Shadow of the Beautiful World

His body is healing itself, sir.

In the medical room of the ghost base, the base medical officer checked the condition of the unconscious eyeless man Gordon, then injected him with some medicine, then turned to Merlin who was standing aside and said:

The self-healing speed is quite fast. After a few hours, the obvious external injuries will heal. Of course, his internal organs will heal at a slower speed, but in fact, he has not suffered fatal injuries.

Well, what about his mental state?

Asked by Merlin, the medical officer shrugged and said:

Obviously very unstable, even in a coma, he had tetany, which proves that he has been in a state of tension, even in a coma, he can't calm down. He may have just encountered something dangerous, maybe a fight, maybe Scared, wait.

All right.

Merlin nodded, and he signaled the medical officer to rest.

After the medical officer, Merlin stared at the unconscious Gordon, his face full of doubts.

Gordon is a strange alien. He has no eyes and relies on developed perception instead of vision. Merlin heard from Lincoln that Gordon's perception is very keen. He can clearly perceive the last objects and life, as if there is a A pair of mind eyes.

This may be an advantage in normal times, but right now, it has become a thorny problem.

The Dementia Curse must be triggered by eye contact, but Gordon has no eyes, which means that Merlin cannot use the Dementia Curse to read his memory, and has no way of knowing what happened to this alien before, and what caused it to happen. He teleported to Merlin in embarrassment, what caused Gordon to lose his memory, and most importantly, who was that messenger?

Lincoln had told Merlin before that a mysterious guest had come to the 'Afterlife' organization, but Gordon and the other elders were silent about it, which proved that the guest was extraordinary, but no matter where he came from, he must have some kind of Purpose or task to contact aliens.

Merlin suspects that the messenger Gordon asked him to rescue should be the stranger's guest.

After thinking about it, he felt that to solve this endless matter, he probably had to start with Gordon.

So, I want to restore the memory first... It's really troublesome.

Merlin took out his mobile phone, and he called an unfamiliar number. After a while, the call was connected.

Hello, Agent Merlin.

The chief officer of .b, the calm voice of Agent Z with a full beard came from the other end of the phone:

I have to thank you for helping us find the 'ghost'. Clark visited us a week ago. He was very friendly and willing to accept .b's help. You helped us solve a problem that has lasted for more than 20 years.

oh?

Merlin made a nasal sound of interest, and he asked:

Then can you tell me, Clark Kent's race? Where is he from?

Well, this information is supposed to be confidential, but since you contributed to this matter, it doesn't matter to tell you.

Agent Z said slowly:

Clark comes from Krypton, which is a planet located 21.7 light-years away from the earth. From the perspective of the stars, it is not far from the earth. The physical fitness of Kryptonians is nearly a hundred times stronger than that of Earth people. Out-and-out 'Superman', unfortunately, according to the information we have collected so far, Krypton was destroyed 20 years ago.

destroyed?

A trace of surprise flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he asked:

How was it destroyed? War? Or something else?

This is not clear.

agent z said:

We heard the news about Krypton from some friendly alien friends. They don't know much, but what is certain is that the destruction of Krypton was caused by geological disasters. Stable and die, fall apart...so if nothing else, Clarke should be the last Kryptonian in the galaxy.

It sounds really miserable.

Merlin commented, he said:

Then how are you going to deal with Clark's problem? I heard that not only we know about him, but also some more dangerous and less law-abiding people are also looking for him.

You're talking about the Tianyanhui, right?

Agent Z's tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about something meaningless, he said:

They are not a problem. .b has issued an official warning to the Sky Eye Society. We also have agents who are always paying attention to Clark's life on Earth. If the Sky Eye Society dares to continue to harass the guests under the .b system, then they will receive a A more 'stern' warning.

I'm curious what you guys are going to do?

Merlin asked:

Would you beat them?

Oh, trust me, Agent Merlin.

Agent Z said in a mysterious tone:

We don't just 'beat' them.

