The darkness surrounding the hotel was torn open, and even though there was still no light, they could already see the surrounding environment clearly.
Wearing a black trench coat, gold-rimmed glasses, and light-colored eyes, the professor of ancient history walked slowly out of the darkness with a calm demeanor.
As he walked, the shadows dissipated little by little.
The gentle ancient history professor Shi Shiran picked up the glowing notebook he had just smashed from the floor.
The moment the notebook came into contact with the other person, the light seemed to get brighter, but it quickly disappeared and shrank into the silvery white lines engraved on the notebook.
The moment he picked up the notebook, the professor's expression subtly flashed with a hint of disgust, but he soon looked at the two people in front of him with a smile:
"Are you okay, everyone?"
The geologist stared blankly at his new friend.
He couldn't figure out what was going on tonight, that damn abominable rotten shadow... Ellis with the gun... and Professor Wilson who had just solved such a big mess of shadows with a notebook...
"you……"
His eyes lingered on the mysterious luminous notebook and Wilson's smiling face, as if he wanted to ask something.
But the red-haired historian next to him moved faster than him, directly picked up the gun in his hand, pointed it at Professor Wilson, and asked coldly:
"Who are you? What is that notebook? If I remember correctly, the place you just came from is the place with the most severe rotten smell! There are rotten monsters everywhere! How did you get over there?!"
"Um……"
Wilson looked at the notebook in his hand, looking a little unnatural.
How to say?
When Drom informed him of the spread of pollution, he had already made corresponding preparations and left the hotel room to find the source of the spread of pollution.
Zhuomu took him around.
When the alien energy is too dense, Drom's detection is not easy to use. He can only run around according to the concentration of energy.
I accidentally fell into the opponent's lair.
To be honest, the smell was impressive. It was so strong that it hit his soul, and he instantly felt that his sense of smell had failed.
Those shadows rushed over to devour him, but unfortunately they couldn't touch him at all. As soon as they got close to him, they would be torn apart and dissipated.
But even so, there were still so many monsters around him. He bumped into many shadows as he walked, knocking them all away.
Until he heard gunshots.
So I followed the sound and found the location of William and Ellis.
They saw a large rotten shadow appearing behind them, and it was about to devour these two poor people.
They wouldn't be able to reach them in a short time. Without thinking, Wilson threw out his newly made transformer, which was his notebook.
Because according to his speculation, any item containing light is the nemesis of these alien energies.
The power of light represented by Ultraman and the alien ability represented by pollution seem to be naturally incompatible, and a violent reaction will occur at the slightest touch.
If it is an evenly matched collision, it will cause huge destruction and annihilation, just like a huge fire hitting a flood, and a huge and terrifying amount of water vapor will burst out.
This is also the reason why Ao from the Kingdom of Light cannot forcefully enter this world.
However, the alien energy pollution he encountered now seemed to be spreading very quickly, surrounding the entire hotel and even the town.
But fortunately, the level of these alien energies seems to be very low, and they dissipate instantly when they touch the light. It is easy for the flood to cover up a small flame.
The notebook carried pure Ultra power, which easily destroyed those rotten shadows.
However, Wilson felt a little regretful after throwing it out.
This is his transformer!
Just hit that disgusting shadow!
Even if you can't touch it at all, it will dissipate as soon as you touch it, but it can't dispel the nausea!
"Maybe I have better luck." Wilson smiled and said in a tone that everyone could tell was perfunctory.
Not to mention the two tense-looking people in front of them.
Ellis still held up the revolver in his hand, looking at Wilson with an extremely solemn expression, his lips pursed into a thin line, and every muscle in his hand was tightened, obviously extremely nervous and cautious.
"Okay, okay."
Wilson raised the notebook in his hand. He originally wanted to keep it in his arms, but when he thought about just smashing a disgusting monster, he felt a little uncomfortable.
He blinked and showed an innocent smile:
"I just happened to pass by there, thanks to the amulet I was carrying."
Their eyes were focused on the thick book, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch.
You call this an amulet?
"Before departure, my friend Director Armitage was a little worried about me, so he gave me this amulet."
Without blinking an eye, Wilson said nonsense:
"I didn't expect the amulet to be so powerful in this situation."
In the past week, Wilson was not idle. He went to the library to check in almost every day and got close to the director Armitage.
Director Armitage was a learned and respectable scholar, and Wilson also realized that the curator knew far more than he imagined.
In Mr. Curator’s office, there are also many strange objects, most of which come from all over the world, symbolizing the unknown side of the world.
Some things even contain a lot of strange energy.
Obviously, Director Armitage also has a lot of research on the other side of the world.
In this case, Curator Armitage has a good reason.
Because after Wilson came to this world, the only two people who knew the truth were Armitage and Jason.
And the irritable red fox is obviously not a serious and reliable character.
Mr. Library Director is more convincing.
"Director Armitage?"
The red-haired cold lady repeated Wilson's words, her brows furrowed slightly, but she soon relaxed and her expression was no longer so tense.
She raised her eyebrows at the ancient history professor in front of her: "I see. In that case, it makes sense. Director Armitage is a respectable old gentleman."
"certainly."
Wilson nodded heartily and showed a bright smile, "Director Armitage helped me a lot."
The red-haired lady narrowed her eyes slightly and asked tentatively:
"I haven't been to the library for a long time. Does Mr. Sheriff often follow Director Armitage?"
Wilson was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"Isn't the Sheriff always watching the gate obediently?"
Sheriff is the name of the big black dog at the library door.