About ten minutes ago, Colson's team drove away from Adela's home. They were going to investigate the home of the fifth witness. This witness was not an American, but a Canadian, living near Niagara Falls.
in a small town.
So Colson and his party took their documents and prepared to go through customs. The customs clearance process was very smooth. Canadian customs hardly stopped Americans. Colson showed his documents and drove out without even stopping the car.
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While driving on the road, Coulson thought of what Adela told him about her encounter with the visitor in the fog.
With many years of experience in dealing with paranormal events, Coulson began to speculate on the conditions under which visitors in the fog would appear. Would they drive at a certain speed? Would they be at a certain intersection? Or even fill up at a designated gas station.
Too oily?
It sounds a little ridiculous, but occult science is so absurd. Over the years, SHIELD has not solved anything perfectly. Most of them have just calmed down the impact, because many supernatural phenomena are illogical when they occur.
It may suddenly appear and cause disaster, and then never appear again, and there is nothing that allows humans to explore the rules of its appearance or take precautions.
This job often makes Coulson feel the insignificance of human beings. The last supernatural event he handled perfectly was the hammer that fell in New Mexico. Of course, it was not perfect, because it was the owner of the hammer who finally solved the hammer.
, not him.
Coulson thought endlessly. When he came back to his senses, he found that there was fog around him.
Simmons behind him reached out and patted his shoulder. Colson looked back at her and nodded, but everyone remained silent in unison.
Colson knew what he should do. He stopped the car slowly and lowered the window, but did not open the door or get out of the car. He was obviously imitating what Adela did.
After fiddling with the satellite positioning device, he found that there was indeed no signal. Colson stepped on the accelerator again and the car continued to speed away.
But this time Colson deliberately recorded the mileage he had driven. He found that Adela's feeling was indeed inaccurate, and the judgments of the two scientists behind him were more accurate. He drove almost 200 miles.
After many kilometers, the car ran out of gas.
A drive of more than 200 kilometers is not a short one. Logically speaking, the whole process will be very long, but several people felt that time flew by quickly.
Finally, the gas ran out and the car slowly stopped. Colson still didn't get out of the car in a hurry. He quietly stared into the depths of the thick fog ahead.
Sure enough, a disembodied figure appeared at the end of the thick fog.
At this time, Coulson finally understood the scene described by Adela. It looked like a human figure, but it was not a physical human being, but a shadow of thick fog.
No, this is not accurate, Coulson thought, he is not the shadow of the thick fog, but a mysterious visitor from the thick fog.
The other three people sitting in the car all opened the door and got out. Coulson could clearly feel a mysterious force affecting them. Could it be fog?
Or in fact, they are the visitors in the fog, and the other party is the owner of this thick fog.
Colson swallowed slightly. He didn't know whether he should talk to the other party. Although his reason told him that this would have no consequences, he still took a step forward and said: "Who are you? What do you want?
What?"
no respond.
He just stood there quietly watching all this, letting people understand that he was staring here and wanted to say something, but he was as misty and silent as mist.
Coulson took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and said to the others: "Get your adrenaline ready, we must observe how the thick fog fades, which may hide the secrets of this mysterious visitor in the fog.
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That's right, Coulson plans to spend time with Wu Ke.
According to Adela, she was emotionally unstable at the time. She collapsed immediately after encountering these things. She cried herself to sleep in the car, and when she woke up, she found that she had left.
But Coulson is a professional agent. The team he leads has experienced hundreds of battles and does not feel that what is happening to them now is a disaster. It is just their job, so there will be no emotional fluctuations.
In this case, they can stay here all the time, record the time, see when the thick fog recedes, and then compare it with the time they entered the thick fog, and it is possible to find the pattern of the appearance and disappearance of the thick fog.
Colson shook his head and said: "Get back in the car and take turns to stand guard to see who caused the thick fog."
This is another test, because so far, the witness reports are all single person, only photos, there will be multiple people staying in the same scene with Wu Ke, so if you want to find out the conditions for Wu Ke to appear, just
The number of people conditions must be changed.
Colson quickly arranged the guard shifts. He was on the first shift, so the other three returned to the car first.
Because according to Adela, about 40 minutes passed between crying and falling asleep, so the first shift was set to one hour, and the second shift was lengthened to two hours.
And so on.
When Colson stood on the first shift, he didn't notice any symptoms, and the shadow didn't show any change. But when the shift was handed over, Colson's hand froze the moment he opened the car door.
I saw the thick fog gradually forming the shape of a huge eye in the sky reflected on the car window.
Colson took a deep breath and knocked gently on the car door. His assistant Mei opened the door and walked out after hearing the agreed signal.
But Coulson did not return to the car when the second guard came out as promised. He stood blankly at the door of the car, as if he had seen something.
Mei walked over lightly. The moment she saw the car glass, she was shocked because she also saw the huge eye, and in just a few dozen seconds, the eye had begun to take shape.
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"No..." Colson said softly: "There's something wrong with this place."
The surrounding fog was getting thicker and thicker. Coulson looked around and found that the visibility at this time was less than ten meters. They were completely surrounded by the thick fog, as if they were immersed in a sea of thick fog, completely wrapped
, there is almost no gap left.
