Chapter 4 Shelter Operation

Hearing the sound, Barr opened his mouth a little dissatisfied and was about to say something.

But when he heard Alvin, who had been silent, suddenly said with a smile: "Since you are so worried, why don't you handcuff me?"

Unexpectedly, the other party sneered and shook his head.

"Ha, I am an archaeologist in Sequence 8, and a generalist in Sequence 9 has the ability to understand mechanical structures that ordinary people cannot reach. This is common sense!"

"So, don't play clever tricks in front of me who think we can relax our guards because of this."

Then Barr suddenly came over and said word by word with Alvin, "I will stare at you, Alvin Stinson!"

"No matter what you want to do, this incident was caused by your classmates who took them to the damn ruins, so you have the greatest responsibility."

The warm breath gently brushed across Alvin's cheek, but what Barr, who originally thought he would hear the quibbling sound, did not expect that the hateful lunatic in front of him actually pouted his lips at him.

"Damn bastard, he's really a lunatic!"

Instead of cheating out any information, he was disgusted by the other party. Barr, who seemed panicked, covered his cheeks and cursed and opened the distance again.

"Name!"

Going toward the corridor, Barr, surrounded by a large number of police officers, asked carefully:

"I am Mister Pichai, the substitute teacher here. Is there anything wrong? Mr. Inspector."

...

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Alvin's face disappeared instantly. He frowned and did not turn his gaze into the direction Barr pointed, but instead turned his gaze to the other party's angular cheeks.

"Goddess of Night..."

In response to this, Alvin chuckled and wrapped his hands on his chest, saying meaningfully:

"For example, before, you were walking on the carriage with heavy footsteps, and given the next action, with existing technology, you should also bring a bunch of flashy things with your butt."

"Hahaha... Of course, it's not necessarily a woman wearing high heels, and the secret police may also be the inquisition."

"Actually, I think you should worry about yourself. After all, the next action may be more dangerous. You can't rely solely on your ridiculous punk equipment, but also make full use of your walnut-like brain."

Alvin pointed to the door and was arranged by the other party to go to the next door for further identification. The smile on his face became even more unscrupulous.

"If I were you, after discovering dangerous items, I would evacuate and transfer the people around me as soon as possible, and then arrange for special personnel to dismantle the explosion instead of putting everyone together with the time bomb."

This shows that the other party's organization should not be an official unit, but at least it plays a role similar to a secret policeman.

Looking around the bright classroom, rows of tables and chairs with transparent primer are displayed, and figures of different heights, fatness and thinness are lying on the table, sometimes looking up at the blackboard, sometimes lowering their heads and writing quickly.

"Maryan didn't come to class today."

"Melissa Moretti"

In the corridor, Barr, who had just finished his inquiry, walked into the classroom and asked suspiciously: "What are you laughing at?"

He knew that even if this was just a world twisted by the subconscious mind, even if he lost his original powerful force, the long-trained consciousness still existed, which could still allow him to make full use of his senses.

"Well, the next question, do you know Alvin Stinson, John Deere, Marianne..."

Turning his head to the side, the police officer who was taking notes one by one, asked:

"Mr. Police, can I ask what happened?"

"Can you see it?"

Then he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and pointed to a girl who was being asked in the classroom, and changed the topic: "Think about your purpose of coming here first!"

Filtering out the cold and sarcastic sarcasm in the words, a hint of suspicion suddenly appeared on Barr's face.

"Belief?"

The carriage that could have been viewed from the faint light was once again trapped in darkness and was extremely quiet without the sound of conversation, but the sounds of sounds coming from the street became clear and audible.

Seeing that everyone was busy, Alvin walked into the classroom as if no one was around, flipping through the desk with neat notes, and then turned his head and turned his eyes out the bright window.

The other team was led by Captain Dick, and Upton, who lacked experience, was responsible for assisting him, leading most of the police officers into the school and completely blocked the area around the auditorium.

Due to the limitations of the occasion, even though he was very angry, Barr could only squeeze out a sentence from his teeth: "The incident involving extraordinary factors is not as simple as you imagined!"

Alvin shook his head and raised his hand to point to his ear:

"Someone reported that Tingen City Technical College had carried out a very bad reselling of ancient relics, which needed a comprehensive investigation."

Then he pointed to the teenager who wore a linen cotton shirt, black strap trousers and brown big-headed leather shoes on the podium, and slightly messy black hair answered:

"I know Alvin Stinson, who is Jenny's brother and our neighbor, and everyone else is my classmates..."

Then he quickly packed up his books, turned around and left the gradually noisy classroom, came to the door and glanced at Alvin and paused.

After a long walk, the familiar melodious bell sound came from afar, and the cloth strip on Evan's head was finally taken off by Barr.

"But I don't think so!" Barr sneered.

For example, from the moment he walked out of the interrogation room, he was blindfolded, but the narrow corridor and upward stairs made it easy for him to judge that he should have been underground before.

Although Alvin made a clear enough explanation, he still looked suspicious and found a strip of cloth from somewhere, and wrapped the other person's head firmly, leaving only the nostrils that could barely be used to breathe.

The young policeman suddenly called out a bunch of names, and Melissa, who was unknown, recalled it seriously for a while.

Afterwards, the tall captain asked the two team members to take him to Tingen City Technical School first, and he went to the police station to ask for assistance and then met again with the woman who made a sound of high heels while walking.

In response to this, Alvin, whose head was wrapped tightly, hummed twice, and could only follow quietly and re-divided it. Barr was responsible for the preliminary screening, and the lady took advantage of the ceremony to further identify those who had had close contact.

student.

After saying that, Barr waved his hand, and the police officers on both sides rushed into the classroom, and he personally started inquiring about the gray-haired teacher in front of him.

Even though the sky outside the window was covered by dark clouds, there was an indescribable gloom, wherever the eyes were, there was no grayish-white mist that was isolated from the previous dream.

"equipment?"

"Of course, if you feel scared, I can help you with the bomb disposal work."

Outside the trembling carriage, the boy's hoarseness, the enthusiastic call of the vendor, the roaring machines of the factory, the angry quarrels, and the pious and solemn prayers filled Alvin's ears, and he refused to leave for a long time.

In the classroom of Class 2 of the Department of Steam and Mechanical Technology, Melissa looked at the podium with a confused expression, wearing an inspector uniform and carrying a huge black metal box, and was very familiar to the other party.

The figure.

"The eyes will deceive you, but you can make the most of other senses."

Hearing the sound, the young policeman glanced at the same young as the podium, but with a cold face, and the inspector with the Fifth Special Operations Team logo hanging on his chest, and then said to Melissa, who had a smart and beautiful look:

"You just need to answer the questions."

Finally, the carriage slowly stopped amid the dense sound of footsteps. Then he was taken out of the carriage again. When he got off the car, he was hit and staggered and almost fell directly from the carriage.

“That’s all for today’s course.”

On the podium, wearing a gray robe and a round felt hat, with high cheekbones on both sides of the cheeks. A thin middle-aged teacher knocked on it, a blackboard with the words "Development of Modern Mechanical Technology" written on it, and said in a light tone:

"And... Dawn and they all disappeared!"

Melissa said everything she knew as if she was murmured.

As if to verify her words, the noise in the classroom became sparse in an instant. Alvin squinted his eyes and looked around, and then he found that about ten seats were empty.

The desks filled with textbooks and notes were clean now, as if they had never appeared before.
Chapter completed!