"We all have radio beacons on us." Brian said.

"Then they need to find us and dig us out in eighteen minutes," Sasha said, "especially you, maybe I can hold on a little longer, maybe an hour?" Do you think they have the time and manpower to do this? ”

"Look," Sasha continued, "sometimes privilege is not a good thing. ”

Then he stopped talking, and little Hopkins was filled with anxiety, and as soon as he was awake, he rushed into his mind and opened the door to Beelzebub, but he was blocked behind an impregnable wall, and his father had told him that such phenomena would occur under three prerequisites: 1) he met someone with a stronger mental ability than him (or he had), 2) the person's brain was in a state of ceasement (like you can't enter a room without a door), and 3) the person was completely dead (ibid. 2).

The two young men lay silently under the cable car, the back of which was reinforced with light brown plexiglass, which, along with the metalwork, was of a good praise, hundreds of tons of snow calmly covered them, every breath of air they breathed was precious and unobtainable, Brian was trying to slow down the rate of his breathing, as if that would allow more oxygen to remain—the snow on their cheeks was melting, seeping into their collars, and there was a cold darkness around them.

"Maybe we're not far from the snow?" Brian knew it wasn't time to talk, and they better hibernate like a turtle. But he really couldn't stand it, not everyone could face the threat of death calmly and peacefully. It was simply without warning...... There is little hope, even if it is Avery . He had never been so frightened when Famo attacked, and man, even a supernatural being, could never compare to nature in danger.

"This avalanche is man-made," Sasha said softly, "not a natural avalanche." So. This is not a drift snow avalanche but a plate avalanche, whose front does not roll us up but pushes us forward directly with the cable car, and then stops in the foothills due to the exhaustion of power, and the snow blocks behind tumble and pile up directly above them, there are several explosion points, and now the snow of one mountain peak is piled up on us. ”

"Well......" said Brian, trembling, "we have no hope." ”

Sasha didn't answer, and in the darkness, something cautiously touched Brian's finger, and the older male almost jumped up—if it weren't for the cable car still buckling him.

"You've done a tick test. Is that right? ”

Of course, Brian knew that the kid next to him was also a supernatural being, and it was said that he could make the supernatural stronger, and it seemed that his power could still be used on ordinary people, "Yes." Brian said, "I don't have that potential. "He felt pretty good at the time. After all, the Adeptus is still a minority, and he, like most people, likes himself as normal, now? He wished he could cut through walls, or breathe fire out of his mouth, melt snow, or become a strong man. Fine, as long as it keeps him alive.

He couldn't contain the thought of Ferrola. Famo, a woman with a bull tattooed on her body, was so lucky that she didn't have to face such a long torment, and how unfortunate she was, she didn't even have the last few minutes - and Avery . Famo, like their parents, died as quickly as Ferrola—perhaps that was God's will.

The snow that melted into water flowed into every tiny crevice, and Brian remembered Ferro. Famo's blood was all over her body like this, and she must have felt very cold.

"Say something," said Brian, with a little pleading, though reason had told him that those few minutes he might have missed would mean the difference between life and death, but he didn't want to leave this world in solitude.

"I used to use my power on ordinary people."

"I know," Brian said frankly, "that he is alive, but he has not become a Paranormal." ”

"Some people think that abilities are all about genes."

"So, is that correct?"

"It's very accurate," Sasha said, "Want to try it?" ”

"What?"

"I want to see if you can become a paranormal person." Normally, Sasha said, it's like asking Brian if he's interested in joining a swimming club or playing football.

***

Anthony. Hopkins suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The ghoul's reddish-brown eyes looked straight into the distance, the gray-blue waters and dark green islands, and the clam white clouds obscured the sky.

"Open the door." In a cryptic tone, he said, "Child, I'm watching you." ”

***

Immediate rescue was almost impossible, the snow from the avalanche was unstable, could collapse or tip at any time, could cause new victims, and they only had a few D-shovels, and the probe rod indicated that the shallowest part of the avalanche was thirty feet.

As one rescuer carefully maneuvers over the snow, he noticed that his probe was trembling slightly, slightly, almost imperceptibly, and he looked out uneasily to see a large snowboard with a dendritic crack.

