"Miss Roman?" came an unfamiliar female voice.
Roman slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a ticket gate and a Ticket Inspector. She was in a daze for a moment, and then touched her face in disbelief.
"I... I'm back?" She murmured in a dreamy voice, "Is this... reality...?"
"Miss Roman, are you okay?" Ticket Inspector frowned in confusion.
Roman raised his head suddenly, stared at Ticket Inspector with dazed eyes for a long time, and then grinned suddenly!
"I'm really back!" She opened her eyes in excitement, "A miracle really happened! My partner was right again! As long as you persist, a miracle will happen! Great!"
Ticket Inspector blinked in surprise, coughed, quietly came to Roman, and whispered.
"Sir, Mr. Deadhead, you should go through the necessary procedures. After all, you are performing a secret mission of the company. If you are exposed, the mission will fail. If you have other considerations, you can wait until you get there before reporting."
After saying that, Ticket Inspector took a step back and turned serious: "The rocket to Farpoint" will stop checking tickets soon. Please show your ticket as soon as possible."
Roman looked down at the ticket in his hand, and then shuddered suddenly.
Go to Farpoint?
Are you kidding?!
She finally waited for a miracle and escaped from "Code 18". Was she going to go back and die?
The company's mission?
Mission be damned!
To hell with the company too!
Manhunter is so right, things like the company should be destroyed!
Thinking of this, Roman simply tore the receipt in his hand into pieces, and then walked away directly under the shocked eyes of Ticket Inspector and the people in line!
"It's a holiday~" She followed Xia Lun's example and deliberately told a cold joke that was not funny, and then walked out of the ticket check-in hall with a face full of joy.
There is a pillar not far away from Roman, and in the shadow under the pillar, Carson, Manhunter, and Attendant are looking at each other.
"So everyone, we are obviously all unidentified gangsters, what should we do next?" Attendant asked quite seriously.
Manhunter snorted coldly, "Of course you will burn the company to ashes! Your Excellency Xia Lun's theory is completely correct. As long as you persist, the company will be destroyed sooner or later!"
"How much hatred do you have against the company? How many years have it been? Can't we live a good life and do something else?" The voice of "Wheel of Rustling" came from Manhunter's pocket, "If you ask me, let's get out of here as soon as possible!"
"Stop arguing now." Carson suddenly interrupted, "Roman is over there. We can ask her to help with identity information! Through her relationship, we might be able to contact Mr. Xia Lun."
After saying that, Carson immediately ran in the direction of Roman. The other two were stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed.
Leather shoes made a hasty sound as they stepped on the floor of the hall.
Running and running, several people ran out of the ticket hall, and at this moment, several people laughed in unison.
Although running was tiring, breathing the fresh air and listening to the noisy voices, the survivors finally re-experienced the existence of "meaning". The air flowing between their lips and teeth demonstrated the illusory but real freedom!
They really escaped from "Code 18"!
"Ta, da, da, da..."
"Ta, da, da, da..."
In the dark living room, the mechanical clock rang rhythmically, and the little girl "Aislin" curled up on the sofa, frowning.
He frowned, as if he was trapped in a Nightmare that he could not escape from.
"Do you think we are playing house? If we fail, then we will all go to the gallows! There is no way out now. We must find a way to catch Brigadier General"Ralph. If he really gets to Scarlet Lantern Island, then he is likely to come back."
A gloomy male voice came from the corridor outside the living room, and then, footsteps slowly approached the living room.
"You, take this warrant to Cold Creek County's port, and make sure that no ship sets sail: You, go and mobilize the skitarii under Morod. Tomorrow Al, Lord Church, and I will hold a meeting to discuss the situation. When the time comes, you rush into the meeting place and be sure to control him."
"Sir Nielder, what about me?"
"The biggest obstacle to victory is impatience. Your task is to have a good rest. If something goes wrong tomorrow, you must be able to deal with it at any time. Okay, everyone, take action, Undying Sacred Flame is with us."
The next moment, the door of the living room was pushed open, and "Nielder" with a mustache strode into the living room. He stared at Aislin on the sofa for a while, and couldn't help but sigh.
And at this moment, Aislin also woke up from that long dream, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
"Child, why are you lying on the sofa?" Nielder took off his coat and sat next to his daughter Aislin. He frowned unhappily, "Where is Mamma Sally?"
"..." Aislin looked at his father Nielder blankly, "Dad?"
"Huh?" Nielder raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"
Aislin threw herself into Nielder's arms and cried loudly.
"Stop crying." Nielder gently stroked her daughter's hair, "Did someone bully you? Who bullied you? Talk to daddy."
Aislin shook her head vigorously, raised her teary eyes and stared at Nielder for a while. Suddenly, she showed a forced smile, "No one bullied me, I just miss you. It feels so good to see you again..."
As she spoke, she stood up from the sofa, and then picked up a beautifully wrapped gift box from the side of the sofa.
"Dad, I remember today should be your birthday." She gently handed the gift box to Nielder's hand.
Nielder was stunned for a moment, then smiled and untied the decorative ribbon on the gift box, "You've been waiting for me for a long time, haven't you?"
"... Yeah!" Aislin nodded vigorously, "That was indeed a long, long, long time."
While he was talking, Nielder had already opened the gift box, but when he saw the gifts in the gift box clearly, he frowned deeply.
It was a holy bell made of gold.
"..." Nielder fell silent, looking at the bell, he couldn't help but recall the long past.
"Do you like it?" Suddenly, Aislin asked expectantly.
Nielder came to his senses, he closed the gift box and looked away slightly. "I like it. As long as it is something you gave me, I like it."
"Don't you want to try it?"