Merlin exchanged a few words with Agent Z again, he glanced back at the unconscious Gordon, and he started chatting about business.

That's right, Agent Z, I heard from you last time that your department is equipped with very mature amnestics, so I think, since you can erase memories, you must be able to restore them, right?

Well, the new amnestics do have the function of restoring memories.

Agent Z did not hide anything, he said directly:

But to use the memory recovery function, you must go through several applications. This function can only be used in critical situations. After all, those who can be erased by our agents with amnestics are dangerous or restless living organisms.

I need you guys to do me a favor.

Merlin says:

I have a stranger here, you know the stranger, right?

Ok, I know.

Agent Z replied briefly:

It is said that their birth has something to do with aliens. This is only known when .b exchanged information with S.H.I.E.L.D. It is said that this information came from your investigation?

right.

Merlin says:

It does have something to do with me. Let me make a long story short. The alien on my side didn't know what he suffered, which caused him to have amnesia. And this amnesia may be related to some lives from outside the earth, so I think Please help him recover his memory.

Oh? Some extraterrestrial life that entered the earth without registering at the star port?

Agent Z's tone became serious, he pondered for a moment, and said to Merlin:

Well, this is already within the scope of our work, how about this, I will send Agent J to assist you.

He said:

You can meet him in Queens, New York, or tell me an address and I'll tell him to come straight to you.

J?

Merlin says:

Is that the young black agent? The guy who always works with an old agent?

right.

agent z said:

J is the rising star of our New York branch. Since he joined the job, he has successfully handled many emergency affairs related to extraterrestrial life. He has rich experience. Although he is occasionally reckless, he is naturally suitable for this line of work. I I mean, he was lucky. As for K, K is getting old, unfortunately, he retired a few months ago.

All right.

Merlin nodded, he looked at the time, and said to Agent Z:

Then please get j ready. I may go directly to the contact point to find him in 10 minutes.

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Ten minutes later, with the distorted light of the Displacement Curse, Merlin grabbed the newly awakened Gordon and came to a park in Queens, New York.

At this time of dawn, the park was empty, and Merlin could easily see a lonely person sitting on the steps, wearing a black suit, wearing sunglasses, with short hair, looking very lean. black agents.

That's j.

They also had contact in .b's elevator before.

Uh, where is this?

Gordon, who was in a daze due to amnesia, rubbed his still sore chest, and said to Merlin beside him:

Are we going home? My home isn't here...why is it so dark? I can't see, did someone turn off the lights? Turn on the lights! Hey bastard, turn on the lights!

Be quiet.

Merlin looked at the bastard who had been wiped out of his memory and turned into a bit of a slut beside him. He flicked his fingers, and the black mist spread on Gordon's limbs, taking over Gordon's actions.

He led Gordon, who was walking stiffly, towards Agent J, who was sitting aside, who seemed to be thinking and recalling something. The latter also had keen senses. When Merlin approached, he turned his head and stood up.

Hello, Agent Merlin.

J said to Merlin lukewarmly:

I have been ordered to assist you.

What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?

Merlin looked at J in front of him, and said:

You were not like this when we met last time. You were very happy last time.

nothing.

J obviously didn't want to talk more about himself. He took out the silver pen-like amnestic from his pocket, and then turned his head to look at Gordon beside Merlin. As a result, he frowned quickly:

Is this the alien who lost his memory?

right.

Merlin looked at J's expression, and he asked:

Any questions?

He has no eyes!

J held the amnestic device and gestured the following in front of Gordon's eyes, he said:

The amnestic uses light as a carrier, and he can't see anything, which means that the memory recovery function of the amnestic is useless to him...

Then what to do?

Merlin also frowned.

Well, we have to use other methods.

J rubbed his chin, he said to Merlin:

There is a device in the .b headquarters that can revive memories through high-speed vibrations, but it takes half a month to apply. I also know that there is a weapon smuggling shop run by aliens in Brooklyn. There should be an original, unregistered antique in there, which is said to restore memories as well.

