The project to utilize the natural nuclear fusion reactor of the sun began to unfold in full swing at an alarming speed.
In just one month, the first Mercury exploration ship funded by Blacklight Technology set sail, and the Moon Rabbit space station temporarily became the bridgehead of the Dyson Cloud Project. Dozens of spacecraft began to be built in the Moon Rabbit dock.
Until the Four Continents and Blacklight Technology jointly build a space base specifically responsible for this project in the future, the Moon Rabbit will assume this responsibility, and in return, the Four Continents have provided some benefits that cannot be bought with money. .
One step ahead, one step at a time, Black Light Technology's status in the Earth Federation is becoming increasingly important. Now, even the most politically obtuse people have vaguely realized that Black Light Technology has gone beyond the scope of a private enterprise. In front of the Earth Federation, Black Light Technology is more like a private enterprise. It is a force for equal dialogue, not a company under the Earth Federation.
"Unknowingly, has the capital of this company expanded to this extent? Blackwatch is going to go against the grain!"
"666, the Earth Federation is capitalized. If this continues, the entire earth will probably belong to this company in the future. It will be illegal for us poor people to even breathe a breath of air..."
"I have to ask the politicians of the Earth Federation, why do they feed a capital so big? When the country's law enforcement agencies are dominated by a for-profit enterprise; when a certain enterprise can make law enforcement rules at will; when the police When it becomes a law enforcement tool of a certain company; when a certain company is above the law... Is there any justice and justice in this world?"
"Are you memorizing your lines upstairs? Blackwatch has never done these things you are talking about. When did they interfere with the law? And upstairs, I think you are overthinking, because Blackwatch Company I don’t care whether a pig like you breathes air or not!”
"The old man upstairs is rich! What's the group number? If you don't have enough money, bring me one!"…
There are rumors all over the Internet, and many people are showing their concerns about Blackwatch as always. However, usually such hot topics will not last long, and a group of opposing comments will flood in. Some of these comments come from Blackwatch fans, and Most of them are trolls hired by Blacklight Technology.
As you came and went, both parties began to greet each other cordially in such an elegant and easy-going atmosphere, talking about their relatives...
…
At this time, on the other side, late at night in Detroit, North America, an eight or nine-year-old black boy was banging on his mother's door desperately and screaming loudly.
The little boy's face was covered with tears. From time to time he looked back towards his room in horror, but he only saw darkness at the end of the corridor. In the deep darkness, there seemed to be black shadows surging...
"Open the door, Mom, please!"
"Mom, open the door. Those monsters in the dream are coming to me again. I'm so scared!"
"Woooooooo..."
In the end, the boy couldn't help but huddled in front of the door, staring at the darkness at the end of the corridor.
Finally, the boy heard an angry footsteps coming from his mother's bedroom. Then the door opened with a creak, and a smell of alcohol hit his face. Standing inside the door was a white man with eyes that were almost ready to spit fire.
"Mr. Quinton..."
A look of help appeared in the boy's eyes, but what he received was a hard slap from the other party!
"Snapped!"
The boy was stunned. He glanced at the other person blankly, then turned to look inside the room, only to see his mother sitting on the bed with an impatient face, smoking a cigarette.
"That's enough, kid!"
There was a trace of disgust in the white man's eyes, "You have disturbed us dozens of times, what did I tell you before? I said I hope it won't happen again!"
"Mr. Quinton, I'm sorry..."
The boy couldn't help but sob softly, "But everything I said is true. There are really monsters in dreams. I didn't lie to you!"
"Snapped!"
However, the boy's explanation was still a slap in the face. The man named Quinton growled, "I've had enough of you. No wonder your father doesn't want you. Believe it or not, if you dare to knock on me and me in the middle of the night again, If you open your mother's door, I will crush you to death with my own hands!"
As he spoke, he roughly grabbed the boy by the collar and dragged him towards his bedroom, "Now, go back to bed and sleep!"
"No, no, Mr. Quinton, please don't let me go back!"
The boy's expression suddenly changed, and he struggled desperately, "Those monsters... Those monsters ran out of the dream, they really ran out of the dream! Believe me!"
But no matter how hard he struggled, how could he get rid of the hostage of a middle-aged man in his forties? Soon, he was dragged back to his room by the man.
"Okay kid, get on my bed right now!"
The man Quinton ordered loudly, and at the same time subconsciously pressed the light button on the wall.
"Crack!"
With the sound of a switch turning on, the man Quinton only saw the light above his head flash twice, and then go out again.
"Um?"
Quinton couldn't help but frown. He pressed the switch several times again, but the light still only flickered twice and then dimmed again, as if it had been disturbed by something.
"The lightbulb is broken?"
Quinton scratched his head in confusion, and then looked at the little boy behind him. Only then did he realize that after he came to this room, the little boy suddenly became quiet.
"George?"
Quinton turned around in confusion, only to see that the little boy had shrunk to the bed at some point. In the darkness, he was staring at him with a frightened expression. No, it should be said that he was staring at behind him!
For some reason, when he saw this scene, Quinton suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He turned his head slowly and stiffly, but through the corner of the window, he saw nothing behind him.
"Huh..."
Quinton secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of ecstasy. He was an adult, but he was tricked by a child!
Thinking of this, he turned back angrily again, and was ready to yell loudly, but the moment he turned his head, a black figure stood in front of him at some point.
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When the morning sunlight shone into the dark streets the next day, the gloom in the entire street seemed to be dispersed instantly, but what followed was a burst of piercing screams.
