Terra Calendar 1590.4.5.

Fog Capital · A25.

There are plenty of drive-friendly roads and picturesque countryside around the Fog area, such as the A3 in Surrey and now the A25 near Brooklent and Dandridge.

However, today is clearly not a good day for a drive, when the sky above the foggy capital is overcast and the black cloud pressure is very low, as if the next moment it is going to swallow the entire A25 highway.

"Boom~~"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap. The thunder came from afar, and it resounded throughout the sky at once, as if it was about to shatter the earth, and as the thunder sounded, the rain began to become heavier and heavier, pouring down from the sky.

On the straight A25 road, two lights firmly illuminate the darkness ahead.

A blue sedan was running in the rain.

[Welcome to listen to the Wudu International Channel, we are here to report for you the latest news around, recently, a serious building collapse occurred in a middle school in Karlsruhe in the Berlin area. It is reported that the middle school was holding a school-wide assembly in the conference room at that time, and after the incident, the school's teachers and students were in the conference room.

Unfortunately, a total of eight people at the secondary school lost their lives in the incident, four men and four women, one of whom was a male teacher at the school and the rest were students.

Currently, the cause of the accident is under investigation. 】

After the news was played, the car channel in the car automatically played a pure music, which was the Ninth Symphony.

Heavy rain was pouring down, the wind was raging, and the blue sedan was speeding down the road.

Beethoven's Ninth Symphony is heard in the car, and the music is poignant and melodious, in sharp contrast to the harsh atmosphere outside.

The blond-haired and golden-eyed young man held the steering wheel with both hands, staring intently ahead, and the rain kept knocking on the car window, making a "knock" sound, giving people a sense of fear like thunder.

"Abraham, change the song."

The purple-haired girl sitting in the passenger seat muttered to the blonde youth who was driving.

"Is the Ninth Symphony bad?"

Xia Xiu's fingers on the steering wheel were jumping lightly with the Ninth Symphony, full of vitality and spirituality.

Street lamps illuminate the road ahead, and the rain takes on a dark hue in the light.

The blue sedan is driving on the road, every drop of rain seems to hit the body, making a "tick-tock" sound, the temperature in the car is just right, and the temperature of the air conditioner has been adjusted to the ideal temperature.

Although the view in front of the sedan was obscured by the rain, he still had a firm grip on the steering wheel and drove steadily.

The wheels were constantly splashing, and the trees on the road looked particularly desolate in the heavy rain, like rows of dripping loneliness, and after a curve, the wheels crunched.

"Whoever listens to the Ninth Symphony when it's raining." Ahabat couldn't help but complain to Xia Xiu.

"Then what you want to hear, cut it yourself." Xia Xiu said casually.

[Hope] pressed the switch of the car stereo in the car on the spot, and a quiet, soft melody and singing voice came out of it.

[Everybody has days like that

When they don't want to do anything

Just sit in silence—]

After replacing the slightly heavy Ninth Symphony, Ahabat lay on her back in the seat behind her with a comfortable face, and she asked Xia Xiu:

"Why did you come to the fog capital again this time?"

After dealing with [missing] and [domination], Ahabat felt that Xia Xiu had become more laid-back, they had been playing in the Berlin area for the previous two days, well, although she was mostly playing.

In the two days when I was having a lot of fun, the other party had been reading the newspaper, and then drinking coffee, tea, and happy soda······

Abraham was not averse to pleasure, and she remembers quoting a poet to herself.

The secret to eternal youth is to maintain an unbridled passion for pleasure.

Well, the more she pondered it, the more she felt that this sentence was very reasonable, and it was very in line with her life goals and standards.

"There are footprints of Adistatin in the Wudu area." The blonde young man stared at the road ahead and then said the words to Ahabat as if he were talking about it.

"Adistadt is out of the fog······ Hey, wait, you mean [Anger] is in the fog right now?! ”

[Hope] only subconsciously repeated the blonde youth's words at first, and then she suddenly reacted, staring at the other handsome side face with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"How did you determine her location? I don't remember that you had the ability to divination. [Hope] asked Xia Xiu suspiciously.

