Chapter 117 Heavy Rain
Jilan stood in the underground tomb, with some light falling from the hole above his head.
He opened his eyes suddenly and swayed.
“Cough!!” A mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.
Dang Ding!
Ji Lan felt a stabbing pain in his head and staggered back two steps.
Immediately afterwards, his legs softened and he fell to the ground with a plop.
He lay on the ground, blood began to pour out of his nostrils, and the dark color of his eyes faded, returning to dark blue.
It’s just that the whites of his eyes were bloodshot and very scary.
Mo Weiwei left his body, flew staggeringly in front of him, stuck it against his cheek, and shouted anxiously:
"Master? Master!"
Gilan's pupils, which had begun to dilate, condensed again.
His blurred vision focused and he saw clearly the petite and enchanting figure in front of him.
"Oh..." Jilan struggled to get up, her hands trembling slightly.
Turn his head and look to one side.
The tombstone of Shabotai still stands in the center of the coffin. Under the spiritual vision, the scarlet energy filling the surroundings did not decrease by half, but it did not continue to spread outwards, but gathered back into the pit.
"Thank you for your hard work, Weiwei, go and have a rest."
Jilan raised her trembling hands and said with blood on her face.
"Weiwei can continue to help the master fight!"
The familiar flapped its small wings with difficulty, flew in front of Jilan, and said with his hands on his hips.
But in the next second, it lost its strength and fell from the air.
Fortunately, Jilan reached out in time to catch it.
"Woo, Weiwei is so useless..." The little familiar cried in his palm, black tears sliding down her pink cheeks. "The master was so seriously injured!"
Jilan's mouth and nose were covered with blood, and he breathed out a turbid breath.
He took out the bottle of "Sand of Evil" from the dimensional space, uncorked it, and handed it to the familiar.
"Eat, then go back to the ring and rest." Jilan said hoarsely.
He originally planned to keep this bottle of mysterious material for emergencies in the future, but now, he is more willing to give it to Weiwei as a reward.
If it hadn’t been for its help, I might not have been able to get here.
The results may only be worse.
"Master..." Weiwei stopped sobbing, tears flowed from the corners of her mouth, and she looked up at him.
After seeing Jilan nod, it took a sip at the mouth of the bottle.
The black gravel was rolled up by the invisible airflow, and all of it fell into Weiwei's mouth. It had a look of intoxication on its face, and then it regained some strength and started flying again.
“Thank you, Master!”
The familiar thanked him and slipped into the sapphire ring.
Gilan took trembling steps and walked to the colonel's body. The other party had been burned to ashes by the green fire, leaving only a piece of charcoal on the ground.
He knelt down, rummaged through the coke a few times, and took out a square metal piece the size of two coins.
I don’t know what kind of material this metal piece is made of. It has a very high melting point. Even after being burned by green fire, it only melted a corner.
The name "Yordan Thunder Road" and the words "Colonel, 10th Golden Troop" are engraved on the front.
The reverse side shows the date of enlistment and unit code.
The words are etched in three languages.
Owena, Bremen and Stuttgart.
Gilan put it in his alchemy bag, then turned around and went to the charred corpse of the guard. This guy's upper body was burned beyond recognition, but it didn't turn into ashes like the colonel, and his remains were still left behind.
Even though there are not many remains left, the person can still be seen.
This made Jilan even more sure that this guard was not simple.
He bent down and tried to reach out and touch it.
A colorful light suddenly appeared, and the scorched corpses began to decay, collapse, and fly away.
“Huh?” Ji Lan was startled.
He originally only planned to try it, but he didn't expect that he could actually corrupt it.
This is the first time that he has successfully corrupted a target in reality.
The color number "15" in the corner of his sight jumped and became "27".
This seemingly transformed guard provided him with "12" points of mysterious energy.
Jilan raised his hand and wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, took out a hemostatic agent again, and applied it to the lower edge of the collarbone.
Soon, he used the cane of justice as a pickaxe, chiseled it on the rock wall of the cave to use force, jumped several times, and finally returned to the surface.
Gilan walked directly to the corpses of the remaining three guards and corrupted them one by one. Finally, the number in the corner of his sight accumulated to "63".
Look around.
In the empty scrapyard, there were corpses of federal soldiers everywhere. Gunshots were fired one after another in the distance. The chaos must not be over yet.
He looked up at the sky.
Just at this moment, the gloomy sky suddenly began to rain.
It was pouring, and the rain was getting heavier.
Jilan was soaked in the rain and whispered hoarsely:
"It's time to go."
He picked up his felt hat, put it on his head, and staggered away.
Gradually disappeared into the rain.
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Old Charles was leaning against the tree, smoking a cigarette uneasily.
He paced back and forth and looked around frequently.
But the disappointment, tension and anxiety on that old face became more and more intense.
He stopped and glanced at the car behind him. Looking at the poor girl curled up in a ball in the back seat, I couldn't help but sigh.
Old Charles didn't know her relationship with the young master, but judging from the young master's behavior, it was probably not simple.
Maybe the two are lovers.
The girl suffered such tragic injuries that it made Old Charles tremble.
"Damn Federation..."
He cursed.
Looking at the giant airship still floating over the city in the distance and the faint sound of gunfire, Old Charles looked down at his watch anxiously.
"It's already three-thirty in the afternoon, why hasn't the young master come back yet?"
Night will fall after four o'clock, and Old Charles really doesn't know whether to leave or stay.
Reason told him that if he didn't leave, it might be too late.
But Master Ramon’s trust in him and the honor of the Farhan family he carried made him feel that he could not leave the young master and run away.
While struggling between these two dilemmas, Old Charles suddenly raised his head.
From a distance, I saw a figure staggering towards me.
