Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 225 28. Dark Stories - The Blind

Generally, after losing sight, a blind person's other senses become sharpened.

This is the body's compensatory instinct. In order to continue life and fill up the defects caused by the lack of vision, other organs will try to "replace" the role of the eyes.

Merlin knew this, and he could understand the sound Matt made when he heard him move.

But what he couldn't understand was how little Matt, who couldn't see with his eyes, could accurately identify his identity.

Perhaps sensing Merlin's doubts, Little Matt said softly:

"I can smell you."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Merlin immediately raised his arm and smelled it.

He didn't smell anything, he was a very clean person.

"You smell different from other people, Mr. Merlin. I remembered that smell when you took me to the hospital."

Little Matt says:

"It tastes like ice cream, always carrying a special kind of coldness. So when you sit here, I know it's you."

"But I can't smell anything."

Merlin looked at the unfortunate child in front of him, he said something with a smile, then reached out and stroked little Matt's hair.

It has been more than a year since he sent little Matt, who had an accident, to the hospital.

The 9-year-old had changed a lot from the last time Merlin saw him.

His chestnut hair is a little longer, and the freckles on his face have also faded. Looking carefully, this kid looks quite handsome in sunglasses.

He is taller and thinner than he was a year ago.

Moreover, presumably because of the loss of eyesight, the child seemed more stable and silent than his peers.

He speaks like a little grown-up.

"Your father went to the boxing championship in Russia and plans to change his job to become a professional boxer."

Merlin looked at little Matt, and he said:

"Before he left, he entrusted me to come and see you. If possible, he planned to let you live in my house. Let me ask you, are you willing?"

"dad..."

Mentioning his father, little Matt's expression became a little sad.

He closed the book, turned around on the chair, and leaned on his guiding stick with both hands. The movement was almost exactly the same as that of Merlin who was sitting by the bed and leaning on the cane.

The kid in sunglasses "looked" at Merlin in his own way, saying:

"Did he really go to Russia?"

"of course."

Merlin said without changing his face:

"If you want to see him, I can take you to Russia right now."

"You are lying!"

Little Matt erupted suddenly.

At this moment, the child clenched the guide stick in his hand and screamed at Merlin:

"You are all lying! Priest, nun, and you, you are all liars! My father didn't leave, he won't leave me alone!"

"He just left in a hurry, because the league is about to start, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye to you, Matt!"

Merlin's tone became a little gentler, and he said:

"He's a good father, you should know that better than anyone, he went all that far just to give you a better..."

"Dad is dead!"

Matt's next sentence completely interrupted all the lies Merlin was trying to weave.

Merlin looked at the sobbing little Matt in surprise. At this moment, he suspected that someone else had revealed the news of Jack's death to Matt.

who is it?Could it be Sister Maggie?Did Merlin misread the nun?Is her heart so vicious?

"I heard gunshots..."

Little Matt took off his sunglasses, he wiped his tears awkwardly, and said to Merlin intermittently:

"When I got into the taxi, I heard the voices of those people talking to my dad. They cursed, they beat my dad. I wanted to go down to help, but the driver with a strange accent wouldn't let me go down. I heard my dad bleeding, I heard Dad being knocked to the ground, I heard..."

"They fired... Dad's heart stopped and I heard it! I heard it all! You're all lying to me!"

Merlin stood up, he stretched out his hand to hold the agitated little Matt, and said gently:

"No, that's not true."

"It's just some auditory hallucinations. A child your age does happen occasionally. Listen to me, normal people's hearing can't hear those sounds. You heard it wrong."

Merlin reached out and held Matt's head gently in his arms, and he said softly:

"Trust me, your father is alive. He's in Russia. He's in Moscow. I don't have to lie to you, kid. I can take you there. I can even have him come back to New York to be with you."

Matt who was hugged no longer struggled, he became quiet, and seemed to be listening. After a few seconds, he said to Merlin:

"Your heart beats a little faster, you're lying."

"Ok?"

Merlin looked at the child in his arms suspiciously.

As if to confirm that what he heard was not false, Matt continued:

"There is something in your veins, and it flows with the blood. There are many strange things in your left hand pocket. There are guns, sticks, and many boxes covered together. In that box, something is beating... .I can hear it beating violently, like sealed lightning."

Matt raised his head, he "looked" at Merlin suspiciously:

"How can you fit so much in your pocket?"

Merlin's expression became serious at this moment. He let go of Matt and squatted in front of him. He looked at the child and asked:

"What else can you hear?"

"I can hear a lot."

Little Matt's expression was also a little dazed at this moment. He raised his head and "looked" at the window in front of him. He stretched out his hand to open the window, feeling the wind in the night and the voice in the wind. He said:

"There were birds singing in the park, boats going in the water, and Tucker was bullying the women again, and I heard him whip them."

"I heard there was a car accident on the 11th street corner, the girl was not injured, but the driver's heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker."

"I heard a car pull up."

Little Matt stood up, and he looked to the east:

"On the edge of 6th Street, someone got out of the car, and he was knocking on the door, and he was calling your name."

"Hold on..."

At this moment, Merlin felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He took out the phone and glanced at it. It was a call from Coulson.

He picked up the phone and put it to his ear, and the next moment, he heard Coulson's voice.

"Sir, are you home? I'm at your door."

At this moment, Merlin looked at little Matt, and he knew...

