The layered routine of vest essence

Wen Yu now has another question in his mind: Is this Zhou Hua really the builder of the system?Or is this system really just as it says, it has reached an agreement with the world consciousness to travel to this era.

After all, it is still possible that even this system was stolen.

Although Wen Yu is the host of the system on the surface, and the system treats him submissively, he never believes that there will be such a thing as a pie in the sky, whether it is the Zhou family who is sure to control him or the system is letting him go It seems to be reminding him that there is something wrong with him.

"It's so annoying..." Wen Yu turned his pen and looked at the screen, and finally began to doubt whether he was a human being.

Duobai didn't know the boredom in his heart, and was still playing cute foolishly, trying to make Wen Yu happy by using his real purpose of chatting with him.

"Forget it, let's talk about it." Wen Yu adjusted his mood and cut off the screen.

The Monster League is the opponent he specially found for MIA. The members in it are all kinds of strange, all over the country, and they act recklessly. The joy of working together with Ellis.

Compared with the free MIA that also has a leader, the Demon League is more like a loose platform. Members are free to come and go, and they can act according to their own preferences. Fortunately, the strength of the Demon League is respected, and the weak obey the orders of the strong. guidelines.

Now MIA's various cards have also begun to scatter to find targets, presumably not limited to flower-growing countries, but at this time in other countries, many people who have no background have long been reduced to weird paradise, the government may seek the help of other countries. Help, or just lie flat and let the capable masses do their thing, the whole world is a mess.

I have to say that the media has made great contributions. Many of the media that have suppressed the real situation are eloquent, and they have deceived many capable people to seek refuge in other countries. A new rule is slowly sprouting from people's hearts, and at the same time It also made people realize that human beings are really not the overlords on the earth.

Wen Yu looked at the degree of reality reversal that appeared in the lower right corner of the home page——66%, and seemed to understand why the system had to run away and let him play freely.

"Is it up to me to reach a certain percentage to open the final game?" He seemed to complain, "It will really cause trouble for me."

"Hey... Now that you've had enough MIA, let's go to the Monster League and play big."

Duobai, who watched from the beginning to the end, shook his short tail: "You haven't released Liang Xiao yet."

"I won't let it go." Wen Yu said capriciously, "My eldest son should also take a break, okay, how can he be a social animal like his father every day."

Duobai whimpered and complained to himself, calling the big bastard in his mouth, and you didn't show mercy when you demolished the house!

……

Huaguo, Abnormal Incident Investigation Bureau.

The director who took office half a year ago once again went into a rage at the meeting, the voice was so loud that it could act as an F-level eerie, after listening to a roaring meeting, everyone felt a sense of dizziness that almost resonated in their minds.

"You bastards! You can't even look at such a few props. Is it because I didn't approve enough funds or didn't give you enough time to rest? The 24-hour watch in shifts can make the prop warehouse stolen!"

"If you lose your props, you will lose them. There have been so many accidents recently, and few of them have been successfully resolved. Except for Jonathan who solved a few dangerous supernatural phenomena, what else can you do besides calling for help?"

"Also! Why didn't anyone report the strange loss of containment? You can't wait to wag the tail of the United States? Who is the taxpayer's money sent to the stomach of Biao Zisheng!"

The young and promising bureau chief thought complacently that he was a ferryman of the times, but he didn't expect that this group of useless subordinates would be on the verge of dismissal, and they were still secretly laughing at the meeting, with a look of It's none of your business.

Immediately, the feeling of brain congestion came up. If he was not in good health, he might really push over on the spot. Thinking of this, the director suppressed his anger and announced: "Our bureau has recently received many capable people from the Buda country. The time will be allocated to various departments, and the translators will be prepared by themselves, I don’t want any mistakes in the subsequent containment operations.”

"The meeting is over! Jonathan come with me!"

After half a year of tempering, Jonathan, who could no longer see that he was once timid, sneered silently, and walked out first, ignoring the eyes of the people around him.

"Sir." The two sat face to face in the office, just like the scene when they first met half a year ago.

The director's eye sockets are very deep, and when he looks at people, he always has a sinister feeling of planning someone. He said to Jonathan in a gentle tone: "I asked you to be in charge of the bride in box 031 half a year ago. You still have to take care of the bride in box [-]?" Blame me?"

When mentioning this matter, Jonathan's expression didn't change, and he still said casually: "What is there to complain about? If it wasn't for it, I wouldn't have the ability. Besides, wouldn't I have been taken care of by others long ago?"

The director's blond hair was already a little gray, and he said in a deep voice, "I just want to say that I don't regret my decision at that time, and now I have a more important task for you!"

