This explains why he stared at me. Bowanox paused, then looked at the two of us again. Ah, you want him to stop, don't you
"Please, now is not the time."
Four people died? Are you sure you didn't make things worse? If you just let it go, how many people will die.
"Stop talking," Garroville said. You take two, I take two.
Powanox floated over from the three dead Jǐngcha. What about the morgue? This is why I come here often.
Ah, that's right. Galloville shook his head. I have no idea. There is at least one more.
"Then let's go there first. Let these people at least have a chance to catch a cold."
"very good."
Powanox looked at the two of us again, maybe thinking of saying a few more words, and then walked away in silence.
"Fan Fan," Garowell said softly, now I have to pass these souls through the void. It will take a while for me to come back tomorrow. You should have a good rest. "
I stood up slowly, staring at Garroville blankly, blood splattered all over my face except where the tears fell.
Come on, I'll take you home first, go to sleep if you want, my friend.
I have never had such a heavy sleep before, and the second Galloville's hand left his forehead, and he came out as if his exhaustion was a broken river.
I woke up slowly, and when my consciousness gradually regained consciousness, his eyes were only half open. He may have remembered everything that happened, but he was not ready to think about it yet. He hid in warm sex for a while, and the tug behind his eyes told him that nothing matters. It will be all right after a while.
I took a deep breath and sat up. It was dark outside, and I looked at my clock, it was dark again, and I must have slept all day.
"Garoville?" I waited for an answer, but got no answer.
I can feel the terrible thoughts there, the familiar, painful throbbing. But I ignored it. Strangely, this is easy—even uncomfortable. But now, I prefer the ambiguity, no matter what the pain may bring. At least, I want to wait until Galloville comes back.
Hunger drove me downstairs, although still suffering, I found my mother in front of the refrigerator.
When she noticed me, she frowned. "Your school called," she said. "Why didn't you come to class today?"
I lowered my eyes. "I feel sick... I stayed at home and went to bed."
"Have you been bullied again?"
"I have never been bullied..."
"You are too quiet, dear. If you are more outgoing, I'm sure they won't bother you anymore."
"I have not been bullied, mother..." Although it was difficult to talk to her, I couldn't help but feel a little happy. She showed concern for me. This situation is just a rare behavior.
She frowned. "Well, no matter what the situation is, if you plan to skip class, then at least you have to learn well. When you were your age, I used to call the school and pretended to be my mother."
"Are you... encouraging me to skip class?"
"Don't be silly, dear. Of course you should go to school. But I can't force you to go, so if you plan to skip it, do it in a way that they won't call me while I'm working. Because of today’s interruption, I almost lost a customer."
I just looked at her blankly.
"Wait a minute." She left hastily and returned with a small box. "I made a lot of notes for you" she handed it to me.
I'm not sure what this feeling is. I was immediately confused, upset, and still a little happy to be remembered. This is not a pleasant thing, but I want to know if causing trouble will get more attention, but I immediately gave up the idea.
here we go again! That fuzzy feeling, I put my hand under the lamp on the table.
I squinted. "What's this?" The palms were covered with dust, but it couldn't be mud, the Yan was wrong, they were dark gray, not light brown.
Without any thoughts, I wiped my hands on my pants and looked at my bed again. Maybe I can do something more productive, but I can't remember, so I go back to bed again, hoping that when I wake up, Garroville will be there. In fact, he is like this.
"Did you sleep well?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes... surprising. How did you talk to it?"
"It's okay," Garroville waved his hand. "We don’t agree, but we are very kind. Trust me, things could have been less pleasant
"About what he said in the hospital... um..."
Do you think what he said makes sense
"Isn't it? If we didn't intervene, Colt might not have killed the other three Jǐngcha..."
Galloville was silent for a while. You are right, in fact, I am almost certain that he will not kill them.
I stood up again. "you sure?"
Colt is not just a disguise, he is a real Jǐng Cha, and all other Jǐng Cha know him. This kind of penetration takes time to establish, and unless absolutely necessary, these things will not be abandoned. Roffal must miss her death.
"Um... he got what he wanted..."
"Yes..." Galloville frowned. "How are you?"
"I... I... I'm fine"
Fan Fan.
I rubbed my cheeks with trembling hands. "I, uh... I have been trying not to think about it..."
It's better to think about it now, not when you face Colt again.
"When will it be?"
I'm not sure, our mission is to save lives, not take them away.
I looked at him hard. "Do you want me to kill them?"
"It's too early to give my opinion," Galloville said. First of all, I need to observe their situation more.
