An Ordinary Person's Daily Life (7)

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

"Come on, go back to the Foundation."

"Don't go to the suburbs?" Barton asked subconsciously.

Pacheco smiled and said:

"Didn't you already send the bottle out?

"There is no need to go to the suburbs anymore.

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

"Of course, this has nothing to do with us. Next, whoever lives or dies, there are no innocents. It just needs to be monitored to prevent the battle between them from spreading to ordinary people, and this will be handled by the police, not the fund. will be the responsibility of the 'Compliance Department'."

Vernal's state doesn't seem to be able to accomplish this level of trickery... Barton muttered, and without asking any more, he turned and walked out the door.

Frankly speaking, returning to the Foundation is the answer he wants the most right now.

Just asking if he wanted to go to the suburbs was just an impulse, an old problem that he had not overcome for many years.

Back at the Foundation, Patton spent the day with a little uneasiness, and ushered in the evening in the tedious and repetitive routine.

I originally thought life was too monotonous, but now I realize how precious a monotonous life is. Alas, I just hope that it will be the same as the afternoon, without any unexpected events... May the Lord bless... Patton stopped at the door of his house, stretched out his right hand, held Formed into a fist, he tapped his lower left chest.

After completing the prayer, he opened the door and entered, took off his hat, took off his coat, and handed them over to his wife who was approaching.

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

Patton replied calmly and indifferently:

"He has 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 notify the police afterwards."

Patton's wife was relieved when she heard that the police had intervened:

"OK.

"

After dinner and playing with the children for a while, Barton made an excuse to enter the study and sat near the window.

He needs a alone space to completely calm down his emotions and get out of the panic brought about by the Vernal incident.

To this end, Patton took out a cigarette from the drawer and put it in his mouth.

He is not addicted to smoking, but sometimes needs to socialize, so he prepares a pack of cigarettes at home and on his body.

Striking a match, lighting a cigarette, Patton took a deep breath.

He immediately leaned back in his chair and watched the smoke gushing out a little bit from his mouth and nose.

The pale white gas quickly filled the surroundings, reminding Barton of the mist jumping out of Vernal's nose and mouth.

Vaguely, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

To Barton, this is not too strange a discovery, because Vernal once stayed in his study, and there must be some traces left, but ordinary people can't notice it at all.

Barton hadn't smelled it before. It was purely due to being too nervous and flustered, so he focused on Vernal's whereabouts and the words he left behind.

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

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

He has some kind of bad feeling!

After a short while, those pale gases contracted in one direction, with a bloody smell, forming a figure.

The upper body of this figure is normal, with an iconic red nose, which is archaeologist Vernal.

And his lower body is completely surrounded by gas, like a monster drawn by smoke.

"F, Vernal..." Barton shouted like he was about to suffocate.

His voice echoed in the study, failing to penetrate the wall.

"Haha, I have obtained the undead body, as long as there is still fog left, I can come back to life!" The Vernal laughed loudly.

Compared to before, his expression became more and more crazy, and his eyes seemed to be pale.

He, he just died once? Barton flashed such a thought subconsciously.

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

"Is there anything you need?"

While speaking, Barton impulsively wanted to stand up, but sadly found that his body was covered by a cold and thin mist, and he lost most of his consciousness.

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

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

Although Barton has an impulsive personality, he also knows that he cannot answer this question directly.

A few seconds later, before Vernal spoke again, he changed the subject:

"Why did you convert to that one?

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

Vernal was silent for a while, and his expression became increasingly frenzied:

"I saw a bigger, bigger world.

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

"There are uncountable civilizations there, with monuments left over from hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, and even tens of millions of years ago.

"This is what the universe really looks like!"

Seeing that Vernal had a bad change with his own question, Barton closed his mouth and thought about any topics that were insensitive and interesting to the other party.

He took a slow breath and said:

"Besides the altar, what else did you find in that Fourth Epoch ruin?

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

Vernal's eyes moved a little:

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

"That means they've had quite a major incident."

While speaking, the archaeologist whose upper body was foggy on the lower body stretched out his right hand and used the smoke to outline two symbols in the air.

The first symbol consists of a layer of thorns, a shield wall, and a long sword inserted vertically above them; the main body of the second symbol is a two-sided door with the vertical The long sword acts as.

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

"They are them, we are us."

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

"I think so." Vernal smiled reassuringly, then approached Barton and said with a frenzied expression, "Your brain is more attractive than I thought, which is the best supplement for me. Relax. Some, your thoughts will be integrated with me, and we will witness the great civilizations one after another."

He looked very weak and in dire need of recovery.

Barton's heart jumped wildly, trying hard to avoid the opponent, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move at all.

Just when Vernal's face was in front of his eyes, Patton suddenly felt pain in his right hand, and his whole body instantly regained consciousness.

The pale white mist and the monster-like Vernal disappeared in front of him, as if they had never appeared before.

Barton lowered his head dumbly and saw that the cigarette in his right hand had burned to the end, burning his fingers.

"It was a dream just now? But I feel it is so real." Barton dropped the cigarette in his hand, stood up according to his spiritual instinct, and walked to the window.

He looked at the street outside, and saw many pedestrians passing by in the darkening darkness under the lit gas street lamps, trying to rush home as soon as possible.

Among them, an ordinary golden retriever was walking around in an ordinary way.

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