It will take at least more than a month for the cultural relics of the man in black to be handed over, and it is extremely unsmooth.
After word spread that Leiber had been killed and disappeared, his enemies and alliance allies all took action to rob the power organizations that originally belonged to the men in black. Many people transferred to other organizations with their secrets, and a large number of cultural relics were taken away.
Nighthawk was short of manpower and couldn't take care of it at all. It could only collect a small amount continuously. Jay took his own small team to travel everywhere. Garon promised him that all the powerful members of the Men in Black organization and other main bodies would be handed over to him.
To handle it independently, that is to say, the entire Men in Black will be established as the Nighthawk branch that he is responsible for. In this way, he cannot help but not try his best, after all, what is lost now is all his future power.
Baldhead is back to recuperate from his injuries. His wife was originally on a mission in Europe. When she heard that he was seriously injured, she rushed to Africa overnight to take care of him. Now Gallon is giving them leave to travel around the world.
Now Nighthawk is in charge of the black-haired ponytail woman Sandra.
While everything was still being processed here, Garen quickly rushed back to the United States to visit his parents. After that, he might have to invest in training for the Mark of the Dead Apostle.
Suddenly a beeping sound came from the mobile phone, it was a text message,
'Where are you?'
It's a text message from daddy Emma.
"Still on the highway, I don't know where we are, but it will take at least four hours." Gallon replied.
'We prepared beef, chicken fillet, foie gras and caviar soup to celebrate your first time home from college. This is your mother's new dish. It tastes great with durian salad. You will definitely like it!'
Garen didn't know what expression to use.
As soon as you hear a soup with such a name, you know it will definitely not taste good. It is a soup made entirely of meat. There are no vegetables at all. There is also a durian salad, which makes your tongue feel greasy.
'Your mother has been studying nutrition recently and believes that with some special process, most of the nutrients in meat can be highly concentrated and put into the soup. This can not only supplement nutrition but also not stretch your belly. Come back
Will definitely like it.'
"Where's Jason, what is he doing here now?"
'He went to Cannon State University. If you hadn't taken the exam in advance, he should have gone before you. By the way, after you left, Raphael gradually came less and less. Sister Alisha often came to visit.
Asking about your situation, do you want to consider choosing one of them?' followed by a lewd expression. 'I think Jason is definitely out of luck.'
"It's still early, why are you in a hurry?" Garen couldn't help but think of those strange-looking sisters again.
They have no connection with the Primary Color Group, and they have that strange aura about them, as if they are the center of the world.
"Are they okay now?" He came back to his senses and sent a text message to ask.
'It's okay. Arisa will go to high school soon, together with little Vivien. Her sister Aisharo is pursuing many people now. She directly threatened that the minimum condition for pursuing her is to defeat her head-on. Didn't you defeat her back then?
Her? Come on! Don't be afraid! Your mother and I are behind you to support you!'
Garen was too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense.
"Have they done anything unusual these days?"
'Abnormal? No, it's normal.'
"I'll talk about it when I get back," Garen finally replied.
'All right.'
After breaking off the chat with his father Emma, Garen quickly called Raphael.
After a short waiting tone, the call was connected directly.
‘Garen? Are you coming back?’ Raphael’s voice was still so full and confident.
"How do you know? I'm on my way back. How are you these days?"
'Very good, what about you?'
"good."
Then there was a period of silence. No one knew what to say.
'There has been a bit of chaos in the town recently. You shouldn't have come back at this time.' After a moment of silence, Raphael continued. 'Do you want me to go out with you and walk around?'
"Chaos? Isn't Grandor okay all the time?" Garen heard something strange. He actually knew Raphael's identity as a witch. If she said chaos, then there was probably something wrong.
'Some foreign criminals have entered the town, and the situation has not been good recently.'
"I'll leave when I come back to see my parents. I won't stay for a long time. It doesn't matter." Garen smiled.
"How is your life at school?" Raphael changed the subject.
"Fortunately, it's just like that." The two fell into silence again for a while.
"Then I'll hang up first." Garen took the initiative.
'Um.'
The phone is disconnected.
Garen suddenly felt that he and Raphael no longer had many common topics to talk about. They used to swim together, play together, live nearby, and go to school together, but now they can't find any intersection.
Putting down his phone, he suddenly felt a little tired and closed his eyes for a rest.
"Young man, you look very unhappy."
An old man sitting in the front seat turned back to look at Garen. He seemed to notice Garen when he was picking up something he had dropped.
Sitting in a car, a young man with outstanding appearance like Garen was undoubtedly very eye-catching. For example, on the left seat, two young girls sitting side by side were stealing glances at him from time to time.
"Fortunately, I just don't see much sunshine." Garen showed a polite smile.
