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The black nest is coming

Although she knows that Tridy is a black policewoman, her only impression comes from the account in the Doomsday Fantasy Diary. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look out for Aishang Novel Network biquge.info The only people who returned alive from the adventure of the first apocalyptic fantasy were me, Tomie and Triti, and although they left contact information for each other, they did not contact each other for various reasons after returning to reality. Now that I see her again, I can barely remember if she hadn't said hello first.

Standing in front of me was an acquaintance, and it was a teammate who had once fought side by side, but at this time it felt like seeing a stranger. Once again, I felt the gap caused by the amnesia, the emotions of the past and the present were completely inconnected, and I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart, was it joy, surprise or doubt? Triti and Tomie are not the same.

"Tridy? It's you, why are you here? "I was full of doubts about her sudden appearance, and it was in this situation. I glanced in the direction of the fast-food restaurant, which was full of black heads surging around. I can't help but wonder if the explosion at the fast food restaurant has something to do with her, right? I couldn't help but shake my head in my heart, it really doesn't make sense, Cui Di is a policeman, what is he doing that kind of thing for?

"It's still the same, Takakawa." Tryti threw the pistol back and spread out his hands to show no hostility, "I saw an old friend, so I said hello in advance." ”

In the diary, although we used to fight side by side, some bad things happened when we first came into contact, and the timing of her appearance was too coincidental, so although I put away my pistol, I remained vigilant. My heart was full of doubts, and I wished that she would not sell it and explain the ins and outs of the matter in one breath. But I also know it's unlikely.

There are two questions I want to know the most: Who is Tridy, who has become a Demon Emringer, doing things for? Second, anyone who comes back from the apocalyptic illusion loses their memory, so how did Tridy recognize me at a glance?

"I can thank you for saying hello in this way." I said, "You know, I almost killed you." ”

"I don't think you have what it takes. I'm a Demonic Emissary like you now. ”

"Well, let's not talk about the debate without nutrition. Answer me, Tryti, why are you here? Didn't you work as a police officer in Los Angeles? ”

"Of course, what else can I do if I don't become a police officer? Recently, I worked on a big case and finally got a vacation. Tryty crossed her arms and looked around at the commotion, "Don't you think you should treat me to a cup of coffee?" ”

In the past, our confrontation was like lightning, although there were many people, but none of them noticed, and their attention was all attracted by the fast food restaurant bombing. But it's not a good idea to continue dwelling on this place.

I put the dagger away, didn't inhale the magic pattern, just hid it under my coat. I told Tridy to wait a moment, and while staring at her, I pulled out my phone to call Tomie to confirm everyone's situation. Although Tryty said that she was not hostile, I don't think her presence was a good thing, and she couldn't have nothing to do with the things of the present life.

"Ah Chuan, are you okay?" Tomie's voice came, and in addition to that, there was a mess of noises, and it seemed that it was also in the place where the crowd gathered.

"It's okay, I've talked to that guy already. Are you and Jung alright? I asked.

"It's fine. But it was really loud just now. See Tryty? Tomie said a little frivolously.

Tomie's news is too timely, and it seems that something is wrong with her side. I couldn't help but glance at Tridy again, and she just smiled at me.

"She's here. Where are you? ”

"Behind the café across the street from the fast food restaurant, bring her along, there's an old friend here." Tomie said the last sentence with a hint of jealousy in his tone. Although he knew that it would be impossible to complete this mission in peace, the combination of Tomie and Jung felt that it was troublesome, so this unexpected trouble was really tricky.

Old friend, who will it be? I had already vaguely guessed the answer in my mind. Putting away my phone, I took Cuidi to the meeting place, thinking about things along the way, and the atmosphere was a little dull, but Cuidi didn't look bored at all.

The road, sandwiched between fast-food restaurants and cafes, is clogged with pedestrians and approaching police. Over the years, the town has felt like a peaceful and tranquil health resort, at least on the surface, when the explosion of a fast-food restaurant shattered the rape like a thunderclap. Even I know that the impact of this kind of fanfare is devastating.

This alone may not make people's hearts fluctuate, but if there is a criminal case that is poked out next, Sergeant Engels will be anxious.

Is this an anomaly related event in town? Is it the mastermind behind the crime who has changed the modus operandi? If so, what is it that has allowed it to break the criminal trade that has been going on for a decade?

But what I mind the most is that Triti may be the main culprit or accomplice in this case. Although there were no fatalities in the explosion, the deliberate destruction of the property of innocent townspeople is no longer within the scope of police conduct. The diary's record of Tridy isn't specific, but at least it doesn't give me the feeling of a bad guy. It's just that I haven't seen it for a month, and at this time, Cuiti is already very different from the policewoman in my impression.

