Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 428 13. Looking for Ghosts

In the early morning of the next day, Merlin returned to the ghost base in Kansas with a cold expression on his face.

He sat in the empty office with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Elsa still left. After a night of absurdity and indulgence, she finally engraved her own shadow in Merlin's heart. Compared with the other shadow in Merlin's heart, Elsa's The impression seems to be clearer.

The former is passion, the latter is precipitation.

Different situations with the same result.

Merlin put his fingers under his nose, and the aroma of Elsa's hair seemed to remain on his fingertips, but this made Merlin's mood worse and made him a little irritable.

"Snapped"

A document was slammed on the table, and he couldn't calm down and go to work.

Although he still has a lot to deal with.

Merlin took out a pack of Sika cigarettes from his pocket, took one out of the cigarette box and put it near his mouth, he stretched out his finger, a ball of dancing flame lit the cigarette, after taking a deep breath, the acrid smoke came from Squirting from his mouth and nostrils.

He needs to calm down, and he needs to control his inner churning emotions.

Parting is not Merlin's favorite scene. He hopes that all the good things in life will remain. In essence, Merlin is also quite a greedy person.

He yearns for more goodness.

But fate... always trying to pull those things out of his life.

This is a battle between him and himself, and it seems that this battle is far from over.

"click"

With a soft sound, the case of the golden pocket watch in Merlin's hand was flipped open, revealing the moving pointer inside, which represented the passage of time every minute and every second.

Merlin stared at the moving minute and second hands. After a while, he leaned back on the office chair and closed his eyes tiredly.

"buzz, buzz"

A few minutes later, Merlin was awakened by the buzzing of the mobile phone on the table. He turned around, picked up the mobile phone, and found that the caller on it was a relatively unfamiliar number.

"Hey?"

Merlin put the phone to his ear, and he asked:

"Mr. Z, you rarely call me, what's the matter?"

"Agent Merlin, the ghost's energy signal has appeared again."

On the other end of the phone, the chief officer of the MIB, Senior Agent Z stared at the jumping green lines on the computer screen, and he said to Merlin:

"Near a farm in northwest Kansas."

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

Merlin hung up the phone, he stood up, stretched his shoulders, and disappeared into the office in a flash.

Regarding the mysterious alien ghost, Merlin has been trying to find it since he came to Kansas.In the past few days, Raven Victor has been flying along the sky of Kansas under Merlin's order, trying to find clues about the existence of that mysterious guy.

but no...

It's like this guy never existed.

However, some areas of Kansas do have a "superhuman" legend, mostly stories of victims being rescued from disaster by the same person who suddenly appeared.

There was also a strange consistency in those stories about the mysterious benefactor, a sturdy young man with an unsmiling, black hair who seemed to be handsome.

But Merlin doubted that the last feature was a heroic image made up by the victims.

Because most of them have never actually seen the face of the metahuman.

Whether it's a shooting, robbery or arson, that guy always appears suddenly and disappears immediately after rescuing the victim.

"Swish"

The next moment, Merlin's figure appeared on a plain in the northwest of Kansas, which was very close to the coordinates given to him by Agent Z.But when Merlin raised his head, he saw not far away, a huge gray tornado lying between the sky and the earth...

"A tornado."

Merlin shook his head and said:

"Natural disaster like Wisconsin."

Kansas is an inland state, and the biggest and frequent natural disaster here is tornado, which is almost exactly the same as Wisconsin, where Merlin grew up.

Under Merlin's gaze, the highway in front of him was completely paralyzed.

People screamed and tried to escape the ravages of the tornado. On the plain near the highway, the roaring giant tornado uprooted the trees, and the heavy vehicles were also involved. The terrifying sound was like Howling ghosts in hell.

Terrible.

Merlin's attention was kept on those people who were fleeing to the refuge, and he could feel that there was a repressed power far beyond ordinary people hidden in those people who were running.

That should be the ghost that Agent Z was talking about.

He is hiding among these people.

But he hid it well, and even Merlin's darkness perception made it difficult to clearly distinguish the location of the ghost among the crowd.

Well, it seems that this brother doesn't like to expose himself in front of the crowd.

"what?"

Merlin observed the crowd in the distance from a high altitude, and as a result, he saw a person rushing out of the crowd and rushing towards the paralyzed vehicles on the highway. He ran very fast, as if he was looking for something.

A moment later, Merlin saw the man rush into his car, trying to bring out a shepherd dog trapped in the car, but the fast tornado pushed the cars away, and he was also caught by the car door. its stuck.

"It's crazy!"

Merlin shook his head, he disappeared into the air in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was in the stuck car.

"you are?"

The man who was struggling to get rid of the disaster and his dog turned their heads to look at Merlin who suddenly appeared at the same time. Before the man finished speaking, he was involved in the rolling black mist and disappeared into the carriage in an instant middle.

In the next second, the roaring tornado swept the car into the sky, and then slammed into the viaduct on the other side.

The moment Merlin took away the reckless man and his dog, Merlin felt that the wave of energy that was looming in the crowd reached its peak.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw a young man with dark hair hugging a crying old woman.

The energy fluctuation that made Merlin feel a strong threat came from this young man.He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to rush out and into the tornado, but his hand was firmly held by the old woman, as if preventing him from rushing out to save others.

"Got you!"

Merlin rolled the man who had escaped death and the terrified dog, quietly away from the raging tornado, he remembered the appearance and figure of the black-haired young man in his heart.

Now is not a good time to meet him.

not to mention...

Merlin looked back at the middle-aged man with a dull face in the black mist, and he said softly:

"Perhaps you can tell me more about the 'ghost'..."