……

Flower Country, North County Wil, late at night.

As we all know, in countries that allow guns, traveling at night is always risky. Except for some gangsters who know the terrain very well and like to do some sneaky things at night, most of them are running around for their lives. If you are unlucky enough to meet such a person, there is no chance for you to ask for help. The most comfortable way to die is to take one shot away.

Thompson Burney was a gangster who fled here from the next state. He personally killed his wife and children, and then fled with all his property. No one knew why he did it. Even before the incident, the surrounding His neighbors always thought he was a well-mannered gentleman.

At this time, there were very few people on the street. Occasionally, the shadows of a few cars flashed under the yellowish streetlights, and soon the bright colors returned to the ground. Thompson was wearing a warm jacket, a peaked cap that blocked his face, and sunglasses. A big beard makes him look like a slovenly tramp, and he doesn't look like he used to be neat at all. In his right pocket is a Mk24 pistol, which is covered by his coat, and on his left is a bag of Cigarettes and lighters.

— like all desperadoes who dare to go out in the middle of the night.

However, the difference is that he did not go to an unlicensed small hotel for a night, but walked to the corner and took out a classic pocket watch from his pocket. The back of the pocket watch had engraved patterns like snakes. It seems to be other creatures, obviously in the corner of the wall that is not illuminated by light, and the pocket watch has no luminous light, but people can see its whole picture strangely.

Thompson murmured into his pocket watch.

"My venerable Lord, please give me the guidance for the next step, so that more innocent lambs can return to Your embrace."

"The Miles family... Okay, your loyal believer Thompson Burney, will definitely complete your instructions perfectly!"

His eyes are wild, as if a grand carnival is about to take place, and he is the main messenger, dedicating more happiness to the gods in his mind.

The pocket watch in his hand closed with a "click", and on another street that no one had noticed, a distorted figure was winding under the street lamp. It was clearly on the solid concrete floor, but it seemed to be swimming in the river. Yes, a figure suddenly appeared on the street.

The old gentleman with a pocket watch in his hand was humming a strange song, his old cane was lightly touching the ground, as if he heard something, he walked slowly in one direction.

"Pocket watch made of bones

burn with the blood of a lifetime

enthusiasm

We shall bloom. "

"Hmph, this is an instruction given by the gods!"

In the alley are three sleazy gangsters, who seem to have just smashed a department store somewhere, and are excitedly dividing up the spoils at hand. Seeing their dazed appearance, they must be confused.

One of the yellow-haired thugs saw a passerby with no eyes coming in, and immediately shouted: "Hey old man, if you don't want to die, get out by yourself, don't get in the way here!"

The watch in the old gentleman's hand opened and closed, making a crisp sound. He seemed to be hard of hearing and couldn't hear the bastard's words clearly. Instead, he said with a pleasant face: "The people in this place are so enthusiastic, don't you invite me to join you?"

"Hey, where did this old lunatic come from? He is dressed like a dog." Another gangster with earrings spat on the ground disdainfully, pointed at the stains on the ground and shouted to him, "Come on! , I'll let you join after licking it clean."

"Have you ever heard the sound of bones dancing in the flames?" The old gentleman took two steps forward with his cane, and the clicking sound in his hand became more and more regular. He waved his cane excitedly, as if immersed in his own In the world, "that kind of crackling, like the singing of angels from heaven, so moving! So wonderful!"

"What bones, what crackling?" Seeing his weird look, Huang Mao felt a little apprehensive. After all, normal people would never think of what a lunatic is doing, and would subconsciously avoid the unknown. Mentality, "Hey, old man, have you not taken your medicine?"

"Hmph, it's too late, the flame of passion will purify all impurities." The three ignorant young people watched the helpless old gentleman walk into them slowly, and fell into a state of confusion in their faces. deep sleep.

"Oh, why does this blood have so many impurities?" The old gentleman tapped his cane, a little dissatisfied, "Hmph, let me see what my precious believer has harvested."

"Well, it feels good to be a god!"

With a "click", the thick black shadow under the street lamp turned into an orange light again, as if burning in a flame.

……

Early the next morning, Jonathan took a private plane and brought a personal assistant, Shi Shiran, to Wil State.

"Damn it, show me that weird report again, how can you run away like this..." He reached out his hand dissatisfiedly and asked the assistant for the report, the dark circles under his eyes showed how poor his sleep quality these days was.

The young and beautiful female assistant quickly handed over the information, along with a cup of hot coffee and a generous sandwich.

