LOTM Side Story An ordinary person's daily life 7-QQ MTL

Lord of the Mysteries Side Story: An ordinary person's daily life (7)

After looking at the place where the lady disappeared for a few seconds, Pacheco turned his head and said to Barton:

"Let's go back to the foundation."

"not going to the suburbs?" Barton asked subconsciously.

Pacheco smiled and said:

"haven't you already sent out the bottle?

"there is no need to go to the suburbs again.

"maybe his real purpose was to get us to give the bottle to the lady of the Tamara family. What he said before was a lie.

"of course, it has nothing to do with us. Next, there are no innocent people who are dead or alive, but they just need to do some monitoring to prevent the fighting between them from spreading to ordinary people, which will be handled by the police, not the responsibility of the foundation and the 'compliance department'. "

Vernal's state doesn't seem to be able to accomplish this level of trickery. Barton muttered, without further questions, turned and walked out of the door.

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

Just now he asked if he wanted to go to the suburbs. It was only on the spur of the moment, and it was an old problem that he had not overcome for many years.

Back at the foundation, Barton spent the day a little nervously, ushering in the evening in the tedious and repetitive routine.

I originally thought life was too monotonous, but now I find that monotonous life is so precious. Alas, I just hope that after that, like in the afternoon, there will be no unexpected events. May God bless. Barton stopped at his door, stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and tapped his left chest.

When he had finished praying, he opened the door, took off his hat and coat, and gave them to his wife.

"what on earth is wrong with Vernal?" His wife asked cautiously.

Barton replied calmly and calmly:

He has offended some people and is being tracked. The police have taken over the matter.

"after that, if Vernal visits again, you must not let him in, and remember to send someone to inform the police afterwards."

Barton's wife breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the police had intervened:

"all right."

After dinner and playing with the children, Barton found an excuse to enter the study and sat down near the window.

He needs a space to be alone so that his emotions can be completely calmed down and out of the panic brought about by the Vernal incident.

To this end, Barton took a cigarette out of the drawer and put it in his mouth.

He is not addicted to smoking, but sometimes he needs to socialize, so he has prepared a carton of cigarettes at home and on his body.

Lighting a match and lighting a cigarette, Barton took a deep breath.

He immediately leaned back in his chair and watched the smoke coming out of his mouth and nose.

The pale white gas quickly spread around, reminding Barton of the fog that shot up from Vernal's mouth and nose.

Vaguely, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

It was not a strange discovery for Patton, for Vernal had stopped in his study and must have left some marks that ordinary people did not notice.

Barton had not smelled it before, simply because he was too nervous and flustered, and his attention was focused on Vernal's whereabouts and the words he left behind.

Of course, the bloody smell of the study is so light that it is not as good as the hotel room and the previous ruins, which is also one of the reasons.

As the cigarette gas spread freely, Barton's eyes suddenly squinted.

He has some bad feeling!

After an instant, the pale gas shrank in one direction, with a bloody smell, forming a figure.

The upper body of the figure is normal, with an iconic red nose, which is the archaeologist Vernal.

And his lower body is completely wrapped in gas, like a monster depicted by smoke.

"Fu, Vernal." Barton cried out in a choking voice.

His voice echoed in the study and failed to penetrate the wall.

", I have acquired the immortal body, and as long as there is still fog, I can come back to life!" That Vernal laughed loudly.

He looked more crazy than before, and his eyes seemed to have a pale color.

He, he just died once? Such an idea flashed through Patton subconsciously.

Then he forced himself to calm himself and said:

"what can I do for you?"

As he spoke, Barton impulsively tried to stand up, but was saddened to find that his body was covered with cold and faint fog and lost most of his consciousness.

Vernard stopped laughing, looked Barton in the eye, and said word by word:

"you didn't take that bottle to the suburbs."

Although Barton is impulsive, he also knows that he can't answer this question directly, so he turns his mind around and looks for a good way to deal with it.

A few seconds later, before Vernal spoke again, he changed the subject:

"Why did you change your faith to that one?

"aren't you a faithful believer of the Lord?"

Vernard was silent for a moment, and his expression grew fanatical:

"I see a broader, broader world.

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

"there are countless civilizations, monuments left over from hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, or even tens of millions of years ago.

"this is what the universe really looks like!"

Seeing that Vernal had a bad change in his own problems, Barton shut his mouth and began to think about topics that were insensitive and interesting to the other person.

He took a slow breath and said:

"what else did you find in that Quaternary relic besides the altar?

"how much do you know about the Tamara family?"

Vernal's eyes moved a little:

"the Tamara family had a change of coat of arms.

"it means they've had a pretty big incident."

As he spoke, the archaeologist of the upper body and lower body fog held out his right hand and used the smoke to outline two symbols in mid-air.

The first symbol consists of a layer of thorns, a shield wall and a long sword inserted vertically above them; the main body of the second symbol is an opposite door, the crack of which is served by the vertical sword.

As a professional, barely a well-known historian, Patton instantly thought of the words of the Tamara family:

"they are them and we are us."

"was there a split in the Tamara family?" Barton blurted out.

"I think so." Vernard smiled relieved, then approached Barton with a fanatical expression and said, "your brain is more attractive than I thought, which is the best supplement for me." Relax, your mind will become one with me and witness one great civilization after another. "

He looks weak and needs to be recovered.

Barton's heart jumped wildly, trying to avoid each other, but no matter how much he struggled, his body was frozen and unable to move.

Just as Vernal's face was in front of his eyes, Patton's right hand suddenly hurt and the whole man instantly regained consciousness.

The pale fog in front of him and the monstrous Vernal disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

Barton bowed his head and saw that the cigarette in his right hand had burned to the end and burned his fingers.

"was it a dream? But I feel, it feels so real. " Barton threw away his cigarette, stood up according to his spiritual instinct and went to the window.

He looked out into the street and saw many pedestrians passing through the increasingly dark night under the burning gas lamps, trying to get home as soon as possible.

Among them, an ordinary big golden dog walks normally.