Chapter 60 Chapter 60 He will make her pay the price.
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Mo Shiyu was startled by the ringing of the phone.
He lowered his head and took out his cell phone. It was the colleague who had just called.
He answered the phone, and the voice on the other end immediately sounded like rapid raindrops. "WTF? What the hell is going on? Emergency evacuation of the entire area—I say, where are you, you guy? Go, go, go, go!"
Mo Shiyu tapped the screen to show that he understood, then hung up the phone, turned around and left quickly.
He ran towards the area where the sirens were frequent with a clear goal.
The glimpse of the monster just now gradually became blurred as if separated by a layer of water film. Mo Shiyu did not deliberately recall it. This might be the body's self-protection mechanism.
But some memories are still clear.
The monster named Lovecraft called him, "Mother..."
What does this mean?
Mo Shiyu didn't think that Mr. Ke was calling him mom. This word must represent some special meaning.
The huge shadow behind him, which was big enough to cover the sky, did not last long. In less than a minute or two, it disappeared without a trace.
Mo Shiyu walked quickly. He did not bother looking for the blond farmer-dressed boy. It was obvious that Lovecraft appeared there just to find him to join the group.
But then again, why does K always join human organizations?
Moreover, even facing the god, he seemed to have retained his sanity, not falling into madness and collapsing into a pile of wriggling flesh...
Perhaps the power of this world has always been weakened.
In other words, the black curly-haired man just now was just a tiny clone of Mr. Ke.
The scene where the police cars gathered was in chaos. The plants climbing on the buildings had almost disappeared, with only a few remaining. There were not many injured, and the most serious injuries were just scratches. The police stayed there to clean up the mess.
It was at this time that Mo Shiyu appeared in this neighborhood.
The man in the leather vest looked unremarkable. Many police officers, still in a state of tension, saw Mo Shiyu approaching and immediately pointed their guns at him, shouting, "Don't move!"
In their eyes, a man with a hat brim pulled down, wearing a long windbreaker, and a male model figure, walking towards them step by step in the moonlight, his smooth leather face was like a nightmare and a dream.
"Wait, don't shoot!" A man in a suit with black hair and blue eyes squeezed out of the crowd and pushed down the arm of someone holding a gun. "This is one of us!"
Mo Shiyu recognized the voice. It was the person who called him twice.
"Hey, masked beauty." The black-haired man leaned on the vest's shoulder and greeted her frivolously, "Long time no see."
Mo Shiyu silently turned his head, and the leather cover met the man's eyes for a moment.
He didn't answer, but just nodded with his hat down.
The black-haired, blue-eyed man smiled when he saw this.
He pulled Mo Shiyu in one direction and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let ordinary people clean up this place. Let's go first."
A young police officer watched the leather-faced man leave with the commander, lowered his gun, and asked in a daze, "Who is that?"
A middle-aged police officer standing next to him answered him, "A person with special abilities."
The young policeman murmured, "A person with superpowers? Do such people really exist in this world?"
The middle-aged police officer knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw his expression. He sighed, "That's right. People with special abilities. A world that ordinary people like us can never imagine."
"Unimaginable..."
The young police officer did not forget the tentacle monster that appeared between heaven and earth just now. That man with leather face, was he there just now?
What is their world like? Dangerous, chaotic, yet vast and wonderful.
He inevitably developed a yearning for it. If he could be with them, his life would definitely be much more interesting and exciting than it was now.
"Wake up, young man. Don't think too highly of them. They will only bring misfortune to the world!"
The middle-aged policeman patted him on the shoulder. "As long as there's even one psychic rioting, countless ordinary people will die. Fortunately, there are still psychics who choose to serve the country. Otherwise, there might not be a place for us in this world at all."
"But even so, don't even think about getting close to them. Listen to what that psychic just said. He doesn't even consider us one of the same kind! You're not from the same world!"
The young policeman staggered after being slapped. He felt a little dissatisfied and sad. The middle-aged police officer was staring at him, so he had to respond quickly.
***
Mo Shiyu manipulated the vest and walked to a low-key black Land Rover, opened the door and got in. The black-haired man followed him in. When Mo Shiyu started the car, his azure eyes blinked and looked at him.
