Chapter 7 The life I just took over has already...
When Chief John returned to the police station, he immediately received a call from his superiors.
"What do you think?! The special search team member of the Defense Bureau is dead, and you dare to deal with it! Do you know what this means? The Defense Bureau has called just now, and the tone is quite polite, but it is already doing...
Pressure! If they really hold me accountable, even I will peel off my skin!"
"I'm very sorry." Cold sweat ran down Director John's rough face, "But there is a reason for this, because..."
"I don't listen to excuses. Listen, John, it's the end of the year, and I hope the next few days will be calm. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, I..."
Before Director John finished speaking, the call was hung up.
Snap!
He smashed the receiver on the table.
"Damn!" John clenched his fists, "It's all that kid! I..."
Jingle bell bell!
At this time, another phone rang.
Colin smiled bitterly, covered his face and lay down on the cold, wet floor again.
He flew up lightly, sat down on the double sofa, and crossed his legs.
"Extraordinary powers." Ghost Jameson took out a lighter and a cigarette, lit them and took a puff. "To put it simply, behind this seemingly normal world, there is a world beyond the mortal world. Most people who possess extraordinary powers
, they were all ordinary human beings at first, but they had a little more qualifications than others."
"Is it true that we are desperate?"
"Colin Varland! You finally turned on your phone! You finally dared to answer the phone! Rejoice! If you hadn't answered the phone now! Then by the end of this month at the latest, when I return to Bursonburg, I would have paid a personal visit
Your doghouse, get back all the money that belongs to me! But now, there is only one month at most! Before February next year..."
A revolving door of various behaviors during the police detective's visit flashed through Colin's mind.
"While going to the bank for help, I have to work hard. I just crossed over today. I have no experience. I am absent from work. I don't know if my money will be deducted! By the way, where is Teblon Pharmaceuticals? Police Jameson
Tan should know."
He groaned, fell to the ground, and started twitching!
"What do you mean by this?" Curiosity slightly reduced Colin's worries. He was more concerned about his own situation. "Speaking of which, my eyes just now...should be your eyes? What kind of power is that?
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"Hey!" He picked up the phone and said angrily, his expression quickly changed, "What did you say? How many died? Oh! Damn! Why did you choose this time? Listen, take control of the scene immediately
, to maintain order, I ask you to catch the murderer within half a month, no, within a week!"
"Including the mortgage, the debt is nearly 900,000? A terrible number!"
Suddenly, his chest felt suffocated and stung as if he had been pricked by a needle!
Raising his hands to cover his chest, Colin wanted to get up. He remembered that there was a medicine box in the bathroom, but the pain broke out instantly and swept through his limbs in the blink of an eye!
"We agreed that we are not allowed to peek into our memories."
A few minutes later, Colin hung up the phone, looking ugly.
"One week...unemployment...debt..."
Colin realized that something was not right and was waiting for further questioning.
"Abnormal ways," Colin thought for a moment and raised his head, "You said that Teblon Pharmaceuticals was seized, so... the changes in my body are related to that company? Are you and Devlin here for this?"
"Withdraw all the money! But where are these banks? How much money is in the card? And, what is the password... Please Colin Varland, remember it!"
The violent pain stimulated his consciousness, making him tremble all over. He could not even maintain his thoughts, and his whole body was so painful that he almost collapsed...
"What's a pity? Also, what do you mean by defective? Where have you seen my information?"
"What is the proportion of such people in the crowd?" Colin asked, but he was thinking in his heart. Is absorbing other people's souls and shaping soul statues because of the particularity of time travel, or is it the original ability of this body?
Inexplicably, he thought of that diary.
"Ahhhh..."
"Am I... suffering from a heart attack due to stimulation? Does this body have a heart attack?"
The unsuspecting Colin pressed the answer button, and a roar came from the receiver——
"Very few, but I don't have specific numbers." Jameson puffed away and said: "Not all people with inspirational qualifications can be exposed to the opportunity of awakening. This requires luck. Similarly, awakened people
Whether they can be discovered or not will also determine how far they can go." At this point, he stared at Colin with bright eyes.
"What happened just now?"
The sky has completely darkened.
In cold sweat and palpitations, he calculated carefully...
"If you want to go to Teblon's laboratory, it is no longer possible." The ghost of the police detective who was flipping through a pamphlet floated over. "Teblon's company was sealed a week ago." He looked towards
Colin's eyes had a hint of unknown meaning.
But his cell phone rang at this moment.
"Seized?" Colin was stunned, and it took him a long time to realize that he was pointing at himself, "So, I am a homeless person? No source of income?"
Understanding this, Colin took out the bills he had put away and calculated them carefully. His heart suddenly trembled, and memories related to debts and salary gradually emerged.
"He's a loan shark!"
Taking a deep breath, the weight of life made him breathless. Without caring about anything else, he took out a few bank cards and placed them on the table.
He held his head in his hands and held his breath.