"Sir, according to the monitoring team's data, that weird moving route is indeed going all the way south. According to the usual practice, it should stay in Weier State for about a week."

Jonathan took a sip of coffee and flipped through the documents in his hand.

"Number 1775, code-named Invisible Shadow, danger level: high risk. Known ability: only appears in places with deep shadows at night, and has the ability to instantly kill ordinary people. There are currently no survivors. According to eyewitnesses, only one can be seen Flame, and a man wearing a high hat, suspected that the ability is related to flames. Currently rated S."

"Another S?" Jonathan sneered, "Why do those idiots mark everything with an S grade? Even the three-colored cat that can only swallow light bulbs is marked with an S grade, so what's the use of other grades?"

The assistant lowered his eyes and reminded softly: "Number 1250 light-eating cat can not only swallow light bulbs, but also can't shine light of any color in the places it has swallowed, because it is rated as S because of the large area of ​​influence."

"I know, what do you say?" Jonathan glanced dissatisfiedly at the assistant who had no eyesight at all, thinking that this kind of woman really has nothing to see except her face.

"Based on my ability to split everything, the shadow must be just a matter of raising my hand. For such a thing, the chief will ask me personally. I can only say that the more I live, the more I go back."

Jonathan satirized his superior in front of his assistant indifferently, obviously already very confident in his own strength.

But Jonathan is indeed very confident. He was appointed to monitor the "Bride in a Box" half a year ago, but he began to have nightmares day and night, until one day in the dream, he was crazily chased and killed by that woman. The already unbearable nerves broke in an instant. When he decided to fight to the death with that woman, the woman shattered in front of his eyes like a mirror.

Since then, he has obtained the supernatural ability named [Split]. As long as he is stared at by him for more than three seconds, he can turn the target into pieces of the ground, and the side effect is only insomnia.

Just a hammer!

Jonathan gritted his teeth and thought, if it wasn't for that damned woman, he wouldn't have such a side effect. God knows how much he lost in the past six months. The hair loss and loss of appetite caused by insomnia made him miserable.

Seeing his uncertain expression, the assistant next to him was also secretly terrified. Jonathan, as the ace of Huaguo, was very violent. I heard that the previous assistants could not stand his abuse and chose to leave.

"Do you need anything else? The governor has prepared a special car to pick you up and cooperate with the police station in this state to assist you in your investigation."

"Let's go, let me see how to deal with this thing that is both shadow and fire!"

As a state with a small area but a developed economy in Huaguo, the state of Virginia has a very large number of migrants every day. In addition to urging citizens not to go out at night, the government has also installed a lot of surveillance cameras on all streets and alleys. Therefore, although There are many criminals and gangsters running around, but the overall law and order is still good. Basically, the police can quickly investigate and monitor after receiving a report.

After investigating and monitoring, the police quickly put the suspicious clips on the big screen for Jonathan to watch.

"This is in an alley in District C. Three gangsters were set on fire by a person who couldn't see their faces. Because the flame temperature was too high, no complete body could be found, leaving only ashes on the ground. Our personnel Went to check, and the suspect's DNA was not extracted."

"This is a family with an independent courtyard in District D. When the incident in District C happened last night, a huge fire broke out in that house. According to the neighbor's dictation, it seemed that no one was calling for help, and it seemed that they heard Gunshots, out of consideration for their own safety, they did not choose to put out the fire, but let the fire spread to the courtyard by itself, and then extinguished."

"When our investigators went to check, there were already ruins all over the place, and the remains of the Miles family were also not found."

Looking at the bloody and weird photos, Jonathan sat up slightly: "Does he have the function of a body?"

"There is no explanation in the information." The assistant replied.

The guard in charge of the statement continued: "However, we found a suspicious person near Miles' house, that is, before the incident. After zooming in and connecting with the national system, we successfully found out the identity of this suspicious person. "

Jonathan took the found information.

"Thompson Johnny, from Qiaosan State, killed his relatives for no reason a week ago, and fled with the family's property. There is still a warrant for him in the local area."

"How about the method of killing?"

"...It's also arson."

Jonathan applauded subconsciously, with a look of determination: "Since it is confirmed that he is related to this matter, then shall I do it?"

"But!" the guard subconsciously retorted, "We don't have a search warrant, and we haven't gone through the review process."

"No, no, police officer, you don't understand." Jonathan shook his finger, as if he was in control, "This era has changed, and I am the one who has the most say."

"If I let him die, he must die!" Jonathan pointed his finger at Thompson's figure in the video, his mouth curled up, and his eyes were full of confidence.

I saw the figure in the picture shattering silently, turning into blood-red fragments all over the place.

