After talking to Sherron, Sam closed his laptop, stood up and said loudly: "Dean, I'm going out for a while. You can stay here and don't go there."
With a "bang", there was a sound of items falling to the ground in the bathroom. Then Dean poked his head out of the bathroom, holding a roll of toilet paper: "Where are you going?"
"Do you still remember the small town police chief who had a close relationship with the deceased? He said that he and the three deceased were good friends since childhood. I will try to trick him again and see if I can get anything out of him. .”
"But if you leave, what if I'm in danger? Who will protect me?"
Sam picked up his coat and looked helplessly at Dean, who was still pouting: "As long as you don't run out of toilet paper, I guess you won't have any problems."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely be back before dark. Don't run around. If you're hungry, just call for takeout."
Looking at the door that was slammed shut, Dean looked around with some fear and stepped back cautiously. Then... He stepped on the soap that he accidentally knocked down just now, his center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he sat back in an instant.
"Ouch..."
Dean's shrill screams echoed in the room.
It wasn't that he was thrown, but... He remembered that he hadn't had time to wipe it yet...
***
Sherron once again came to the "isolation area" underground of the institute, and looked at the man locked in the single room through the one-way mirror. This person is the so-called "Charlie", the undercover agent that Irving placed inside the institute. According to Long Qi's investigation, this person should have been incited to rebel when he was studying abroad.
It's a pity. I heard that I wanted to be promoted to deputy director of an important base this year, but now I can only eat peanuts.
But judging from his condition, he probably won't be able to survive the day of eating peanuts.
This guy already had symptoms of fear, but after being frightened by Xie Lun, the symptoms worsened. Now he doesn't even dare to eat or drink water, saying that he will choke to death...
The whole person was huddled in a small corner of the room, motionless. If he hadn't occasionally raised his head and looked around cautiously, Xie Lun would have suspected that this guy was a dead person.
Long Shisan stood behind Xie Lun and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to interrogate him again?"
"It's useless," Xie Lun shook his head, "Looking at his current state, he may collapse at any time without interrogation."
Long Shisan sighed: "It's a pity that Owen didn't leave any survivors, otherwise..."
Otherwise, he doesn't need to say it clearly.
Sherron turned back and glared at him: "I said, Irving has nothing to do with this matter. Besides, if Irving mastered such technology, would he still spend so much effort to steal... the core...?"
Xie Lun was stunned, staring straight at Long Shisan.
Long Shisan subconsciously touched his face: "What's wrong?"
Xie Lun suddenly grabbed Long Shisan's shoulders and said urgently: "Tell me quickly, when did the first person show such symptoms?"
"Didn't I tell you a long time ago?" Long Shisan stammered, "It was when Ethan sneaked into the research institute, four days... No, counting today, it should be five days ago."
"Five days ago? Then the time doesn't match up."
Xie Lun pinched his eyebrows.
Long Shisan looked at the startled Xie Lun, frowned and said, "Inspector Xie, I think your energy is indeed a little weak, why not go and rest first, and then come to investigate after you are energetic."
Xie Lun waved his hand and said: "It used to be possible, but now it is not possible. Now there is a similar situation in the United States, which shows that this symptom has spread. If no solution can be found, once this symptom spreads between the two big countries , so I don’t need to elaborate on the result, right?”
Are all the people in China and America turning into cowards as timid as mice
Imagine that kind of scene, Long Shisan couldn't help but shudder.
"But even so, you can't carry it like this. There is an old saying in China, which is..."
"A sharpened knife will keep you from chopping wood? Don't forget, I am also half Chinese." Xie Lun laughed, "By the way, where is Long Qi?"
"It's not because of the museum. After yesterday's fuss, the originally designated exhibition plan will definitely need to be greatly adjusted, and he must be in charge of coordination."
"If something like this happens, you still want to exhibit?"
"Of course, it has been announced to the public. How can we cancel it casually?"
"Yes, they have all been shipped. It doesn't make sense not to let them see..."
Xie Lun closed his mouth suddenly, stretched out his hand to hold his chin, and slowly walked back and forth: "Yes, the time I saw may not be the time it has been delivered. Maybe... it has come a long time ago..."
"Fear?"
"fear?"
"King of Fear," Sherron took a deep breath, "Damn it, why did you think of this?"
He immediately sent a message to Tina in his mind: "When did you summon Lilith?"
Soon, Tina replied: "While you were defuse the car bomb?"
Xie Lun calculated the time and found that it was almost exactly five days from now.
"Can you contact the King of Fear?"
"What are you looking for?"
"Talk about your outlook on life, worldview and values."
"... You're teasing me again... Forget it, I can only help you and send it a message. I don't know whether it will reply."
"Don't worry, it will definitely reply."
"What message do you want to send?"
"Well... just say, if Dean dies, Azazel's plan will really succeed!"
***
In the dark alley, there was suddenly a burst of rapid footsteps, followed by a low roar full of intimidation. A moment later, Dean almost rolled out of the alley, looking back as he ran.
Behind him, under the light, he saw a huge and terrifying unknown figure stretching out from the alley, chasing Dean quickly.
"Damn, damn, damn..."
Dean was breathing heavily, and just as he was about to run onto the road, a homeless man pushing a cart filled with cans slowly walked out from the side.
Dean was caught off guard and bumped into the cart, causing the can to fall to the ground.
"Hey, you don't have eyes!"
The homeless man shouted immediately.
Dean opened his eyes in horror, and saw the black shadow slowly chasing from behind, gradually getting closer to the homeless man.
"Run, run!"
Dean yelled at the homeless man.
The homeless man was stunned, turned his head and looked back suspiciously, and then he saw... a Pomeranian dog with a pink bow, sticking out its tongue, sitting on the ground, looking at him with a haha.
"It's going to kill you, it's going to kill us all."
Dean yelled, struggled to get up among the cans on the ground, and ran away frantically towards the road. As soon as he ran, the Pomeranian, which was no taller than an adult's knees, immediately chased after him excitedly.
"Help..."
"Woof woof woof..."
The homeless man stared blankly at Dean's back. After a long while, he snorted: "Is this what people in the city do these days?"