"Remember what I said is a pity?" The detective's ghost floated in the air. "Supernormals who awaken through abnormal means naturally have to pay the price for taking shortcuts and forcing themselves on the road. Therefore, their awakening is often accompanied by pain and hidden dangers, and even
And there are fatal flaws."
"If you are worried that the murderer will come to your door, I can help you to be on guard." Jameson's voice came from the side, "As a reward for reminding Devlin, I will be your eyes to understand the anomalies and dangers around you, and
Improve your survivability as much as possible and help you initially master your and my abilities."
Outside the window, the moonlight was blocked by the narrow alley.
"But as I said before, mastering abilities comes from understanding abilities. There is no shortcut. Especially since you are not a spiritual person who has awakened through normal channels. It is undoubtedly more difficult to understand the origin of your extraordinary abilities and the principles of abilities.
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"So, the visit between you and Miss Moran was not just because of the murderer. No, it should be said that a simple murder case should not have attracted you? What organization do you belong to? The government's special team to deal with supernatural forces?"
"I can't remember it at all!"
Suddenly, a clear stream of water welled up from the bottom of my heart, accompanied by Detective Jameson's voice: "Sink your consciousness into the statue in your heart, quickly!"
In an instant, there seemed to be a barrier between him and his body that was convulsed by severe pain, making the pain seem a bit distant and illusory. The next moment, countless chaotic fragments and debris roared in, completely drowning his chaotic thoughts!
Dear Mr. Mobender.
Colin returned home worriedly, locked the door from the inside, and checked again and again.
"The weekly salary at Teblon Pharmaceuticals is 800 kronor, and the monthly salary is 3,200 kronor. In terms of expenses, water, electricity, gas, food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as personal insurance, after deducting at least 400, there is still 900 kronor.
The monthly mortgage payment. The remaining balance of about 1,900 yuan is almost filled in the hole of the old loan shark! By the way, you also have to file taxes..."
The instinct of survival made Colin follow the instructions and sink his consciousness deep into his heart.
Five minutes...ten minutes...twenty minutes...
"This is……"
To Colin's surprise, no one asked him to go to the police station to explain further.
Colin thought back to the empty refrigerator.
Suddenly, the police detective's voice came, waking Colin up from his trance and psychedelic scene.
"Now I'm in trouble. Could it be that the chief doesn't like me? If I can't go to the police station to seek protection, what if the murderer comes back and comes to visit me again? It would be terrible."
Mr. Mobender is not a respected elder.
"Terminal illness..."
After crossing the bridge and crossing the border, I saw five clouds in the mountains, entered the southern cage, and sank into the black iron statue.
"Just because I'm dead, some gadgets in my memory can almost be reproduced as long as they don't involve extraordinary elements or life. But for you, these are all illusions. Of course, if there are any that I used for a long time during my lifetime,
There are items containing extraordinary elements. I can attach myself to them and release a little power. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I will guide you to get back the things I left in the safe house." The ghost blew out a smoke ring, "Back to business.
The so-called aptitude is the perception of spirits. According to the provisions of the Defense Bureau manual, ordinary people who have inspiration but have never seen a high wall are designated as level zero."
Is it related to those strange records?
Maybe I should read it again later.
With a long sigh, Colin glanced out the window.
In a daze, he seemed to see a white figure, following the moonlight, walking towards the abyss; and he seemed to see a decadent soul, abandoning the past, walking on the blade...
He thought and asked aloud.
"That's right." Jameson nodded, looking at Colin with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "You know, if you are unlucky, the sequelae of awakening can easily develop into a terminal illness! So I advise you, don't think too much about anything.
, have a good sleep first, everything will be dealt with tomorrow. I will keep vigil for you."
He seems to be a respectable elder. His predecessor must have respected him very much and even added a prefix to his name.
He was about to put down the phone, but suddenly picked it up again: "Wait there, I'll go there myself!"
Colin's attention was completely attracted: "What qualifications? By the way, where did the lighter and cigarettes come from? Aren't you dead?"
Colin picked up the phone and looked at it. A name was displayed on the screen——
Ke Lin woke up from a dream, opened his eyes suddenly, raised his body up with his hands, and then covered his chest. His whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water. He was covered in sweat and even the floor beneath him was soaked.
Wet.
"According to the information I have, you have been at home for a week and have never gone out. Except for yesterday, you..."
Jameson showed a surprised expression. He scattered the cigarette butts in his hand, looked at Colin carefully, and praised: "Very good! Even if your inspiration qualification is not high in the evaluation, it is even rated as 'flawed'
, but with this keenness and wisdom, we can go further in the future. It's a pity..."
In the room, the young outsider was talking like he was dreaming——
"Such a life is really helpless! Unemployed, seriously ill, involved in a murder case, haunted by ghosts, being called upon by creditors, and suspected of being watched by a killer. Is there any worse start than this?"
I went out shopping and came back late.
The key points have been removed, which is really sad...