Smuggling shop?

Merlin looked at J in surprise, he said:

Or smuggling alien weapons? Don't you care? Just let the aliens do whatever they want?

Uh... this involves some official affairs.

J shrugged in embarrassment, and said to Merlin:

Jack Gibbs is not just a smuggler of alien items, not just a pawnbroker. He is also a well-informed man among the stars. He is one of the most important sources of intelligence for . Special, so somewhat special treatment.

As for the alien weapons it sold...

J said calmly:

Most of them have actually been registered in .b. Jack's illegal business is actually more of an entertainment hobby. Its race naturally likes to do these illegal activities.

Oh, that's how it is.

Merlin nodded knowingly.

He's also a good agent, and he's no stranger to informants.

Because the earth is currently not capable of entering the stars, but it has an official department that manages the affairs of the stars. In order to better perform its duties, .b found some well-informed guys among the aliens in exile on the earth as informants. It is also understandable.

Let's go, don't waste time.

Merlin stepped forward, put his hand on J's shoulder, and said to J:

Where is that place? And, are you seasick?

At the intersection of 17th Street in Queens, it's easy to find. It's called 'Gibbs' Pawn Shop'.

J glanced at Merlin's hand on his shoulder, and said:

I'm not seasick, and don't be so close, we're not close yet, I mean...

swish

Before J finished speaking, the figures of the three people disappeared in the distorted light. The next moment, they appeared in a ball of beating light at the intersection of 17th Street, Queens, where there was only one seat left.

Merlin was quite familiar with this place, it was not far from May and Ben's home.

vomit

Jumping in space is Gordon's instinct. Even if he has amnesia, this alien will not feel uncomfortable because of the transfer spell, but Agent J, um...it seems that he lied just now.

Merlin looked at J who rushed all the way to the trash can and vomited, he shrugged.

This guy is absolutely seasick, and a serious one at that.

J won't be able to recover for a while, so Merlin looked at him, and led Gordon to push the door and walk into the Gibbs' Pawnshop decorated with crappy neon lights.

The pawn shop is still open at this near-dawn hour.

When Merlin walked in, he saw a guy in checkered clothes, with ugly hair parted in the middle, and two eyes that were very uncoordinated. He was tidying up his counter swiftly.

When Icarus saw him, the biometric information analysis immediately started on Icarus' glasses. Obviously, the artificial intelligence in the glasses modified by George also detected the particularity of the creature in front of him.

Hello, guest.

This ugly guy, who looks like an alien, has a surprisingly good service attitude. He turned his head to look at Merlin, and said:

Is there anything Jack can do for you? Are you in a hurry? Or do you need to look at some interesting collections?

I need something.

Merlin sat in front of the alien in a leisurely manner. He knocked on the glass counter and said to the guy in front of him:

I heard you have a memory restorer here?

No, no, guest.

Jack's face changed, and he denied:

You are looking for the wrong person, maybe you should go to the science fiction bookstore and look for it.

let me see...

Merlin ignored this alien with poor lying skills. He moved his eyes, and Icarus quickly scanned the hidden compartments hidden on the counter and walls of the pawnshop in front of him, as well as the pulling mechanisms.

Merlin flicked his fingers, and a cloud of black mist hit the baffle under Jack Gibbs' feet. The next moment, the walls and counters around the store opened outward, as if turning from a pawn shop into a gun shop. shop the same.

All kinds of weird weapons appeared in front of Merlin's eyes.

There are silver ones that look very sci-fi, and there are also weapons filled with venom like those made by alchemists. Merlin glanced over, and he quickly noticed a gun...

The shape of the ray guns used by the soldiers of .m is almost exactly the same.

swish

The sharp long sword Buster touched the alien's neck the next moment, and Merlin pointed to the ray gun hanging on the wall with a cold face, and asked:

Who did you sell that weapon to?

Be honest!

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