greek gods in new york

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Before I left, I still felt that Rocky was making a fuss.

With Fernando around, what could go wrong?I always have 100% trust in him.

However, when Fernando took me the next morning and drove for an hour along the road to the no-man's land until the mobile phone signal completely disappeared, I decided to take back my previous disdain.

Before I arrived, I was worried that there would be homeless people occupying the ruins of the base, thus destroying the clues that might have existed; only after I arrived did I realize that I was too naive.

——Who would come to this place where there are no villages or shops? !

It is because I am too shallow, and my understanding of the term "no man's land" is not clear enough.

Fernando parked his favorite off-road vehicle outside the ruins of the base. He walked in front and pushed open the iron gate that no one had visited for more than ten years.

The long-term weathering has completely rusted the barbed wire fence and the front door, and the mottled red bare () is exposed. Fernando exerted a little force, and the door leaf made a rattling noise, barely opening a gap.

"I'm curious."

I couldn't bear to look directly at the dilapidated courtyards and collapsed houses: "Where did your water and electricity come from?"

Fernando didn't look back: "There is a generator, and the water is bought from the nearest town. Be careful when entering the room, no one maintains it, it's a bit dangerous."

Ok.

Located in the center of the base are three rows of two-story houses in Huizihang, most of which have been destroyed by nature.

Fernando led me familiarly through the side door and entered the room—although most of the ceiling collapsed, and the sky was above my head—what caught my eye was a rather 90s-style architectural style.

It's like stepping into a scene from Resident Evil or Silent Hill.

"At that time, this was the hall, the second floor was the archive room, and the laboratories were on the east and west sides," Fernando introduced, "the location where the energy of 'that thing' is stored is—"

"The third floor."

I answered, causing Fernando to turn around abruptly.

17 years have passed, I raised my head and looked at the dilapidated ceiling.

The energy of that thing is still in place.

"Can you go up?" I asked Fernando.

"The emergency stairs to the north should not have been blown up," Fernando replied hoarsely, "Chica, what did you notice?"

"I can feel... hear..."

I turned my head and carefully identified the voice in the wind: "The energy of 'that thing'."

Fernando was silent for a moment.

"Perhaps it was right to bring you," he said. "Come with me."

Along the way, he avoided all dangerous positions as carefully as possible.

It is said that the emergency staircase was not blown up, but after a long time, it has become dilapidated.

"Be careful."

Fernando stepped up a few steps first, then turned around and stretched out his hand towards me: "It will be troublesome if you step through the air."

As Fernando said, he stomped his feet, and as he moved, the dust kept falling, and the thin floor trembled slightly.

I looked at him in shock: "...Well, Fernando, there may be a sentence that is not very pleasant."

Fernando: "Huh?"

Me: "You really think about losing weight!"

Fernando couldn't help but dragged me upstairs.

The higher you go, the more intense the energy of "that thing".

Like in the school building on the night of the homecoming dance, the presence of "the thing" almost melted into palpable substance as we ascended the second floor.

【——Don't worry. 】

"What?" I looked at Fernando blankly.

Fernando, who was walking in front, was taken aback: "What, chica?"

Me: "You didn't speak?"

Fernando turned around and opened his hands to me.

That's what it means to not have.

Then what I just heard...

【—You stay here and don’t move, I’ll go to the dormitory and call the researchers. 】

A icy chill ran down my spine to my forehead.

Slightly hoarse baritone, I have heard it since I was a child, and it is impossible to mishear the godfather's voice.

This was clearly Fernando's voice.

【—Listen to me, no matter what happens or what happens, don’t come out, okay? 】

Compared with the airy hall, the building on the second floor is well preserved.

As soon as I stood firm and raised my head, I saw another blurry figure beside Fernando heading towards the stairs behind us.

"..."

Help!

My scalp is going to explode!

It was daytime outside, the weather was fine, the sunlight came in through the windows, and the dilapidated old corridor on the second floor was extraordinarily bright.

It was also because of this that the figure that had just passed by appeared to be more abrupt and strange.

I hurriedly poked my head out from the corner of the corridor, but didn't see any shadow.

Fernando frowned sharply: "Did you sense something, Nicole?"

Yes.

And Fernando couldn't see or hear.

Even after that vague figure disappeared, I could still feel the existence of "him".

【—Maybe it’s just a temporary abnormality in the reading, and the situation you mentioned will not happen. 】

The voice of "Fernando" was very clear in my ear, but he himself did not perceive any sound.

【——2001年7月30日晚上8:15，记住了吧？】

My heart was beating wildly.

this date...

