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Chapter 27 The atmosphere is here, can you read the air

Omer didn't quite understand how the leader and the corpse were put together.

He even felt that the guy in charge of sending the message from the Two Realms Administration of Tianmen City made a typo, or his mind was not clear enough to type such words with a fragmented consciousness.

After all, his only contact in Tianmen City is Morrison. He is quite familiar with leading Morrison. It happened twice in Jiemen District, and the corpse...
He doesn't really want to assume: Morrison is dead, this kind of premise, but if he wants to make this assumption, who can he lead?

It can't be my parents who have been missing for 19 years, right?

Could Morrison still have an illegitimate child in Tianmen City?
Omer was really caught off guard by this move. He waited in a daze for the second pick-up bus. After getting on the bus, he looked at the back of the taciturn driver's head and wondered whether there was only a metal shell like a visitation port for prison inmates. treatment.

This doesn't seem like a police car, does it?
Shipped as a felon?

"Mr. Driver?" "We'll talk about it when we get there. You need to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

"?"

Amo, who was directly interrupted by the other party, obviously had more question marks in his heart, but when he heard the non-disclosure agreement, he immediately thought of Morrison's job, and maybe he could rule out his non-existent parents.

Maybe it can't be that those two people who are not responsible are also classified personnel?
As for what the other party has said, let’s talk about it.
"Mind if I text you?"

"There is a signal isolation device in the car."

But there must be a channel that allows you to communicate internally?

Omer raised his hand and touched his chin, and then took out the terminal. He didn't care about the attention of the other party looking at the rearview mirror, but just flipped through the terminal's photo album.

From the monster photos taken in the venue to the mechanical Godzilla shot at the end, Omer flipped through them one by one to pass the time, but it didn't take long before the brows that had been stretched were slightly furrowed.

He stared at the photo of Mechagodzilla he took, which had a grainy skin texture, like a product that had planned to make a wave of bionic skin for Mechagodzilla but failed halfway, with a very small hole.

Even if it is not a terminal that pays special attention to photography, its pixels are far superior to the cameras of mobile phones at the same price.

The photos taken in this way can be enlarged nearly ten times by Omer. In the already somewhat blurred close-up, he saw the cylindrical hole.

It's very unnatural, it's so round that it looks like it was drawn freehand by those monsters in the Alchemy Department. It's easy for people to think of 'this thing was shot by some kind of cylinder' at a glance.

Was it a scar from an attack or something?
Omer tried to recall the appearance of the monster, but even if he called up the memory video at that time with the help of the chip, he could only use his own perspective.

From that perspective, he didn't see how Mechanical Godzilla appeared at all, only the dazzling breath suddenly broke into his field of vision, and then he looked at the monster that breathed out.

But if you think about it from the distance you first saw, with such a huge and heavy body, if it is really walking step by step, even if many people are caught by the horse race, it is impossible for no one to notice it.

At least he should be aware of the shaking of the ground and the undisguised sound of footsteps.

"Godzilla vs. King Kong", that is, the legendary mechanical Godzilla that appeared in the monster movie universe, is 400 feet tall and weighs unknown, but at least more than [-] tons. This comparative value is from "Godzilla × Mothra × Mechagodzilla Tokyo SOS, the Type [-] Machine Dragon Kai can be used as a reference, it can be heavy, but it should never be light.

As a monster lover, Omer can only be sure of this, and he can even find out the memory of watching the setting set and confirm it again.

Did it pop out of nowhere, or was it a jet lift?Is this mark a natural design from the beginning, or is it a scar accumulated over the years?

Cylindrical shape. Could it be that my consciousness is too much?

Homa thought of the strange woman in Hall No. [-] of Round Valley, and she was indeed holding a strange cylinder in her hand.

Stop it, stop it. Stop thinking about it.

Omer raised his hand and pressed the space between his brows, feeling that what he should do right now is restraint.

Curb your curiosity.

The plan he made today has been shattered, and the smooth plan for the first day of the trip has also been completely shattered.

The whole person seemed to be involved in some kind of turmoil, and the most urgent thing was to understand the situation and related information, rather than causing more trouble for himself.

——Of course, if the problem in front of you is unable to solve it, then you can use other troubles to create a new one.

There is a saying that drives away tigers and devours wolves. Even if you mess with a tiger, you may turn into a ghost, but if the government doesn't plan to deal with wolves, then they should be willing to deal with tigers, right?

No, don't think about this first. Omer once again convinced himself in his heart not to habitually assume such a bad situation.

The world clearly has so many possibilities, and my luck is always good. I always imagine that these steps will also affect my temperament. For the time being, Homa still hopes that he can give people some ordinary and even approachable impressions.

As a 19-year-old young man, he should enjoy a fulfilling school life and self-cultivation, instead of fighting with such an over-adult thing. If he gets into trouble, he may be expelled directly from school.

Looking back at Aumer's school life so far, he was an excellent student who didn't even fall behind in full attendance, and had no flaws except that he had no sense of presence in the circle of classmates. How big a stain would it be to be dismissed by the university directly after the college entrance examination? !
Such a future is too dark. Just thinking about it, Homa felt that what was frightening was his own imagination.

