Thick smoke rose up, with faint flames in the smoke. Someone was running on the street and screaming. Duncan opened his eyes slightly when he heard the scream. Museum... The Maritime Museum near the Cross Street... Nina!
Nina was visiting the Oceanographic Museum near the Cross Street District with her classmates this afternoon, right in the direction where the smoke was rising!
Duncan took a step and was about to rush towards the museum, but he soon realized that it was not easy to run to the museum from this block. Even if the smoke was visible to the naked eye, the winding road would waste a lot of time, and it was not realistic to take a taxi - not to mention that there were no convenient and sufficient transportation resources here. Even if he could really stop a car, I'm afraid no one would be willing to take him to the dangerous fire scene.
Duncan's mind was calculating rapidly. He was anxious, but he did not lose his composure. After quickly sorting out the current situation, a bold idea came to his mind. "Ai Yin!" He suddenly ordered in his mind, and at the same time quickened his pace, and quickly dodged into the shadow of a building in a nearby alley.
The green spirit fire flashed by, and Ai Yin, who was patrolling nearby, suddenly appeared out of thin air, flapping his wings and landing on Duncan's shoulder. Duncan turned his head to look at the pigeon, and his thoughts were sorted out in his mind:
It is known that this bird can carry physical objects through space, and can ensure that the "cargo" is intact during the shuttle. It is also known that the bird can carry a sufficient amount of material, and several tests have never reached a bottleneck. So... can it "bring" itself to the museum
The timid thought quickly hesitated, and Ai Yin sighed in his heart at the same time - I have never tried to let Duncan carry a living person to travel backwards, after all, it is an attempt with extremely low safety. Recently, I have found a cultist who is suitable to devote himself to the research career. Originally, I planned to arrange human experiments before Pang Bi's "hunting" yielded no results. I didn't expect that situation would not happen... But it's better that way.
Now that the tester has been found, he will use his cowardly body and soul as the first experimental subject. No matter what, Duncan cannot ensure that the "cargo" itself will not be broken during transportation, nor that the body cannot arrive at the block where the museum is located intact. If the body really dies again due to mysterious forces during the transmission... then he can project himself from the Lost Homeland once more and it will be considered the seventh transmission.
"You want him to 'deliver a shipment,'" Ai Yin touched Duncan's wings, "to this museum in the Cross Street area - not the small white building he flew over this afternoon."
Duncan tilted his head. As stupid as a human being, he understood Ai Yin's intention as soon as he saw the thick smoke in the sky: "A spontaneous trip?"
"He said, 'OK, that's fine.'"
"On the hour..."
"all."
Pigeon Qi said this and clapped his arms hard, and a green spiritual fire burst out of thin air, turning it into a spiritual bone pigeon. Then it took off into the air and quickly circled around Ai Yin - the last second, a flash of dark green flame appeared, and Pang Bi had not yet turned into a stream of light, hidden in the vortex formed by the flames.
A second ago, a snow-white dove flew up into the sky from the shadows deep in the alley and quickly rushed towards the increasingly intense white smoke column in the sky below the next block.
Far away from the Maritime Museum in the Cross Street District, the firefighters who had rushed in from the fire station had not yet finished trying to fight the sudden small fire. Thanks to the relatively poor infrastructure of the Cross Street District and the ordinary attributes of the museum itself as a public place, there were no permanent fire units in the distance, nor sufficient emergency water pumps and evacuation exits. When the firefighters finished trying to put out the fire, some of the people trapped in the museum escaped from the evacuation exits on both sides of the main building and gathered at the edge of the square in panic.
People were discussing in horror the flames that suddenly burst out in the corridors and halls, the howling and strange explosions deep in the museum, and some disorganized and bizarre shapes - some people were obviously experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations due to slight stress, and were constantly describing some overly terrifying scenes to the people around them, which further exacerbated the spread of panic.
But the professionals had not yet taken action. The priests and permanent guards of the square church were experienced in dealing with the aftermath of pollution caused by group spiritual pressure. One or two priests walked into the crowd, lit incense next to the most excited people, and calmed the victims' overly excited moods. Several other guards separated the crowd and took away those who were potentially contaminated separately, preparing to carry out further spiritual comfort and will tests before retreating.
