The sound of the alarm suddenly stopped being mute, as if it had been cut off by something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info And if a person walks within a meter of the car, he will still hear the alarm as normal.

With a snap of his fingers, Peter created a barrier that could block out the sound. Neither this nor the lifting of this huge noon telekinesis was something that Peter could have done in his ordinary state. And judging from the conversation just now, the series of negative effects of using the Dark Force on the spirit and emotions are completely unapparent.

It turns out that as long as you can actively contact and control it, the Dark Force is not so bad. Peter squeezed his left hand, satisfied.

Although the negativity from the ocean of the Dark Force still made him uncomfortable, he was able to resist its effects now. Of course, this method of manipulation also reduces his ability to control finely.

However, this price is nothing compared to the power it has been paid for. Peter felt very excited now, and in spite of the fact that he had not slept all night, and looked rather tired, he had never felt so good in his spirits, as if he could continue to be active for twenty-four hours.

And he seems to be planning to do so. Peter circled two blocks and returned to the Fogwell gym again. And the moment he pushed open the door, a feeling of dizziness rushed to his brain, causing him to pass out directly.

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When Peter opened his eyes, there was nothing but blank space in front of him.

The scene changed, he seemed to be on a battlefield, but he couldn't see what was around him, only that there were countless explosions around him. He didn't pay attention to his surroundings, his eyes completely absorbed by a faint blue light in front of him. He didn't wonder where he was, but subconsciously walked forward.

Two strange, humanoid shadows lunged towards him, and with just two waves of his hand, they were reduced to splinters, but his footsteps did not stop.

And in the next moment, a burly figure blocked in front of him. Peter struggled to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't make out who it was. A cry that seemed not to be his came out of his mouth, and his body rushed towards the figure.

The scene around him cracked like shattered glass again, dissipating into points of light. Peter paused in confusion, as if he did not understand what had just happened. He struggled to remember what had just happened, only to find to his despair that the memories of those seconds had turned into water running between his fingers, so that no matter how hard he tried, he could only grasp back the faint fragments.

A light suddenly lit up in Peter's mind, and he seemed to have an understanding.

Perhaps, this was not what happened a few seconds ago?

Peter seemed to understand something, but the epiphany disappeared from his mind the next moment. And before he knew it, his surroundings had quietly changed again.

liquid, their surroundings seem to be surrounded by liquid. Despite this, the familiar feeling of suffocation was completely absent, and the fluid flowed unhindered through his lungs, bringing enough oxygen to his body. And even when he opened his eyes in the midst of the liquid, there was no discomfort in his eyes.

He was confined in a small space, which was enclosed, but there was a strange glimmer around him, allowing him to barely see the steel walls in front of him. His limbs were also immobilized by something. These restraints seemed to him to be fairly easy to break free, but in his subconscious, he had a vague feeling that such behavior would have rather bad consequences.

In the next moment, a bright light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, and the wall in front of him suddenly disappeared. The wall in front of him suddenly turned into a window, and before Peter could react, a hideous-looking man pressed his face against the window. His lips moved rapidly, as if to say something, but his words, when reached Peter's ears, turned into a jumble of voices of unknown meaning.

Peter was surprised to see that he himself nodded as if uncontrollably, and the man on the other side of the glass smiled strangely and closed the window again. Peter felt a little lost as he returned to the silent darkness, but in the next moment, a pain that seemed to tear his soul apart suddenly erupted from all around his body.

Peter grew his mouth and tried to vent the pain in his body by screaming, but he was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any sound.

Myself... Can't make a sound?

The pain disappeared from the sand like the water at low tide, leaving only the washed shells and the sand that began to dry up. Just as Peter struggled like a fish in the sun, trying to get more air into his lungs.

And when he finally came back to his senses, he found that the terrible pain before had disappeared at some point, and his body was still in pain, but it was at a level that could barely accept it. He let out a muffled grunt and opened his eyes.

Just now... Did something happen?

Peter looked around him in confusion. Now he seems to be in ruins. The shattered walls, the bars peeking out of the concrete, and the dust that kept falling from above all gave him a sense of desolation, but for some reason, the scene in front of him felt somewhat familiar. A melodious siren sounded in the distance, and its voice was getting louder and louder, and it was clearly rapidly approaching in its own direction.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed the man at his feet.

However, this man is no longer human. His face was blurred with flesh and blood, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all. His blood-stained garment was torn to shreds, revealing the horrific wounds hidden beneath.

Yet even with such a severe injury, he was still alive. His body was still slowly squirming, trying to move away from Peter.

A boulder fell from the top of Peter's head and smashed at his feet. A large amount of dust was stirred up, enveloping Peter's entire figure. Peter subconsciously tried to cover his mouth and nose, but found that the dust did not fall on his face.

He's wearing his mask.

Peter's body moved on its own again without his control. He took two slow steps forward, his right hand slightly extended. A steel bar more than a meter long flew into his hand. Peter stood in front of the man and took a deep breath.

Then without mercy, he plunged the steel bar in his hand into the man's chest.

A large amount of blood splattered out, making him close his eyes. And this time, before he could open his eyes, Peter knew that his surroundings had changed again.

And when he actually saw what he saw, he was still shocked by what he saw.

George's lifeless, cold body was lying motionless to the ground. His throat had been cut open by some sharp object, and the wound had begun to stop bleeding. It's not that his wounds are starting to heal, it's just that there's no more blood left in his body.

And Gwen...

As if he already knew what to do, Peter unconsciously took his phone out of George's pocket. Entering a password he had never known before, the phone was easily unlocked. After a moment's hesitation, he clicked on the message log. After a few moments, Peter turned off his phone and threw it on the floor. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and the expression on his face was cloudy.

I was in a dream.

But what happened in this dream was not false.

And these things are not already predestined.

I can change all that.

In the next moment, Peter's dream finally shattered completely.

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Peter opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. His sudden action startled the person next to him, causing him to jump up directly. Peter rubbed his still-swelling brain, and finally recognized who the person next to him was.

"Oh... Adu—" Peter raised his hand in a greeting. Dupinde, a cleaner at Fogwell's gym, has only been here for more than two months. This rather enthusiastic Indian lad gets along quite well with the daily guests here, but he is a little too honest and many people like to joke about him.

"Uh... When I opened the door, I found you lying here, do you need me to call an ambulance for you? Adu asked cautiously, and Peter quickly waved his hand to refuse.

"No, I really don't, I'm fine now. I just accidentally fell asleep last night. ”

It took a while for Peter to convince Adu, but even after the slippers, Adu looked at Peter with a rather worried look. But Peter didn't pay much attention to it. Now he has more important things to do, and time is running out.

And in the deepest part of Peter's mind, a consciousness that did not belong to him sighed softly.

"That's all I can do to help you, boy..."