After a pause, Colson began to knock on the rear window frantically, calling both of them out. He stretched out his hands and said: "Change tactics, we have to find a way to get out of here. I have a bad feeling."
Premonition.”
Just as Colson was saying these words, the other two people also saw from the reflection of the car window glass that in the sky filled with thick fog, one after another huge eyes were opening.
All the eyes became bigger and bigger, crowded and denser, until finally the entire sky was filled with countless huge eyes, all staring at the few people on the ground.
Coulson pressed the car door and turned his head to look into the depths of the fog again. He was a little horrified to find that the shadows in the fog seemed to be getting closer and closer to them.
It's not an illusion, it's definitely not an illusion. Coulson doesn't know if he said this out loud, but he thinks he may have, because panic soon appeared on his companion's face.
Simmons' expression suddenly cracked. She pointed behind Colson. Colson turned around suddenly and saw a huge mouth.
It was a hollow surrounded by thick fog, with teeth made of thick fog, but what was exposed behind the thick fog was not the clear road scenery that should have been there, but countless bizarre scenes.
Then, as the giant eye in the sky blinked, everyone's vision went dark for a moment, and as the giant mouth opened, everyone's mouths opened.
They felt that some words were about to be gushed out, but Coulson's rich experience and high inspiration saved him. He knew that he must not say those words, otherwise he would stay in the fog forever.
"boarding!!!"
Coulson roared as he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. At this time, the thick fog had become real and began to squeeze in along the cracks in the door. The eyes and mouths were also crowded on the car window, like
He desperately wanted to get close to a few people.
The main reason is that they have dealt with so many supernatural phenomena, and no experience has been more terrifying than this one.
Because there are no substantial monsters, no enemies, and nothing that can be touched, they can see, hear, and feel, but they don't actually see, hear, or feel anything.
Coulson maintained little sanity, and he even took the time to look at his watch. When the shift changed, he called the next one a minute early, so it was exactly an hour now.
There was nothing else Colson could do. He stepped on the accelerator as hard as he could, but he didn't expect that the car, which was supposed to be out of gas, actually started to drive and rushed straight towards the front of the highway.
But this is not good news, because at the end of the road, deep in the thick fog, stands that mysterious figure.
Just as the speeding car passed the figure, Coulson finally saw it more clearly.
A man wearing a classic dress, a black cloak, and a top hat looked like a gentleman who had traveled through time in the Victorian era, as if he was standing in another era behind the thick fog.
He watched Coulson speed past in his car from the other side of the road, still ethereal and silent.
At the moment when Colson and Wu Ke looked at each other in a daze, when he regained consciousness, his body suddenly pressed against the back of the driver's seat, and his body instinctively stepped on the brakes, and everyone was hit hard.
Front.
Colson was lying on the steering wheel, breathing heavily. His forehead was broken and blood was flowing down his cheek.
Bang bang bang!
Colson turned his head and saw a uniformed policeman knocking on his car window, "Hello, do you need help?"
Colson was stunned. His occupational disease caused him to touch the wound on his forehead, and he began to wonder if the Canadian police had bad eyesight. Didn't they see that several of them had suffered severe injuries? Why did they still react like this?
As a result, he didn't feel any pain when he touched it. He leaned his body to one side, looked in the rearview mirror, and found that he was not injured at all.
Several people in the car looked at each other, obviously retaining their previous memories. It seemed that this was the first group sighting incident.
The first priority now was to figure out where they were. Coulson looked up and found himself parked on the side of the road. He rolled down his window and asked the officer, "Where are we now?"
"Maple Leaf Avenue." The police officer with a Canadian accent said, "Oh, you tourists all call it that, but now the maple leaf season is almost over."
"No, we are fine, it's just that our colleague just received a piece of bad news." He needed to calm down, Coulson said with a dull expression.
Mei, who was next to him, immediately pursed her lips and showed a wry smile to the police officer. The police officer immediately understood and put his hand on the window glass and said: "It's a bad day, but it doesn't matter. As long as you keep driving forward,
The beauty of the waterfall will cure all sorrow."
"Thank you very much, officer, we'll leave now."
Colson said goodbye to the police officer, stepped on the accelerator, and the car started smoothly, indicating that the car still had gas. In the car, they all wanted to discuss what had just happened, but they also knew that now was not a good time.
Soon they arrived at the small town of Niagara on the Lake. They checked into an express hotel. Just as they were about to go back to their rooms to discuss what had just happened, they heard the hotel front desk discussing with their colleagues about the fog in Niagara Falls.
Colson went to listen, and then learned that the continuous thick fog had seriously affected the revenue of Niagara Falls in the last tourist season, and the mayor of this small town, which has always relied on tourism services as its pillar industry,
Professionals are being recruited to resolve the issue at this time.
Professionals? Coulson thought, isn't he a professional? Or are there other more professional people who know something about this kind of thick fog?
Just as he thought of this, he heard the door to the lobby of the Express Hotel being pushed open. Colson turned around and walked down the stairs. He saw a man wearing a round hat, a black woolen double-breasted long suit, and
The man in glasses is talking to the front desk.
Colson went down the next step, footsteps hit the ground, the man looked up, and Colson saw a pair of light brown eyes.