's almost 6 hours..."

Merlin grabbed his hair in pain, and he fell into a strong unease:

"I actually slept for so long, hell, time, time is coming."

"What time?"

The old man asked again, and as a result, Merlin stood up from his seat, and he panicked toward the next carriage of the train, as if to leave here as quickly as possible.

And at this moment, as the train rushed forward, the train suddenly entered a tunnel, and the darker, more gloomy darkness enveloped the entire car at this moment, as if foreshadowing that something bad was about to happen. .

Merlin looked back if he felt, he looked at the old man behind him trying to help him, as well as the other people in the carriage.

In the field of vision, a cloud of black breath like smoke has completely filled the car and the train.

The source of the black smoke is his own.

"Wow"

With a loud noise, the fast-moving train seemed to be pushed outward by invisible hands, and the whole car jumped.

Merlin's entire body was thrown against the rolling car wall in a whirlwind, and several consecutive impacts made Merlin almost fainted.

At the next moment, a more terrifying collision shocked the whole train to a sudden stop in the harsh sound of friction.

A wailing, screaming, panic visible to the naked eye, in the flashing lights, heralded a disaster.

Merlin's worst nightmare finally broke out.

This train full of passengers...

Derailed.

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