Haroff Patton Martin, the owner of this house, has been living alone for almost twenty years. He has a small moped and occasionally goes to town to buy some necessities. For most of the rest of the day, he locked himself in his home. He was accompanied only by simple daily necessities and his inventions.

Energy quarantine has always been a technique secretly mastered by the elders of various superhuman nations, and the quarantine methods of superhuman beings of different ethnic groups are also slightly different, but one thing is the same - only after entering the elders, can you have the opportunity to learn. Martin joined the Presbyterian Church in his twenties and took care of some of the bookkeeping work. Later, due to lack of manpower, he followed the elders to learn the method of energy quarantine, and soon mastered it.

Martin realized that energy quarantine was important. Every supernatural under the control of the Presbyterian Church is subject to quarantine at least twice in his life, once as an adult and once when he gets married. If you are sick, pregnant, or if the presbytery deems it necessary, you will need to continue quarantine. The quarantine requested by the elders is free of charge, and in other cases, you have to pay for it. After the purge, many Mrs. Haru were afraid that one day they would become supernatural, and they would have to quarantine if they were not feeling well. Isn't this a sure-fire way to make money?

Of course, Martin is not the only one who thinks so, many people have tried it before him, and Martin also knows the tragic fate of those people. Private energy quarantine was strictly forbidden by the Presbyterians, but the thirst for money still took over Martin's brain. He began to carry the Council of Elders behind his back, secretly researching the equipment and items of the energy quarantine, and engaged in the business of private energy quarantine.

For every energy quarantine, an appraiser is needed. This appraiser is like a reference, which is connected to the spirit of the quarantined person through the device. At the same time, the equipment outside needs to be manipulated by another person to complete the quarantine. Martin wasn't going to look for an assistant – the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

After researching for a while, the clever Martin designed an automated device to solve the manpower problem, he only needed to act as an appraiser, and the rest of the machine would do it automatically. This must have been the most powerful invention of his life, and it was also his last. He was immersed in the wealth that the energy quarantine had brought him, but unfortunately this good life only lasted half a year before the Council of Elders found out about his deeds.

He was severely punished and his legs were crippled. Martin was forced to hand over all his earnings for the past six months. After confirming and verifying them one by one, the Council of Elders decided to exempt them from the most terrible punishment: the Destruction of the Power Element. For the superpowers, this is the equivalent of a death sentence.

Martin was made public by the Presbyterian Church as a sinner, and his wealth was wiped out for half a year, leaving behind sickness, disability, and poverty, as well as the contempt of the people. It was around that time that his solitary life began, and most people did not have contact with him and hated contact with him. But there are also people who will ask him for help. Just like Beauval is today.

Out of hatred for the Presbyterian Church, Martin secretly completed another set of equipment and continued to work. But Martin was always very careful with visitors like Beauval, and he didn't know if it was a temptation from the Presbyterians—if he was found a second time, he would surely die. For safety reasons, he asked visitors to come to the door alone, no one else to see, and he didn't charge a fee, which made people turn a blind eye to him.

"Sit down."

Martin, on crutches, slowly sat back in his wheelchair. Beauval also found a chair to sit down, and he saw Martin set his eyes on Dimmit.

"Are you going to do it for this kid?"

Now, Poval felt that he could not hide anything. Be honest, it's good for both parties. He started from the day he first met Sato, how Sato decided that Dimiit was the heir to the curse, the agreement between the Council of Elders and him, Sato's attack, and how the Council of Elders would conduct an energy quarantine in ten days.

Martin listened silently to Beauval's story. He knew what Sato was capable of, a powerful porter. As for the millennium curse, his attitude is relatively neutral, that is, he believes in the existence of the curse, but opposes the indiscriminate use of means. Therefore, he still sympathized with Poval. Martin was only a teenager when the first Anomalous appeared, and he had experienced everything from the horrors of Grian to the brutality of the Great Purge. In those dark days, he and his family moved several times to take refuge, and often listened to other people's stories of all kinds of terrible experiences, which are unforgettable.

Poval's purpose, Martin also guessed - to confirm Dimitt's condition in advance. If there is a real abnormality, you can prepare for it in advance.

"Let's get started."