The date "Fernando" mentioned was exactly the date when the energy stored by Lazarus went out of control and blew up the base!

I grabbed Fernando in real life.

"there."

Although the flashing figure frightened me, I still insisted on pointing in the direction where "he" came.

"What was it doing over there?" I asked.

Fernando glanced at my direction with a complicated expression: "It's the archives, but all the documents have been transferred."

I gritted my teeth.

That is to say, after "Fernando" left the archives back then, he said to call the researchers, but in fact he went directly to the third floor.

"I heard... probably 'the thing'."

I said to Fernando: "Now I understand."

Fernando: "Then what did you hear?"

I shook my head slowly: "Let's go to the third floor and have a look."

Fernando didn't speak again.

He took me on up.

As the sense of existence of "that thing" becomes more real, the voice in the ear becomes more and more clear.

As I climbed to the third floor, there was more than just "Fernando" in the conversation.

In reality, my godfather took me to the room where the energy of "that thing" used to be stored.The heavy iron door was distorted and deformed as if it had been hit by something, and Fernando kicked it open easily.

There is no light source or windows in the closed room, and the surrounding walls are reinforced with alloy.

There was a container in the middle that was almost in the shape of an iron vat, and a huge hole was opened as if it had been exploded.

BB, who was put in my satchel, couldn't stop crying.

【What happened? 】

[The energy is out of control, we must deal with it immediately, if we continue to let the storage go, the whole base will explode! 】

【How to do? 】

[Bring over the prototype of energy transfer, do you remember the password? 】

【I remember. 】

[Then——what are you doing? ! 】

I took out the petri dish in my satchel and shook it a few times: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The mood of BB in his arms gradually settled down.

It opened its eyes and looked at me.

For a split second, I seemed to understand why BB was so disturbed.

The energy of "that thing" around is too strong, even after more than ten years after the explosion, it can still be compared with the energy I encountered before.

I hold my breath.

The next moment, the black shadow that just disappeared appeared in front of me out of thin air.

"He" strode over, only half a foot away from me.This startled me, and I took several steps back, but the target of the black shadow was not me.

In the empty closed room, there were many figures busy in front of the equipment.

The black shadow striding in went straight behind the nearest shadow, "he" stretched out his hand, and twisted the opponent's neck in an extremely neat way.

And the shadow with its back facing the shadow disappeared.

The other shadows turned their heads one after another, as if in a daze, as if frightened, and some wanted to escape.

【Oh it's you--】

【How can it be--】

【Adze 屼綘鏄寄巧——】

After that, I gradually began to fail to understand.

But under the shocked posture of all the shadows, I saw that black shadow standing in front of the huge operating table and pressing a certain button.

Immediately afterwards, all the shadows disappeared as if being blown away by the wind.

"Nicole?"

Fernando's gentle voice sounded behind me.

I close my eyes.

The existence of "that thing" will record some memories that do not know where they came from.

I have heard the voices of other people, even other gods, in his body, and one of them is very clear.

In Los Angeles, I heard the words of "that thing" when it made a deal with the Old Gods.

I have never heard that voice, I can only hear endless pain and anger from the old god's tone.

He said that he was betrayed by humans, and sooner or later he would come to the end of disappearance.

Therefore, the old god chose to accept the conditions offered by "that thing".

What conditions are provided?I am not sure.

But as far as I know about "the thing", he must be hoping that the old gods will help him blend into the real world.

What would I do if I were this old god?

I will find a way to join them after hearing that the New Gods have launched the Lazarus Project, and then destroy the plan at the moment before the key is researched.

The BB in my arms yelled "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" and brought me back to reality.

I turned around and looked at Fernando.

Fernando is not my godfather's name.

His name was Tezcatlipoca, supreme father and lord of the night in Aztec mythology.

In the sixteenth century, the Spaniards invaded the Aztec Empire.

His people, his civilization, and his city were all burned by the guns held by the European colonists.

The Spaniards set off a big fire, countless precious treasures and works of art, the fruits of thousands of years of cultural accumulation, melted into a huge golden ball under the cheers of the colonists, and paid tribute to the people living thousands of miles away. Royalty.

Politics, economics, culture, nothing remains.

Tezcatlipoca becomes Fernando.

Tall, strong, with a face of mixed race of whites and Indians, the rough face is full of wind and frost and stories, just standing on the ruins already looks so cold and threatening.

Fernando had been undercover in Mexico, and he knew how to kill.

But at this moment, he still looked at me with gentle and concerned eyes.

"Fernando."

I tried my best to maintain a calm voice: "You are the rebellious old god mentioned in the project book, aren't you?"