Lord of the Mysteries - ~ An ordinary person's daily life (7)

After seeing where the lady disappeared for a few seconds, Pacheco turned his head and said to Button:

"Let's go back to the foundation."

"Don't go outside?" Barton asked subconsciously.

Pacheco grinned:

"Did you already send the bottle out?

"There is no need to go to the suburbs.

"Perhaps his real purpose is to let us give the bottle to the lady of the Tamara family. All the things I said before were lies.

"Of course, this has nothing to do with us. Next, whoever lives and lives, there are no innocent people, just need to do some monitoring to prevent the fighting between them from affecting ordinary people, and this will be handled by the police, not the fund Will be responsible for the 'Compliance Department'. "

Vernal's state doesn't seem to be able to accomplish this level of tricks ... Patton murmured, without asking more, and turned to the door.

Frankly speaking, returning to the Foundation is the answer he wants most now.

Just asked if he had to go to the suburbs just because he was impulsive. It was an old problem he had not overcome for many years.

Back at the Foundation, Patton spent a little bit anxiously and ushered in the evening in the tedious and repetitive daily routine.

I used to think that life was too monotonous, and now I find that monotonous life is so precious. Oh, I hope that it will be like the afternoon afterwards, and there are no unexpected events ... May the Lord bless ... Barton stops at his door, stretches out his right hand, holds Formed into a fist, lightly hit the lower left chest.

After completing his prayers, he opened the door and entered, took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed them over to his greeted wife.

"What's wrong with Vernal?" His wife asked cautiously.

Barton answered calmly and calmly:

"He offended some people and is being followed. The police have taken over the matter.

"After that, if Vernal visits again, you should not let him in. Remember to send someone to inform the police afterwards."

Barton ’s wife was relieved when she heard that the police had intervened:

"Ok."

After dinner, playing with the children for a while, Barton found an excuse to enter the study and sat near the window.

He needed a solitary space to completely calm his emotions and walk out of the panic caused by the Vernal incident.

To this end, Button took a cigarette from the drawer and dangled it into his mouth.

He has no cigarette addiction, but sometimes needs to socialize, so he prepared a box of cigarettes at home and on his body.

Struck a match, lit a cigarette, and Button took a deep breath.

He immediately leaned back against the back of the chair, watching the smoke puff out a little from his mouth and nose.

The pale white gas quickly diffused around, reminding Barton of the mist erupting from Vernal's nose and mouth.

Indistinctly, he smelled a faint **** smell.

For Barton, this is not too strange to find, because Vernal once stayed in his study, there must be some traces left, and ordinary people simply do not notice.

Button didn't smell it before, purely because of too much tension and confusion, and his attention was placed on Vernal's whereabouts and the text he left behind.

Of course, the **** smell of the study is very weak, and it is not one of the reasons why it is inferior to the hotel room and the previous ruins.

As the cigarette gas diffused freely, Button's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He has a bad feeling!

After a short while, the pale gas contracted in one direction, with a **** smell, forming a figure.

The upper body of this figure is normal, with an iconic red nose, which is exactly the archaeologist Vernal.

And his lower body is completely made of gas, like a monster depicted by smoke.

"Fu, Vernal ..." Barton suffocated.

His voice echoed through the study, failing to penetrate the wall.

"Haha, I have acquired an undead body, and as long as there is mist remaining, I will be able to survive!" The Vernal laughed out loud.

Compared to before, his expression became more and more mad, and his eyes seemed to have a pale color.

He, he just died once? Barton subconsciously flashed such an idea.

Immediately afterwards, he calmly said:

"Is there anything you need?"

While talking, Button wants to stand up impulsively, but sadly finds that his body is covered with cold mist and loses most of his consciousness.

Vernal stopped laughing, staring into Button's eyes, saying word by word:

"You didn't take that bottle to the countryside."

Despite his impulsive personality, Barton knew that he could not answer this question directly, and the busy phone turned his thoughts and sought a good way to deal with it.

A few seconds later, he snatched the topic before Vernal spoke again:

"Why did you convert to that one?

"Aren't you a faithful believer of the Lord?"

Vernal was silent for a while, his expression gradually becoming fanatical:

"I saw a broader and vaster world.

"Compared to that, the planet we live in now is like a grain of sand in the desert.

"There are countless civilizations there, there are hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, and even tens of millions of years ago.

"This is what the universe really looks like!"

Seeing his own problems made Vernell a bad change, Button closed his mouth, thinking about topics that were insensitive and of interest to the other party.

He took a slow breath and said:

"Apart from the altar, what else did you find in that Quaternary ruin?

"How much do you know about the Tamara family?"

Vernal's eyes moved a little:

"The Tamara family had an emblem change.

"This means that they have encountered a fairly significant incident."

During the speech, the archaeologist of the upper body and the lower body of the fog extended his right hand and used the smoke to outline two symbols in the air.

The first symbol is composed of a layer of thorns, a layer of shield wall and a long sword inserted vertically above them; the main body of the second symbol is a split door, the door slit is made of The long sword acts as.

As a professional who was barely a non-famous historian, Barton instantly reminisced about the words of the Tamara family member:

"They are them, we are us."

"Has the Tamara family split?" Barton blurted out.

"I think so." Vernal smiled happily, then approached Patton, and said enthusiastically, "Your brain is more attractive than I thought, which is the best supplement for me. Relax. Some, your thoughts will merge with me and witness the great civilization one after another. "

He looked very weak and needed to be recovered.

Button's heart jumped wildly, trying hard to avoid the other party, but no matter how he struggled, his body was frozen and completely unable to move.

Just as Vernal's face reached in front of his eyes, Button's right hand suddenly hurt, and the whole person instantly recovered.

The pale mist and monster-like Vernal in front of him disappeared as if they had never appeared.

Barton bowed his head, saw the cigarette in his right hand burned to the end, and burned his finger.

"It was a dream just now? But I feel that it feels so real." Barton dropped the cigarette in his hand, stood up in accordance with his spiritual instinct, and walked to the window.

His eyes turned to the street outside, and he saw a gas street lamp lit up. Many pedestrians passed by in the deeper night, wanting to rush home as soon as possible.

Among them, an ordinary golden retriever dog walked normally.