"Do you remember the kind of stories I've been reading these days?"

"Hmm, I want to think-"

Rubbing her chin, the little brain quickly recalled the reports Xia Xiu had read in the past two days, and after the other party's reminder, she did remember that the reports that the other party had read recently were very single-minded.

"Ah, I remember, it's "Youyang Criminal Record Special Report"!"

A flash of inspiration flashed, and Ahabat remembered the types of reports Xia Xiu had read in the last two days.

"But does that have anything to do with how you know about Adistata?" Ahabat asked with a puzzled expression.

"What is the name of Adistadt's [mod] ability?" Xia Xiu asked rhetorically at the stunned [Hope].

"[A Clockwork Orange]." [Hope] replied without thinking.

And after hearing Ahabat's answer, the corners of the blonde youth's mouth turned upward, and he said with a smile:

"On a rainy day, [A Clockwork Orange] and the Ninth Symphony go best together."

"Huh?"

[Hope] was stunned again, and looking at the blonde young man who had started to be a Riddler again, her heart couldn't help but become depressed again.

Sure enough, the Riddler is just very annoying!

Damn the Riddler!!

[Monday always makes me feel lost

If only Sunday

There is no need to escape——]

"To Brooklent." Xia Xiu stared at the faint halo in front of him and said slowly.

The halo ahead is emitted by the street lamp.

In the melodious singing, the blue sedan drove into the Brooklyn District, surrounded not only by the lights of the car itself, but also by countless street lamps standing around the borough.

The blue sedan drove into the area, the rain cracked on the windows like needles, making a "tick, tick" sound, and the warm yellow lights inside the car were in stark contrast to the storm outside.

From time to time, the light of the street lamp sprinkles on the car, and disappears as the street lamp leaves, and the atmosphere in the car is even more quiet and serene, accompanied by lyrical songs that are playing.

Looking at the moving dwelling, Ahabat asked Xia Xiu curiously:

"Where are we going next?"

"The Brookrent Regional Police Department, I'm sure the officers there should all have ugly looks on their faces right now."

The blonde youth said as he looked at the area in front of him, where the rain had been subverted.

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Brookrent Regional Police Department.

The rain kept beating on the glass windows, and the lights were extra bright in the dark night.

Tonight, the atmosphere here is extremely tense.

The officers in the duty room looked tired one by one, and in the superintendent's office, this oppressive atmosphere reached the extreme.

"Robbed, beaten, murdered····· the modus operandi of homicide is so consistent. And the prisoners are even more provocative, and they generally commit crimes one after another in Brooklent, in this case, how do you want me to sit idly by! ”

Superintendent Godwin was suppressing his anger on the other end of the phone when the thaumaturgist from [Clock Tower] questioned.

"It's not something we can manage. Godwin, if you don't want something to happen to your officers, don't interfere in this matter. A rather helpless voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It seems to be a supernatural crime, so will [the clock tower] send a thaumaturgist to deal with it?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Godwin's lips at some point.

"As always, once you're done, cast your [Oblivion Charm] on us Muggles or have the men in black in suits take sprays and potions to clear our memories."

"Don't be weird to me, you should know that now is a special period, and there are a lot of bad things going on in the past few days!

It's not just the fog that happens, but there are also things happening in other places, it's not that we don't want to take care of it, it's that we can't manage it!! ”

Godwin's words clearly angered the people of the [Clock Tower] on the other side, and if it weren't for the Transcendent Administrative Regulations proposed by the Kingdom of Heaven, the personnel of the [Clock Tower] would not even be able to pay attention to these stupid Muggles.

Hearing the answer on the other end of the phone, Ge Dewen also fell silent, and his hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.

“···· I know. ”

Godwin finally put down the phone in his hand weakly, he sat in the office chair a little decadently, and then habitually took out the cigarette case from the drawer and pulled one out of it.