If you want to describe it, she exudes a strong smell of personal heroism. Perhaps it's the combination of police identity and doomsday power that creates a new her, like the wanderers I have described countless times in the book, hovering between darkness and light. Ah, the description is so familiar that I remember.

"Triti, you joined the Black Nest, didn't you?" I stopped, turned my head and asked.

"I really can't hide it from you." Tryty smiled helplessly.

"You should be in the Security Service." I said it seriously. No matter how you look at it in the past, Tryti didn't look like a police officer who was disgusted with government agencies, or that people who would be police officers generally wouldn't denigrate their place, so the Security Agency, as an international security agency recognized by the state, should be her first choice. What changed her in just a few dozen days?

"Like you?" Tridy asked rhetorically, without the slightest expression on her face, "I don't think what you're doing now can change anything." I just want to gain more strength and protect the people I love. ”

"In that case, I can assume you've given up, right?" I think she knows what I'm referring to. The job of a police officer is to protect the people and maintain order, and Tridy is not a bad cop with no integrity, and if she still decides to be a good cop, she will not be able to turn a blind eye to the chaos caused by the coming of the end.

Tridy's face has a complicated expression mixed with pain and nostalgia, but in the end it becomes cold and resolute, a will that even if you regret it, you will never look back.

"There is no salvation in this world." She originally said this, but after a pause, she closed her eyes and opened them again, and said without hesitation, "I'm sorry, it's just that I don't want to save this world." ”

Triti stared me seriously into the eyes and said, "I don't have that courage, I don't see any hope, I don't know why I want to save those people, but I don't hate the world either, so, I decided to leave a qiē to fate." I just want to protect the few people I care about right now, that's all. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Boy. ”

Without waiting for me to answer, she shook her head herself, as if to say that I would never understand her. But I can understand that, although I have not seen it with my own eyes, there is no shortage of the same stories in the books I have read and in the conversations of others, and luck and misfortune can change a person's life.

The human mind may seem complex, but it is also very monotonous. A philosopher once said that happy people are the same, but unhappy people have their own misfortunes. However, it seems to me that the factors that produce both luck and misfortune are similar.

When you understand these elements, you can create zào comedy and tragedy at will.

In this case, there is no human affection in this world that children cannot understand.

I know it's too cold, and I might be called childish, but that's what I think.

In my eyes, something unfortunate had befallen her, and those misfortunes gnawed at her heart like a curse. But I could do nothing for her, not even persuade her, because what she saw and felt was not a lie or an illusion. I'm also not sure whether her thoughts and practices are right or wrong.

So she said I couldn't understand it, I just kept silent.

Behind the café is a narrow alleyway with flat walls on either side, and the brick-jointed, reddish-brown and low-rise structures have a rustic feel, but also have a certain modern feel. The biggest difference from the city's laneways is that there are no garbage heaps, graffiti and iron ladders, and both the road surface and the walls are very clean.

The sunlight was shining from above, and I had the illusion that the haze created by the explosion of the fast food restaurant and the change of Tryty was steaming with the light and heat.

Maybe everyone is crowded to see the excitement on the other side, or maybe there is an unknown force surrounding this place, and when Tryty and I walked in, it was like entering a world isolated from reality, and the hustle and bustle of the modern township was blocked by a transparent wall outside the alleyway. There were only five people here, me, Tomie, Jung, Triti, and an old man with gray hair.

The old man was the tallest man here, maybe a hundred and ninety centimeters. The autumn sun was a little strong, but he was wearing a black trench coat with a white placket, which produced a strong color contrast, the collar was dignified and upright, and the buttons were buttoned all the way to the neck, giving people a feeling of being strong. The first thing I recognized was the old man who had bumped into Marseille in front of the fast-food restaurant, the same feeling as he had at the time, with a smile as gentle as the sun on his broad face.

There are two things that reflect the light and take up the majority of the first impression. One is a round lens glasses that sit between the bridge of the nose, and the frame has a silver chain commonly used by the elderly to prevent them from falling, and the other is a cross around the neck, which also seems to be made of silver.

It was impossible to see his eyes through the lenses of his glasses, as if there was only a white layer of light there.

The whole person seems to come out of a painting, giving people a sense of unreality.

His right hand, hanging at his side, clutched a thick black book.

Contradictory feelings, not a priest of a priest.

Walking five meters in front of him, standing with Tomie and Jung, Triti walked past me, standing half a position next to the priest, like his retinue. When the priest's gaze fell on me, it was as if he were looking down, it was not just an illusion caused by height.

The Devil's Pattern didn't give me any information about this man. He's at least a third-level Demonic Emissary, and he seems to have a much higher level of authentication than I do.

