"It's okay, it's okay, don't keep putting on a bitter gourd face, you're still young and have a long way to go. ”

The man opposite An Yiran had a calm face, it was a man who looked about thirty years old, with a pair of round-framed glasses on his face, long hair, and the hair on the back of his head was tied up by him and tied up a little, just such a man who looked a little improper, just comforted him with such a passer-over tone, as if he was saying that Lao Tzu has experienced more of this kind of thing, what are you. So this kind of comfort did not make An Yiran feel relaxed, but felt that the man in front of him was cheap.

Seeing that An Yiran ignored him, the man seemed to feel a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, took out a cigarette from the pocket of his coat, and lit it in his mouth.

"Anyway, there are patients here, and it's not good to smoke. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Jia is used to it, tell you, Xiao Jia occasionally smokes! ”

The man in front of him shook the cigarette in his hand proudly as if he had revealed some great secret.

"Who the hell are you? ”

An Yiran rubbed his eyes and asked, it has been six or seven hours since he came here, and the sky outside is gradually getting brighter, and after escaping from the pedestrian street, he has not closed his eyes, to be precise, he can't close his eyes. Lin Xiaojia was lying in the next ward, and the two of them were staring at each other sitting in the corridor, and he had to listen to the man who called himself Lao Zhang babbling all night long, but he didn't hear a single clue about what happened.

Hearing such a question, Lao Zhang didn't rush to say anything, he took the last puff of cigarette into his mouth, pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ash bag he carried, and then reached out and scratched his head.

"Actually, we're not ordinary people. ”

"Nonsense. ”

"Well, how to put it, we belong to an organization called the Prophet, and the organization is full of people like us who can use strange abilities, of course, we usually have a serious identity to cover ourselves, but most of the time we follow the instructions of the superiors. And our ultimate goal is simple. ”

Lao Zhang pushed the somewhat slid frame upward, and when he said the following sentence, the original playful tone became serious.

"Our goal is to completely erase the wreckage from the world. ”

Lao Zhang's words are quite bad to be honest, but it is these seemingly casual and bland narratives that shatter An Yiran's worldview. If it weren't for the fact that the smell of disinfectant water was so pungent and real, An Yiran really felt that this was in a dream.

In Lao Zhang's account, he does not know much about the origin of the prophet and the nightwreckage, but it is said that they have existed since the beginning of the eighteenth century and have been opposed to this day. The organization called the Night Skeleton can drive the monsters called the Skeleton, that is, the ones that attack them at night, those monsters are not very intelligent, but they know how to act according to orders, and there are a large number of them, how such a large group of monsters were created, is still a mystery.

The skeleton is divided into low-level and high-level, the low-level ones have ugly faces and will only act according to instinct and instructions, and the high-level ones have the intelligence of normal people and can use abilities, but they are still quite different from ordinary people in appearance.

The skeleton only obeys the orders of the high-ranking personnel of the Nightwreck, it is said that there are only eleven people in the upper echelons of the Nightwreck, including the leader, but all of them have extremely dangerous abilities, they do not integrate into society, few people know their identity, and they still believe in the ancient mode of action, like a shadow under the high civilization. They hide behind one incident after another, creating panic and chaos around the world.

The existence of the Prophets is as old as the Nightwreckage, and unlike the Nightwreckage, they are not entirely made up of people with power. Most of the capable members will devote themselves to the battle against the Nightwreckage, while the incapable and unfit will take on the maintenance and logistics, they have their own civilian facilities, they have their own businesses, the Prophet adapts to the times and protects it as much as possible, and the Nightwreckage is fundamentally a complete contradiction, and the conflict between them has never stopped.

"So you're sent to defeat those monsters, just like Ultraman?"

Accepting such a huge amount of information at once made An Yiran's brain a little painful, and he asked while Lao Zhang lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

"It's like you think, it's just that we're here on a more important mission, and defeating the skeleton is just an inevitable process. ”

Lao Zhang leisurely spit out smoke rings into the sky, and the smell of smoke made An Yiran's nose itch slightly.

"Me and that girl, it's Xiao Jia, and there's a serious man, codenamed Eagle Falcon, we're on a task force, Xiao Jia is the executor, I'm the scavenger, that person is the Overseer, and we're tracking something here, and that thing might have something to do with how the skeleton was made. ”

Lao Zhang raised his eyebrows again when he said this, and his cheap expression clearly said that I am amazing, right? I don't understand, right?

