The vest magic changes the earth

The Morris Building was still dark.

The white coat was horrified to see the door of the lump opened, and it squirmed, embracing its new life.

Beside Mr. Morris, the beautiful woman in the red dress who made him dare not look directly smiled happily.

Her curvaceous red lips raised: "Mr. Morris, it's time for us to deliver our little presents."

She covered the puddle of flesh and blood with her hands.

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Meanwhile, the NYPD,

Five minutes later, Alan sat together in a small room specially prepared by the police station.

The local police officers in New York opened the door for them with humiliated expressions, their cheeks still a little blue, and after Randolph attacked the police, they still temporarily succumbed to the power of the FBI.

Of course, this is only temporary.

When the door was opened, the police officer's face turned black, and he threatened Twain in a rough voice: "It's only half an hour. Under the law, even the Bureau of Investigation can't cover up those bastards who deserve to be shot."

Twin went in first, Allen followed with the fat cat in his arms, and Randolph was the last, the officer glared at him viciously.

"Don't think you can escape! Get your ass fucked in jail, boy!"

Randolph smiled at him, his teeth white.He slammed the door on his face without mercy.

"Mr. Carter, we should get to the point as soon as possible." Officer Twain said with a solemn expression, "Can you please explain in detail what you mean when you say you are in trouble?"

"No problem." Randolph looked him up and down, "Do you believe that there are extraordinary beings in the world?"

"If you didn't believe me, I wouldn't be here."

"Then let's be more specific. Do you believe in some indescribable existence? For example, demons, evil gods and the like." Randolph said with a smile.

"Trust...although I'd rather they didn't exist," Sergeant Twain answered brusquely.

"That's good. From this point of view, we already have a very good foundation for cooperation. Then, let everyone here leave here now, and don't stay near here after leaving."

"What?!" Officer Twen flatly refused, "This is unrealistic! The New York Police Department has more than 3 employees. Even if it is night, there are many people working here."

Randolph frowned, his expression a little impatient.

Seeing this situation, Allen immediately came out to try to mediate the atmosphere.

In fact, after getting along for a period of time, he found that Randolph seemed easy to get along with, with the easy-going humor of GM.But in fact, he is a sharp person in his bones, and even has a kind of withdrawn and meanness in the face of these mysterious things.

This may be due to his character itself, a genius is always withdrawn, or it may be related to his life experience.Or maybe both.We haven't known each other for a long time now, and Allen is not sure.

Allen interjected with a smile: "Agent Twain, if you are willing to come to this room, you believe us. You should also accept our advice. This is really important." He pointed to Randolph, "He will never be here. It's alarmist talk."

The expression on Twen's face was a little hesitant, and he emptied a police station at night, which was the largest city in North America.This is not a trivial matter, let alone something he can decide.Even if he is a special agent of the FBI, the state will never listen to him.

Just as Agent Twain was struggling, Randolph knocked beside him, put on his silly smile again, and squinted his green eyes to look out the window.

"Don't think about it, it's too late. They're already here."

The fat cat's fur exploded, and a low purring sound came from its throat.

Allen followed his gaze and saw that it was still night, and outside the window should be the night scene of New York, with twinkling lights and thousands of lights.

But what he saw was a deep darkness.The darkness outside the window is like a gaping mouth, greedy and secretive.

Randolph had already stood up, and he explained to Agent Twen.

"Let everyone find a place to hide, bring weapons, and don't move around."

Twain asked, "Will this resist these...?"

"No." Randolph didn't turn his head. "It's just luck at this time. These can make you feel more secure in your death."

At this time, Allen suddenly saw the darkness outside the window squirm.

Yes, it is ridiculous to say that the darkness moved, but Allen was sure that it really moved.

A terrible idea popped up in Allen's mind.

That, should be a living thing.

Randolph put his hand on his shoulder, "Stay still and find a safe place to hide yourself. Garfield, take care of the ordinary people next to you."

The fat cat poked its head out of Alan's arms and shouted at his back: "Hey, be careful!"

Randolph probably didn't bother to pay attention to them, and waved back perfunctorily.

He took out the sleeve arrow that he didn't know how to hide, snapped his fingers, and shot it out of the window!

There was a crisp cracking sound from the window, accompanied by some kind of painful roar, as if a corner of the darkness had been torn by him.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Randolph stepped on the window sill and jumped out of the gap.

Fat Cat and Alan watched his leaving back together.

The fat cat retracted its head, put its furry head on Allen's chin, and muttered softly, "Shit Carter, my name is Arthur."

Allen didn't answer, he slapped Fat Cat's head, rushed out the door, and kicked Agent Twen awake who was in a daze.

They fled out the door together, and it was only when Agent Twen realized that he glanced at Fat Cat and almost screamed like a girl.

"Cats... cats can talk!?!"

Fat Cat glanced at him, "Nonsense."

They were wandering around in the corridors of the police station like headless chickens. Allen had only thought about this and listened to Randolph before running outside.But when it comes to talking about where to go, he feels at a loss.

Sergeant Twen couldn't pin his hopes on a fat cat, even if he could talk.At this time, he was also watching Allen with his eyes.

Allen smiled wryly in his heart, this question was too out of line.

Some people in the police station downstairs have noticed this abnormality, which caused some riots.

Allen took a deep breath, stopped, and said to Agent Twen: "Agent, let them find a place to stay and be quiet first. The riots will only cause bigger troubles. As for the reason, you know better than me." familiar."

Twain took out his cell phone and looked at it. The signal was already very weak.It's somewhere between dying on the spot and being angry.

He took a breath and said, "There is a walkie-talkie in the duty room downstairs!"

They turned their heads and ran towards the duty room.

The darkness was still spreading. Originally, only the east side of the building was covered by it. When Allen ran, he could still see part of the scene outside the window, but now it looked completely dark.

I don't know what happened to Randolph...

At the same time, he heard whispers in his ears.Buzzing in his brain, it had already been there when Randolph rushed out, and now the sound became clearer and louder, making him feel sick and nauseous.

He pretended nothing happened, and still carried Fat Mao to the duty room.