The turbid air was poured into his lungs in an instant, and Victor was like a mummy that had woken up, unable to adapt to the real world for a while.
It wasn't until the gun holster was opened and the sound of bullets spinning appeared that Victor realized that there were two guns next to him aimed at his head.
The morning sun had gradually risen, and Victor could clearly see the appearance of the people in front of him. The two men holding the guns were all dressed in the same style, a soft felt hat with a red band, a black suit, leather gloves, and a bright red shirt underneath.
The third person was a bald old man in a black robe. He was sitting behind the two men holding guns, yawning and muttering: "Why did you wake up? It doesn't make sense..."
Before Victor could look further, the blond young man closest to him asked: "Say something to prove that you are not..."
Victor was stunned immediately.
Prove that I'm not?
What is it not?
Seeing that the opponent's index finger was about to press the trigger, Victor hurriedly raised his hands. Suddenly he felt that his body was very light and had returned to normal. He was no longer the fat pig of nearly 300 kilograms.
"Wait! Don't shoot! I don't know anything. If you want money, gentlemen, you can ask my dad, and I'll give you as much as you want!"
In panic, Victor thought that the other party was a criminal who came to rob. After all, judging from the current development level of the United States of Secred, criminals are considered a profession...
"Your dad is gone..." The bald old man sitting behind continued to yawn, but in the end the yawn turned into a sneeze.
Victor was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes moved behind the three people. With the rising sun, Victor still recognized this sparse woodland as the location of his family's manor, but now, it has already become
It was a ruin, as if it had experienced a fire. The villas, hedges and gardens inside were all destroyed, and of course the plantations behind the hills.
The good life in the past was like a fleeting cloud, and what I thought was a perfect start to the game suddenly fell into the abyss.
Victor was stunned. He stared at the ruins without a glance. It would take some time to accept the reality.
At this time, the three unidentified people began to discuss.
"Can speak human language, has self-awareness, the secret creature did not come with the help of his material body." Mark put down the gun with a cold face, but did not relax his vigilance. He looked at Father Sang next to him, "That thing goes back to the secret body."
Have you stayed?"
Father Sang patted his butt and stood up.
"It's incredible that I got rid of the influence of the dream on my own, but unfortunately, that thing has not left and cannot leave..."
After hearing this, Mark and Henry aimed their guns at Victor again.
Victor came back from his disappointment and argued helplessly: "Hey! Who are you?"
"Have you heard of the Renekton Inspection Bureau?" Father Sang picked up the flat hat on the stone and put it on.
"Rekton Police Department?" Victor didn't know. In his memory of the past "ten years", he had never left Missouri. The only local officials he came into contact with were the sheriff of the nearby town of Walding.
.
But now he began to doubt whether the memories of the past ten years in his dream were real.
Father Sang was too lazy to explain to Victor. He motioned to the two people next to him. The blond Henry explained: "The Police Bureau is a judicial intelligence agency directly under the jurisdiction of the federal government and is not subject to state government restrictions, so you should not compare us with the local police.
The department is comparable."
"My name is Henry, this is my colleague Mark, and the elder is Father Sang."
"The work of the Pursuit Bureau is mainly to investigate various terrorist activities at home and abroad, including the abuse of invisible techniques."
"What is the invisible art?" Victor's forehead was covered with sweat. He had always thought that he had traveled through a world similar to Red Dead Redemption, but listening to what the other party said, it seemed that this was still a mysterious world!
Henry didn't seem to be able to explain clearly. He glanced at Father Sang, but the old guy always had a bad look on Victor, so he just said casually: "Don't say too much, he can't understand, just think of it as '
Magic' it!"
magic?
The bizarre things that happened to me cannot be explained by the concrete "Fireball Technique".
Henry coughed and then said: "There are some questions that need your answers. I hope you can cooperate with us."
Victor felt like a suspect being interrogated. He was unarmed and being pointed at a gun. How could he not cooperate?
"On August 18, a big fire broke out at the Dimon family estate. Do you still remember what happened that day?"
"Wait a minute? What day is it now?" The calendar page in Victor's mind came to mind.
Henry answered naturally: "It's early morning now, it's already the 20th."
etc!
Victor remembered that he was dreaming and was trapped in the endless cycle of August 18th... But in his memory, there was no big fire.
"Can not remember?"
"I don't remember!" Victor reported truthfully.
Henry continued: "More than a month ago, Congress passed a resolution and promulgated the Eastern Security Act. Most of the lawless elements in Missouri were wiped out. Only a gang called the Conor Gang is still wreaking havoc. Their
The leader’s name is Augusta, do you know him?”
Victor shook his head as if he was electrocuted.
"On July 20, we received a commission from Cornwall Energy Company to come to Missouri to hunt down Augusta. Before that, we had analyzed signs that the Cornull Gang was using invisibility.
Several witnesses have seen your Daimon family having contact with the Conor Gang, which may reveal the truth behind your family’s annihilation. Do you really not remember?”
Victor traveled through time and directly entered the cyclic dream of the original owner. He had no memory of the fire at all, so how could he remember it.
Henry glanced at the taciturn Mark next to him. The latter had a long face, walked up behind Victor, pointed his gun at him, and walked towards the ruins of the building.
"How much do you remember?" Mark said coldly, "Does anyone in the family remember?"
As he said this, Victor suddenly discovered a row of charred corpses lying flat on the charred mud floor.
He stared. He had never seen a dead person in his previous life. When he saw so many burned, twisted and painful corpses, he suddenly lost his mind.
"Try to recognize your own family members and help them bury them in peace." Henry was much calmer than Mark. He did not continue to point the gun at Victor, but patted him on the shoulder.
Mark handed Victor a piece of paper on which the names of all the people living in the villa were recorded, which were the same as the family members in Victor's memory.
Victor opened the pages and compared them one by one.
"Except myself who is not dead. The one with the bent leg is Johnny the gardener, he is a little lame... The tallest one is the maid Susan, I have seen; the fattest lady is the maid Eva; and
The one with the roundest butt is the maid Kare; the one with the thinnest waist is the maid Julie... the most petite girl, with some ponytails not burned off, she is my sister Alice; the tallest lady must be my mother
Well, the last man is my father."
"You can recognize it if it's burned like this?" Henry joked.
After all, he has ten years of life memories in the dream, and Victor has a relatively deep impression of the characteristics of the people around him.
After folding the list, he sighed and suddenly noticed something strange.
"Wait a minute, who gave you this list?" Victor looked at Mark behind him.
Mark replied calmly: "The sheriffs of the Walding Police Station, they know your whole family, except of course the hired thugs and the serfs who are bought and sold at any time."
No... Victor opened the list again and compared the charred corpses in front of him. Although the two things were consistent, in Victor's dream, there was clearly another person who was right!