"Long time no see, boy." He smiled kindly at me, "It's been dozens of days since that goodbye. I had hoped that you would be able to live a peaceful life, but you ended up with that address. Remembered? Mr. Takakawa. ”

"It's you, Father Sissen." I suppressed a tone of surprise, and the familiarity I felt at the door of the fast-food restaurant turned out to be not an illusion.

In the diary of the apocalyptic vision, I spent a lot of pen and ink describing this person before I lost my memory. He is also the only person in Tomoe who impressed me the most.

Priest Sissen, the de facto guide of me and Tomie, was already an unpredictable tripolar demon pattern messenger before Tomie and I became the Chosen One. Although I know that his ability is to control the atmosphere, but his true strength cannot be judged from evaluation and intuition, even if I am now a three-pole demon pattern messenger with demons, I can't feel his strength or weakness when facing him.

He is also a priest, but unlike the weight of the apocalyptic truth, Sissen does not have that unique personality temperament. He looked like a tall, ordinary priest, but if he did, he would feel like he wasn't an ordinary person.

I have learned from Prophet Mayne that Father Sissen was once a member of the Security Service, but later joined the Black Live, but still maintains his old friendship with Prophet Mayne. The people of the Black Nest are not the number one enemy of the Security Bureau, and he and Triti are not hostile, at least not yet, but why are the people of the Black Nest here? Do they also want to receive the legacy of the First Prophet?

It's just that I don't know much about the Black Nest, and I have the impression that they are just some conservative drifters, and although they are an organization, they have a loose structure and program of action. There is not even intelligence to suggest that they ever engaged in organized predation.

"Why are you here? Sissen. Jung still had the same bland and rigid expression, but this stereotype was a little different from the past, and he and Sissen seemed to know each other, and had an unexpected friendship.

"It's just a private act, and there are some things that need to be verified in the Holy Land." Siessen said to Jung.

"Holy Land?"

"The final product of the Tianmen Project, I know less than you, but I have found some archives from the past." "Munch and Erin are amazing people, and I don't want to disturb their peace unless it is necessary," said Sissen. ”

"That is, it is necessary now?" Jung stared at him, "I don't know what the Holy Land is, but you can probably guess the consequences of the continuation of the Heavenly Gate Project, and I can't believe that you would do such a thing." Sue me, why did you attack that fast food restaurant? ”

"Nobody died, did they?" Sissen smiled meticulously, "I'm not a mad dog for doomsday truth, I just took what was necessary. ”

"I think we need to talk about it in detail." Jung said as he unbuttoned his suit, showing for the first time a strong desire to fight. I was a little surprised that he had neatly folded his coat before the fight, as if he was afraid of soiling his clothes and ruining his appearance.

"None of the three of you are my match combined." Sissen said bluntly. But no one here wants to listen to such words, and Tomie also shows a gesture of eagerness.

"Wait." I stepped forward and stopped in front of Jung and Tomie, and although I couldn't think of a reason yet, I felt that this was not the right time to go to war.

Although the battle seemed imminent, there was some surprise, and Jung and Tomie stopped at the first call of me.

"I don't quite understand, I want to make sure, is there an irreconcilable conflict between what we are doing and what you are going to do?"

"Not yet, but sooner or later." Sissen replied gently.

"So, are you going to fight here?"

"No, the effect of the enchantment will soon wear off, and there is no reason to fight for the time being." "I said, I'm just here to say hello to you," said Sissen. I probably know what you're trying to do, after all, the purpose of the Security Service has always been clear, and that's what I admire, but as I said at the beginning, it won't work. The Tianmen Project has not stopped, and it will not stop now. Your and our coming, every one of you here, everything that is about to be born, is the will of the gods. ”

"I see." I said, "But before we go, there's one more thing to confirm." ”

Confirm your strength.

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The high passage led straight to Father Sissen, and the twisted world outside the passage slowed down, and I pulled out the quark from behind my waist and turned into a gray dagger.

Suddenly, an invisible force pressed down on me. As I took a step, I felt that the air around me had become a swamp of mud, and not only did it become difficult to lift my hands and feet, but I also had my mouth and nose blocked by a foreign object, and I couldn't breathe.

The air pressure is getting stronger and stronger at an unbelievable degree.

The circle of perception expanded outward into a sphere twenty meters in diameter, and in my mind, interlocking air particles were pouring in. They are huddled together and almost form a solid state.

You have to leave, and if you continue like this, you will be crushed to death

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The dagger began to turn into a gray mist from the tip, and the gray mist turned into a huge cloak, fluttering without wind, and there were countless threads of gray gas around the edges. I waved my cloak, rolled up Tomie and Jung around me, wrapped myself in it, and jumped into the shadows by the wall.

In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and the body seemed to float in a vacuum. In the blink of an eye, there is a firm touch on the soles of my feet.

The gray that wrapped me cracked in front of my eyes, and the sunlight poured in, and I was now standing in another alleyway.

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