Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 11 10. Nightmare. The first outbreak

At midnight in Chicago, the neighborhood near the train station is still very lively.

There are people looking for fun in every bar, and there are also bold fireflies standing under the street lights and posing under the street lights to solicit customers. In the dark corners, there are also some homeless people and drug addicts curled up.

The vehicles coming and going on the street, the neon lights on both sides of the street, and the lights of feasting and feasting all form a scene of the world under the night.

It was an ordinary day, an ordinary night.

Until a sudden explosion woke up the bustling neighborhood, as if a bomb had been dropped into a deep pool.

"boom"

Amidst the huge roar, everything in the entire psychic shop was submerged, and the collapsed walls and violent shaking of the ground even affected the small shops on both sides.

In the billowing black smoke, frightening sparks continuously poured out from the psychic medium shop, and the shattered fragments of those objects were mixed in the smoke, hitting the streets, hitting the cars parked on the side of the road. ring.

The violent explosion also destroyed the water pipes and gas, and the spewing gas sparked a second round of explosions amidst the splashing sparks, but this time the detonation was much weaker than the previous one.

Terrified people rushed out from the shops on both sides and gathered on the other side of the street. They looked at the psychic shop completely covered by abnormal smoke and whispered to each other.

There are many people who think that the nagging old psychic must have done something that should not have happened, and it has attracted punishment.

Others thought it was just an ordinary gas explosion, just bad luck for the old crook.

Someone made a call, and ten minutes later, a fast-moving fire engine rushed out of the darkness, and firefighters in orange clothes began to prepare for the rescue of the small shop that was still billowing with smoke.

In the chaos, no one noticed.A young man with a pale face and wrapped in a black blanket was covered by the smoke, as if he was seriously ill. He leaned on the wall and staggered into the dark alley next to him.

That was Merlin.

The loss of magic power comes and goes quickly.

The dark magic power in his body seemed to be to punish that lifeless old liar. After his rampage condensed into a dark storm and wiped out everything about the old liar, he quickly and obediently returned to Merlin's body.

The young man who turned into a dark storm has also turned back into a mortal body. He has no scars on his body, and even his clothes are intact. Even when he was unconscious and instinctively fleeing from the exploded shop, he was still alive. He took away the old liar's wallet.

But this does not mean that Merlin has no losses.

The old liar seemed to have opened some kind of "seal" in his body, allowing the dark power that had been silent to become active again, as if the magic power sleeping in his soul had completely awakened.

That power is undoubtedly evil, it absorbed a life after it was revived, and the self-inflicted old liar almost used his own life as a sacrifice to release Merlin's "power".

That's not what Merlin wanted, he doesn't have the ability to use that power now, he can't even mobilize it.

He could only feel the scorching dark aura rushing through his veins, and no one knew what it would do in the next moment.

In the alley leading to the train station, Merlin walked forward weakly. Under the illumination of the street lamps, Merlin's fingers were still entangled with black smoke similar to the ash storm just now. It was so thin that he couldn't see it without looking carefully. But this means that the magic power has begun to infect his body...

His face was so pale that it was frightening, and he walked in the shadows with a hunched posture, like a weak ghost.

Shadows, shadows wrapped around him, seemed to be waiting for Merlin's call, but the young man didn't want to call them at all.

His brain was muddled. After passively "killing" a life with his own hands, he could hardly think. He just wanted to get out of here, as far away as possible from the demonic green bell buried in the ruins of the explosion.

That's ominous...

It is even more dangerous than the power of the Sangongmo, because there is no limit to that thing, at least the power of the Sangongmo will not attack anyone indiscriminately.

However, Merlin didn't know that after he left, something else actually happened in this city.

Four hours after the bombing, at 4 o'clock in the morning.

After Chicago firefighters extinguished the flames of the psychic's shop and contained the bones of the breathless, nearly blown to pieces of the old crook, the police found other things as they searched.

"Sir, we found some burnt clothing and a box that didn't belong to Peter Old. We're basically sure that there was another person in the store at the time of the explosion."

It was hard not to think of something worse when a police officer reported their findings to his superiors.

"So, you don't think this was an accidental explosion? There's something hidden in it, right?"

The sheriff who was woken up from his bed in the middle of the night and has been busy until now was very impatient. While drinking coffee, he looked at his subordinates and said without looking up:

"Are there any other discoveries? I mean, can you confirm the identity of the mysterious man who was with old Peter?"

"Well, not yet, sir."

The young policeman scratched his head and said to his officer:

"It takes time to investigate. You know, that neighborhood is also very messy. Old Peter himself is a liar with many previous convictions, and his social circle is quite chaotic."

"Then check it out!"

The old sheriff patted the table, he doesn't care how the old crook died now, and who killed him.

All he wants now is to go home and get some sleep.

But just as the police officers were about to respond to their superiors, the door of the Chicago Police Department's office was suddenly pushed open.

A tall black man wearing toad glasses, wearing a suit, and carrying a suitcase walked into the office and closed the door behind him.

He took off his glasses, revealing his eagle-like eyes. He looked at the sheriff and police officer in front of him, took out a certificate from his pocket, and put it on the sheriff's desk.

It was a peculiar badge, with a gray eagle spreading its wings on a ring background.

And there is a three-word name on the ring, which is Strategic Scientific Reserve, a very strange and awkward phrase.

The old sheriff glanced at the certificate, his expression immediately became serious, he looked at the silent black man in front of him, and asked:

"When did you start taking care of these criminal cases?"

