Anna always felt absurd when seeing so many people mourning for her.
Apart from the people from the Broken God, Anna had no contact with these people. She really didn't know that she was so famous in this circle.
She moved closer again and saw words of blessing written in various languages under the portraits of some people.
"May our hero 315 rest in peace in another world."
"My sister, your deeds will be told forever."
"Bon voyage, Ms. 315."
Of course, not everyone thinks this way. A fat man standing next to the jackal muttered in a low voice.
"Hehe, it's a good thing she's dead, so she can only receive these hypocritical blessings."
"Before she died, I didn't see any of you helping her. You are a bunch of selfish people who only care about your own interests. You are actually following the IMF's hypocritical commemoration. It's disgusting."
Hearing this, the people around him cast unfriendly glances at him.
Anna didn't know what happened afterwards because she had left.
"I didn't expect this place to be so humane. I kind of like it here." Anna's words were heard by everyone through the headset.
The jackal said, "It's just a portrait. It doesn't mean anything. What the man just said is right."
"In fact, compared to the young IMF, these guys have been around longer and have deeper roots, whether it's mythology or folklore, such as witches in the past or urban legends today."
"If these people really join hands, they will definitely be a powerful force. The IMF is no match for them. However, different forces and organizations have different demands. They are unable to cooperate."
"They are unable to unite and are just a pile of loose sand, which is why they are suppressed by the IMF and cannot raise their heads."
"Have they really never tried to cooperate? Maybe not?" Anna asked again. "The IMF's shadow agents must have played a very important role in this."
Unless they were an impenetrable organization like the Moth, other forces would be wiped out by the Mobile Task Force soon after being invaded by Shadow Agents.
The jackal did not refute anything. "I don't have enough authority to know more. Maybe there are other departments in the IMF besides the shadow agents to assist them."
"But you're right. Because they're here, everyone is very wary of strangers, just like now."
The jackal raised his head and looked at the quiet crowd on the street in front of him. The environment was already very dim, and with everyone hiding them, they looked like ghosts.
Anna said nothing more and continued walking forward. The several-meter-wide sewer street in front of her had come to an end and began to turn right.
As she turned left, she saw a storefront next to her. There was a sign hanging under fluorescent lights. Anomalies for sale and purchase. There was also a new sign next to it. "Free anomaly absorption."
"Let's go in and take a look." Gao Zhiming's little hand pushed open the dirty wooden door covered with newspapers, and everything inside appeared in front of Anna and others.
Although it looks small, it is unexpectedly deep. It is obvious that this store has dug out a lot of space inside the walls.
There were no real objects in the store, only unusual paper records nailed to the wall for people to choose from.
It's hard to call it a store when it sells so few things.
The jackal walked to a record of anomalies and whispered the information on it to Anna underground through the headset.
"Anomaly 3401 - Red Blade, 12 inches long, 491 grams in weight, the surface of the blade is a distinct rust red, and there is a braided leather handle on one side."
"Anyone who comes into contact with this abnormal naked skin will exhibit abnormal properties and cognitive errors.
"As long as the subject comes into contact with 3401 for more than five seconds, he or she will experience a nightmare that night in which he or she will use 3401 to attack one or more people, digging out and devouring their hearts."
"The dream scene is always the location where the subject first got 3401. The victims are usually people who are expected to appear at that location, such as the subject's wife and children. But the strange thing is that he is not married in reality."
"Later we learned that his wife and children were real, but they were erased. Anyone killed by 3401 in a dream will also have their cognitive existence killed. The IMF has classified her as a special type of inverse end-cause anomaly."
"If the contact between the other party and 3401 is not removed, the test subject will have a new dream every time, until there are no more people to kill nearby, and finally overflow. Currently, the abnormality is uncontrollable and the utilization value is low."
After hearing this anomaly report, Anna always felt that it looked familiar, as if she had seen this anomaly in someone's memory.
She then looked at the other anomalies hanging on the wall and found that they were all not very good anomalies. Either they were completely useless, or they were extremely dangerous and completely uncontrollable.
"Sir, I am here to buy something sincerely. Isn't your price a bit too high? These are just some leftover rubbish."
The sound of discussion at the end of the shop reached Anna's ears. It seemed that someone had taken a fancy to an unusual item in the shop and was negotiating the price with the owner.
"Haha, if it's garbage, why did you buy it? I'm a businessman, I just want to make money, why don't we open it up?"
"Now the methods of abnormal absorption into the body are all over the world, and they are almost published in the newspapers. Whether it is controllable or uncontrollable, the prices are skyrocketing now."
"Abnormalities have side effects, but they can greatly increase everyone's individual strength. In the current turbulent environment, everyone wants to put those things into their own bodies, even if it is risky."
"What's more, it's not just us and the IMF that are suffering now. The top wealthy people in real society are also beginning to suffer."
"As long as you take the risk, you can easily give an ordinary person superpowers. Who wouldn't be tempted?"
"If you think it's too expensive now, come back tomorrow and see it. It will be more expensive than this, my friend."
The shop owner's words seemed to move the buyer. Just when he was hesitant, the shop door opened and a strong man wearing a black cloak and looking about two meters tall walked in with three people.
The man with a face full of flesh did not say anything, but instead tapped the prismatic tattoo on his temple with two fingers. The owner immediately understood and stood up.
"Sorry, everyone, we're closing early today."
The Red Knife has appeared before~ Have you found this tribute
(End of this chapter)