He was a professional and made the right choice without much thought, he immediately evacuated and told the others the news loudly - it was not the best time to rescue in the first place, the problem was that the people buried below were too important.

More and more snow began to split and tremble, as if they were still 1,200 feet above, and rescuers repeatedly backed away.

"Something seems to be coming." One rescuer muttered, regretting that he shouldn't have watched too many horror movies.

Nothing appeared, at least it was invisible, at first it was only small snow balls and branches, but then there was a pile of snow that the D-shovel could not shovel, they were divided into pieces, each the size of a human body or a vehicle, they floated hesitantly in the air, some would fall, some would be thrown far away, and finally there would be a complete explosion, with a strange roar, and everything was violently thrown into the air, including a hapless man who had not retreated far enough, When he was left behind, two men ran up to pick him up, but luckily the place where he landed was very flat, there was no snow, and the starting point was not very high.

By the time the two men lifted up their friend, who had been thrown into the air and then put down by a friend who had not been politely and gently put down, the matter was over, and everyone watched in amazement as the place about the size of a football field, which had been emptied, and as far as the word could be, snow and floating earth and grass were evenly projected into the air and the ground over an area of about half a hectare, and several twisted and deformed cable cars, blue, yellow, red...... of people, some motionless, while others raised their hands to them.

Sasha turned his head to Brian, who was horrified by his strength. DuPont smiled, "Wonderful." ”

He felt Beelzebub.

***

That moment is coming.

Stefan had not slept or eaten for a week, drinking only water, adding salt to it, whipping his back with a bitter whip every day after morning and evening prayers, and wearing a nettle shirt even more violently.

The final prophecy was at hand, and at last, he received this divine will in the early hours of the eighth day.

"Gather them," he said to Elder Josiah, "and we may go to meet the Messiah." ”

***

The girl woke up.

She remembered Mr. Samael's request, jumping out of bed barefoot without shoes, her head aching strangely and her face wet, but she was so bent on making Mr. Samael happy that she cared for nothing - she found Mr. Samael in the hallway.

"I saw it clearly this time," she said happily, "and saw it clearly." There was a glint of joy in her eyes: "He took the boy's hand, and the boy made everything fly." “

"Where?"

"Mountain, there's a lot of snow." She said, feeling an itch in her nostrils and something running down from it, she sniffled in shame, but it didn't work at all, the hot liquid ran to her lips, she raised her hand to wipe it off, and was caught by Samael.

"Is that a brunette boy?" Samael asked, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood from the girl's face and mouth, and carefully folding it so that she wouldn't find it.

"No, it's golden-brown."

"That's Brian. DuPont," said Mr. Samael, "he has been tested on ticks, and he should be an ordinary man, are you sure?" ”

“…… Yes," the girl closed her eyes and recalled vigorously, that in her dream, the sky was so bright that she was only a few steps away from the boy and could even see his brown eyes: "Yes." ”

Blood was pouring out of her nose again.

"Sir?" She timidly asked, when she remembered her father and mother, when she told them what she had dreamed of—she dreamed that Father Dodge was wearing a dress; She dreamed that the bad boy next door had a hole in his head; She dreamed that her mother hid in the bathroom and gave herself injections, and the medicine in the syringe was white; She dreamed of her father and aunt clinging to each other, the kind naked; As soon as she said it, they would always go into a rage, slap her hard, and order her to shut up.

One day she dreamed that her parents joined hands to submerge her in the bathtub, and the transparent water bubbles split on the top of her head, and the feeling of suffocation was so vivid that she fled in fright.

She was hungry and cold, and when she saw the old man who had given her something to eat in her dreams, she grabbed his trousers without hesitation.

Mr. Samael told her that her abilities were rare and precious, and that he had raised her and trained her to "see" purposefully, but that the most she had seen in recent years was the blond boy.

(To be continued)

(There was a slight error in the previous chapter - ah, the reason it stopped for another two days was because ...... I thought there should be several more chapters, but I found that some things should not be described in detail, and the original manuscript always felt wrong, so after the cut, you may see a quick ending - the most hesitant thing for me is that this ending may seem a little rushed, the problem is that Sasha and I both feel that it should be over, well, that's it, the day after tomorrow finale, maybe one chapter, maybe two, not everyone's ending will be explained in detail, but the book is indeed over) (to be continued.) )