Just as everyone in the room was frightened by the scene before them, the door of the small room was suddenly opened.
An old but powerful voice came from outside the door.
"Wesker, don't mess around, this is a distinguished guest."
That was the helper Eugene hired from the city hall at a high price, Deputy Mayor Reagan.
Eugene followed Reagan closely, but the next second they saw the scene in the room.
Deputy Mayor Reagan seemed to be totally unable to believe what he saw.
"Oh! God of Wisdom, I can't believe my eyes, what on earth is going on here?"
Deputy Mayor Reagan muttered to himself.
The next second, Deputy Mayor Reagan lost his balance and almost fell. Seeing this, Eugene stepped forward and supported the elderly Reagan.
Reagan stretched out his right hand to support his forehead. His face was pale, without a trace of blood. He was obviously frightened by Wesker's miserable condition.
Eugene took a look at the scene in the small room and said in distress,
"This is such a joke..."
Little Albert had no idea what disaster his small action had caused, he just nestled in Kirk's arms.
He could feel that his mother's body seemed to be struggling, as if she was afraid of something.
Hermann's eyes changed when he looked at his own son. He witnessed his lovely little Alberta using her little hands to disperse the chains that she couldn't even hold.
A terrible thought came to Hermann's mind. He began to be afraid and terrified of his son. There was even a voice in his mind that seemed to keep saying,
"Kill him, he's a monster."
Herman's face was covered with Wesker's blood, but one could still see his panicked expression.
He shook his head, shook off those abnormal thoughts, and temporarily regained his sanity.
The two officers had previously held Wesker, but when they saw that Wesker was not moving, they placed him on a chair.
The older officer calmed down and reached out to feel Wesker's breath.
The young officer looked at the older officer, who shook his head.
Wesker suffered the backlash of his own spell and lost his life.
The purple and swollen tongue lay on the ground.
Deputy Mayor Reagan quickly drank a glass of water and took a few deep breaths before he recovered.
"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?!"
Reagan said angrily, his face flushed.
The older police officer wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief in his pocket, saluted Reagan with a standard military stance, and then leaned over to Reagan's ear.
"Master Reagan, Captain Wesker called in the Hermans for a case. He cast a spell in an attempt to get Mrs. Kirk to confess, and that's what happened."
The older officer said matter-of-factly.
When Reagan heard this, he immediately remembered Wesker's private use of magic to force confessions, but when he remembered that Wesker had never failed, he became suspicious.
"Did Wesker say anything before he died? Were there any strange phenomena before and after the spell backfired?"
Reagan asked the older officer with a serious look on his face.
“The chains summoned by Captain Wesker dissipated when they were touched by little Albert in Mrs. Kirk’s arms.
I see it very clearly.
Then Captain Wesker's face changed drastically, and he said two or three times that Silver Spoon and I were wrong, and he acted very terrified.
Then his tongue was pulled out of thin air, and there seemed to be a faint sound of humming. "
The older officer reported briefly, while the younger officer nodded in agreement.
The small room was already crowded with other police officers, who were talking outside the door.
Reagan repeatedly pondered the most important clue, and then suddenly his face changed drastically.
"Silver spoon? You said silver spoon?!"
He spoke excitedly, grasping the older officer's shoulders with both hands.
"Yes, Lord Reagan, please calm down."
The older police officer said helplessly.
Although Reagan was old, he was very strong. The older police officer felt that both of his shoulders were bruised.
“Calm down?! How can you expect me to calm down?! Hahahaha!!”
Reagan, who always appeared mature and steady in front of others, now displayed a morbid laughter.
"Wesker, you died a good death! Today, this matter is completely sealed, and no one is allowed to mention it! Do you understand?"
Reagan turned and spoke to the group of police officers behind him.
"clear!"
The police officers answered in unison.
"Arrange for the two distinguished guests to rest properly and do not let them be disturbed in any way."
After Reagan finished speaking, he left the police station without looking back.
Herman finally released his hands that were covering Kirk's eyes and hugged Kirk tightly.
"My dear, it seems that it is over."
Hermann consoled.
"No, Hermann, I feel that things have only just begun."
Kirk looked directly into Herman's eyes, and an ominous feeling spread in her heart, but she couldn't describe this feeling.
An indescribable horror seemed to be staring at them, it was not in this world, but also in this world.
It was everywhere, and for a moment Kirk even felt it was right next to him.
——
This so-called trip to the police station was like a farce, but Kirk and Herman were still filled with an indescribable fear.
Especially Hermann, he watched Wesker being pinched by a force, floating in the air, and then the tongue was pulled out little by little.
Even though he stayed in the hotel for three days without going out, his mental state still did not recover.
He became silent and seemed like a different person.
Kirk noticed the change in Herman. He felt very sad to see Herman sitting alone in the corner with his head in his hands.
On the other hand, Eugene discovered that after this incident, those previous businesses gave him the green light, and some even took the initiative to propose to modify the plan and increase the remuneration.
This left Eugene completely confused. Even the girl at the hotel front desk threw him a few flirtatious glances, completely changing her previous indifferent attitude.
The funniest thing is that when I went out to eat, I only ordered a bowl of pasta, but a whole table of dishes was served. However, the owner of the small restaurant said that it was because he was in a good mood.
Eugene felt a sense of fear as he looked at the inexplicable kindness and looks that people on the street expressed to him.
He had always understood that there was no free lunch in this world, and everything had happened too smoothly, as if it had been deliberately arranged by someone.
Every time I walk on the street, I feel like a monkey locked in a cage, with countless people looking at me in all kinds of ways and feeding me.
Eyes, all kinds of indescribable looks, but they all have one thing in common - morbidity.
That kind of crazy and morbid look was something Eugene had only seen in religious fanatics.