"Really?" The old man was wearing a round-top straw hat to block the sun. He was wearing a thin floral shirt and black shorts, looking like a fashionable old man.
"When I saw you last time, you were much better than you are now. I remember you could also play the violin, right?" the old man said with a smile.
"Violin?" Gallon frowned, "Do I know you?"
"Didn't we meet last time?" the old man replied with a smile.
His voice suddenly became trembling, distorted, and vague, like a raging sound.
His face actually began to melt, dripping down like candle wax, dripping onto the ground of the car, melting the lower car panels to create holes of varying sizes.
Garen was surprised to find that after the car's underside melted, what was exposed was not a high-speed moving highway, but a blur of black.
He didn't know why he took it for granted that the old man's face melted, but instead felt surprised by other things.
His eyes were involuntarily focused on the black hole below. He lowered his head and could only see the old man's lower body in shorts from the corner of his eye.
The strange thing is that when he wanted to concentrate on observing the details of the ground inside the bus, he couldn't concentrate at all, as if everything was blurry. There were no details, no lines, and no dust.
Snap.
He seemed to hear something.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the old man in front of him stand up. He turned around, faced him, and stood still in front of him. Suddenly he raised his legs and walked directly towards him.
Garen suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of fear coming over him.
He wanted to raise his head to look at the old man's face, but he couldn't move even with this simple movement and could only lower his head.
The figure of the old man is getting closer and closer. The yellow solution dripping from his upper body is also getting closer and closer.
"What's going on?" Garen's heart seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. His thinking was very slow, like a baby acting on instinct. He simply lost the ability to think and could only watch the old man getting closer and closer.
Bang!
There was a violent shaking, and Garen suddenly opened his eyes.
call.....!
He leaned back on his seat and looked at the empty seats in front of him in astonishment. There was no one sitting in front of him at all. There was only a young woman sitting in the row further ahead. She was dozing off with her head tilted.
There were constant complaints from passengers in the car about the shaking.
"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to a stone on the road and ran over it." The driver apologized loudly.
Garen suddenly realized this time that he had actually fallen asleep just now, and it was just a dream.
He touched his forehead, and it was all wet.
Once again, I carefully looked at the back of the seat in front of me. The advertisement printed on it showed a beautiful woman posing with one hand raised and the other on her hips. She was only wearing a blue low-cut skirt. On the side was a line of small words: Oriental ancient technology, restore your innocence.
.
The following is an introduction to various business functions. The main business is painless abortion and virginity restoration*....
There was also a gray stain stuck to the flawless word. I don’t know what it was. It was stained by something. Someone wrote in black pen on the side: I don’t want to do it!
An inexplicable sense of joy immediately diluted Galen's inexplicable emotion just now. He calmed down and touched the fabric on the back of the seat. It was as rough as a raincoat.
He looked to the left and saw a middle-aged couple sleeping next to each other on the seat over there. They were not young girls at all.
"What was that just now? What would have happened if I hadn't been awakened by a bump in the car?" When Garen thought of this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, as if his soul was facing some huge threat.
‘You must be aware in your dreams that you are dreaming.’ ag’s words appeared in his mind again.
"How do you know that you are dreaming in a dream?" Gallon recalled everything just now, that unprecedented sense of crisis and panic. It really didn't look like a lie. If he was afraid that something that didn't look like a human would really touch him.
If you hit him, what will happen to him will probably hurt his soul.
It's just the instinctive warning of the soul seed, not false.
In this contact, the guy suspected of being a Dead Apostle has already taken action. The dream just now was an attack! A very dangerous attack!
Garen felt confident and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"If you want to realize that you are dreaming in a dream, one of the methods according to ag is to use observation of details to tell the difference. Generally, the biggest difference between reality and dreams lies in the details. Dreams are disillusioning because they are based on human beings' own memory.
Reshaping, this kind of reshaping cannot be done in detail, there will definitely be some blurred and unable to present the details. At this time, you should be able to find that the environment you are in is not a dream.
Garen wiped his face with both hands. For the first time, he felt that he had no power to fight back and was attacked by other beings.
He looked at his attribute column, and the number in the mental column actually dropped...
It dropped from 2.4 to 2.3, a full drop of 0.1.
"Sure enough... the attack just now was real..." Garen saw a dark mist-like symbol behind his status bar.
The moment his eyes moved upward, an inexplicable message flowed into his heart.
‘Nightmare debility: The fear in the dream will continue to weaken the subject’s physical fitness within five days, until all attributes are reduced by 0.1 on average. The curse effect has no time limit permanently, and the method of removing it is unknown. Be careful! This curse can be superimposed!’
"Nightmare is weak!..." For the first time, Garen personally felt the strength and difficulty of the other party. (To be continued...)