"We don't care about criminal cases, Sheriff Phils."

The black man pulled out his chair and sat opposite the sheriff. He calmly replied:

"So if a case requires us to intervene, it proves that it is not a simple criminal case. Let me introduce myself, Senior Agent Nick Fury of the Strategic Science Corps. I am here for the bombing case last night. I heard that, The Chicago Police Department was at the crime scene and found something unusual?"

"We discovered a lot."

The old sheriff winked at the police officer who was standing aside. The latter put away the file and planned to leave, but Nick Fury pressed his finger on the file.

This action is very rude and full of aggression. In a place like the police station, such behavior can easily be regarded as provocation.

The young policeman looked at the old sheriff, who nodded slightly. The young policeman glared at Fury rather unconvinced, then straightened his clothes, turned and left angrily.

After only the sheriff and the special agent were left in the office, the old sheriff took a sip of his coffee. He glanced at Fury, then reached out and opened his drawer, took out a small box, and placed it in front of Fury. .

"But I think, you might come for it. It's old peter's collection, the whole shop was blown up, but it's intact, more than 4 police officers reported to me, when they approached this thing , will hear a strange whispering sound, only this box found together can block that sound."

"This stuff reminds me of all those bloody voodoo things I encountered back in Vietnam."

The old sheriff looked at the box in front of him, and he moved his body a little uneasy, as if he wanted to get away from it.

"Well, it looks like the legendary Green Bell."

Agent Nick Fury was not afraid. He stretched out his hand, opened the box, and saw the peaceful green bell inside. The quaint thing looked like a cultural relic.

"This thing is an unverifiable creation of black magic. In the past with historical records, it appeared at least once every 100 years. Its traces spread all over Europe, South America and some Indian tribes, and each time it was accompanied by large-scale supernatural events. "

"Your prudence is commendable, Sergeant, and it may be said that you saved everyone in this building."

Agent Fury carefully put the box into his suitcase, locked the box with a 12-digit secret, and then conveniently put away the file on the sheriff's desk.

He put on his sunglasses and nodded slightly to the old sheriff:

"Sheriff Phils, it's our responsibility to contain these dangerous things, and this case has also been taken over by the Strategic Science Corps. Let your boys forget about it. It's good for both of us."

"Um"

The old sheriff did not express any objection. In fact, he wished that the indifferent black man in front of him would take away the terrible thing, but before Agent Fury left, the old sheriff asked again:

"Is my old boss, Mr. Pierce, okay?"

"He is very good. He specifically told me to come here as quickly as possible, because he was afraid that his old friend would get into trouble."

Fury smiled back and said to the Sheriff:

"He misses you very much."

"Of course, Pierce is such a person. In Vietnam, without him, we old bones would never have come back."

The old sheriff said something with a smile, and he waved to Fury:

"Then, I won't send you off, Agent Fury, as you can see, I'm quite busy."

"Well, goodbye then, Sheriff. Good luck."

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"Son? Child, are you okay?"

On the train leaving Chicago for the next city, Merlin, who was wrapped in a black blanket and surrounded by nightmares, was awakened by a gentle voice.

He opened his eyes blankly. Under the sunglasses, there were two thick dark circles. Obviously, he didn't sleep well.

As far as the eye can see, the night outside the train window is still dark, but dawn is approaching.

With the light of the carriage, Merlin climbed up from his seat, and he saw an old man on crutches looking at him with concern.

Seeing that Merlin was awake, the old man handed over a handkerchief.

"Wipe off the blood, kid, you look like you need help."

Merlin froze for a moment. He tried to breathe, but a bloody smell rushed into his nostrils. He wiped his nostrils, and his fingers were once again stained with blood.

He has another nosebleed.

Symptoms of mana erosion intensified.

"Thank you."

Merlin took the handkerchief from the old man and wiped away the nosebleed. Looking at the dark night outside the window, he suddenly remembered a terrible thing.He looked back at the old man, and asked in a slightly hasty tone:

"Now, what time is it now?"

"Uh?"

Merlin's question stunned the old man. The well-dressed old gentleman leaning on a cane looked at his watch and said to Merlin:

"It's 5:45, boy, what's up?"

"It's almost 6 hours..."

Merlin scratched his hair in pain, he fell into a strong anxiety:

"I've slept for so long, hell, time, time is coming."

"What time?"

The old man asked again, only to see Merlin stand up from his seat, and he hurriedly walked to the next carriage of the train, as if he wanted to leave here as quickly as possible.

And at this moment, as the train moved forward rapidly, the train suddenly drove into a tunnel, and a darker, more gloomy darkness enveloped the entire carriage at this moment, as if foreshadowing that something bad was about to happen .

Merlin turned his head as if feeling something, and looked at the old man behind him who was trying to help him, as well as the other people in the carriage.

In the vision of the spirit vision, clusters of black smoke-like breaths have completely filled this carriage, this train.

The source of those black smoke was obviously himself.

"bang"

There was a loud noise, and the fast-moving train seemed to be pushed outward by an invisible hand, and the whole carriage jumped.

Merlin's whole body was thrown on the wall of the rolling car in a twirl, several consecutive impacts made Merlin almost faint.

And the next moment, a more terrifying collision and vibration caused the entire train to stop suddenly amidst harsh friction sounds.

There was wailing, screaming, and panic visible to the naked eye. In the flickering lights, it indicated that a disaster had arrived.

Merlin's worst nightmare finally broke out.

This train full of passengers...

Derailed.

(End of this chapter)