After looking at the place where the lady had disappeared for a few seconds, Pacheco turned his head to the side and said to Barton:

"Let's go, go back to the Foundation. ”

"Not going to the suburbs?" Barton subconsciously asked.

Pacheco said with a smile:

"Didn't you already give the bottle away?

"There's no need to go to the countryside anymore.

"Maybe his real purpose was for us to give the bottle to the lady of the Tamara family, and what he said before was a lie.

"Of course, none of this has anything to do with us. Next, there are no innocent people who live or die, but a certain amount of monitoring needs to be done to prevent the fighting between them from affecting ordinary people, and this will be handled by the police, not the responsibility of the Foundation and the 'Compliance Department'. ”

Vernal's state doesn't look like it's capable of accomplishing this level of trickery...... Barton muttered, didn't ask any more questions, and turned and walked out the door.

Frankly, returning to the Foundation was the answer he wanted most right now.

The question he asked just now if he wanted to go to the countryside was just his impulse, and it was an old problem that he had not overcome for many years.

Back at the Foundation, Barton spent the day with a little trepidation, ushering in the evening in the midst of a tedious and repetitive routine.

I originally thought that life was too monotonous, but now I realize that monotonous life is so precious, alas, I only hope that after that it will be like an afternoon, and there will be no unexpected events...... May Allah bless you...... Barton stopped at the door of his house, stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck his left chest.

When he had finished praying, he opened the door and entered, took off his hat and coat, and gave them to his wife, who greeted him.

"What happened to Vernal?" his wife asked cautiously.

Patton replied calmly and indifferently:

"He offended some people and is being tracked. The police have taken over the matter.

"After that, if Vernal comes to visit again, don't let him in, and remember to send someone to inform the police afterwards. ”

Patton's wife was relieved to hear that the police had intervened:

"Okay. ”

After dinner and a little play with the children, Barton made an excuse to go into the study and sit down near the window.

He needed a space to be alone, to calm his emotions completely, and to get out of the panic caused by the Fernal incident.

To do this, Barton took a cigarette from the drawer and put it in his mouth.

He doesn't have any addiction to smoking, but sometimes he needs to socialize, so he has a box of cigarettes at home and on him.

Striking a match and lighting a cigarette, Barton took a deep breath.

He leaned back in his chair and watched the smoke puff out of his mouth and nose.

The pale white gas quickly spread around, reminding Barton of the mist that had burst out of Vernal's mouth and nose.

Faintly, he could smell a faint smell of blood.

This was not too strange a discovery for Barton, for Vernal had stayed in his study, and there must have been traces that ordinary people would not have noticed.

Barton hadn't heard it before, purely because he was too nervous and flustered, and his attention was focused on Vernal's whereabouts and the words he had left behind.

Of course, the smell of blood in the study is very light, and it is not as good as the room in the hotel and the ruins before, which is also one of the reasons.

As the cigarette gas diffused freely, Barton's eyes narrowed suddenly.

He had some kind of bad feeling!

After an instant, those pale white gases contracted in one direction, and with the smell of blood, they formed a figure.

The upper body of this figure is normal, with a signature red nose, which is none other than the archaeologist Vernal.

And the lower half of his body is completely made of gas, like a monster depicted by smoke.

"F, Vernal......" Barton shouted as he was about to choke.

His voice echoed through the study, failing to penetrate the walls.

"Haha, I've gained immortality, and as long as there is still a remnant of mist, I can come back to life!" the Vernal laughed.

Compared to before, his expression became more and more crazy, and his eyes seemed to have a pale white color.

He, he's already dead once?" a thought flashed through Barton's mind.

Immediately afterwards, he forced himself to calm down and said:

"Is there anything you can do?"

As he spoke, Barton impulsively tried to stand up, but sadly found that his body was covered in a cold and thin mist, and he lost most of his consciousness.

Vernal stopped laughing, looked into Barton's eyes, and said word by word:

"You didn't take that bottle to the outskirts. ”

Despite his impulsive personality, Barton also knew that he could not answer the question head-on, so he busied his mind and looked for a good way to deal with it.

A few seconds later, he diverted the subject before Vernal could speak again:

"Why did you convert to that one?

"Aren't you a faithful believer in the Lord?"

Vernal was silent for a moment, and his expression gradually became fanatical:

"I saw a bigger, bigger world.

"Compared to that, the planet we live on now is like a grain of sand in the desert.

"There are countless civilizations there, monuments that have been left over from hundreds of thousands, millions, and even tens of millions of years ago.

"This is what the universe really looks like!"

Seeing that his question had made Vernal change badly, Barton closed his mouth and thought about what was insensitive and interesting to the other party.

He took a slow breath and said:

"What else did you find in that Quaternary ruins besides the altar?

"How much do you know about the Tamara family?"

Vernal's eyes moved a little:

"The Tamara family had a change of coat of arms.

"This means that they have suffered quite a significant incident. ”

As he spoke, the archaeologist with the fog on the upper body and the lower body of the person stretched out his right hand and used the smoke to outline two symbols in mid-air.

The first symbol consists of a layer of thorns, a wall of shields, and a sword stuck vertically above them, while the second symbol consists of a door with a vertical sword in the door.

As a professional who can barely be called a non-famous historian, Patton instantly thought of the words of the Tamara family member:

"They are them, we are us. ”

"Was there a split in the Tamara family?" Barton blurted out.

"I think so. Vernal smiled with satisfaction, then approached Barton and said with a feverish expression, "Your brain is more enticing than I thought, and this is the best addition to me." Relax, your mind will merge with me, and we will witness one great civilization after another. ”

He looked weak and in need of recovery.

Barton's heart was beating wildly, and he tried to avoid the other man, but no matter how much he struggled, his body felt like it was frozen, and he couldn't move at all.

Just as Vernal's face came to the front of his eye, Barton's right hand suddenly ached, and the whole person instantly regained consciousness.

The pale white mist and monstrous Vernal in front of him disappeared as if they had never existed.

Barton looked down and saw that the cigarette he was holding in his right hand had burned to the end, burning his fingers.

"It was just a dream, but I feel, it feels so real. Barton dropped the cigarette in his hand, followed his spiritual instinct, stood up, and walked to the window.

He looked out into the street, and saw many pedestrians passing by in the darker and darker night, under the lit gas street lamps, trying to get home as soon as possible.

Among them, an ordinary golden retriever walked in an ordinary way.