Lord of the Mysteries: The daily life of an ordinary person (seven)

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For a few seconds after seeing where the lady disappeared, Pacheco turned his head and said to Button:

"Let’s go back to the foundation."

"Don't go outside?" Barton asked subconsciously.

Pacheco smiled and said:

"Don’t you already send the bottle out?

"There is no need to go to the suburbs anymore.

"Perhaps his real purpose is to let us give the bottle to the lady of Tamara family, who said all lies before.

"Of course, this has nothing to do with us. Next, whoever lives or lives, there are no innocent people, just need to do some monitoring to prevent the fighting between them from affecting ordinary people, and this will be handled by the police , Not the responsibility of the Foundation and the Compliance Department."

Fernal’s condition does not seem to be able to accomplish this level of tricks... Patton murmured, without asking more, turned and walked out the door.

honestly speaking, returning to the foundation is the answer he wants most now.

It was just his impulse to ask whether he would go to the suburbs just now. It is an old problem he has not overcome for many years.

After returning to the Foundation, Patton spent a little bit anxiously and ushered in the evening in the tedious and repetitive daily routine.

I used to think that life was too monotonous, but now I find that monotonous life is so precious, alas, I only hope that it will be like the afternoon afterwards, and there are no unexpected events...May the Lord bless... Barton stops at his door and stretches out The right hand, clenched into a fist, lightly tapped the lower left chest.

After finishing his prayers, he opened the door and entered, took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed them over to his welcoming wife.

"What's wrong with Vernal?" his wife asked cautiously.

Barton answered calmly and calmly:

"He offended some people and is being followed. The police have taken over this matter.

"Afterwards, if Vernal visits again, you should not let him in. Remember to send someone to inform the police afterwards."

Barton’s wife heard that the police had intervened, and suddenly relaxed:

"Okay."

After having dinner and playing with the children for a while, Barton found an excuse to enter the study and sat near the window.

He needs a solitary space to completely calm his emotions and walk out of the panic caused by the Vernal incident.

For this, Patton took a cigarette from the drawer and dangled it into his mouth.

He has no cigarette addiction, but sometimes needs to socialize, so he prepared a box of cigarettes at home and on his body.

Brighten the match, light the cigarette, and Button takes a deep breath.

He immediately leaned back against the back of the chair, and the looks at smoke spewed out of his mouth and nose a little.

The pale white gas quickly diffused around, reminding Barton of the mist blowing from Vernal’s nose and mouth.

Indistinctly, he smelled a touch of blood.

For Barton, this is not too strange to find, because Vernal once stayed in his study, there must be some traces left, which ordinary people simply cannot perceive.

Barton did not smell it before, purely because of too much tension and confusion, and his attention was placed on Vernal’s whereabouts and his legacy text.

Of course, the **** smell of the study is very weak, which is not one of the reasons why it is inferior to the hotel room and the previous ruins.

During the free diffusion of cigarette gas, Patton’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

He has a bad feeling!

After a short while, the pale gas contracted in one direction, with a **** smell, forming a figure.

The upper body of this figure is normal, with an iconic red nose, which is exactly Archaeologist Vernal.

And his lower body is completely made of gas, like a monster depicted by smoke.

"Fu, Vernal..." Barton suffocated.

His voice echoed in the study, failing to penetrate the wall.

"haha, I have acquired an undead body, and as long as there is still mist, I can live!" That Vernal laughed out loud.

Compared to before, his expression is more madness, pupils seems to have a pale color.

He, he has died just now? Barton subconsciously flashed such an idea.

Next, he forced himself to calm down:

"Do you have anything?"

While speaking, Button wants to stand up impulsively, but sadly finds that his body is covered with cold mist and loses most of his consciousness.

Fernall stopped laughing and stared at Barton's eyes, saying word by word:

"You did not take that bottle to the countryside."

Despite his impulsive personality, Patton knew that he could not answer this question directly, and the busy phone turned his thoughts to find a good way to deal with it.

Several seconds later, he grabbed the conversation before Vernal spoke again, and started to talk about it:

"Why did you convert to that one?

"Aren’t you a faithful believer of the Lord?"

Fernal was silent for a while, his expression gradually became fanatical:

"I saw a broader and vaster world.

"Compared to that, the planet we live in now is like a grain of sand in the desert.

"There are countless civilizations, there are hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, and even tens of millions of years ago legacy monuments.

"This is what the universe really looks like!"

Seeing his own problems made Vernell a bad change, Patton closed his mouth, thinking about topics that were insensitive and of interest to the other party.

He slowly took a deep breath said:

"Apart from the altar, what else did you find in the fourth era ruins there?

"How much do you know about Tamara family?"

Fernal’s pupils is a little smart:

"Tamara family had a coat of arms replacement.

"This means that they have encountered a fairly significant incident."

Speaking, the foggy Archaeologist of the upper body stretched out his right hand and used the smoke to draw two symbols in the air.

The first symbol is composed of a layer of thorns, a layer of shield wall and a long sword inserted vertically above them; the main body of the second symbol is a split door with a slit Act as a vertical sword.

As a professional who is barely a non-famous historian, Patton instantly reminisced about the words of the Tamara family member:

"They are them, we are us."

"Has Tamara family ever split?" Barton blurted out.

"I think so." Vernal smiled comfortably, then moved closer to Barton, and said enthusiastically, "Your brain is more attractive than I thought, which is the best for me Supplement. Relax, your thoughts will merge with me, and witness that great civilization after another."

He looks very weak and urgently needs to be restored.

Barton’s heart jumped wildly, trying hard to avoid the other party, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body seemed frozen and completely unable to move.

Just as Vernal’s face reached in front of his eyes, Patton’s right hand suddenly hurt, and the whole person instantly recovered.

The pale mist and monster-like Vernal in front of him disappeared as if they had never appeared.

Barton looked down, saw the cigarette in his right hand burned to the end, and burned his finger.

"It was a dream just now? But I feel that it feels so real." Barton dropped the cigarette in his hand and stood up following the instinct of spirituality and walked to the window.

His gaze turned to the street outside, and he saw a gas street lamp lit up. Many pedestrians passed by in the deeper night, wanting to rush home as soon as possible.

Among them, an ordinary golden retriever dog walks normally.