"But... what do you think about this? Can you kill someone on purpose? This is not what you want."
"You won't force me to do this, will you?"
"No."
"I don't know... I don't want to kill anyone"
Few people do this.
"I think if... if... killing Roffal will spare the innocent... if there is no other way to stop him... then... maybe I can... but I don't know how Let me believe... you know... there really is no other way..."
"Hehe. I thought you were ready to wring their heads off as soon as you wake up."
"I mean, I'm angry... but..."
"That's not you. I know. But it will be interesting to see this."
I almost smiled at it.
Anyway, I need to collect more information. I think I know where to start
"Really?"
"The state of the game has changed," Garroville said. Four Jǐngcha were murdered in one day. Even Rofar could not remain silent. The whole Brighton is now in shock. Jǐng Cha will feel the pressure to respond. I believe they will give me some clues.
"Well. You should be careful what you choose to follow. I think Rofar may have another Jǐngcha. Maybe more than one."
Galloville raised his eyebrows at me. ""Ah...". Yes, you may be right. This may explain why Colt revealed his identity so quickly. He is not the only agent of Rofar.
"Yes."
I can tell, Fan Fan, I will remember.
I try not to blush. "And, uh... and other things." I rubbed my hands.
"What are you doing? Planning an evil plan
"No. Wait a minute, there." I stretched out my palm to Garoville. "Can you tell me...what is this dirty thing on my hands? I'm starting to feel troubled..."
Galloville bent down, is there anything special? Where did they come from
"I don't know. They keep showing up... My hands are already sore. It's not like normal soreness."
The eye sockets of the god of death are enlarged, oh!
"What? Is there something wrong... ?"
On the contrary, this is unexpected good news. I guess it is a stress trigger. Do you know what these spots are
"This is what I keep asking you!"
Oh, sorry. They can be almost anything.
"You can't help now..."
Garroville laughed. ""you are right. Let me have a new understanding of you. Um. In essence, your abilities are emerging.
"Ability? What kind of ability is this? It's just... powdery shit."
My friend, this is the beginning of materialization. Creation from nothing, that's it.
But now, you can only produce tiny amounts.
"A trace of what?"
"It's hard to tell at this stage. Let me see it again."
I raised my hands again.
Materialization is usually based on primitive elements. This is a pure dark gray thing. Maybe iron? I don't think we can be sure yet. Oh, OK. What do you want to know
"How does this ability work? And, uh... what can I do?"
What you create is completely yours, and you can rule its existence. For example, if you create a complete iron sword, you can completely destroy it without leaving a trace. But if you encounter an iron sword that already exists, you won't have the same power, because it was not created by you.
"Mine is mine, completely..."
In any case, this is its principle. However, you should not be too excited. The servant’s ability grows very slowly, and even very simple objects require practice to create. However, as for the servants, they will not die, which gives them enough time to hone their abilities. It can be said that they can become very powerful.
"Those other gods of death you mentioned...those who were involved in the war..."
"Yes, this is the main reason why their servants are so dangerous, and why we have to keep our distance."
Training is very simple. It requires concentration. Garoville told me to focus and organize my thoughts. Starting from imagining a simple metal structure, I tried a sword, but Garoville said it was too complicated, so I Imagine a cube. Galloville said the problem is too complicated because of the straight edges.
Gallowell told me to maintain this meditation state for as long as possible and not to let my thoughts enter other things. I spent an hour and sixteen minutes. Grim Reaper seemed to be impressed by this, although I thought it could be better.
After that, the only obvious progress seemed to be that I could make the spots disappear and reappear. Since I haven't thought about trying it beforehand, I'm not sure if this is really qualified for progress.
I want to try again, but I don't have enough time to learn. Instead, I stood up and went to take out the welding mask.
I think it's yours now, unless you think of a solution to that bullet hole.
I rolled the mask in my hands. "this is not... ... "
"I need more than... a mask... don't I?"
"What do you mean?"
"My brain is my weakness," he said. "I need something powerful... something that can really protect my head..."
"Ah! That would be great. But what is it? I'm not going to be pessimistic, but I don't understand how you can get such a powerful thing. Your metal may work one day, but not in the short term."
"I have to rejoin the woodworking club."
Galloville's head lowered. "You are really full of ideas today, aren't you? I'm starting to get bored."
"I'm sorry...I will be more stupid from now on."
"Most of the elements in the periodic table are metals, you know."
"This is interesting, Garroville."
I said: "I thought you had clues to track down at the Jǐng police station.
"Why, do you want to get rid of me?"
You know I am not. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)