"Why didn't I find you so sexy before?" He cast a teasing look at her. "If you don't mind, can you let me see what you really look like under the leather? Um, please pretend I didn't say anything."
Mo Shiyu slowly retracted the sharp knife that was pressed against his throat.
The man in the suit calmly adjusted his collar. It was normal for people with special abilities to have some quirks, and he was used to it.
Mo Shiyu parked the car in front of a tall building.
Given that superpowers are still a secret in the eyes of most ordinary people, this power even overrides federal organizations such as the FBI and CIA, and is still a secret organization under the iceberg.
The external disguise of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau is a foreign trade company.
Mo Shiyu parked the car and walked in. Due to the riot of the superpowered people, even though it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, the place was still brightly lit and bustling with people.
Is this the official gathering place for North American superpowers?
Huh? Why is there a baby? Mo Shiyu's gaze lingered for a moment on a baby wearing a top hat and a yellow pacifier hanging from its chest.
The baby should not be a member of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau. He shook hands with a senior executive and seemed to be discussing something.
The vest sent him a signal to be alert. The vest regarded the baby as the person who posed the greatest threat to the original body in the entire office.
The next second, the baby opened his eyelids, and his dark, cold pupils met his gaze.
What a strong anti-detection ability! Mo Shiyu paused, then saw the baby curled his lips coldly and effortlessly.
The unique temperament at that moment allowed him to make a quick judgment.
Killer?
You can’t judge a book by its cover… Mo Shiyu politely withdrew his gaze.
Their destination was on the 16th floor.
As high-level agents specializing in targeting illegal people with special abilities and large-scale terrorist activities that endanger national security, they do not need to report their daily actions to anyone, but when they encounter such unimaginably powerful people with special abilities, reporting to their superiors is a must.
The reporting process was completely handed over to the man in the suit, and Mo Shiyu was just a background listener.
"We conducted preliminary tests and found that purely physical attacks were useless against it. Compared to that monster, the Empire State Building is like a soft, fragile pudding."
Lyon - Mo Shiyu knew his name when he was greeting the senior management, and reported diligently, even with a hint of humor from American movies.
"Even if there are no casualties, for a mutant of that size, it is recommended to set a level A alert."
Mo Shiyu thought about it, tentatively took out his mobile phone, typed a word, and placed it on the table.
Lyon took it and took a look.
"Guild."
He murmured the word and looked at Mo Shiyu, "You mean, the monster came from the group? Did you see relevant information at the scene?"
Mo Shiyu nodded.
Leon frowned. "Come to think of it, the group has been very active recently. Because the rewards are generous, many people with special abilities have joined them."
"The group's leader, Francis Fitzgerald, has a good relationship with our head of state, so it's not easy to take direct action," the senior executive said with a slightly awkward expression. "How about this? We'll contact □□ and arrange for someone to speak with Fitzgerald."
Mo Shiyu immediately shook his head. The senior executive asked doubtfully, "Is there a problem?"
Leon continued, "It's really strange that the group sent out such a monster that can block out the sky and the sun, just to snatch away a not-so-powerful plant-type mutant."
"In my opinion, the group didn't actually intend to attract the attention of the military. The monster might not have intended to become a monster in the first place, but was provoked by something."
He pondered for a moment, "They should be making some big moves soon, so it's best not to alert them."
Mo Shiyu moved his fingers slightly, feeling a little complicated, and leaned back against the wall silently.
The higher-ups thought for a moment and agreed. "Let's move the investigation into the shadows. If possible, please focus on assessing the danger that monster poses to our country."
Leon said, "Yes."
The meeting ended and they walked out of the conference room.
Two members of the group, along with Francis, are in the original novel, indicating that this group plays a significant role in Wild Dogs. They should... be the villains, right?
It seems that as long as Ma Jia continues to be responsible for this task, there should be a ready-made reason to go to Neon soon.
Leon asked him, "Go home?"
Mo Shiyu shook his head.
"Okay, I'll be leaving first. I have to start working overtime tomorrow, so remember to go to bed early..." Leon yawned and left.
Watching his figure disappear behind the elevator door, Mo Shiyu turned around expressionlessly and walked towards the information room step by step.
***
In a high-end villa.
