Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Generally speaking, after losing sight, the blind's other senses become sharp.

This is the body's instinct to make up. In order to continue life, to fill the defects caused by the lack of vision, it will make other organs try to "replace" the role of the eye.

Merlin knew this, and he could understand the sound Matt made when he heard him move.

But what he couldn't understand was how the little Matt, who couldn't see anything in his eyes, could accurately distinguish his identity.

Perhaps feeling Merlin's doubts, Little Matt said softly:

"I can smell you."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Merlin immediately raised his arm and smelled it.

He didn't smell anything, he was a clean person.

"The smell on your body is different from others, Mr. Merlin. When you took me to the hospital, I remembered the smell."

Matt said:

"It tastes like ice cream, always with a special cold. So if you sit here, I know you are here."

"But I can't smell anything."

Merlin looked at the unfortunate child in front of him, he said with a smile, then reached out and touched Matt's hair.

More than a year has passed since he sent the accidental Matt to the hospital.

The 9-year-old's appearance has changed a lot when Merlin last saw him.

His chestnut hair was slightly longer, and the freckles on his face had lightened. Looking closely, the child was actually handsome in sunglasses.

He was taller than he was a year ago, and his body was thinner.

And, probably because of the loss of vision, the child looks more stable and silent than his peers.

He talked like a little adult.

"Your father went to the boxing championship on the Russian side and intends to transfer to become a professional boxer."

Merlin looked at Little Matt and he said:

"Before leaving, he entrusted me to see you. If he can, he intends to let you live in my house. Let me ask you, would you like it?"

"father..."

Mentioning his father, Matt's expression became sad.

He closed the books, turned around on the chair, his hands on his guide stick, and the movement was almost exactly the same as Merlin who was sitting on the bed with his cane.

The child wearing sunglasses "looked" at Merlin in his own way. He said:

"Did he really go to Russia?"

"of course."

Merlin said without changing his face:

"If you want to see him, I can take you to Russia now."

"You are lying!"

Little Matt suddenly broke out.

At this moment, the child squeezed the guide stick in his hand and screamed towards Merlin:

"You are all lying! Father, nun, and you, you are all liars! My dad didn't leave, he wouldn't leave me alone!"

"He just left in a hurry, because the league is about to start, he can't even say goodbye to you, Matt!"

Merlin's tone became milder, he said:

"He is a good father, you should know this better than anyone, he went so far, just to give you a better..."

"Dad is dead!"

Matt's next sentence completely interrupted all the lies that Merlin tried to weave.

Merlin looked a little surprised at the sobbing little Matt in front of him. At this moment, he suspected that others had revealed the news of Jack's death to Matt.

who is it? Is it Sister Maggie? Did Merlin misread the nun? Is her heart so vicious?

"I heard gunshots..."

Little Matt took off his sunglasses. He wiped his tears awkwardly. He said to Merlin intermittently:

"When I got into the taxi, I heard the voices of those people talking to Dad. They scolded people, they beat my Dad, I wanted to go down to help, but the driver with a strange accent wouldn’t let me go down, I heard Dad bleeding, I heard my father was knocked down on the ground, I heard..."

"They shot... Dad's heartbeat stopped, I heard it! I heard it all! You guys are lying to me!"

Merlin stood up, and he reached out to hold the excited little Matt. He said gently:

"No, that's not true."

"That's just some auditory hallucinations. Children like yours do occasionally have that kind of situation. Listen to me. Normal people can't hear those sounds. You're wrong."

Merlin reached out and gently held Matt's head in his arms. He said softly:

"Trust me, your father is still alive, he is in Russia, in Moscow, I don't need to lie to you, kid. I can take you there, I can even send him back to New York to accompany you."

The hugged Matt no longer struggled, he became quiet, and seemed to be listening in his ears. After a few seconds, he said to Merlin:

"Your heart beats a little faster, you are lying."

"Ok?"

Merlin looked at the child in his arms suspiciously.

Seemingly to confirm that what he heard was not false, Matt continued:

"There is something in your blood vessel, it flows with the blood. There are a lot of weird things in your left hand pocket of your clothes, there are guns, sticks, a lot of boxes that are covered together, there is something beating in the box... . I can hear it beating violently, like a sealed lightning bolt."

Matt looked up, and he looked at Merlin in doubt:

"How can you put so many things in your pocket?"

Merlin's expression became serious at this moment. He let go of Matt and squatted in front of him. He looked at the child and asked:

"What else can you hear?"

"I can hear a lot."

Little Matt's expression was also at a loss at this moment. He raised his head and "looked" at the window in front of him. He reached out to open the window, feeling the wind of the night, and the sound of the wind, he said:

"There are birds calling in the park, boats are advancing in the water, Tucker is bullying the women again, and I heard him whip them with a whip."

"I heard a car accident at the 11th street. The girl who was hit was not injured, but the driver's heartbeat was getting weaker."

"I heard a car stopped."

Matt stood up, and he looked to the east:

"On the edge of 6th Street, someone got out of the car, he was knocking on the door, he was shouting your name."

"Wait..."

At this moment, Merlin felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He took it out and glanced at it. It was a call from Coulson.

He picked up the phone and placed it in his ear. The next moment, he heard Colson's voice.

"Sir, are you at home? I'm at your door now."