Can you think of something better?
I just keep thinking about this kind of ifbd line that arranges myself clearly, whether it looks decent!

"Here we are, it's time to get off, Mr. Linton."

"?"

time flies pretty fast
Omer adjusted his clothes a little bit, moved the scarf around his neck, and then looked back at the distant urban agglomeration in the northern district. He could see that the giant beast with a little fire was still there, and the spiral vortex clouds above his head implied thunder. , is being baptized down head and face.

The giant beast roared as if nothing had happened, but in the next second, a beam of light that broke through the dark clouds pierced through the armor and frame. The beam was so familiar that he widened his eyes in astonishment. things are used so easily.

It was a bombardment that could cut through the planet, and the meaning of destruction could not be detected by looking at it from a distance. Its trajectory was towards the sky, allowing the stars above the sky to shed a gentle glow.

If it is going underground, everyone will have to flee for their lives. Whether they can escape is another matter. This city does not have so many teleportation circles and space jumping devices, but there is no shortage of ships. After all, it is a port city.

But that also had to be on board.

".City of Tianmen, do you often use that kind of thing?"

After being silent for a moment, he asked the driver standing beside him, and it was a bit difficult for him to speak.

But the other party replied nonchalantly: "Normally, it's not necessary, but it's not surprising to use it."

Omer fell silent again.

Witnessing this kind of 'allowing the use of extremely dangerous weapons in the urban area' feels very uneasy, but before he had time to read the following text where the body of the giant beast began to fall, the driver patted his shoulder: "Don't look at it. Yes, there will be a TV station report later, follow me first to lead people."

So what exactly will the leader say that he can get?
Amo, who was reminded of this, responded softly with 'OK', and accompanied him to the Tianmenzhicheng Police Station where the signs and logos were too obvious and too large.

Surprisingly many people here.

It seems that many illegal and criminal incidents have occurred during this period, so that the place is full of people who come to consult, call the police, or come for other reasons.

These people didn't care much when they saw Omer, but they all wanted to surround the driver who brought Omer over, and after being signaled by the driver, they all backed away unwillingly.

So obedient?Aumer was a little surprised, not quite sure whether this was a manifestation of the capabilities of the Tianmen City Police Department.

Maybe it's because the atmosphere here is different from Jiemen District, the police use force much more frequently than verbal?
Considering the similarity between certain directions of the city of Tianmen and Gotham, it is difficult for Omer not to guess like this.

Just when Omer was subconsciously analyzing the security issues of Tianmen City, the driver had already stood at the corner of a stairway and said, "Come here, go upstairs."

"Eh? Huo sir, are you back?"

"Just came back, take this up."

The driver seemed to have met some acquaintance at the stairs, and Omer's eyes became subtle when he heard the acquaintance's voice.

As the pace progressed, the familiar green hair also came into view.

"Ah, that reporter?" There was also a familiar title.

"I said I'm not a reporter," Omer said helplessly, "I'm only a senior in high school, and I'm still a student."

"You know him?" The driver stopped in surprise.

"I ran away for my life before, and they were all there, so what?" "Mechagodzilla," "Yes, near Mechagodzilla, if you don't run fast, you will be melted together."

"Then you should bring him here at that time, he is the relevant family member mentioned above." "Huh?"

The driver, or the sheriff, who obviously didn't plan to chat with the other party, waved at Omer: "After the pleasantries, follow up now."

"it is good."

Omer also felt that this situation was not suitable for chatting, who else would he meet, and there were so many people in the lobby outside that the Hoshiguma police officer needed to deal with.

So he stepped to keep up, failing to notice Hoshiguma's silent lip-synthesizing at him.

That's the 'get ready' lip.

But maybe he didn't need that kind of encouragement either.

He followed the police officer, and only stepped on four steps, when he saw the policeman raised his hand and pulled open a door on the wall, leading him into it, and saw a slightly narrow morgue.

Except for the three corpse racks covered with white cloth in front of it, the surrounding walls are all mortuary cabinets, which are densely packed enough to make anyone who steps foot feel heavy and depressed.

But Homa's attention was not taken away by them, he stared at the corpse rack directly in front of him, even if it was only a green and dry ankle that was half-covered, he could recognize it at a glance Find out the identity of the corpse.

The vampire who came to be illuminated by the Holy Spirit is like this, and if he puts more force on it, it will probably be broken into ashes.

"...Morrison Linton," he wiped his nose with his hand, turned his head to look at the driver who was silently looking at him, and even more so at a man who was dressed in the uniform of an executive from the Two Realms Security Bureau, who has been quiet from the beginning until now , as if calmly asked, "Is he dead?"

He felt that he had managed to look calm enough, although he really didn't have the urge to cry, and he didn't even feel much heartache, but just felt a little empty.

But when he asked this question, he still felt an unreasonable heaviness.

But in the next second, from the protruding hand of the executor, he saw a finger-wide light screen, on which Morrison's handsome face, as always, said something that was very disappointing to that face:

"I think I can still save it, but I can't say I'm dead."

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