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The family finished their meal, as if it had been repeated thousands of times. The three of them went about their own business without saying a word and went out.

Preston walked towards the nearest 08b balance point. He was going to replace the potion he broke.

During this period, Zhang Lin kept following him, and the little girl who saw him kept peeking at him secretly.

When they were saying goodbye, the little girl approached him and told him her name: "My name is Lisa."

And Zhang Lin also left a mark on her body. He had enough reason to cast more eyes on this girl who could see him with the naked eye.

Along the way, he was trying to find ways to delay Preston from going to the Balance to collect the potion, but this guy was well-trained, and he tried to trip him down several times without success.

It's useless to induce other people to bump into him. Pedestrians who have no emotion will not be angry, not to mention that he is wearing the clothes of a high priest. People who are knocked down will even nod and say hello.

Preston himself also realized that something was wrong. There seemed to be a pair of invisible hands manipulating him, blocking him, and not wanting him to get the potion.

My mood, which was already starting to get turbulent, became more and more urgent. It couldn't be like this, it definitely couldn't go on like this.

You must get the medicine injection immediately, otherwise you will become a criminal by activating your emotions!

His steps were getting faster and faster, and Zhang Lin who was following him became more and more anxious. If he could not be stopped, the next action would not be possible.

He hoped that the historical inertia of this world would be strong enough to prevent him from being attacked by resistance groups before he reached the balance, and he would not be able to get the potion.

As he walked, Zhang Lin noticed a gaze falling on him again.

It was a middle-aged man wearing dark blue work clothes. His eyes kept following Zhang Lin, and he seemed to have spotted this guy who had been following the senior priest.

However, the clothes here were mainly dark colors. Zhang Lin's black robe did not make him suspicious. There was a priest leading him in front, so he looked away after a few more glances.

This made Zhang Lin even more confused. He was the little girl before, and now he is a middle-aged man. What happened?

Before he could react what was going on, the man who had walked out not far away suddenly turned pale, put his hands on his chest and fell to his knees.

The people around him stopped to watch, with no emotion on their faces. The man twitched on the ground and no one offered a helping hand. The man fell to the ground and twitched a few times, then stopped.

In a pair of indifferent eyes, a life passed away.

Zhang Lin looked at those cold eyes and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Is it caused by drugs, or are people just so indifferent?

Preston also stood there, looking at the fallen middle-aged man, and then at the cold eyes around him. He felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't understand what was going on.

Several armed soldiers in black uniforms came over, checked the man's condition, confirmed that he had stopped breathing, and dragged him away without any rescue measures.

It seemed that it was not a person, but a machine that suddenly broke down and was cleaned and thrown away by the repairman.

Zhang Lin watched the body being dragged away. A wisp of black paint floated out from the body and slowly spread in the air.

It was very fragile and flimsy, wavering in the air and then slowly dissipating.

Even when I died, I was still suppressing my emotions with the medicine. I couldn't feel fear or pain. I was alive just because I was still alive.

No thoughts, no impulses, no thoughts.

Without the support of emotions and obsessions, he was deprived of the qualification to leave traces in the mysterious world.

The body was dumped haphazardly on the street, and after a patrol car came to confirm its identity, it was sent to an incinerator for destruction.

Everything seemed to have been dealt with, and the crowd of onlookers began to move again. A life disappeared in front of their eyes, without causing any waves in their hearts.

Preston also turned around and left, just as a low-flying airboat floated over his head. The surface of the huge inflatable boat projected images from inside, and the Pope's cold brainwashing declaration came from high altitude.

"Sin is excitement, anger, fear, joy, and sadness. Remove emotions and regain a new life. We will usher in world peace..."

With those cold words, Preston felt a little cold walking on the street.

Unconsciously, he tightened his collar to let the uniform bring him more warmth.

Zhang Lin saw his movements and followed him slightly slower.

After staying with the ghostly Death for a long time, human beings will gradually become weak, the life-sustaining energy in the body will gradually subside, and they will slowly die under the infection of dark forces.

This is similar to Zhang Lin being eroded by the mark of death, but it is more violent and deadly.

In order to avoid our poor protagonist's untimely death, Zhang Lin had to temporarily give up his plan to continue following him.

Of course, it's not really leaving, but flying directly to high altitude for remote observation.

High in the sky, you can see billowing smoke rising from a tall building in the distance, soldiers are under martial law, and voices are continuously playing in the air.

"Affected by terrorists, this site is temporarily closed. Please go to 8a Balance Department...Affected by terrorists, this site is temporarily closed. Please go to 8a Balance Department..."

The voice played over and over again, and Preston stood there, looking up at the tall building in a daze.

Zhang Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Just like in the movie, getting the medicine was unsuccessful.

But then again, in the movie this place was only temporarily blocked, but now it looks like it was bombed.

Several tear holes appeared in the center of the -meter-high building, as if it had been chewed by giants to expose the inner space. Strong winds blew through, and whining and howling could be heard in the air.

A flash of inspiration occurred, and he remembered what happened when he absorbed dark energy and lost control.

I was delirious at the time, as if I saw a knife-shaped spaceship passing through the sky. Isn't it a hallucination?

That's not right. If Maya also came to this world, she wouldn't be so peaceful and would probably find a way to contact her.

A white car drove from a distance and slowly stopped behind Preston.

The black man in the car had a fake and stiff smile on his face, and lowered the window: "Get in the car, this place is closed. Let's go to the 8a balance office to get medicine."

Preston's face was expressionless, but the fist on his side tightened slightly, he opened the car door and sat in it.

"paralysis!"

Zhang Lin cursed secretly, as expected, something went wrong.

In the movie, the Balance Office wouldn't close so early. The black people should have thought that Preston had taken the medicine, but now they actually went to get the medicine together!

He straightened up and quickly followed, going straight through the roof and into the back seat of the car.

Preston suddenly felt that the coldness that had just improved seemed to be getting worse again, and he tightened his collar unconsciously, while the black man laughed strangely.

"The weather is getting cooler, but it will warm up soon."

Preston didn't like this nagging guy very much, so he ignored it and turned his head to look out the window.

After a few minutes of driving, the vehicle slowly stopped at the balance point 8a.

The black man picked up the pistol placed in front of the steering wheel, checked the load, and then put it into the gun bag.

"Go in, maybe I have to take the time to adjust my syringe. It's really inconvenient for me to inject every time during working hours."

Seeing his actions, Preston asked coldly: "Is there a mission?"

The black man checked all the equipment on his body, even the gloves that increase friction and prevent the blood from getting wet on his palms and letting the gun fall out of his hands.

Glancing at him, he said, "Priest, one day you will realize that I am a person who likes to be always prepared."

Preston took a deep look at him, opened the car door, and walked towards the gate of Balance Point 8a.

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