At this moment, Merlin looked at Little Matt, he knew...

The child in front of him lost sight in an accident, but he got more.

Something that is surprising enough.

"I am not at home now."

Merlin asked:

"Are you in any hurry to find me at this time? Coulson."

"Jimmy encountered a supernatural incident in the middle of the city. When he was investigating, he accidentally discovered that the person concerned had something to do with you, sir. So he called to ask if you need to deal with it personally."

"Huh? Central City?"

Merlin frowned, and he said:

"Is it Mr. Henry?"

"Yes, Henry Allen."

Colson replied:

"He was involved in a murder case, and Jimmy has confirmed that this matter is related to the supernatural event."

"Okay, how can someone like Henry kill someone?"

Merlin smiled and asked casually:

"Who is the dead? What does it have to do with Henry."

Coleson's tone became a little heavy at this moment, he said to Merlin:

"The deceased... is Mr. Henry's wife, Mrs. Nora."

"Snapped"

At this moment, the mobile phone in Merlin's hands was completely crushed under the force of runaway.

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"Uh"

In the shining light of the long-distance shifting mantra, Merlin, wearing a trench coat and a cane, appeared in the central city, in front of the Allen mansion in his memory.

His body has not healed yet, so the long-distance movement across half of North America has caused him some pressure.

He coughed a few times, then leaned on his cane, and shrouded in the darkness, toward the mansion that had been closed.

The policemen of the Central City Police Station had pulled up warning banners all around and watched as Merlin walked towards them under the illumination of the street lights, the policemen planned to stop him from entering the crime scene.

Merlin took his documents from the trench-lined pockets and placed them in front of the policemen.

The conspicuous 6-level agent supervisor's logo made these policemen awe-inspiring.

According to the comparison between the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other departments, level 6 agents are equivalent to majors in the army and inspectors of the district police stations. Of course, this is only a theoretical class. Since agents and police are not a system, they are When necessary, these policemen can not stop Meilin.

But generally speaking, no one wants to cause trouble in the face of an organization like SHIELD that belongs only to the World Security Council. So these police officers took a step back and made way for Merlin.

Merlin's expression was very gloomy.

Although he had little contact with the Allen couple in these years, the couple occupied a very important position in his life.

Like Old Stan and Vico, they had given Merlin the strength to insist when he was desperate.

Especially the kind-hearted Allen couple is Merlin’s memorable friend.

But now, his friend suffered bad luck.

"Sir!"

Jimmy Wu, an S.D.O.L.D. level 3 agent who was collecting evidence in a messy room, immediately greeted his chief when he saw Merlin.

Merlin waved his hand and motioned for him to keep busy with his own affairs.

He stood in the living room covered with blood and stains, and the past events were still vivid.

He still remembered the delicious breakfast he had eaten in the Allen mansion. He also remembered Mrs. Nora's slightly fearful but still kind-hearted expression, and remembered that Henry kept his sincerity.

Merlin closed his eyes and stroked the chair next to it. A few years later, the chair was placed beside the dining table as before.

He sighed.

Sure enough, he was doomed. A few years ago, he thought that the Allen and his wife had escaped the doom that followed him, but a few years later, the doom that had passed away came back.

"Anything found?"

Merlin asked.

Beside him, Agent Jimmy looked at the notes in his hand and said to his chief:

"There are not many valuable discoveries, Chief Merlin. We just detected weak energy residues in the house. Those energy are rapidly dissipating. The deceased was stabbed in the heart by a knife. The murderous technique is precision. Did not suffer much."

"Not Henry!"

Merlin says:

"Absolutely not him."

"But only his fingerprint is on the knife, which is clear."

Agent Jimmy said a little embarrassedly:

"And what was on the scene at that time, except for Mr. Henry, was only his child. Although we knew there must be some hidden feelings in it, we couldn’t prove it. The energy was so weird that we couldn’t even leave it there. evidence."

"Then check!"

Merlin said to the agents around him:

"Leave all the affairs you have at hand, focus on this matter, check it! Find out the result!"

"Yes, sir."

Agent Jimmy accepted his new mission. As a member of S.D.O.L.D., he was used to dealing with these gods and gods.

"Where is Henry and his children?"

Merlin asked, Agent Jimmy replied:

"Mr. Henry is now at the police station. Little Barry was temporarily taken to his home by a sergeant who was a friend of the deceased and Mr. Henry. The body of the deceased was in the morgue of the police station, but IMHO, Sir, there are no suspicious points on the body, I have already seen it."

"Ok."

Merlin nodded. He stopped talking and turned away from the house.

Standing in the night, Merlin looked back at the Allen mansion behind him. He could imagine how happy and peaceful the place was, but now it has become a place of death.

An unknown and disastrous place.

He clenched his fists.

He didn't know if this thing should happen, he didn't know if it really had anything to do with him, but the guilt in his heart had never been so strong.

Merlin wants to do the right thing, fight for order, for the person he cares for, for the person he loves, but this time, the person he cares for may be injured because of him.

This made Merlin very heavy, and the kind of pressure almost made him breathless.

Under the dim starlight, he raised his head and looked at the sky above him. He gritted his teeth and asked word by word:

"Do I have to?"

"you guys!"

"Do I have to do this!!!"

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