Chapter 13 The True Past

"There are too many witnesses in this incident, so you need to recognize the seriousness of the problem and cooperate with our investigation!"

"Maybe you should ask Mister Pichai, it would be better if you could find that statue!" A happy smile suddenly appeared on Evan's face, and the haze that had once dreamed began to slowly dissipate.

Through the other party's explanation, he had roughly restored the appearance of the dream he had once had.

That is the containment operation, which has not been carried out from beginning to end. From the beginning, he received repeated inquiries in the interrogation room until he started a deep dream, and followed the fifth special operation team of Tingen City, or the Heart of Mechanical Team to carry out operations.

And the team members killed each other due to the influence of the "Crying Angel" statue. Dick, who led the team, was attacked by the main messenger behind the scenes, and Mister Pichai was unable to take care of himself.

The situation that was completely out of control gave him the opportunity to approach the statue, but the statue that attempted to resurrection saw the emperor in his memory and was destroyed under the glory of the emperor.

All of this, in the power of unknowns, has pulled many people into dreams and turned them into memories in the minds of participants and witnesses in the shelter operation, causing social death to some people.

As we all know, a person's death is actually divided into three types:

First, physiological death at the physical level.

Second, social death at the spiritual level; that is, the person known to the deceased knows the news of his death and psychologically determines that the other party is indeed dead.

Although he could be sure that the angel statue had completely shattered under the glory of the emperor, even if it was just a dream.

Then the picture turned around. Alvin saw that after "he" came into contact with the gangster rat, he and dozens of equally young students were standing at the entrance of the excavated ruins, dancing around a small pile of ancient relics. In the middle was placed, a copper knife stood in the middle, and a box full of rust.

Afterwards, before Econser could calm down, the old handwriting began to dissipate rapidly, and a line of more twisted scarlet phrases reappeared on the mirror:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions. If you lie or cannot answer, you will accept the tasks I arranged, or I will punish you."

However, the unknown force disrupted the order of these three, and directly forced the memory from the second item, causing the illusion that the three of them became tigers.

"Pink, pink!"

As if he was stimulating, Yiconse suddenly roared loudly, his face turned into a pig's liver, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Mirror-shaped lie detector?"

Turning his eyes back to Econser across the bed, he said, "Before this, maybe you can listen to my guess."

Then the picture in the silver mirror suddenly shattered, revealing another scene:

The figure suspected to be Mister Pichai walked out of the gate with the sign of Tingen Technical College, found a gangster mouse, whispered to the other party for a while, and took out a few gold pounds from his pocket...

The handwriting on the mirror quickly disappeared and reappeared, as if it was about to completely defeat the other party's last trace of reserve.

"Next, I will make some judgments on the questions you answered before, please don't panic."

After a moment he noticed that Yikonse suddenly took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mentality, and then said in a still trembling tone:

"Dear Arodes, my...the second question is, the real process of the extraordinary events of the Tingen Technical College."

After a little leaning, the light in the lounge suddenly became dark, and the darkness gradually rose in the narrow space. The gas lamps on the walls began to flicker violently like malfunctioning light bulbs in horror movies.

"Hmm? It's interesting! Is this thing not accurate, or did I deliberately hide it?" Alvin looked at the handwriting on the mirror curiously.

After saying that, he placed his finger on the mirror of the ancient silver mirror and began to matte it repeatedly until three times later, Alvin, who was puzzled in front of him, said:

"Dear Arodes, my question is whether Alvin Stinson had deceitful or concealed in the conversation just now."

Hearing the other party’s question, Aiwen raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but feel bulging in his heart.

After all, in his narration just now, he deliberately concealed the Emperor's affairs.

After Evan finished his guidance with dry mouth, Iconser thoughtfully nodded and said:

A figure in a gray robe was standing in front of a collapsed ruins fiddling with the astrological sign in his hand. He seemed to notice something turned his head like a secret spying, revealing his vague face wearing a felt hat and high cheekbones on both sides of his cheeks.

As soon as the words fell, the lights that had just returned to normal became dark again. As the darkness gradually grew, the surface of the silver mirror began to sparkle, and some fragmented pictures flashed like an old TV with bad signals:

"My question is, what color of underwear does your boyfriend like you?"

But he still didn't mention the Emperor's appearance, and he avoided the important and pushed the power of rewriting his cognition to the statue of "Crying Angel" and Mister Pichai.

"Mister Pichai!"

Third, it completely disappeared in the long river of time; all photos, words, images, etc. about him were all wiped out by time, all people who knew him died physically, and all memories about him no longer existed. No one remembered that there was such a person who had existed and lived in this world!

This made Alvin, who was sitting on the bed opposite, feel that the other party's dignity was broken, especially in front of a stranger.

"This unknown force should have the dead and unscathed statue of the angel, the strange machine in the interrogation room, and... me!"

"What a... a guy with a bad personality!" Alvin murmured silently.

"Pink...pink!"

The two of them guessed the identity of the figure in the picture almost at the same time, but Alvin was through the dream and Yiconser was through the portrait provided by Tingen City Machinery Heart Team.

"This thing is really a weird and troublesome thing. Even I was able to get hit at the beginning!" Alvin sighed helplessly in his heart.

Thinking of this, Alvin's eyes suddenly froze, and the image of a crying angel appeared in his mind.

And with Yiconser, he asked his own questions to the mirror.

The white body with marble texture, the smooth feathers on the wings, and the clear tears flowing down in the eyes as pale as skin color, all appear like real objects.

The handwriting on the mirror slowly froze, and Alvin became dull. Seeing Yiconser's angular face suddenly turned red.

Seeing that the other party nodded in agreement, he adjusted his emotions and began to repeat the previous guesses.

"You can speak freely!"

"Not loud enough, I didn't hear clearly, Mr. Econser Bernard!"

He whispered his lips slightly, as if he didn't dare to look up at all. It took him a long time to squeeze out two words:

He turned his sight again, and suddenly, he seemed a little nervous.

But don't forget that the other party can spread through vision and memory, that is, as long as he recreates a statue as he looks in memory, the "crying angel" will reappear in this world.

In the end, dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil...

Under the sudden abnormality, two blood-red big words slowly appeared on the ancient silver mirror mirror on Yikonse’s knee:

"No!"

The picture jumped again. It was a chaotic school auditorium. "Evan Stinson" was covered in blood. He held a broken copper knife in his hand and got rid of several figures covered with scales and feathers on his body. After forcibly rushing out of the auditorium gate, he stumbled all the way toward the police in the north district of Tingen City.

At the end of the picture, a figure suspected to be Mister Pichai appeared again, took off the remaining half of the blade on the box, took out a brand new dagger and inserted it.

Then he took out a scroll of mysterious symbols from his arms, and with the sudden rise of flames, he burned dozens of alienated corpses on the ground into ashes.

Then he picked up the box and turned around and walked out of the auditorium, disappearing into the night...
Chapter completed!