Martin fiddled with the inside of a table, and the bookcase in front of him rumbled to make way for an entrance to the underground. Below is a gentle ramp down which Martin's wheelchair slides. He turned on the light and lit up the dimly lit basement. Povar hugged Dimiit and walked down the hill little by little.

Here, he saw the familiar set of quarantine equipment, the main body is like a transparent wardrobe, placed horizontally on the table, the quarantined person needs to lie in the cabinet, and then the sensors in the cabinet will connect it with the spirit of the appraiser. The appraiser himself must be a qualified super-capable person, and with himself as a comparison, the primary conclusion can be drawn, that is, the appraiser's energy ratio. The appraiser then inputs energy to the quarantined person, and the machine will also make a judgment based on its own preset data, and draw two secondary conclusions, that is, the energy ratio of the quarantined person. The primary conclusion and the secondary conclusion are put together, and a fixed series of calculations are carried out to arrive at the final result.

Martin opened the cabinet door, and Poval glanced at Dimmit, but fortunately, the kid fell asleep at some point. He laid his son flat in the cabinet and closed the door himself. On the other side, Martin had already entered the cabinet used by the appraiser. He told Beauval out and closed the door. Poval returned to his room and sat by the window, staring nervously outside.

The one-person energy quarantine generally takes almost an hour. Poval had never been so nervous and anxious. Perhaps because of the hot weather, the sweat on his back quickly soaked his clothes. On the one hand, he was both expectant and scared of the quarantine results; On the other hand, he wondered what he would do if someone came to his door. When he entered the house just now, did anyone around see him? On second thought, since Martin didn't object, it should be safe.

After thinking about it for a long time, the sound of a wheelchair moving came from underground. Poval stood up and saw the wheelchair struggling to get out of the ground, and little Dimmit lying on Martin's lap, still asleep. Poval hurriedly stepped forward to take Dimmit over, but he didn't speak, he didn't dare to ask. Martin saw his hesitation.

"6.5%, don't worry, it's okay. There is usually a 1% to 1.5% error, and that's okay. ”

Relieved, Poval almost sat on the ground. Okay, great, so that you have the bottom in your heart.

"Thank you."

"Excuse me, leave quickly."

Poval bowed, and hurried away with his son. When I went out, I didn't forget to look around, and I strode back to the country road. The situation outside was the same as when he came, only Celia herself. Poval put Dimmit in Celia's arms, and the two quickened their pace to leave, walking a few hundred meters in one breath before slowing down.

"How?" Celia asked eagerly.

Poval smiled happily and raised his eyebrows, excited.

"No problem, don't worry."

His expression was contagious to Celia, and the couple went home in high spirits.

*****

August 12 arrived.

Three sedans broke the silence of the early morning and stopped in front of Poval's house. The lavish lineup caught the attention of the residents, who gathered around to speculate about what was going on in Poval's home. This time the visiting were two other yellow-robed elders besides Hakama, as well as a group of executors. Normally, the Council of Elders rarely sends more than one Yellow-robed Elder out at a time, which fully shows the importance they attach to this energy quarantine.

The group knocked on the door of Poval's house. Inside the house, the couple had already dressed and were ready to go. Knowing the outcome beforehand, both of them seemed so relaxed that they didn't notice Hody's look of doubt.

"Selia, you stay and let Poval go by himself."

His father's decision left Poval a little overwhelmed. He looked at his father, and then at the group. The two yellow-robed elders agreed to the temporary change, and Poval had no choice but to let Celia stay. He picked up Dimmit himself and followed the elders into the car.

The quarantine site is about twenty kilometers from the town. Through the trees on the side of the road, you can see a house with a six-meter tall spire, yellow and white walls, and daylight glass painted with various religious motifs. This is a sanctuary for the presbyterian congregation, a quarantine site, and a place for the sacrifice of the Harif tribe, which is as sacred as a church.

The car is only parked outside the courtyard gate and cannot be driven into the courtyard. Poval sat in the same car with several of the executors, and only after they all got down did he get out of the car with Dimite in his arms. The door to the sanctuary had been opened, and the two yellow-robed elders had just walked in, and Poval couldn't move yet. When the executor signaled that he could go, he took a step. In this kind of place, there are always a lot of rules.