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"vomit"

After experiencing a long-distance teleportation, the middle-aged man who was rescued by Merlin landed on the ground of the ghost base dizzily. The feeling of dizziness hovering in his mind and body made him subconsciously He vomited.

"Don't spit on my floor."

Merlin's calm voice sounded behind him, and the somewhat bald man turned around to see Merlin standing behind him, and handed him a glass of water.

"Thank you...thank you."

The pale-faced man took the water glass, he took a sip of water, his legs were still trembling abnormally, he had just narrowly escaped from death, and he was still in shock.

More importantly, he couldn't figure out the details of the person in front of him who had saved him.

He was a man with secrets, and Merlin couldn't hide that.

The smell of secrets is intangible and qualityless, but in the eyes of people like Merlin who have dealt with secrets for a long time, it is the most conspicuous characteristic, which can be easily captured.

The collie beside him was also terrified.

The dog lay quietly at the owner's feet. From time to time, it raised its head to look at Merlin, and then quickly lowered its head. Its eyes were full of fear, as if it was facing a natural enemy.

"Don't be nervous, sir. I'm not a bad guy."

Merlin sat back on his office chair. He waved his hand, manipulated the gravity, and handed a cigarette to the middle-aged man. The latter glanced at Merlin. The cigarette suspended in the air made him a little afraid.

But he still took the thing that represented goodwill. After going through a series of things, he urgently needed to calm himself down.

"Snapped"

Merlin snapped his fingers lightly, and a ball of flame appeared in the air, helping the middle-aged man light a cigarette.

"cough cough"

The middle-aged man seemed not used to the smell of tobacco, he took a sharp puff, and then coughed violently a few times.

"Introduce yourself, sir."

Merlin looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the chair in front of him, he took out his secret agent ID, and said:

"I'm a Level 6 Special Agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense Assault and Logistics Agency. You can call me Merlin. As you can see, I'm a government official. I'm not doing you any harm. I just have a few questions for you. ask you."

"I do not know."

The middle-aged man immediately replied nervously:

"I do not know anything."

"I haven't started asking, sir."

Merlin glanced at him, and he said:

"Quick answering is not a good habit... Tell me, sir, what's your name? Where do you live?"

"My name is Jonathan."

The middle-aged man lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to meet Merlin's sharp eyes. He tried his best to keep his tone calm, and he said:

"Jonathan Kent, my wife and I run a farm together, just next to the small town of Smallville. We have lived there all our lives, and everyone nearby knows us."

"We're all ordinary people, sir. Oh, yes, thank you for saving my life today."

Old Jonathan raised his head, and he sincerely said to Merlin:

"I really thought I was going to die."

"I know that a lot of people in this country think of their pets as part of the family."

Merlin glanced at the collie at Jonathan's feet, and said:

"But I still don't recommend that you risk your life to save your dog when you are in danger...It will lead to many bad consequences, and your wife and son will be very sad."

Having said that, Merlin changed the subject and asked suddenly:

"Tell me about your son. That handsome young man with black hair. He looks very powerful."

"Do not."

Old Jonathan's breathing became heavier. The farmer tried his best to hide his fear in front of Merlin. He gritted his teeth and said to Merlin:

"Clark is just an ordinary Kansas lad. He's like any other young man. He's reckless, hot-tempered, and doesn't like his parents' nagging. He's a sailor, and his years at sea keep him in shape. But trust me, sir, Clark and us Same, normal people."

"Mr. Jonathan, calm down."

Merlin stretched out his hand to signal the farmer not to panic. He slowly took out a document from the drawer, opened it, and glanced at Jonathan. He cleared his throat and read:

"In September, 1980, a small spaceship crossing the solar system fell into the North American continent in the early hours of the morning."

"Its specific landing point is 7 kilometers north of the small town of Smallville, Kansas."

"This small spacecraft was suspected of carrying alien life. It was finally recovered two hours after the incident, but the alien life and the biological cabin inside were missing."

"With the limitations of tracking technology in the 80s, 47 agents conducted a two-month search in Kansas, but still found nothing."

"We named the missing alien life 'ghost'. Judging from the technological level of the spacecraft it was riding on, 'ghost' should have been born in an alien civilization that is hundreds or even thousands of years more advanced than the earth's technology."

Having said that, Merlin stopped speaking. He crossed his fingers, raised his head, looked at the despairing old Jonathan in front of him, and said softly:

"Mr. Jonathan, your son, Clark... Clark Kent, what year was he born?"

"1980...but he was innocent."

In the face of the irrefutable evidence presented by Merlin, old Jonathan's clumsy acting skills could no longer cover up all of this.

He slumped on the chair as if his spine was broken, and he begged Merlin:

"Clark is innocent, he didn't hurt anyone, he is even kinder than us, please, let him go."

"No, Mr. Jonathan."

Merlin closed the documents in his hand, took out the pocket watch from his pocket, and said to the farmer in front of him:

"you misunderstood."

"Probably from those absurd movies and fictional images, you have a stereotyped paranoid impression of us. But in fact, I don't have any malice towards your son... I was just entrusted to come here Find him and help him..."

"boom"

As soon as Merlin finished speaking, the glass wall of his office was violently smashed from the outside by a huge force. Amid the sound of glass shattering, an angry black-haired young man jumped into Merlin's office.

The piercing sirens of the base being invaded sounded at this moment, but the young man didn't care.

He glanced at his collapsed father, then clenched his fists and glared at Merlin.

Merlin slowly stood up from the chair, he glanced at the time on the pocket watch in his hand, and said to the young man in a gentle tone:

"Well, seven minutes, from Smallville to here...you're fast."

"Clark Kent...ghost!"

(End of this chapter)