For a whole day, Roland turned over every channel on the TV.
Among them, there are really several programs explaining martial arts competitions. Unlike traditional fighting, the arena of martial arts competitions is almost half the size of a football field, and there are no referees on the field. The battles between the contestants were also much more intense. Breaking the floor was commonplace, and the sound of the fistfights from both sides thumped like a muffled thunder, and it looked as if special effects had been added.
In terms of competitive viewing, it is indeed much more exciting than boxing or free fighting. Just punching to the flesh, without the number of rounds and intermissions can make the audience excited from beginning to end, not to mention the two often spit out. Blood and bruises all over. Roland couldn't help frowning. As a martial artist, this kind of battle is too hard. Aren't they worried about losing the prize money after winning the game
But what he cared about most were those who were called martial artists.
There is no doubt that their physical quality is much higher than ordinary people, and the force of nature is not just to increase strength or speed, it seems that there are special uses.
Most of the commentators outside the field will give these skills a special name, and they will also be promoted as the nickname of the martial artist. For example, this man named Hurricane, he can hit super high-speed combo punches in an instant, so he is nicknamed Tempest.
Seriously, doesn't this mean putting your battle cards in front of your opponent
It's just okay, what surprised Roland even more was that he actually saw the figure of the devil in the game.
It was a typical madman, with a tall stature and burly arms, without a mask or iron gloves. The exposed fangs and three-fingered features were obviously not human, but the audience turned a blind eye to this, listening to the tone of the commentary, as if they were just Treat the opponent as a foreign martial artist.
He finally saw the strangeness and power of the dream world.
In order to make sense for the demons that Zero devoured, the dream even turned them into a minority living together in this world. And what about mixed-species demon beasts? Roland couldn't help but imagine the image of the energetic Yalong maid.
It wasn't until his stomach was rumbling that he realized that the sun had gradually set in the west.
Roland couldn't help frowning.
Usually, Zero should have already returned by this time.
Looking through the diary before, I learned that her school is on Zhongshan Road, about three kilometers away from the apartment building, and it takes ten minutes to get home by bus. The cram school ends at 5:30, and it is already 6:15. Could it be that something happened in the school
After thinking for a moment, Roland decided to go downstairs and buy something to fill his stomach.
After all, she may also be hanging out with her friends. In summer, it will not be completely dark until around eight o'clock in the summer. It is not strange to use this time to play in the park or game hall.
He is the landlord, not the nanny. Even if he goes to school at this time, he may not be able to meet her, so don't mind your own business.
Little girl, no matter how diligent she is, she will occasionally want to be lazy.
This time, he will cook dinner... No, he will bring takeaway.
At this moment, the picture on the TV suddenly flashed, and the martial arts match became a news broadcast room.
"Good evening, viewers, now there is an urgent news."
The host held a stack of manuscripts and said worriedly, "There was a knife robbery incident on Zhongshan Road. A bus No. 29 was hijacked. The traffic police have blocked the intersection. Going out. We will broadcast the progress of the incident as soon as possible."
The picture on the TV quickly cut to the scene. The road was already crowded with onlookers watching the excitement. Everyone was scrambling to stand outside the cordon without any intention of evacuation.
Wait, isn't this the way Zero always takes to go to school
Roland's heart sank violently. Could it be that she was also kidnapped
This is by no means good news. As an important part of the dream world, he does not know what the consequences of the death of a key person like Zero will have. This is also the reason why he is reluctant to investigate the Zero family. According to his past dreaming experience , when the subconscious mind encounters a problem that cannot be edited, it will be fooled.
The result is a sudden awakening, and can no longer remember the content of the dream.
Before emptying out his deep memory, Roland definitely didn't want to end this dream prematurely.
Not to mention the many occupants of the Tower of Souls if they also have the Mementogate, which is an excellent source for understanding the real world.
Of course, it is also possible that the existence of Zero has no effect on the dream, but he didn't want to take this risk.
Thinking of the strange power surging in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to see, maybe it could help.
After leaving Tongzi Street, he ran all the way along the busy road, the heat circulated in his body, and the speeding footsteps did not feel strenuous at all. Even while running at high speed, Roland can still easily control every part of his body and flexibly avoid passers-by on the street. The three-kilometer distance is almost shortened at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. In just eight minutes, he will arrive. the location of the incident.
However, what Roland did not expect was that as soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he found that the robbers had already been captured, and he was crying bitterly while being interviewed on the side, saying that he was just impulsive, while the onlookers let out disappointing boos, Tathagata When the time is generally dispersed, the traffic police are also clearing the roadblocks, preparing to resume traffic.
Roland twitched the corners of his mouth. Didn't he say that the police would always arrive late after the incident was over.
In addition, among the passengers who were evacuated from the bus, he also did not find Zero's figure. It seemed that this time he ran for nothing.
Just as he was about to go back, there was a faint cry for help from the narrow alley on the side of the street.
Roland was stunned and looked into the alley. Although the sun had not completely set at the moment, the light had been completely blocked by the tall buildings on both sides, and it was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Delusion
He walked slowly to the entrance of the alley, and after a few minutes, he heard a faint cry for help again.
Someone is actually in there!
At this point, the police should be called for help.
Roland looked back at the bus, but found that the police had escorted the robbers into the police car and were driving away in the distance. It was obviously too late to stop them.
Do you think you didn't hear it
But he clearly felt that something in the alley was attracting him.
Since approaching here, the heat flow in the body suddenly became violent, as if it was roaring, and it seemed to be jubilant, as if urging him to move on.
Roland walked lightly into the narrow alley.
His eyes quickly adapted to the faint light, and he saw a man with his back turned to him, with nothing else beside him.
"Are you calling for help?" he asked, frowning.
The man didn't answer, but turned his head 180 degrees. This strange sight made Roland take a deep breath.
But even more surprising is yet to come.
His face seemed to have been burned by flames, his charred skin was covered with blisters, and a dark red cyclone swirled above his forehead, glistening in the dim light.