Soon, the local police department was dispatched, cordoned off a house and rescued an unconscious child from the house.
"This is the crime scene, Mr. Shawn."
A man wearing a black cloak and holding a pipe, surrounded by several police sergeants, slowly came to the house that was blocked by dense isolation tape.
"Just last night, a very horrific murder occurred in this house."
One of the bald sergeants explained, looking at the other's handsome profile with a flattering expression, "The deceased were a white man and a black woman. The white man's name was Bass Quinton, forty-one Years old, he was originally an unemployed vagrant, but because he hooked up with the owner of this house, he was able to live here."
"The black woman is the head of the family and has a son. Her husband died in a gang shootout three years ago, so she has been taking care of the child alone until last night... "
After saying all this, the police chief sighed slightly, "This is the background of the two deceased people. The death of these two people was extremely strange. It was probably the work of psychics, so I had to ask Mr. Sean You came to investigate.”
The man named Sean nodded. He ignored the isolation tape at the door and walked to the door step by step. Then he frowned slightly and said, "There is a smell of sulfur..."
"what did you say?"
The police chief on the side asked subconsciously.
"Don't you smell the smell of sulfur?"
Sean turned around and asked.
"No... there's no smell here."
The sergeant sniffed hard and then shook his head.
"Strange, this is not what my nose can smell, but my..."
Sean opened his mouth with an expression of surprise. His expression became more serious, and at the same time he slowly opened the door in front of him.
The bodies of the two deceased people had not yet been disposed of. Sean went to the second floor first and opened the door of the master bedroom. He immediately saw a black woman lying naked on the bed. Her body was shriveled. Although she was black, her skin was It has a strange grayish color.
"Her blood was drained."
Sean commented immediately, and then he stepped forward and gently touched the deceased's body, only to find that her chest had completely collapsed, but there was no wound on her body.
Seeing this, Sean raised his eyebrows again, "Her internal organs are missing..."
Seeing the movements of Sean's hands, the police chief on the side wiped his sweat slightly and said, "So far it seems that is indeed the case."
"Where's the other body?"
Sean turned his head and looked at the other party calmly.
"In... in the children's room."
The police sergeant made a "please" gesture and led Sean to the room at the end of the corridor. Here, a big white man was lying quietly on the floor, his eyes bulging and a look of disbelief on his face, as if he was dying. I saw something extremely terrifying before.
Sean squatted down and groped around on his body again. Sure enough, just like the deceased woman, the internal organs in his body were missing, but there was not a single wound on his body.
"Take the body back."
Seeing this, Sean stood up and said in a solemn tone, "Remember to send me the autopsy report."
"well!"
The police chief nodded repeatedly. For some reason, he had seen many murder scenes, but none of them were like this. The whole room seemed to be filled with a strange sense of death, giving people an indescribable sense of depression.
After the body was taken away, Sean was the only one left in the children's room. Then he looked around, catching various clues.
Sean is a psyker.
Detective Psyker.
He was also a victim of the fusion virus that year. After recovering from the disease, he discovered that he had gained a magical ability—the ability to recall what happened a few hours ago in a small space.
Just like a video recorder, his ability is to find the playback button of the video recorder and play back the images left in this area.
Although this ability is auxiliary and has no offensive power, Sean is a valuable member of the Detroit City Police Department, because every time he takes action, it will inevitably mean that the case can be solved easily!
At this time, Sean picked up a photo on the table. The photo was a photo of an ordinary family of three. Two black men and women showed their big white teeth and looked at the camera with a smile. In the center of them, A boy with a sweet face.
It is said that this boy is the only survivor of this incident.
After placing the photo back in place, Sean no longer hesitated. He closed his eyes and began to activate his abilities.
Buzz…
Suddenly, everything in the room became weird. Black shadows kept flickering in the room. It seemed that all the shadows in the room came to life. They began to regroup and reorganize in front of Sean. At the same time, The light outside the window also began to dim!
If this scene was seen by outsiders, they would probably scream out to God, because it was morning and the sun had just risen, but at this time, the window seemed to have returned to darkness!
This is Sean's superpower.
As his psychic energy was activated, everything in the room went back to a few hours ago. At the same time, the door of the room began to shake violently. It seemed that someone was knocking on the door vigorously, but Sean just watched vigilantly. He glanced at him but did not go forward to open the door, because he knew that if there was really someone outside the door, he would have come in long ago. How could he not say anything and just keep shaking the door
Thinking of this, Sean focused his attention on the room again, only to see two figures standing blankly in front of the door of the room.
The two figures are one tall and one short. The tall one is the deceased named Quinton, and the short one is the child in the photo.
"Huh? Why is there no action?"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Sean couldn't help but frown. He continued to activate his power, but the two figures were frozen in place. No matter how Sean activated it, he could not make the scene go back!
At the same time, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Sean only felt that the sulfur smell in the house seemed to be stronger...
"Cough... cough..."
Sean couldn't help but cough. His nose felt slightly warm, as if something was flowing down. Sean subconsciously lowered his head and touched it, but he only touched blood on one hand - this was due to excessive use of psychic powers.
"I still don't believe it!"
Sean gritted his teeth and raised his head to release his psychic energy even more vigorously. However, when he raised his head, he was shocked to find that at some point, the two figures in front of him suddenly turned their heads...
At this time, the two phantoms were tilting their heads and staring silently at him at a strange angle, which made Sean's scalp explode. At the same time, a chill penetrated from his limbs.
impossible…
The two phantoms traced back with spiritual energy are not real people, so how could they be looking at me