Passing through the door of the church, you can see the quarantine equipment in the center of the house, which is a bit more complicated than Martin's. Directly above hangs a display that displays the quarantine results instantly. For quarantine purposes, the original benches in the church were temporarily moved aside. From the ceiling, bright sunlight shines through the glass, making the hall look very bright. All the elders were present, surrounded by twelve executors to maintain order.

It wasn't the first time Beauval had been to the Templar, but the atmosphere was still oppressive, and the feeling of peace of mind he had felt was gone. Led by five blue-robed elders, Poval stepped on the golden carpet and approached the machine step by step.

Across the machine, Hakama sat upright in a high-backed chair. Next to him sat two other yellow-robed elders. These locations have been carefully designed, with three large pieces of special glazing installed on the roof above them. When sunlight shines through the glass, it is continuously reflected by the delicate structure inside the glass, and then a vertical beam of light shines on the three chairs. The Haruf people have a custom of worshipping the sun since ancient times, and this design is naturally designed to highlight the status of the elders. Incidentally, in informal settings, these glasses can be repositioned and replaced by regular glass.

Seeing Poval walk forward, Hakama beckoned him and gave a sign to the staff next to him: You can get started.

The person in charge of the identification was dressed in white. He first knelt in front of the three yellow-robed elders and recited the "Mingxin Language"—a set of words used to show that he was in good health and could be fairly identified. Then stand in front of the machine, bend over and bow your head, and stretch your arms flat. Poval lifted Dimitt, placed it in the appraiser's hands, then lowered his head, took five steps backwards, and raised his head again. After doing the same, the expert handed the child over to a woman next to him. Dimmit had been crying since he entered the house, and it was the woman's job to calm him down quickly.

The stranger's arm made Dimmit cry even more, and the woman managed to calm him down a little, and immediately put it in the cupboard. The doors are covered and everything is ready. Hakama nodded, and the appraiser entered another cabinet, and quarantine began.

Poval glanced at Dimmit worriedly, and did not forget to care about his surroundings, only to realize that Sato was not present. Strange, these things started because of him, why didn't he come? Just as Poval was wondering, the overhead display lit up.

The gradually increasing energy flowed in Dimmit's weak body, and the child had a helpless panic in his heart, and he kept rolling in the limited space in the cabinet, and the sound of his body colliding with the inner wall of the cabinet made a sound, which Poval couldn't help but look at. He had to pay attention to the data, and the numbers on the screen kept jumping, showing the primary conclusion and the two secondary conclusions, as well as the possible outcomes.

What is there to worry about? Poval kept hinting at himself, but he couldn't calm down, simply because Sato didn't show up. Sato is a member of the Presbyterian Church and has been pestering herself from the time Celia gave birth until now. On such an important occasion, would he not personally confirm the result? It doesn't make sense, there's a reason for it, but Poval can't think of it.

Ten minutes passed, and the expression on Poval's face began to change, surprised, stunned, even frightened. The three sets of data are still beating, but they are far from the conclusions reached at Martin's house. While the data is fluctuating up and down, it is clearly beyond the normal fluctuation range. Bewildered, Poval looked at Hakama. The yellow-robed elder closed his eyes and sat motionless. Poval had no choice but to raise his head again.

Half an hour passed, and the first conclusion was frozen, a figure enough to make Poval feel the world spinning: 48%! What's going on? How can it be so bad? The other two sets of data were not yet conclusive, but Poval found that the executors around him were already looking at Hakama's face, and the seven white-robed elders and the five blue-robed elders were unable to speak because of the rules, but they all had expressions that had something to say. Hakama opened his eyes and looked at the screen, then closed them again.

Unable to stand any longer, his agitation rife all over his body, he paced to relieve the pressure, in vain, and drew the grumbling of an executor.

"Mr. Raymond, please be quiet!"

Poval glared at the executor, eager to smash a blast of energy out of breath, but the thought was fleeting. The executor winked at him, and then nodded slightly, and Beauval understood. He struggled to compose himself and faced the screen again.

After about ten minutes, the dust settled on the results, an unimaginable conclusion. Dimmit's whole body abnormal energy ratio has reached 75%!

The Templar is boiling, and this result, since the energy quarantine, has only been possessed by those who have special abilities, and they are still adults. Angry cries rang out from the crowd.