"Okay, he's settled." Jonathan snapped his fingers, "Let me see what another lucky guy who has the opportunity to enjoy my ability looks like."

That piece of flesh and blood was still alive for a second... The guard subconsciously took a step back, looking at Jonathan with fear in his eyes, as if he was not looking at his boss or colleague, but a heretic.

Jonathan turned his head sensitively, grabbed the guard's arm and pulled him to his side. He said sullenly, "Restrain your eyes, I don't think you want to become like the one in the video, do you?"

Seeing the guard nodding wildly, Jonathan smiled in satisfaction, adjusted his crooked wig gracefully, crossed his legs and said, "Then let me go quickly."

The guard tremblingly transferred to the surveillance in C area, the old gentleman with his back to the surveillance bowed slightly towards the three flames, as if he had attended some kind of dance party, and stayed there for a while until the flames were reduced to ashes , floating into the air.

Jonathan squinted and activated his skills.

Unlike what he had imagined, the fragmented scene did not appear. The old gentleman played with the pocket watch in his hand and started to walk out with a cane...

"No! It wasn't like this at the beginning!" The guard looked at the surveillance screen in a panic, his eyes filled with panic, "He should have gone straight through the alley and disappeared at the surveillance intersection, not..."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Instead of walking towards the monitor."

The picture gradually became clear, and the face of the old gentleman was completely presented in front of everyone.

He has a pair of blood-red eyes, a gentle expression like a saint who has just returned from a chapel, short gray hair under a tall hat, and only two holes where the ears originally belonged.

"Hehehe, my lovely children, are you surprised?" He smiled strangely at the monitor, as if looking at the people outside the video, "Want to come to the feast of the gods? I will give you the best Enjoy and rest."

"Get lost, no need!" Jonathan's pupils contracted, revealing an unconcealable anxiety. He had used his ability many times, but the usually invincible split seemed to be ineffective in the face of this weirdness.

"I'll come to play with you tomorrow night, heh heh." The old gentleman sounded like he was coughing up phlegm, and he said in a heavy voice, "Thanks to you, my poor believers can't return to my warm embrace, so I have to hold the meeting." It's a dance!"

The pocket watch in his hand opened and closed "click" and "click", as if there was a kind of magic power, which made people feel agitated in their hearts and wanted to run away immediately.

The following scene was just like what the guard said, the old gentleman with a cane slowly left the darkness and walked into the warm light of the street lamp, leaving a purple six-pointed star on the street lamp by the way.

Jonathan blinked his dry eyes from using his ability many times, and felt the trembling in his heart for the first time.

Just as his [Split] can travel through time and space, the weirdness on the other side seems to be able to trace back time and space, and it can be precisely located on them now, and it seems to be completely immune to his ability.

"Damn it." He threw the document on the ground and shouted at the guard, "Go and call your superiors, now, immediately!"

"doing what?"

"Go and search for that weird body." Jonathan said firmly, "He must have an anchor in this place. This is our only chance to defeat the weirdness."

In the days when the weirdness is gradually increasing, people have gradually exchanged their blood and lives for the experience of dealing with the weirdness, and finally came to an iron law - all the weirdness will not be unsolvable, and the tangible weirdness will be attached to it. For something, it can be destroyed by destroying it, and it can be contained by taking it away; invisible weirdness has specific laws, as long as you find the law, you can escape, and sometimes you can use the law to control the weirdness.

But the reason is very simple, but the number of people who died under various strange hands is still rising, and the unstoppable weirdness is unbearable for ordinary people.

Fortunately, a businessman of unknown appearance and origin has appeared in various countries. He often sells some so-called items that can defend against weirdness or drive away low-level weirdness, ranging from electric fans and hair dryers to small mugs and sunny dolls. If you are lucky, you can meet it, and you can buy it with very little money.

Although rumors spread wildly in the market that he was also a weird person, no one cared about these details anymore—compared to the weirdness of eating human life, other side effects stood aside.

If you don't encounter it... then you can only pray that you are not involved in other weird incidents, or hope that the official processing speed that is as slow as a snail will speed up.

Following Jonathan's order, the police station in Wilshire became busy in an instant, especially the street lights in areas C and D, as well as various brightly lit places, were all searched carpet-like. As for what to search for? — all by intuition.

The complaining police officers never let go of the garbage dump, but no one knows what the so-called weird anchor point is, hat?cane?Pocket watch?Or a lighter?

Finally, looking at the pile of rags brought up, the corners of Jonathan's mouth twitched, feeling that his few hairs were about to leave his head completely.