Godwin put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

Godwin's tall and thin body was slightly hunched back, holding a cigarette in his right hand, constantly exhaling the smoke, his brows were furrowed, and his face was gloomy, as if something troubled made him feel depressed.

As a government official, Ge Dewen can naturally feel the increasingly tense situation in the central government in recent years, and in the past, he could hear sporadically news reports on the front line about [proxy wars], but in recent years, these reports have basically come and gone every three days.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see how terrible the military alliance between the Oretin Empire and the Daevite Empire is, and the Sixteen Kingdoms of Oaxaca, which are the buffer zone between Youyang and the two, are now at the end of their power, even if Youyang provides them with supplies like bloodshed, they can't resist the crazy rubbing of the two superpowers.

Recently, the actions of the Addison Federation are also very ambiguous, and various bills that seem very wrong have been passed by the Federal Assembly, and the outrageous degree of these bills even makes him look a little less like a normal country.

Well, it's literally not like a normal country, and it's not a yin and yang weirdness.

Within the Youyang Alliance, the Wudu government and [Clock Tower] recently put forward a referendum proposal on the Wudu region to secede from the Youyang Alliance.

When Godwin first saw this proposal, his mind didn't turn for a while.

Who came up with this thing, and left the choice to the people, which is really too free.

If it weren't for the fact that the limelight has become more and more wrong recently, Ge Dewen can guarantee that this proposal will definitely be passed, and the Wudu region will really succeed in separating from Youyang and becoming completely independent.

There was silence in the office at this time, except for the occasional sound of cars and raindrops hitting the windows.

Godwin was immersed in his own thoughts, gasping for air from time to time, his fingers involuntarily pinching the cigarette butt.

"Bell bell bell bell, bell bell ......"

The phone rang again, with a high-pitched ringtone, shattering the tranquility.

The voice was like a sharp blade, suddenly cutting a crack in the quiet air. Godwin subconsciously looked over to the other end of the phone, staring at the deafening voice, which in the silence of the environment was like a terrifying monster, devouring his extremely sensitive nerves.

Godwin was hesitant about the phone right now.

In recent times, several police districts under the Brooklent District Police Department have been calling him for inquiries, and all of these calls are related to recent cases of a heinous nature.

Worst of all, two police officers have already died in the course of the investigation of the case.

Godwin collected his emotions and picked up the phone with a pretense of composure.

"Hey, hello."

"Hello, Superintendent Godwin." On the other end of the phone, a nice female voice came.

"You are?"

"Let me introduce myself first, I'm Sharon Ullichs."

Eullypheus, I remember the surname was [clock tower]·····

Ge Dewen instantly remembered something, and he said excitedly:

"Have the monarchs decided to interfere in this matter?"

"No, [the Clock Tower] will be in a state of total silence in the near future, and we will not interfere with anything in the Wudu region."

The answer on the other end of the phone was like a basin of cold liquid, directly extinguishing Godwin's long-rising expectations.

As if sensing Godwin's loss, Sharon on the other end of the phone quickly came up with a useful message.

"But just because [the clock tower] isn't involved doesn't mean that other people aren't involved."

Godwin seemed to think of something, and he said with some uncertainty:

"You mean, the men in black?"

"This is your secular name, and the correct name should be the angels of heaven, and these angels have a specific class..." As an academic, Sharon couldn't help but correct the other party, and introduced to Godwin like an old pedant.

As for Sharon Ullichs's nonsense, Godwin was obviously not listening.

He had the impression that the men in black were several orders of magnitude more efficient than [the clock tower].

"The black-clad ······ What is the name of an angel? Godwin asked after Sharon had finished talking nonsense.

"Hugh Abraham."

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The song is called "Rainy Days and Mondays", in the rain at night, riding alone on a sparsely populated bus, sitting by the window, breathing in the slightly humid and cold air, the song is playing on the headphones, and the neon lights are circulating outside the window···············

(End of chapter)