"Let's not talk about it for now. Dad is a little tired now." Nielder rubbed Aislin's head, "Let's change the topic. Why were you crying just now?"
"Dad, I had a long, long dream." Aislin pursed his lips and deliberately spoke in the tone that a child should have. "In the dream, I ran to another star, which was full of seas. Collection Tower companies were established there, and people tried their best to collect a kind of pink crystal."
Nielder nodded perfunctorily. While listening to his daughter's childish words, he thought about the omissions in tomorrow's actions.
"Then what?"
"Then Collection Tower exploded. I escaped with a group of survivors to a Submarine. We were drifting on the sea. If uncle Xia Lun hadn't turned the tide, we would have been dead!"
"Uncle Xia Lun?" Nielder was stunned for a moment, then he straightened up in disbelief, "What uncle Xia Lun?"
"Uncle Xia Lun is Uncle Xia Lun." Aislin blinked and pretended to be tender, "There is a person I dreamed about in my dream. He is very smart and can cook. He is also very, very good!"
Nielder's face became serious. "Xia Lun has black hair and black eyes. He is good at using pistols and Short Sword, and...
Do you particularly like telling bad jokes that are not funny at all?"
Aislin was stunned for a moment, and his expression became serious.
"Dad? Does Uncle Xia Lun also exist in reality?"
"Answer my question first!" Nielder rarely lost control of his emotions.
"Dad, if there is Uncle Xia Lun in reality, please be sure to win over him! He is just like Divine Envoy of Undying Sacred Flame. He can burn an entire island with flames alone, and he can also split open the mineral veins on the seabed with just one sword!"
Nielder took a deep breath and suppressed the boiling emotions in his heart. "Child, you... I, I actually dreamed about Xia Lun when I was a child."
"When I was a child, I once had a very terrifying nightmare. In the dream, your uncle and I went to a city shrouded in terror and despair."
"The name of that city is Winden City, and it is full of weird and twisted Undead. As long as Undead's killing pattern is triggered, Undead will appear and then take away your life. I thought I was dead, but then I got help from many people. Among the people who helped me was Xia Lun."
"Ah?" Aislin opened his eyes in disbelief.
"Xia Lun is incredibly powerful, almost like the messenger of Undying Sacred Flame in religious classics. He took Ping Tou and me with him
Brother went to Thermal Power Station, and finally led us to open a door that was sealed underground. Later, he experienced some things, and he successfully rescued your uncle and me."
Nielder said while looking at the gift box on the table.
When he was Thermal Power Station, he had stolen a similar bell from Undead "Pocket Watch Head".
Although more than twenty years had passed since that nightmare, and he had become one of the most popular and powerful figures in the Kingdom, to be honest, when he saw the bell, his mood was still filled with a deep haze.
"..." Nielder was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed a few times, "Haha, it's a blessing in disguise.
In the dream, I lived in Winden City for many years. Although that life was extremely scary and precarious, it also sharpened my will and thinking, which was also an important factor in my success at such a young age."
Having said this, he fell silent again.
There is no doubt that his poor daughter has also been disturbed by this supernatural phenomenon, and if we continue to zoom in, there will only be more people in the world who are disturbed by this supernatural phenomenon!
He and his daughter were both very lucky and survived that hellish nightmare. However, lucky survivors like them were, after all, only a minority among the minority.
How many people in this world have died silently due to the intrusion of such supernatural forces?
Nielder thought for a while, and the dream that had been silent for a long time suddenly became restless in his heart. The vague thoughts that he had had since childhood gradually became clear.
People are too ignorant of the threat of supernatural forces. Someone must stand up and openly combat this hidden threat!
When he successfully eliminates the remnants of "Brigadier General", he will rely on the organizational structure of Church to establish a new department, in the name of Undying Sacred Flame, and let this department fight to the death against those supernatural threats!
It would be best to call this department "Holy Truth Tribunal".
But, do ordinary people really have any way to deal with those terrifying supernatural forces?
Clock Head, Streetlamp Monster, Fading Graffiti, are those things really something that only humans can deal with?
Or to put it further, if those monsters run into reality, will the entire world be destroyed?
Although he is now close to controlling Borland Kingdom, is his idea just a delusion of a strong individual among ants?
What is the relationship between those supernatural forces and human beings?
As his thoughts turned, countless doubts flashed through Nielder's mind.
"Ta, da, da, da..."
The clock continued to run, and the monotonous sound of the hands recalled Nielder's thoughts.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the slightly unrealistic dream in his heart.
He is just an ordinary person, and unless a miracle happens, he will never be able to compete with those things.
If "Holy Truth Tribunal" is really to be established, the main work policy should be to avoid and limit it.
Thinking of this, Nielder sighed slightly, and then looked at his daughter Aislin again.
"Kid, thank you for your hard work. Speaking of which, how many years have you been in the dream?"
Aislin pursed her lips, seemingly lost in distant memories. After a long time, she raised her head and smiled at her father.
"Long enough to make miracles happen."
"Long enough for miracles to happen?" Nielder was stunned again. He chewed on this sentence in his heart, and his eyes slowly brightened.
Of course he is unable to deal with those supernatural threats now, and even the overall strength of human beings is like a sad joke compared with those Echo monsters. But if the scale of the time perspective continues to be extended to the scale of human history, then human power will actually grow rapidly.
If it continues to develop, one day, humans will have the power to defeat these supernatural threats!
And the premise of all this is that someone openly takes "confronting supernatural threats" as a long-term mission!
At this moment, Nielder's wavering belief was completely strengthened. He even thought about the organizational propaganda of "Holy Truth Tribunal"
words.
"Long enough to make miracles happen!" Nielder whispered.
(Drifting Tale, end)