Marvel's Psyker

"Mr. Osborne."

Connors stood at the door and turned to look at the laughing Norman.

"Mr. Osborne, I'm sorry! I... In short, I'm sorry in every sense!"

Norman smiled helplessly, and sighed, "Okay, okay! I accept your apology! Although it wasn't you who hurt me, can you please stop putting on such a shameful look now? Otherwise, if a certain employee passes by, you will think that I have done something to you!"

Connors was amused by Norman, and burst into tears.

"That's right!"

Norman smiled and reached out and patted Connors on the shoulder, "If you really feel embarrassed, please work harder on my research! I'm still waiting for the successful lizard serum to be used! So are you , isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Connors nodded excitedly, "Don't worry! Mr. Osborne, I will definitely work harder! You will see the result soon! Trust me!"

In the end, Connors went back with high spirits.

Looking at the closed elevator doors, the original smile on Norman's face suddenly disappeared.

He caressed the gauze on his arm, and the faint pain seemed to remind him of what he had done so far.

"Don't blame me, old friend. I'm just a father, I'm only doing it for my kids, Connors, don't blame me..."

Norman returned to the office, and his assistant, Ender, was packing the medicine box.

"Is this all right now?" Ender asked Norman respectfully.

"Yeah!" Norman nodded, "If it's too complicated, it's easy to make mistakes, so let's do it for now!"

"I have already told Sergeant Porter that he will cut off all communication with Simon, including after he goes to prison! I hope this can delay for a while."

"Chairman, I don't understand something."

"Huh?" Norman raised his eyebrows, "Let's talk!"

Ender raised his doubts, "I just think that, in terms of your status and identity, there is no need to be so troublesome."

"You deliberately provoked a conflict between Dr. Connors and Researcher Simon, hoping that they would have a conflict. This will prevent them from colluding, and through exchanging information and analysis, they will become suspicious of Researcher Waylon's disappearance, and then suspect you. .”

Norman nodded, "That's right."

"But in my opinion, don't you spend too much energy on them?"

"You still need Dr. Connors to preside over the development of the lizard serum. I can understand that. But for Researcher Simon... you can find someone to make him disappear like Researcher Waylon! Isn't that the case? Witnesses are eliminated, and there is no hidden danger of exposure?"

Norman chuckled, "So you think so?"

Ender stood up respectfully, and said in a serious voice, "It's just my personal opinion. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have guessed your mind at will."

"You don't understand, Ender."

Norman let out a long sigh, leaned his arm on the floor-to-ceiling window, looked into the distance, his eyes blurred.

"You can understand that this is the last consolation I leave for my hypocritical soul."

"Because I never thought that I would do such a thing."

"Then why..."

"Hehe, if you have to ask the reason, it is - God is so fucking cruel!"

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I don't know when, the sun has become scorching hot, the air has been distorted by the sun, leaving faint and strange light and shadows on the empty road.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the police car drove past at high speed, broke through the twisted and hot air, and drove away in an instant.

Except for the black and white back, there is only a cloud of floating dust left on the spot.

There are four people in the police car, one police officer in the driver's seat, one in the co-pilot, one in the back seat, and Simon sits on the right side of the back seat.

I don't know if it's because of the hot weather or because the shaking of the car makes people sleepy too easily. The two policemen on the left side of the back seat and the co-pilot's seat leaned their arms on the window frame and supported their faces. Taking a nap with eyes closed.

In the driver's seat, the policeman who stopped Simon showed off his driving skills again.

He stretched out his monogram tattooed right hand, twisted the knob on the car speaker, and tuned out a blast of rock music.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the music, he also began to twist his body presumptuously in the driver's seat, and even howled from time to time.

Shifting gears and stepping on the gas pedal, the car seemed to fly as fast as he was holding it.

The scenery outside the car window was like broken light and shadow, speeding past and being left behind.

The two sleeping policemen were woken up, muttered something to him with resentment on their faces, and then fell asleep again.

After listening to the rapid siren for several minutes, Simon felt that his heart couldn't bear it.He licked his lips irritably, hesitated for a moment, and mustered up the courage to ask, "That, officer?"

The tattooed policeman in the driver's seat was still shaking himself, ignoring him at all.

"Officer!" Simon turned up the volume, "Can you turn down the music a bit? I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable."

The tattooed policeman turned his head and glanced at him, said nothing, then turned around, stretched out his hand and turned the knob to turn up the volume of the speaker.

"Well, as you please."

Simon sighed helplessly. Feeling bored, he cast his eyes out of the car window, and the scenery in the car window quickly receded, just like Simon's current depressed mood.

But looking at it, suddenly, Simon noticed something was wrong!

It stands to reason that for the convenience of dispatching police, police stations are generally built in places with convenient transportation, and will be evenly distributed throughout the city, so as to cover as large a jurisdiction as possible with as few police stations as possible, covering the entire city .

But now the scenery outside the car window is much more desolate than when I got in the car, and it is getting more and more desolate!

There are few people on the street, the buildings on the side of the road are very low, and even on the side facing the street, the appearance is dilapidated and old.In the slightly larger open space on the side of the road, you can see tents crowded in a pile, and even shacks built with wooden sticks and quilts.

Occasionally, I could see a passer-by sitting on the steps by the side of the road, with an unshaven beard, a greasy face, dull eyes, and a sense of hopeless decay.

Such a scene doesn't look like the surrounding area of ​​the police station!

Simon's heart lifted quietly.

He couldn't hold back, and observed the surroundings more carefully according to the thoughts in his heart.

as predicted!

After a few minutes of observation, Simon confirmed one thing:

Their car is not going to the police station in the city, but is driving outside the city!

Simon swallowed secretly, a bad premonition rose in his heart for no reason, and it became stronger and stronger.