The next morning, Merlin returned to the ghost base in Kansas with a cold face.

He sat in the empty office, lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Elsa left. After a slightly absurd and indulgent night, she finally engraved her shadow tightly in Merlin's heart. Compared to another shadow in Merlin's heart, Elsa's impression seemed clearer.

The former is passion, and the latter is precipitation.

Different situations have the same result.

Merlin placed her fingers under her nose, and the scent of Elsa's hair seemed to remain, but this made Merlin's mood worse and made him a little irritated.

"Bang"

A document was thrown on the table and he couldn't calm down and go to work.

Although he still has a lot to deal with.

Merlin took out a pack of Sika cigarettes from his pocket and took one from the cigarette box to put it next to his mouth. He stretched out his fingers, and a ball of pounding flame lit the cigarette. After taking a deep breath, the spicy smoke ejaculated from his mouth and nostrils.

He needs to calm down and control his inner tumbling emotions.

Farewell is not a scene that Merlin likes. He hopes that all the good things in life can be preserved. In essence, Merlin is also a very greedy person.

He longs for more beauty.

But fate always keeps trying to pull those things away from his life.

This is a battle between him and himself, and it seems that the battle is far from over.

"Click"

With a light sound, the shell of the golden pocket watch in Merlin's hand opened, revealing the walking pointer, which represents the passage of time every minute.

Merlin stared at the moving minute and second hands, and after a moment, he leaned against the office chair, closing his eyes with some fatigue.

"Buzz,buzz"

A few minutes later, Merlin was awakened by the buzzing of the phone placed on the table. He turned around and picked up the phone and found that the call on it was a relatively unfamiliar number.

"Hello?"

Merlin put his phone in his ear and asked:

"Mr. z, you rarely call me. Is there anything wrong?"

"Agent Merlin, the ghost's energy signal appears again."

On the other end of the phone, the chief officer of .b, senior agent z, stared at the green lines that were beating on the computer screen, and he said to Merlin:

“Just in northwest Kansas, near a farm.”

"Okay, I'll go and have a look now."

Merlin hung up the phone, he stood up, moved his shoulders, and then flashed and disappeared into the office.

Regarding the mysterious alien ghost, Merlin has been trying to find it since she came to Kansas. In recent days, Raven Victor has been flying along the Kansas sky under Merlin's orders, trying to find clues about the existence of the mysterious guy.

But no

This guy seems to have never existed.

However, there are indeed legends about a "superhuman" in some areas of Kansas, mostly stories about some victims being suddenly seen by the same person helping to escape the disaster.

In those stories, the message about the mysterious helper was surprisingly consistent, a strong young man, serious and black hair, who seemed quite handsome.

But Merlin is very suspicious that this last feature is the heroic image that the victims have imagined.

Because most of them have never really seen that superhuman face.

Whether it is a shooting, a robbery or arson, the guy suddenly appears and disappears immediately after rescuing the victim.

"Swish"

Merlin's figure appeared on a plain in northwest Kansas the next moment, which was very close to the coordinates given to him by Agent Z. But when Merlin raised her head, she saw a giant gray tornado not far away.

"A tornado."

Merlin shook his head and said:

"A natural disaster like Wisconsin."

Kansas is an inland state, the largest and frequent natural disaster here is tornadoes, which is almost exactly the same as Wisconsin where Merlin grew up.

As Merlin looked at him, the expressway ahead was completely paralyzed.

People screamed and tried to escape the raging of the tornado. On the plain near the highway, the giant tornado that whistled up the trees and the heavy vehicles were also involved. The terrifying sound was like the crying of ghosts in hell.

Very scary.

Merlin's attention was maintained among the crowds who fled to refuge, and he could feel that a suppressed, far beyond ordinary power was hidden in the running crowd.

That should be the ghost that Agent Z mentioned.

He is hiding among this group of people.

But he hid very well, and even the dark perception emitted by Merlin was difficult to clearly distinguish the location of the ghost in the crowd.

Well, it seems that this brother doesn't like to expose himself in front of the crowd.

“Huh?”

Meilin was observing the crowd in the distance from a high altitude, but the next one he saw a man rushing out of the crowd and rushing towards the vehicles paralyzed on the highway. He ran very fast, as if looking for something.

A moment later, Merlin saw the man rushing into his car and trying to bring down a shepherd dog trapped in the car, but the fast-rushing tornado pushed the cars to move continuously, which made him stuck in the car door.

"It's so crazy!"

Merlin shook his head, and he flashed and disappeared into the air. When he appeared again, he came to the stuck car.

"Who are you?"

The man who was struggling to get rid of the disaster and his dog turned his head and looked at Merlin who suddenly appeared. Before the man could finish his words, the rolling black fog wrapped him in it and disappeared into the car in an instant.

The next second, the whistling tornado swept the car into a high altitude and then hit the viaduct on the other side.

The next moment Merlin took away the reckless man and his dog, Merlin felt the fluctuation of the energy that was looming in the crowd reached its highest level.

He turned around suddenly and saw a young man with black hair hugging an old crying woman.

The fluctuation of energy that made Merlin feel a strong threat was emitted from the young man. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to rush out and rush into the tornado, but his hand was tightly held by the old woman, as if stopping him from rushing out to save people.

"I found you!"

Merlin rolled up the man who had escaped death and the already frightened dog, quietly away from the raging tornado, and remembered the appearance and body shape of the black-haired young man in his heart.

Now is not a good time to meet him.

not to mention

Merlin looked back at the middle-aged man who was dull in the black fog and said softly:

"Maybe you can tell me more about the 'ghost'"

—

"vomit"

After a long-distance space shift, the middle-aged man rescued by Merlin fell dizzyly on the ground of the ghost base. The dizziness that hovered in his mind and body made him subconsciously retching.

"Don't spit on my floor."

Merlin's calm voice sounded behind him, and the somewhat bald man turned around and saw Merlin standing behind him and handed him a glass of water.

"Thank you."

The pale-faced man took the water cup and took a sip of water. His legs were still trembling abnormally. He had just escaped from death, which made him feel a little shocked.

More importantly, he couldn't figure out the details of the person in front of him who saved him.

He is a secret person, and this cannot be hidden from Meilin.

The taste of secrets is invisible and intangible, but in the eyes of people like Merlin who have been dealing with secrets for a long time, it is the most conspicuous feature and can be easily captured.

The collie beside him was also frightened.

The dog lay quietly at the feet of its owner. It raised its head from time to time to look at Meilin, then quickly lowered its head, its eyes full of fear, as if it was facing a natural enemy.

"Don't be nervous, sir. I'm not a bad guy."

Meilin sat back on his office chair, waved his hand, manipulated gravity, and handed a cigarette to the middle-aged man. The latter glanced at Meilin, and the cigarette floating in the air made him a little afraid.

But he still took over the thing that represents kindness. After experiencing a series of things, he urgently needed to calm himself down.

"Bang"

Meilin snapped his fingers gently, and a ball of flame appeared in the air, helping the middle-aged man ignite the cigarette.

"Ahem"

The middle-aged man seemed not used to the smell of tobacco. He took a sip and then coughed violently a few times.

"Introduce yourself, sir."

Merlin looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the chair in front of him, and took out his agent's ID and said:
To be continued...