"He must be killed! Eradicate the aftermath! ”

Hakama looked at the audience and stood up to signal for everyone to be quiet. Then he walked up to Poval and looked him in the eye, and Poval did not shy away from it.

"What else do you have to say?"

Poval clenched his fists, there was definitely something in it. Martin has no reason to deceive himself, he has to take a lot of risks every time he goes into quarantine, and there is no reason to cheat. It must be the Presbyterian Church, or ...... Yes, Sato! He must have done something. Machines are all invented by people, and what people want to do with it, isn't it? The reason why Sato didn't show up was because he was afraid that he would argue with him in court, so he wanted to take advantage of this environment to make a final decision!

But now, Poval couldn't make any rebuttal. He took a long breath and spit it out in fits and starts.

"There's nothing to say, just one thing, can I hold the baby again?"

This small request can still be satisfied. Hakama gestured, and the woman took the weeping Dimiit out of the cupboard and put him into Poval's arms. The father lovingly stroked his son's forehead with a sad smile. Hakama knew that this was the life and death of father and son, and he didn't plan to say more. But everyone was waiting for the results, and he still urged it.

"Is it okay, Poval?"

Poval raised his head slightly, his eyes from bottom to bottom, shooting an angry and unyielding gaze.

"Yes, Hakama, farewell!"

Hakama was startled, only to see Poval free his left hand, and the energy in his hand gathered into a ball of light and hit Hakama. The two executors next to him immediately stepped forward and pushed Hakama away, blocking the ball of light with their bodies. The exploding ball of light sent a burst of light, and Poval took the opportunity to turn around and run towards the executor who gave him a wink, who happened to be guarding the gate.

"Stop!"

The executor shouted, symbolically stopping Boval. Poval bumped him with the shoulder, in fact, because he was still holding Dimiit in both hands, he couldn't exert his force normally at all, but the executor still fell down exaggeratedly. The gate was unguarded, and Poval broke through the door and ran out of the courtyard. At a glance, he could see that the door of an SUV was not closed, and his instinct told him that he should get in.

By the time the elders chased the executor out, Beauval had already gotten into the cab - the door was unlocked and the car was still running. Without bothering to close the door, Poval stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.

"Chase! Don't let him run! Hakama cried out angrily, "Chase him to his house!" ”

Executives also got on the bus, but it took a while from start to departure. This time Poval escaped from their sight, took another shortcut, and drove all the way, and in less than ten minutes he parked the car in front of his house. Jumping out of the car with Dimiit in his arms, Poval crashed open the door.

"Dad! Celia! ”

The sight of him stunned him again, and Celia sat on the edge of the bed, with three dozen packages on the floor and on the bed, and two large suitcases. Seeing Poval's expression, Celia was also stunned. Hody came out of the back room, and he knew what he feared had happened.

"Don't say more, take your things and go!"

"Dad, do you mean ......?"

Hody just smiled, the executor of the acting was bought by him in advance, and the car was also arranged by the executor. Now everything is going well, everything needed for the escape is ready, and there is one last thing missing.

"Go to the back of the house, I've got a car." Hody said.

"Are you going to ...... Dad?"

Beauval knew that the executors would soon be chasing after him, and that in order to escape, someone would have to wait for time so that they could not find the direction in which the car was going. My father was going to take the errand, but this was the ......

I was thinking just now, I don't need to part with the life and death of father and son, but now, is the separation of another father and son about to be staged?

"Let's go!!"

Beauvar opened his mouth to say something, but Hody stopped him with a commanding roar. Poval no longer hesitated, and asked Selia to wrap Dimmit in a blanket and tie it to her body. The two men picked up all their luggage in a panic and ran out of the house without looking back, finding the car that Hody had prepared. Half a minute, the car disappeared without a trace.

Hody sat quietly in his rocking chair and picked up his teacup. He listened to the sound of a car fading away, and before long, the sound of counting cars became clear in his ears. The voices came to a hurried halt in the courtyard, turning into a series of footsteps, which ended with a rough kick on the door.

The lead executor scanned the room and saw only an old man drinking tea. "What about people?" He shouted.

Hody put down the teacup and took the last sip of tea to his lips, looking calm.

"Don't want to know anything. No need to talk nonsense, come here. ”

With that, he stood up.