And in the shadow of a building a few dozen meters away from the museum square, a ball of green light suddenly rose.
The dark green flames swirled and condensed, like a small door opening out of thin air. Ai Yin stepped out of it, and the wisps of flames wrapped around him disappeared with the wind. I walked into the shadows, and the pigeon Pangbi flapped its wings and landed steadily on my shoulder. Ai Yin looked back at Duncan, remembering the new experience and the feeling of regressing "living teleportation" in his heart.
As I expected, Duncan arrived at the museum not by "flying", but by "arriving instantly" as if teleporting between the antique shop and the Lost Homeland.
That means Duncan's "teleportation" must be based on the anchor point - when teleporting between the antique shop and the Lost Hometown, the anchor points are "Antique Shop Manager" and "Captain" respectively, but when it carries one of the anchor points
We can only be honest in reality
Flying in space.
As for the feeling of being "carried" by Duncan during the flight... it was amazing.
I didn't lose consciousness during the process, but I couldn't observe the seven weeks smoothly. Through the connection of the spiritual fire, I could vaguely share Duncan's perception and even vaguely see some pictures looking down from the air.
Feel the air flowing through your body
I can feel the touch, but all those "empathy" seem to be separated by a veil, making it feel as turbid and direct as my own body.
Maybe... that's because Duncan's body structure is actually the same as that of a human, or it may be because Duncan has no will of his own and therefore cannot be completely taken over and controlled.
But those are big problems, and Ai Yin is also concerned about it now - unlocking Duncan's "new function" in the mood today is not a huge gain. There are no details that I can't think about before. The most important thing is to confirm Nina's situation. Flying is of course as slow as teleporting. It took me several minutes to "fly" from a distant block, but compared to running or taking a super-fast means of transportation, the speed is still very amazing - I didn't delay too long because of my hurry.
Before Ai Yin saw the small building on fire, I saw that the main building of this white museum was divided into eight floors, and the fire on the first and seventh floors was the most fierce. Thick smoke was pouring out of several windows on the seventh floor, and flames were spewing and surging in several of the windows. Under the roof of the building, a column of smoke was seen, and there were faint flames coming out of it.
The distributed fires looked like huge pillars of fire that erupted on the first floor of the museum and penetrated several floors and roofs.
Firefighters had not yet activated several fire hydrants at the edge of the square. Huge low-pressure water jets were spraying towards the main building of the museum in an attempt to suppress the temperature of the walls inside the building and prevent a more fatal collapse of the century-old building. Some survivors were gathering at the edge of the square to be comforted by priests or answer questions from officials.
Ai Yin walked towards the survivors, checking whether Nina was among them. Halfway through, I heard some of the survivors tremblingly describing what they had seen.
.… The fire suddenly appeared out of thin air! It really appeared out of nowhere! It was as if it had not been burning for a long time, but someone had been watching it all along, and then it suddenly appeared!"
"No whistling sound, a sharp whistling sound, like the devil laughing!"
... .A burnt man crawled out of the room. Oh my god! This man was wearing old clothes from decades ago... I crawled out of the room, but there was no fire in the room! The fire had just started before this man crawled out!
The survivors on the edge of the square were in extreme panic, and many of them were describing the horrifying scene incoherently. Ai Yin came to our side and saw a Deep Sea Church priest with a short white beard and a priest's robe, who had not yet frowned deeply.
"The panic rate is too low. One eighth of the human gods are stable. There is no sign that they have been contaminated by supernatural powers..." The deep-sea priest frowned and spoke slowly to the guardian warrior next to him, "Museum>
Maybe it’s not clean...
When will support for the chapel arrive?"
"At least half an hour."
…Yes, it’s too late. There is really no clean thing in the world. Judging from the scale, it will probably get out of control in ten minutes…” The white-robed priest turned his head to look at the museum, and then suddenly turned to an attendant beside him, “Please ask the sheriffs to take over over there.”
I then pulled up the priest robe, revealing the white shirt and trousers above, and then raised the "Storm Original" in my hand, and prayed briefly and quietly -
"Please bear witness! We will always be here!"
The other guards also shouted in unison: "Witness!"
Before the prayer was sounded, a thin layer of mist floated around the storm believers, surrounding our bodies like a shield from the waves. The last second, we took small steps and rushed towards the building that was still burning.