Chapter 3023 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (31)
Chapter 2997 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (31)
On the way to the police station, Gordon suddenly received a call. After picking up the phone and saying a few words, his expression gradually became serious. Then he turned the steering wheel, no longer heading to the Gotham Police Station, but towards Gordon.
Drive in the direction of the manor.
"So, that's it, we suddenly received a doll. She said she was going out to buy sushi, and she hasn't come back yet..."
Barbara leaned on the chair next to the dining table, looked at Jarvis and said, "Are you sure she is okay? Even if she is very strong, maybe..."
Jarvis shook his head and said: "Don't be too anxious, ma'am, Wanda will be fine."
Behind Jarvis stood Tim, who was already retrieving information about the crematorium.
Soon, he discovered that this crematorium was indeed newly built, about four years ago. There were no problems with the land procedures and construction process, but the existence of the crematorium itself was a problem.
The Polokin community doesn't need a crematorium at all.
The area of land shared by the community here is more than enough to build a huge cemetery, which is enough for the population here to die ten times. Communities close to the suburbs are relatively conservative, and most of them are Protestants. They will not bury them in any extraordinary way.
Very few people choose to be buried at sea or cremated. This crematorium is like the pork belly on a cream cake. There is nothing wrong with it on its own, but its existence is unreasonable.
Suddenly, Tim found another clue. A photo of the ribbon-cutting was left when the crematorium opened. In this photo, he found a familiar person, that is Bob, the manager of Wardled's engineering team.
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After further inspection, I discovered that this crematorium was built by the Wardled Engineering Team.
Tim and Elsa found similar things, so he felt that there must be something fishy in it. He was about to communicate with Jarvis, but suddenly he seemed to feel something and froze there.
Jarvis suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.
With a squeaking sound, Gordon stepped on the brakes, causing the tires to leave scorched marks on the road. He opened the door and got out of the car in disbelief, looking into the distance.
On the distant horizon, darkness almost swallowed up everything, but behind a lonely tall building, a red light suddenly burst out all over the sky.
What is that...
With a flash of red light, a figure appeared in the hall of Gordon Manor. Before Jarvis could say anything, he felt himself being hugged. Wanda held her husband's arm and bent down.
"vomit--!!!!"
The other two people rushed to help her, but Wanda couldn't stop vomiting where she was. She couldn't vomit anything anymore. She kept vomiting the acid water in her stomach, but she still couldn't straighten up and kept shaking and twitching.
With.
Jarvis hugged her and kept stroking her back. It took about a few minutes for Wanda to finally straighten up, but she still had difficulty controlling the crimson power around her, causing ripples in the space.
"What happened?" Jarvis asked her, "What happened to you?"
Because Wanda had already sent him a message, Jarvis knew what was going on. Although he did not approve of Wanda's risky move, he did not think that Wanda would really be harmed.
To be precise, the current Scarlet Witch is no longer a human being, nor can it simply be said to be a mutant. She is the incarnation of the power of scarlet, more like some kind of abstract entity, and is also the administrator of the Scarlet Witch team in the fighting world.
, this kind of existence cannot be harmed by ordinary people.
But he forgot one thing, that is, even if the life form is upgraded, as long as there is still human wisdom and emotion, it will inevitably be mentally damaged.
When the Scarlet Witch raised her face, there were still tears on her face. She grabbed Jarvis's arm tightly. She was about to say something when she looked at Barbara next to her.
So she pulled Jarvis and rushed out of the room.
Jarvis looked at her with concern, and Wanda hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Bones, I saw a lot of bones, all... all of them are children's bones."
As Wanda told it, Jarvis gradually understood what happened about half an hour ago.
After Wanda left the prison, she walked all the way to the depths of the air-raid shelter. The deeper she went, the colder and damper she became. Although Wanda firmly believed that nothing could harm her, her years of common sense still made her feel a little cold on her back.
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In the deepest part of the prison floor, Wanda discovered a room. This room was very strange. It was so lonely on the flat ground in the deepest part. At first glance, it looked like it was not the original facility of the air-raid shelter, but was built later. It was the weirdest room.
That door is actually a security door like a bank vault door.
Wanda was not in a hurry to go in. She gently touched the wall and let the crimson power penetrate into the wall. Then she was surprised to find that the wall was very thick, more than enough to be used as a nuclear bunker.
The building is just a boxy house. It looks unattractive. It is already in a bomb shelter, but it has to be built with such thick walls. Wanda really can’t figure out what this thing is for defense. She can’t
Is there a monster sealed inside?
But even if it was a monster, Wanda was not afraid. She felt that if this thing was so tightly covered, there must be a secret inside, so she dodged and used magic to flash in.
To her surprise, the inside of the house was not dark, but very bright. It was completely different from the cramped, cold, damp and dark atmosphere outside. The decoration inside the house was very luxurious, with natural marble floors, wool carpets, and furniture.
The dark brown solid wood and the lighting lamp are also retro candlesticks, which look very valuable.
This is a collection room.
There were eight display cabinets on each side of the hall opposite the main entrance. When she vaguely saw the contents of the display cabinets, Wanda's breathing quickened.