“Master!”
He quickly dropped the cigarette butt and ran forward quickly.
I saw that the white shirt on the blond young man was in tatters and covered with blood. Under the dirty felt hat, the face was extremely pale, and the mouth and nose were covered with half-dried sticky blood.
It looks like it's in bad shape.
"Master, are you okay? I have gauze and anti-inflammatory drugs in my suitcase. I will bandage it for you..."
Old Charles said quickly.
Pop!
Jilan grabbed the hand that the other person stretched out to support him.
In the heavy rain, the vision is blurred. It was as if everything in the world was distorted in the mist.
He raised his tired eyes and said hoarsely:
"Don't worry about me, drive, let's go!"
Old Charles was startled. , opened his mouth, and finally nodded through gritted teeth.
"Okay, Master, please get in the car."
As he said that, he turned around and walked to the car and opened the door for Gilan.
After Gilan got into the back seat, old Charles sat in the driver's seat.
"Master, please sit tight."
He said and turned the car key to ignite.
Rumbling...
The car body trembled.
Old Charles pressed the button on the left hand side, then moved the gear up, then released the clutch and stepped on the accelerator.
Woo!
Powered by gasoline and whale oil batteries, the four tires of the black car spun hard, drove out from behind the tree, and left along the main road in the distance.
Smooth car.
Miss Sparrow, who was wrapped in gauze and windbreaker, frowned.
Her eyelids trembled and she opened her eyes with difficulty.
In the haze, I saw a vague outline beside me.
It was a blond young man covered in blood.
On the other party's pale face stained with blood, the pair of deep blue eyes were staring at him quietly.
"Mr. Snow Owl..."
Her cracked mouth opened slightly and she made an extremely unpleasant hoarse sound.
Jilan was startled.
Miss Sparrow's sweet voice no longer sounded, leaving him in a trance for a moment.
"Cold..." she said again.
Gilan turned his head and looked out the window. The outline of the city and the Fengden River were receding away, and the woods on one side of the road were passing by quickly.
Under the deserted and gloomy sky, there was a violent storm.
The pouring rain became heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops slapped violently on the car body, making a crackling sound, and water splashed in from the open window.
Cold water vapor shuttled freely inside the car.
Uh-huh.
Whoosh.
Gilan rolled the car window and closed it. Then he carefully picked up Miss Sparrow and held her in his arms.
"It won't be cold soon." He said softly.
Soon, Jilan turned to the middle-aged man in the driver's seat in front and said:
"Old Charles, the rain is heavy, be careful."
Old Charles, who was driving, was startled when he heard the young master's hoarse and deep voice.
He raised his eyes and saw the dull expression of the blond young man through the rearview mirror, and his heart shuddered.
Retract your gaze and look forward.
The sky outside the windshield.
The sun sets in the west and the sky is clear.
"Okay, Master, I will be careful."
Old Charles took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but in the end he did not refute the Master's words. Conveniently, he also turned on the wipers.
The wipers swing to sweep away non-existent rainwater.
The car drove away and disappeared at the end of the road.
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The unknown end of the black ocean.
On a huge, twisted island that looks like a reflection.
On the mountainside, there is an extremely strange snow-white palace.
It stood on a steep cliff at a 90-degree angle, but it did not collapse. On the contrary, it was more like this.
A fat man with a curly mustache, wearing a black top hat, round-frame academic glasses, a striped cloak, and holding a black cane strode into the white palace.
Crack, snap.
Footsteps echoed in the empty hall.
"Kloss, are you done filming?" he said as soon as he came in.
In front of the fat man.
In the center of the hall, under two huge fill lights.
An elegant lady with blond curly hair and a single ponytail, wearing a white high-collared tutu skirt, was playing with a camera as huge as a carriage.
The camera was pointed at a retro TV.
The square black TV is placed on a four-legged wooden table. The two seem to be integrated into each other, indistinguishable from each other, and are very harmonious.
And on the TV screen.
A retro car disappeared at the end of the road, with bombed cities behind it and thick smoke rising everywhere.
"Why are you here, Director David." The woman tilted her head slightly and said calmly.
“According to the ‘director’’s wishes, it’s time for me to come.”
The fat man was silent for a while, and then added:
"The time has come."
The elegant woman sighed.
She took out the black film reel from the camera, turned around and handed it to the fat man.
“Have you thought about the name of this film?” she asked.
"We are not qualified to name it, nor are we qualified to intervene in all this."
The fat man took the film.
He took out a note from the lining pocket of his coat and solemnly pasted it on the film.
On the note, it was written in advance in extremely gorgeous blue-ink cursive calligraphy:
"The Encounter between Sichen and the Four Apostles in the Leap Moon"
"Do you plan to put this film on display in your 'evidence museum'?"
Ms. Cross asked in a calm tone.
David put the film in his coat, touched his curly beard, and said:
"It will be put into the 'Evidence Museum', but it will not be displayed for the time being."
He turned his head and looked outside the white palace. Beyond the black night, his sight seemed to fall on a black cemetery at the foot of the island mountain.
"The followers of the Fourth Division have eroded the Owena Federation. Under the will of 'Change and Death', the country of the 'Blind General' in November is on the verge of collapse and has almost become a slaughtering machine... Ha, These are all good evidence.”
“I don’t care about you.”
Ms. Cross turned around and continued to play with her camera.
The voice came slowly:
"Don't let the 'Evil God' Sade see this film. With his good nature, he will probably write a book and spread it throughout the world."< br>
"I know, I know..."
The fat man waved his hand to say goodbye, turned around and left with his black cane.
“The ‘Museum of Crime Evidence’ only refuses to visit this guy.”
(Volume 1·Prisoner·End)
(End of this chapter)