Every time I stand by the window, I feel like someone is watching me, like I am being monitored.
Those warm greetings seemed like a burden to Eugene at this point.
After a busy day, Eugene knocked on the door of the room where the Hermans were.
The person who came to open the door was Kirk, who looked haggard. The burden in her heart and the task of taking care of Herman and little Alberta all fell on her.
"Hey. Kirk, I brought some milk and cheese."
Eugene said, pretending to be playful.
"Oh, thank you. I'm really exhausted. A glass of hot milk might help me get some sleep."
Kirk took the small basket that Eugene was carrying.
Eugene sat casually on the sofa, lit his pipe and took a puff, then said anxiously,
"Is Hermann feeling better?"
Kirk shook his head and glanced into the inner room.
"I haven't said a word yet. It's like I've isolated myself."
Kirk said helplessly.
"This won't do. He has to pull himself together."
Eugene stood up from the sofa and walked into the inner room.
Eugene immediately saw Hermann huddled in the corner with his hands on his knees.
Eugene walked up and patted Hermann's shoulder from behind. He sat next to Hermann against the wall and handed him the pipe.
Hermann glanced at Eugene, then slowly took Eugene's pipe and took a puff.
"Talk to your brother, just like the conversation we had when we were kids. Tell me what's going on."
Eugene said softly.
"I... am afraid..."
Hermann uttered a few words slowly.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Albert."
“No matter what happened, he is your son.
You should love him from the bottom of your heart."
"I can't do it. You don't understand. It's hard for you to understand."
"What happened?"
“He doesn’t seem to be human.
He did what ordinary people couldn't do.
I wish I was just having a dream from which I couldn’t wake up.”
"He may be different from ordinary people. Those are talents and gifts. You should not be afraid of him."
"Really?"
"Really. Every child is a gift from God. You should cherish him."
After hearing what Eugene said, Hermann got up from the ground and walked to Albert who was biting his little hand.
Seeing Albert's lovely appearance, Hermann knelt down beside little Albert's bed and cried hysterically,
"Brother, do you know that I once wanted to strangle him to death? But I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it."
Herman was crying, and his back looked extremely lonely. But at this moment, Albert stretched out his saliva-stained little hand and touched Herman's face across the fence.
"dad."
The child's simple action touched Hermann's heart, and Hermann picked up little Albert from the bed and held him tightly in his arms.
Little Albert felt a little tickled by Hermann's unkempt, prickly stubble and he let out a chuckle.
Looking at little Albert's silly smile, his narrowed eyes, and his baby teeth that had already grown, Hermann felt a deep sense of guilt.
"I'm sorry kid, I was wrong."
Herman hugged little Albert and cried bitterly, and Kirk hugged him and the child from behind.
"Dear, we are a family. We should shoulder everything together. You don't have to bear it alone."
Kirk consoled.
Eugene breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hermann begin to cheer up.
"Herman, I'll wait for you in the lobby at seven tomorrow. After we finish this deal, let's go back."
"good."
——
"Mr. Jobtran, are you sure you want to do this?"
A man in uniform sat in a separate office and asked Jobtran in front of him.
"I have no choice."
Joe Butran spread his hands and said.
“In that case, there are a few things I need to let you know before you leave.
First, those crazy people who do academic research at the University of Michigan are very concerned about etiquette and dress, and the casual clothes you are wearing will not be suitable. But don't worry, based on your data, we have prepared the corresponding clothes for you in advance.
Also, my personal suggestion is that you should cut your hair.
Second, you must be careful about your every move at the University of Michigan. You are here as an exchange student from the Prussian Academy of Sciences of our country. Please be careful about your conversation. Everything you do represents the reputation of our country.
These are just some tedious matters, I believe they will not be difficult for you.
Finally, let me tell you two things that you must never forget.
First, in addition to the forbidden books, there are also many sealed objects in Mi Da Li. Do not touch them alone without the accompaniment of staff.
Second, don't trust anyone completely, keep a bottom line. According to records, the number of people who have entered the crazy world in Mitali accounts for a quarter of the entire continent, do you understand? "
The man in military uniform explained to Jobtran.
"Understood. Is there anything else I should be aware of?"
Jobtran asked cautiously.
"You can cook for yourself. Of course, you don't have to do that. It won't affect your daily life and life safety."
The man in military uniform laughed strangely.
Jobtran was a little confused by this last piece of personal advice, but he soon understood its meaning.
"I wish you a safe journey."
Joe Butran embarked on a journey to a foreign land.
The steam-powered sailing ship was equipped with a steam engine, and this roaring steel monster made long-distance sailing easy.
In the past, it took more than two hundred boatmen to achieve the horsepower, but now it can be achieved just by burning coal.
“Woo!”
A loud whistle sounded, and people rushed to catch up with a roller sailing ship heading to the country of Xian.
A column of gray smoke rose from the long pipe into the sky, and the Cyclops set off.
Although the sun was shining when they set out, there was no wind, so the Cyclopes furled its long sails.
Joe Butran stood on the deck, looking at the blue ocean, and suddenly felt a chill.
People admire the vastness of the ocean, but Jobtran felt the coldness of the deep ocean and the malicious eyes.
They are waiting for an opportunity to surface in the trench thousands of meters below the sea.
The trench is cold and dead silent. Apart from the occasional bubbles rising from the seabed and the hot springs at four or five hundred degrees, there is almost no other life there.
The green palace sank to the bottom of the sea. When it rises, the great Cthulhu will return.
Humans think they can conquer the ocean by setting sail, but they don't know that the king of the seabed is watching their foolish performances on the surface of the sea at any time.
The journey began as the seagulls, startled by the sound of the whistle, took off into the blue sky.