"You don't understand it for a while, but even then I told you, do you know why, young man. ”

"I don't know, I just know that I should have gone home early yesterday to watch the ball game and drink Coke instead of playing on the streets. ”

"My code name is Conductor, and my ability is to manipulate people's minds within a certain range, and even change memories in a short period of time, and I named this ability Karajan. For example.. ”

Lao Zhang whistled towards the other end of the corridor, and then a nurse came out of the nurse's station at the other end, holding a can of Coke, and walked over and handed it to Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang smiled and said thank you, waved his hand, and the nurse walked straight back. Lao Zhang pulled the lid of the Coke open, poured two sips into his mouth, and then burped heavily.

"Look, it's convenient, but my ability only has an effect on ordinary people, and it has no effect on people who are also capable people, of course, the organization explicitly prohibits mental manipulation outside the task, and I will show you how. ”

"I don't usually show my head much in battle, but I'm just responsible for dealing with the aftermath and support, and almost every psychic powerhouse plays such a role. Eagle Falcon is also not good at close combat, so it is responsible for intelligence and item supply, and will provide long-range support when necessary, and only Xiao Jia is really on the front line. ”

An Yiran nodded slightly, his words were quite easy to understand, but when he said this, Lao Zhang looked at him with an expression that seemed to be smiling.

"Do you really understand? My abilities have no effect on the able, and at night I gave the order to leave within five minutes in a radius of one kilometer from the pedestrian street, so you shouldn't have stayed there. Karajan's power is not something that normal people can resist, the only possibility is. ”

Lao Zhang poured a large sip of Coke into his mouth again.

"You're not a normal person, you're also a capable person, and the special ability lurking in your body has rejected my commands. ”

"How is that possible!"

"I was so excited when I first found out, and I was too. The falcon was also at the scene, and he could see what was happening very clearly. At that time, you unconsciously released a similar spatial ability, and only then did you cut off one of the hands of the skeleton, otherwise no matter how fast the falcon's gun is, you will also die. ”

An Yiran recalled the scene at that time, the sharp claws of the skeleton twisted in front of him, but he never thought that it was a strange phenomenon caused by himself.

"In fact, ability is a kind of innate power, your ability is generally the thing you desire most in your heart, or the traces left by the events you care about the most, the awakening of ability is often accompanied by the extreme mental state, you have to understand this. At that time, you must have subconsciously longed to have the ability, not everyone will have what they want, and you are lucky that you are in the minority, and this just saved your life. ”

Lao Zhang looked at the boy in front of him, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, his eyes were a little red and swollen because of lack of sleep, and after experiencing such an incident, the whole person's reaction was a little slow. Lao Zhang understood his performance very well, he was about the same age as him at that time, although the experience was different, but it was the same meaning, if I remember correctly, he was so scared that he couldn't even speak. Thinking of these past events, a smile appeared at the corner of Lao Zhang's mouth.

"She's really okay?"

"Xiao Jia, don't worry, the technology of the Eastern District Medical Team is not covered!"

After receiving the eagle's communication, Lao Zhang immediately mobilized the members of the medical team, and in less than ten minutes, an ambulance was dispatched to send the seriously injured Lin Xiaojia and the teenager, who was close to being sluggish at that time, to the nearest hospital. The entire medical team seems to have extremely high authority, so they don't dare to have any suspicions about unfamiliar medical staff and girls who don't have medical records.

An Yiran's heart now does not have the initial turbulence, it may be that he has been exposed to so many exciting events and remarks in a short period of time, and he is accustomed to everything he sees and hears now. After Lao Zhang said that he thought he was a capable person, after a brief shock, he quickly calmed down.

He himself is just a student who has come back for the summer vacation, whether he is capable or not, whether the world is peaceful or not, whether the organization he secretly controls is evil or not, it seems that he is far away from him, and even if he knows it, he can't do anything, and he has no obligation to do anything.

This is probably the saddest thing about people, when they are not superhuman, they try their best to be different, and when they are different, they try to hide it for fear of not fitting in.

Although he was sitting in front of him now, he didn't need to hide anything, but what about returning to his own life? What form should he take in the future? Or can he really go back so easily?

In the face of these thoughts that came to him, he secretly felt that the once peaceful life might be gone forever.