"Lovecraft, was that the situation you felt you had to use your superpowers just now?" A blond, blue-eyed man with a lavish demeanor leaned leisurely on the sofa, playing with the pen in his hand.
The group's leader, Francis Fitzgerald.
The gloomy man with black curly hair tilted his neck 90 degrees and responded slowly and vaguely, "Um... I need to use..."
The blond boy dressed as a farmer next to him looked at this scene with his eyes almost popping out.
Oh my god, it’s a male ghost.
"I understand." Francis snapped his fingers. "I trust your judgment. Lovecraft, I want to apologize. I didn't expect the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation to have such powerful people. It's my fault."
Lovecraft showed no reaction, as if he had fallen asleep.
Francis didn't mind. He straightened his clothes slowly. On the computer in front of him was a personnel file.
"Leather mask, codenamed 'Veil'. Its ability is to transform a body part into a weapon...?"
"It's not a very strong ability." Francis raised his lips in interest. "But since Lovecraft is wary of him, he must be hiding some secret."
"If we weren't going to Neon soon, I would really like to meet him."
At this moment, the phone vibrated. Francis lowered his head and opened it. On it was a photo of a girl wearing a Slytherin robe and making funny poses towards the camera.
His brows relaxed slightly, and he smiled gently.
"The naughty little girl is running around the world again."
John Steinbeck, the vine user who was nearly arrested for robbery, narrowed his eyes slightly.
Is this the combination?
"Well, as long as you pay me enough, I don't mind helping you once." The blond boy dressed like a farmer put his hands behind his back nonchalantly. "Following you, I can make much more money than I could rob."
"Thanks, young man. I promise you, this will not be a boring trip." Francis stood up, picked up the red wine glass from the table, faced the floor-to-ceiling window, and drank.
"For the books."
"To allow the stranger to return to his homeland."
***
"Book." Mo Shiyu entered this keyword.
The permission identification logo immediately popped up on the computer screen.
"Wow..." He murmured softly, "In the Federal Bureau of Supernatural Investigation, the confidentiality level of the book has reached an astonishing A-level."
Ma Jia was now a top-level agent, but he had only just earned the right to access the information. The computer's fluorescent light shone on Ma Jia's leather face, and Mo Shiyu clicked the mouse to open it.
【Book】
【A blank novel, everything written on it will become reality.】
【The carrier of 7 to the power of 3.】
【The book's seal location is: Yokohama.】
Turning written content into reality... is that so incredible? Is this really not some kind of Genesis book?
Mo Shiyu was deeply shocked.
However, this would explain everything. His mind raced.
"Mo Shiyu cannot set foot on Chinese territory." This restriction, which seems like a game setting, is most likely a sentence written by someone in this "book."
The purpose of the person behind this sentence was probably to ensure that Mo Shiyu could not break through his own character card like Ma Jia - [Born Victim].
Obviously, this person knew Mo Shiyu's obsession very well.
Mo Shiyu clenched his teeth slightly and waited.
According to this line of thought, whether it was time travel, the system, or the first free chance to draw [Born Victim], it was probably all part of the conspiracy.
But why? Mo Shiyu couldn't understand the reason behind it at all.
If you let him continue to draw cards, his strength will only grow stronger.
One day, he will find the "book" and write his words home in it.
The book will turn what is written into reality, and when he successfully travels back, won't all the other party's plans come to nothing?
No, Mo Shiyu suddenly realized that this is probably what he would do in the future.
Did he succeed in that?
I'm afraid not.
Such a conspicuous target.
Rather than a key to returning home, it felt more like a poisoned apple, tempting him to take a bite.
"Don't get close to the book..." Mo Shiyu murmured.
He squatted down in frustration and pounded the ground twice.
The person behind him doesn't seem to stop him from drawing powerful character cards, which means that he or she is not the kind of person who enjoys watching him suffer.
It seems that he just wants Mo Shiyu to stay in this world as a victim.
"Why?" Mo Shiyu couldn't help but feel resentment and pain.
Why do this?
He had endured humiliation and pain, and had committed unforgivable crimes... Mo Shiyu spent more than two years desperately crawling back to campus, but as he stood on the campus and looked at the college students of his age, he could not deny that he felt like an outsider.
The guy who pushed him into the quagmire gave him a fruit on the shore. Did he think he could be safe? Mo Shiyu only felt more resentful.
