After seeing the woman's disappearance for a few seconds, Pacheco turned his head and said to Patton:

"Let's go back to the foundation."

"Don't go to the suburbs?" Patton asked subconsciously.

Pacheco said with a smile:

“Didn’t you send the bottle out?

“There is no need to go to the suburbs anymore.

“Maybe his real purpose is to let us hand the bottle to the lady of the Tamara family, all of whom we told lies before.

"Of course, this has nothing to do with us. Next, no innocent people exist, they are dead and alive. They just need to do some surveillance to prevent the fight between them from affecting ordinary people. This will be handled by the police, not the responsibility of the foundation and the "Compliance Department."

Ferner's condition didn't seem to be able to accomplish this level of trick... Patton muttered, and without asking more questions, he turned around and walked out the door.

To be honest, returning to the foundation was the answer he wanted most now.

I just asked whether I would go to the suburbs or not, but his impulse, was an old problem that he had not overcome for many years.

Back at the foundation, Patton spent the day with a little nervousness, and ushered in the evening in the tedious and repetitive daily life.

I originally thought life was too monotonous, but now I realized that monotonous life is so precious. Alas, I just hope that it will be like the afternoon in the future, and there will be no unexpected events... May the Lord protect you... Patton stopped at his doorstep, stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and gently hit his left chest.

After completing his prayer, he opened the door and entered, took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed them over to his wife who was approaching him.

"What's wrong with Vernar?" his wife asked carefully.

Patton replied calmly and calmly:

“He offended some people and was being tracked. The police have taken over the matter.

"After that if Vernar comes to visit again, don't let him in. Remember to send someone to notify the police afterwards."

Patton's wife was relieved when she heard that the police had intervened:

"OK."

After dinner and playing with the child for a while, Patton made an excuse to enter the study and sat near the window.

He needs a space to be alone to completely calm his emotions and get out of the panic caused by the Vernar incident.

For this reason, Patton took out a cigarette from the drawer and put it in his mouth.

He has no smoking addiction, but sometimes he needs socializing, so he prepares a box of cigarettes at home and on his body.

Brighten the matches and lit the cigarettes, Patton took a deep breath.

He immediately leaned back on the back of the chair and watched the smoke burst out from his mouth and nose bit by bit.

The pale white gas quickly spread around, reminding Patton of the mist that sprouted from Vernar's mouth and nose.

He vaguely smelled a faint smell of blood.

For Patton, this was not a strange discovery, because Vernar had stayed in his study and must have left some traces, which ordinary people could not notice.

Patton didn't smell it before, purely because he was too nervous and panic, and focused on Vernar's whereabouts and his remaining words.

Of course, the bloody smell in the study is very light, not as good as the hotel room and the ruins before, which is also one of the reasons.

As the cigarette gas spread freely, Patton's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He had some bad feeling!

After a moment, the pale white gas contracted in one direction, with a bloody smell, forming a figure.

The upper body of this figure is normal, with an iconic red nose, which is archaeologist Ferner.

And his lower body was completely made of gas, like a monster depicted by smoke.

"Furnard..." Patton shouted as if he was about to suffocate.

His voice echoed in the study and failed to penetrate the wall.

"Haha, I have obtained the immortal body. As long as there is still fog left, I can survive!" The Vernar laughed and said.

Compared to before, his expression became more and more crazy, and his eyes seemed to have a pale white color.

He, he had died once just now? Patton subconsciously thought flashed through this thought.

Immediately afterwards, he said calmly:

"Is there anything you have?"

While speaking, Patton wanted to stand up impulsively, but sadly found that his body was covered with cold mist and lost most of his consciousness.

Vernard stopped laughing, stared into Patton's eyes, and said word by word:

"You didn't bring that bottle to the suburbs."

Although Patton had an impulsive personality, he knew that he could not answer this question directly. He was busy turning his mind and looking for a good way to deal with it.

A few seconds later, he changed the subject before Vernar spoke again:

"Why did you convert to that person?

“Aren’t you a faithful believer of the Lord?”

Ferner was silent for a moment, his expression gradually became fanatical:

“I saw a wider and more vast world.

“Compared with that, the planet we live in now is like a grain of sand in the desert.

“There are countless civilizations there, hundreds of thousands, millions of years, and even tens of millions of years ago.

"This is what the universe really looks like!"

Seeing that his own problems caused bad changes to Vernar, Patton closed his mouth and thought about any insensitive topics that could interest the other party.

He took a slow breath and said:

“Besides the altar, what else did you find in that Quaternary ruin?

"How much do you know about the Tamara family?"

Ferner's eyes were a little more lively:

“The Tamara family had a replacement of heraldic emblems.

"This means they have had a pretty big event."

While speaking, the archaeologist with the upper and lower body fog stretched out his right hand and used the smoke to outline two symbols in the air.

The first symbol consists of a layer of thorns, a layer of shield walls and a long sword inserted vertically on them; the second symbol is a double door, and the crack of the door is served by the vertical long sword.

As a professional who can barely be called a not-famous historian, Patton instantly recalled the words of the Tamara family member:

"They are them, we are us."

"The Tamara family has been split?" Patton blurted out.

"That's what I think." Vernard smiled with relief, then approached Patton, and said with a fanatical expression. "Your brain is more seductive than I thought, and this is the best addition to me. Relax, your mind will blend with me and witness one great civilization after another."

He looks very weak and needs to recover.

Patton's heart pounded wildly, trying hard to avoid the other party, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body seemed to be frozen and could not move at all.

Just as Vernal's face was facing in front of his eyes, Patton's right hand suddenly hurt and his whole body instantly recovered from awakening.

The pale mist in front of him and the monster-like Vernall disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Patton lowered his head blankly and saw that the cigarette in his right hand had burned to the end, burning his fingers.

"Is it a dream just now? But I feel it feels so real." Patton threw away the cigarette in his hand, stood up according to his spiritual instinct, and walked to the window.

His eyes looked at the street outside, and under the lit gas street lights, many pedestrians passed by the deeper night, wanting to rush home as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!