She walked forward lightly and soon stopped in front of the first display cabinet. What was placed there was not jewelry or art, but bones.
The bones, large and small, were arranged in various shapes. Even if Wanda didn't know much about medicine, she could roughly tell what parts of the bones they were.
She saw a hip bone, and it was this bone that convinced her that all the bones came from a child under ten years old.
The power of crimson seeped into the display case, and Wanda discovered that these were not models, but real bones, with the structure of real bones, and they were well preserved.
Wanda already had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she still gave herself hope, thinking that the body might be a voluntary donation. Didn't it mean that the mortality rate among children in Gotham was very high before?
She looked up and saw that in addition to the exhibition cabinets, there were rows and rows of glass cabinets placed against the wall, all of which were filled with similar bones.
Wanda endured her nausea and continued walking inside, because she found that there was another door at the very back of the exhibition hall.
Of course, because she was afraid of alerting others, she remained invisible throughout the whole process and was confident that she would not be discovered by ordinary people's cameras.
Wanda tiptoed close to the door, and she flashed in again in the same way. The room was very dark, and Wanda, who was used to seeing things with her eyes, subconsciously used the power of crimson to illuminate the room.
The moment the room lit up, she froze.
There are countless bones here.
But unlike the bones in the exhibition cabinet outside that had been cleaned and preserved very well, many of the bones here were covered in soil and showed signs of decay, and the ones near the door were even fresh.
Wanda covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming, but at this moment, a device above the room suddenly sounded an alarm.
The panicked Wanda didn't think much, and left the air-raid shelter in a flash, holding on to a tree and started vomiting.
Those bones were so small, like miniature model toys, and they all belonged to one child after another. Wanda thought of her own child, if there were bones of her own child among them...
Wanda's emotions completely collapsed. She could no longer control herself. She vomited out all the contents in her stomach. The uncontrollable crimson power illuminated the entire valley, turning the place almost into a red world.
But soon, she saw the security guard at the crematorium at the foot of the mountain rushing up the mountain with a pistol in his hand. With little sense left, Wanda understood that she must have been discovered, and she returned to Gordon as quickly as possible.
manor.
But the horrific scene still didn't leave her mind. She hugged Jarvis tightly. The panic attack made it difficult for her to breathe on her own. Her face turned red from holding back the air in her lungs and her words were blocked in her throat, making her unable to breathe.
I can't even get down.
"Calm down, Wanda, imagine that you are a bird, spreading its wings, floating in the blowing wind. You need to stabilize your body, don't fall to the left or right, but keep floating, floating..."
A few minutes later, the worst stage of the panic attack passed and Wanda slowly calmed down. At this time, Gordon also rushed back.
"Wanda, what's wrong with you?" Gordon looked at her with some concern, while Jarvis shook his head at him.
Barbara immediately stepped forward, and Gordon hugged her. After letting go, he touched her face and said, "Are you okay, my dear?"
"I'm fine. It's always safe here, but Wanda's condition doesn't look good. I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe we should ask a doctor to come over?"
"No, it's not necessary." Wanda's slightly weak voice came over, and she and Jarvis walked into the house again.
Wanda held Jarvis's hand tightly, but she no longer looked so weak. She walked to the center of the room, took a deep breath, relaxed her shoulders, turned to look at Gordon and said.
"You are a good police officer. You will catch criminals. You will bring them to court for trial and then let them go to jail. You have done a good enough job."
Gordon didn't understand what she meant, but he had a bad feeling, so he said: "Yes, Wanda, I will do it, so if you see any criminal evidence, you must tell me
, I promise that no one can escape the punishment of the law in my hands, never before, and never will in the future!"
"Can you imagine losing little Jenny?" Wanda asked, looking into his eyes.
"What? What's wrong with little Jenny?" Barbara looked at the baby's cradle anxiously, but her lovely daughter was sleeping soundly in it. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Wanda might be too nervous.
But Gordon seemed to have guessed what she was going to say.
"I can't accept it, Wanda, I can't accept that something happens to my daughter, because I am a father, and I have to protect her and love her at all times..."
"Yes, but if someone takes her away from you, is the fate you expect for the murderer just to live in prison?"
Gordon suddenly fell silent.
The police's responsibility is to maintain social rules, but Gordon is an honest man, and he can't hide it from himself at this time. He knows that if the time comes, he will not think so, and he will swear to make the murderer pay an unimaginable amount of money.
A heavy price.
"I am also a mother, so like you, my answer is no. Going to jail is simply a gift to them."
"Wanda, calm down. No matter what you see, don't be impulsive and do something extreme..."
"I understand that you want to maintain social order, and you don't want me to break the rules out of anger and hurt innocent people, or pay the price myself."
Anger gradually accumulated in Wanda's eyes until it burned brightly.
"But it is people who have to pay the price for breaking the rules, and I am the Scarlet Witch."
The moment the words fell, everyone in the room felt that the world was almost completely shrouded in red.
Wanda floated into the mid-air, her long hair dancing without the wind. The rich crimson light in her eyes flashed away, leaving only the cold words echoing.
"I say that everyone involved in this matter will die tragically and painfully."