LOTM Side Story An ordinary person's daily life 6-QQ MTL

Lord of the Mysteries Side Story: An ordinary person's daily life (6)

Great existence. Hearing Vernal's words, some of Patton's deepest memories rushed out.

This made it difficult for him to contain his fear, and his feet took a few steps back out of control.

In his archaeological activity many years ago, all his nightmares began with seeing similar descriptions!

Just as Barton trembled and tried to turn around and run away, Pacheco. Dawn, the deputy director of compliance, took the initiative to ask Vernal a question:

"now that you have felt the will of that great being, why not make peace with the Quaternary remnants who are tracking you?"

Vernard's breath suddenly heaved a little, as if it had emitted a faint, pale white fog.

His voice grew louder:

"they don't believe in it wholeheartedly, they still have reservations!"

As Vernar spoke, the half-collapsed house was filled with a thin, hard-to-see pale fog, giving off a strong smell of blood.

Barton seemed to understand something, but he was not in the mood to think.

He just wanted to get out of here and escape the danger that was about to rush out.

Pacheco was quite calm. He looked at Vernal and asked kindly:

"what kind of help do you want us to provide when you keep visiting Mr. Barton and writing to the foundation?"

Hearing this, Barton froze.

On another occasion, he would have thought Pacheco was asking Vernal what kind of legal aid he needed!

At a time like this, shouldn't there be only two choices left? Either run away and call the police, or take out your weapon and give Vernal a shot or a shot. Barton was puzzled by Pacheco's handling.

Vernal, with a pale fog at the end of his nose and pale gray eyes, had no resistance to this kind of communication, and his expression settled down, and he replied in a slightly majestic tone: "No, no, no.

"two things.

"one is to take this item to the suburbs and return in the evening."

As he spoke, Vernal threw out a glass bottle with a thin neck.

The glass bottle seems to be so strong that even if it falls on the ground and touches a stone, it will not be damaged at all.

And its interior is filled with a pale, thin, almost illusory fog.

At this moment, Barton was keenly aware that Pacheco, the deputy director of compliance, was stiff, as if he felt something unusual.

Instead of observing their reaction, Vernal continued:

"the second is to help me find objects like this when collecting antiquities."

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper out of his arms and spread it out.

A strangely shaped lamp is depicted on the paper. it is like a miniature kettle with a wick extending from the mouth of the kettle.

". No problem. " Pacheco replied in a slightly lower voice after a two-second silence.

"good, , don't you think it's a coincidence that we met?" Vernard immediately dropped the piece of paper and jumped to the height of the semi-collapsed house.

Like a baboon, he climbed and jumped like a baboon, and soon disappeared in front of Barton and Pacheco.

"what are we going to do next." Barton looked sideways at the deputy director of the compliance department.

Before he had finished speaking, he suddenly paused, for he found Pacheco standing still and breathing heavily.

In addition, Pacheco's body surface also faintly grew a thick black curly hair, muscle bulging, making the black tweed coat very tight.

……. Monster. Monster. Barton's pupils dilated sharply, as if he wanted to see what Pacheco looked like.

In the blink of an eye, Pacheco's abnormality disappeared, and he exhaled a long breath:

"We wait here."

". Do you need to pick them up? " Barton pointed to the thin-necked bottle and paper on the ground.

Pacheco moved the corner of his mouth and said:

"you can pick it up.

"but then you have to keep a distance from me."

Barton blurted out:

"will the fog in that glass bottle affect you?"

"some things, even if you are not sure, it is best not to try rashly." Pacheco still did not give a positive answer.

It's really tiring to communicate with him. Barton thought for a moment, took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the bottle and the paper.

As soon as he bent down and grabbed the two items, there was a faint light in front of him.

Then a pair of boots appeared in his line of sight.

One of the boots is pointed up, and the other is similar to the currently popular round-toe boots, as if they belong to two people.

With a tightening in his heart, Barton straightened up and looked ahead.

Opposite him stood a lady.

The lady wears a long dress divided into two pieces, complicated on the one hand, concise on the other, containing a variety of colors on the one hand and pure black on the other.

This asymmetrical dress made Barton instinctively grumpy and wanted to tear off each other's clothes and give her a normal skirt and a pair of normal boots.

This kind of impulse does not contain any desire of men to encroach on women, but purely comes from the aversion and aversion to that kind of aesthetics.

After forcibly putting up with the discomfort, Barton turned his eyes to the lady's head.

She had a rather beautiful face, a high nose, plump lips and rare dark gray eyes, about twenty to thirty years old.

Instead of being amazed, Barton felt that the other party's appearance was indescribably strange.

After a few seconds, he finally understood the strange source:

The lady's face was expressionless, unlike a real person, closer to the wax figure.

"Vernal has left." Pacheco, deputy director of the compliance department, seems to have completely recovered and offered to speak.

The lady glanced over the bottle and paper in Barton's hand:

"what does he want you to do?"

"take the bottle to the suburbs and return in the evening. In addition, help him find the items depicted on the paper." Pacheco replied quite calmly, showing that he did not want to be the enemy.

The lady nodded and said:

"give me the bottle."

When she had finished, Barton seemed to hear an order that could not be disobeyed, and instinctively threw his thin-necked bottle at the other side.

"are you a Tamara?" Pacheco seized the opportunity and asked.

The lady caught the thin-necked bottle, glanced down and said:

"I didn't think anyone would remember us."

Pacheco responded with a smile:

"in fact, from the end of the Quaternary to the present, there have been active members of the Tamara family, but the number is very small.

"have you ever heard of telepathy?"

"they are them and we are us." After a simple answer, the lady's body faded quickly and disappeared into thin air.