Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 18 There are many mysteries
"died?"

Wilson looked at the guy in front of him in amazement, trying to see signs of lying in his eyes.

Unfortunately he failed.

"So..." Wilson was thoughtful, "Do you suspect that I killed that guy named White? And turned people into carpets?"

He made up a little bit of the situation described by the red mask, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like to embed a corpse in the carpet.

But this description is quite perverted...

But at least he has experienced the storms and waves of the future era of information explosion. He has never read any forensic and criminal investigation TV novels, and this method of death does not make him feel that there is anything unusual.

"That guy is a scum," Wilson said calmly, "Wilson was tricked badly by him. But why did you come to me on purpose? As far as I know, that guy is not the only one who lied to Wilson."

He didn't have much trouble with the scammer, he just saw it from Wilson's memory, and to him, it was completely similar to a supporting role of a paper man who knew his name.

If his human body was here, it might be happy to hear the news. The conflict between them is a bit deeper, but...

When I thought that this was a real world, the people who died were still related to me... Especially when it sounded like they died so badly.

He couldn't help being a little awkward and uncomfortable.

But he didn't show any of this, with a standard smirk on his face and an extremely indifferent tone.

"The time when you disappeared is very suspicious." Jie Sen said lightly, "Did you suddenly go out from the rented house that night? That was the night that Mr. White died at home, and even the remaining spirit was sewn into In the carpet, it is completely integrated."

Wilson struggled to sort through the mess of memories.

It is a pity that since I saw the Gomora doll at Christmas, the memory of the human body has become a paste. No matter how I recall it, it is crazy and chaotic. It is like watching the screen of an old-fashioned TV. Not only is the signal bad And the screen is full of snowflakes.

And according to the time mentioned by the red mask... just before he crossed over, he saved the current human body from the hands of Gomora.

He didn't know exactly when Wilson left the rental house to go to the suburbs, and he didn't understand how Wilson got into trouble with Gomora... The time difference between the death of the scammer and the time he traveled was several hours. No idea what Wilson was up to.

Could it be that Wilson really killed the scammer? !

If so, wouldn't he be a murderer? !
Could it be that this strange red mask came to catch me?

But according to his understanding of Wilson, this knowledgeable professor is actually very restrained, gentle and innocent, otherwise he would not be deceived.

Even if he was really angry and wanted to kill the scammer, he should have done it long ago.

And what does this have to do with Gomorra?
He didn't believe there was such a coincidence in the world.

Since Christmas, everything seems to be shrouded in fog, strangely dressed ladies, Gomorrah sparkle dolls, chaotic and blurred memories... and now there is a murder.

All these are inextricably linked with Wilson himself, and there seems to be a huge shadow behind him.

If it wasn't for his sudden arrival...then there would be one more tragedy.

Wilson would have died that night, as had the fraudster.

"Hmm..." Wilson chewed on the extremely vague memory, his brows became tighter and tighter, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the young man, and said solemnly:
"I don't know exactly what happened...but I'm sure Mr. Wilson would have been one of the dead that night had it not been for me."

"what do you mean……"

Jie Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the pale yellow eyes of the professor in front of him. The warm tone is like the sun at noon, and it is like fresh honey. There is nothing unusual about it, just normal human eyes, without those Weird and crazy traits...

But this is ridiculous.

No anomaly is the greatest anomaly!

He was basically sure that the person standing in front of him was not Professor Wilson himself, but was replaced by something.

After several trials by him, this unknown existence finally admitted this fact.

His tone became more and more strange, almost yin and yang:
"You still regard yourself as Mr. Wilson's savior?"

As far as he knows, there are very few people who have goodwill towards humans.The level of life of those existences is much higher than that of ordinary human beings. In their view, human beings are just ants, and they don't care about the life and death of human beings at all, let alone save them.

But the one in front of me...

Unknown, indifferent, and mysterious, he simply couldn't see much abnormality from the human-like appearance.

He perfectly replaced everything about poor Mr. Wilson, whether it was identity or appearance, it could even be inferred from his words that he also captured Wilson's memory.

If he wanted to achieve the above points perfectly, it would be impossible for Wilson to still be alive. Most likely, he was swallowed or occupied by the existence in front of him.

Perhaps, from the perspective of human society, "Wilson" is indeed not a dead person. After all, Professor "Wilson" is still standing here alive and kicking.

But the inside is completely different!

Wilson smiled, but there were faint veins on his forehead:
"I'm really sorry, I'm really Wilson's savior."

He originally thought that those shady keyboard warriors on a certain blog were enough to irritate people, and no matter how annoying the old antiques of the twentieth century were, they couldn't compare to those keyboard warriors.

In the end, he didn't expect that the live-action version of the hermaphrodite was much more lethal than the online version.The keyboard warriors are still separated by a screen, and his side is directly outputting face-to-face.

No wonder the figure in the red mask is so strong and powerful. Under the black windbreaker are broad shoulders and strong muscles. Without these, he would have been beaten to death with a sack.

Wilson folded his chest expressionlessly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm and gentle tone: "I admit that it was the first time I saved someone, and I was not skilled in the business, and almost killed him, but now Wilson is indeed alive. His body walks in the world."

"At that time, I will return my body to Wilson!"

"Are you the Great Race of Yith?"

Listening to "Wilson"'s description, Jie Sen frowned slightly and locked on the closest answer.

"Who is the Great Race of Yith!"

(End of this chapter)