The child in front of him lost his eyesight in an accident, but he got something more.

Something surprising enough.

"I'm not at home right now."

Merlin asked:

"Is there something urgent that you are looking for me at this time? Coulson."

"Jimmy encountered a supernatural incident in Central City. When he was investigating, he accidentally discovered that the person concerned had something to do with you, sir. So he called and asked if you need to handle this matter yourself."

"Huh? Central City?"

Merlin frowned, and he said:

"Mr. Henry?"

"Yes, Henry Allen."

Coulson replied:

"He's been involved in a murder case that Jimmy has confirmed is related to paranormal events."

"Well, how could someone like Henry kill someone?"

Merlin smiled, and he asked casually:

"Who is the deceased? What does it have to do with Henry."

Coulson's tone became a little heavy at this moment, and he said to Merlin:

"The deceased...is Mr. Henry's wife, Mrs. Nora."

"Snapped"

At this moment, the mobile phone in Merlin's hand was completely crushed by the uncontrollable force.

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"Swish"

Under the shining light of the long-distance teleportation spell, Merlin, wearing a windbreaker and leaning on a cane, appeared in Central City, in front of Allen's mansion in his memory.

His body hadn't healed yet, so the long-distance transfer across half of North America brought him some pressure.

He coughed a few times, and then leaning on a cane, he walked towards the sealed mansion in the darkness of night.

The police officers from the Central City Police Department had already put up warning banners around them. Seeing Merlin walking towards them under the illumination of the street lights, those police officers planned to prevent him from entering the scene of the crime.

Merlin took out his ID card from the inner pocket of the windbreaker, and put it in front of the policemen.

The conspicuous logo of the level 6 special agent supervisor made these policemen stand in awe.

According to the rank comparison between S.H.I.E.L.D. and other departments, a level 6 agent is equivalent to a major in the army and a detective in a divisional police station. Of course, this is only a theoretical class. Since agents and police are not in the same system, in When necessary, these policemen can completely ignore Merlin.

But generally speaking, facing an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. that only belongs to the World Security Council, no one wants to cause trouble.So the officers took a step back and made way for Merlin.

Merlin's expression was very gloomy.

Although he hadn't had much contact with the Allen couple in the past few years, the couple occupied a very important position in his life.

Like old Stan and Vico, they all gave Merlin the strength to persevere when he was desperate.

Especially the kind-hearted Allen and his wife, who are the most memorable friends of Merlin.

But now, his friend is suffering from bad luck.

"Sir!"

SDOLD level 3 agent Jimmy Wu, who was collecting evidence in the messy house, immediately greeted his chief when he saw Merlin.

Merlin waved his hand, signaling him to continue with his own business.

He stood in the living room full of blood and stains, and the past events were still vivid in his mind.

He still remembers the delicious breakfast he had in Allen's mansion, Mrs. Nora's slightly frightened but still kind expression, and Henry's sincerity in retaining him.

Merlin closed his eyes and stroked the chair next to him. Several years later, the chair was still placed beside the dining table as before.

He sighed.

As expected, he was riddled with bad luck. A few years ago, he thought that the Allen couple had escaped the bad luck that followed him, but a few years later, the bad luck that had escaped came back.

"Have you found anything?"

Merlin asked.

Beside him, Agent Jimmy looked at the note in his hand and said to his officer:

"There are not many valuable discoveries, Mr. Merlin. We only detected weak energy remnants in the house, and those energies are dissipating rapidly. The deceased was stabbed in the heart with a table knife. The method of murder was precise. Didn't suffer too much pain."

"It wasn't Henry who did it!"

Merlin says:

"Definitely not him."

"But there are only his fingerprints on the knife, which are very clear."

Agent Jimmy said with some embarrassment:

"And at that time, besides Mr. Henry, only his children were there. Although we know that there must be something hidden in it, we can't prove it. Those energies are very weird, and we can't even leave the existence of it evidence."

"Then check!"

Merlin said to the agents around him:

"Put down all the affairs at hand, focus on this matter, and investigate! Find out the results!"

"Yes, sir."

Agent Jimmy accepted his new mission. As a member of SDOLD, he was used to dealing with these nagging affairs.

"Where are Henry and his children?"

Asked by Merlin, Agent Jimmy replied:

"Mr. Henry is now at the police station. In the minibus, he was temporarily taken to his home by a sergeant who was a friend of the deceased and Mr. Henry. The body of the deceased is in the morgue of the police station, but with all due respect, Sir, there is nothing suspicious on that corpse, I have already checked it."

"Ah."

Merlin nodded, he stopped talking, but turned and left the house.

Standing in the night, Merlin looked back at the Allen mansion behind him. He could imagine how happy and peaceful this place used to be, but now it has become a place of death.

A place where ominousness and disaster condense.

He clenched his fists.

He didn't know if this should happen, and he didn't know if it really had something to do with him, but the guilt in his heart had never been so strong.

Merlin wants to do the right thing, fight for order, fight for the people he cares about, fight for the people he loves, but this time, the people he cares about may be hurt because of him.

This made Merlin feel heavy inside, the pressure almost made him unable to breathe.

Under the dim starlight, he raised his head, looked at the sky above his head, gritted his teeth, and asked word by word:

"Does it have to be like this?"

"you!"

"Do you have to do this!!!"

(End of this chapter)