He wants to drag him down.
He wants him to pay the price.
***
The dawn is breaking.
The early morning sunlight shines into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the warm light creates mottled shadows on the floor.
The sounds of birds singing, the noise of the crowd, and the honking of vehicles can be heard faintly through the window.
Mo Shiyu, who was sleeping in a mess on the bed, opened his eyes slightly and subconsciously glanced at the watch.
8:50.
He sat up, ruffled his messy long hair, held the doll in his arms, lifted the quilt, stepped barefoot on the floor, and walked towards the bathroom with a dazed look on his face.
The white doll was originally lying motionless in his arms, and it must have maintained this position for a whole night. Now that it saw Mo Shiyu woke up, it stretched out its tip, grabbed Mo Shiyu's pajamas, and climbed onto Mo Shiyu's shoulder little by little, lying on it.
"Main body, operating the new vest...will you still have a headache?" She Yu said.
Mo Shiyu squeezed a tube of toothpaste, then tilted his head and touched the little kid's head. "No, it's very easy. You have your own consciousness, and I only need to devote my attention to a vest."
"Besides, the time difference between America and Japan is nearly 12 hours, so the day and night are reversed." Mo Shiyu smiled. "It's great that one side can sleep while the other side can move around."
She Yu transformed into a white-haired young man and hugged Mo Shiyu from behind.
"The original body." He didn't say any words of comfort, but said directly and softly, "Come to Yokohama."
Mo Shiyu stopped.
The reason why She Yu could say this was actually because he had already made a decision in his heart.
Mo Shiyu closed his eyes and smiled, "Yeah."
He is not alone.
As soon as he knew this, he suddenly felt much more relaxed.
"Sheyu, in your memory, there should be something like our home." Mo Shiyu slurped a mouthful of water, spit out the foam, and suddenly spoke.
She Yu tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Does the original body mean the home of the original world? This body has never been there, but I can see the original body's memories."
"Memories are all filters. In fact, home is not comfortable to live in at all." Mo Shiyu turned on the faucet to wash his face. "It leaks every day when it rains. It can't be compared with a five-star hotel... However, I didn't know how to fix it before, but now that I'm back, it should take 5 minutes to fix it."
She Yu tilted her head. "Then my mom would say, 'I've only studied mechanics for one semester, but I can already repair anything after coming back. The tuition is well worth it.'"
"Pfft." Mo Shiyu couldn't help laughing.
That's exactly what his mother would say.
What would his mother's expression be if she knew that it wasn't just a water leak, but that he could even fix cannons?
After washing up, he struggled to comb his messy hair, then tidied up the room. White Baby climbed into the suitcase consciously and closed the suitcase.
Mo Shiyu was touched by this scene for a second. He coughed softly, zipped up the suitcase, closed the door, turned on his cell phone and made a call.
The phone rang three times before it was connected. A lazy, hoarse female voice came from the other end of the line, "Ah, Valentine, it's rare for you to wake up so early."
Mo Shiyu pushed his suitcase, walked into the elevator, and put on a pair of black-framed glasses. "Am I so lazy in your eyes?"
Vermouth smiled, "This is your lovely part."
Mo Shiyu asked, "Is the role of the little zombie in your crew still vacant?"
On the other end of the phone, Vermouth, wrapped in a bath towel and holding a red wine glass, raised her plump red lips and said, "It's still vacant. It seems you've changed your mind?"
"Yeah." Mo Shiyu squinted his eyes and said, "Going to school is really boring. I hate a boring life. I hope to encounter interesting things in Yokohama."
"Of course, there are so many interesting things in Yokohama. Whether it's people or organizations." Vermouth took a sip of wine and laughed softly. "You are welcome to come anytime, my dear Valentine."
"Okay. See you then."
Mo Shiyu hung up the phone, walked into the parking lot, opened the car door, and got in.
He stepped on the accelerator, and with the roar of the McLaren engine, the sports car sped onto the road like an arrow.
The white doll climbed out of the trunk and sat in the passenger seat. Sheyu stretched out his tip to reach the seat belt, but couldn't reach it. Mo Shiyu stopped the car at the traffic light and fastened the seat belt for him.
She Yu raised his head and looked at him.
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