Chapter 2143 The Ultimate New World (Twenty-Four)

About ten minutes ago, Coulson's team drove away from Adela's home. They were going to investigate the home of the fifth witness. This witness was not an American, but a Canadian who lived in a small town near Niagara Falls.

So Coulson and his team took their documents and prepared to go through customs. The customs clearance process was very smooth. Canadian customs rarely stopped Americans. Coulson showed his documents and drove out without even stopping the car.

While driving on the road, Coulson thought of Adela's story about her encounter with the visitor in the fog.

Years of experience in dealing with supernatural events made Coulson begin to speculate on the conditions for the appearance of the visitor in the fog. Would it be driving at a certain speed? Would it be at a certain intersection? Would it even be refueling at a designated gas station?

It sounds a bit absurd, but mysticism is so absurd. Over the years, SHIELD has not perfectly solved any one thing. Most of them just calmed the impact because many supernatural phenomena are illogical when they occur.

It may suddenly appear and cause a disaster, and then never appear again, and there is nothing that can allow humans to explore the law of its appearance or take precautions.

This job often makes Coulson feel the insignificance of human beings. The last supernatural event he handled perfectly was the hammer that fell in New Mexico. Of course, it was not perfect, because it was the owner of the hammer who finally solved the hammer, not him.

Coulson thought endlessly, and when he came to his senses, he found that the surroundings were foggy.

Simmons behind him reached out and patted his shoulder. Coulson looked back at her and nodded, but everyone tacitly did not speak.

Coulson knew what he should do. He slowly stopped the car and rolled down the window, but did not open the door or get out of the car. Obviously, he was imitating what Adela did.

After fiddling with the satellite positioning device, he found that there was indeed no signal. Coulson stepped on the accelerator again and the car continued to speed out.

But this time Coulson deliberately recorded the mileage he had driven. He found that Adela's feeling was indeed not very accurate, and the judgment of the two scientists behind him was more accurate. He drove for almost 200 kilometers before the car ran out of gas.

A 200-kilometer drive is not a short journey. It should be very long, but the few people felt that time passed quickly.

Finally, the gas ran out and the car slowly stopped. Coulson was still not in a hurry to get out of the car. He stared quietly at the depths of the thick fog in front of him.

Sure enough, an ethereal figure appeared at the end of the thick fog.

Now Coulson completely understood the scene described by Adela. It looked like a figure, but it was not a physical human being, but a shadow of the thick fog.

No, it was not accurate to say that. Coulson thought, he was not a shadow of the thick fog, but a mysterious visitor from the thick fog.

The other three people in the car all opened the door and got out. Coulson could clearly feel that there was a mysterious force affecting them. Could it be fog?

Or maybe they were actually the visitors in the fog, and the other party was the owner of the fog.

Coulson swallowed slightly. He didn't know whether he should talk to the other party. Although his reason told him that this would not lead to any results, he still took a step forward and said, "Who are you? What do you want?"

No response.

He just stood there quietly watching all this, letting people know that he was staring at this place and was about to say something, but it was as ethereal and silent as fog.

Coulson took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, and said to others, "Get your adrenaline ready. We must observe how the fog fades. This may hide the secret of this mysterious visitor in the fog."

That's right, Coulson planned to fight with the fog guest.

According to Adela, her emotions were unstable at the time. After encountering these things, she collapsed directly. She cried and fell asleep in the car. When she woke up, she found that she had left.

But Coulson is a professional agent. The team he leads has been through many battles. They don't think what is happening to them is a disaster. It's just their job, so there won't be any emotional fluctuations.

In this case, they can stay here all the time, record the time, see when the fog recedes, and then compare it with the time they entered the fog, and it is possible to find the pattern of the appearance and disappearance of the fog.

Coulson shook his head and said, "Go back to the car, take turns to stand guard, and see who caused the fog to appear."

This is another test, because so far, the eyewitness reports are all single-person, and there are only photos. There will be multiple people staying in the same scene with the fog guest, so if you want to find out the conditions for the appearance of the fog guest, you have to change the number of people.

Coulson quickly arranged the guard shifts, and he was the first shift, so the other three went back to the car first.

Because according to Adela, she felt that it took about 40 minutes from crying to falling asleep, so the first shift was set to one hour, and the second shift was a little longer, the time became two hours, and so on.

Coulson did not notice any symptoms when he was on the first shift, and the shadow did not change at all. But when he was changing shifts, his hand froze when he opened the car door.

He saw the sky reflected on the car window, and the thick fog gradually formed the shape of a huge eye.

Coulson took a deep breath and knocked on the car door gently. His assistant May heard the agreed code and pushed the car door open and walked out.

But Coulson did not return to the car when he came out of the second shift as agreed. He stood at the door of the car blankly, as if he saw something.

May walked over lightly, and the moment she saw the car window, she was also stunned, because she also saw the huge eye, and in just a few dozen seconds, the eye had begun to take shape.

"No..." Coulson whispered, "This place is wrong."

The fog around was getting thicker and thicker. Coulson looked around and found that the visibility was less than ten meters at this time. They were completely surrounded by thick fog, as if immersed in a sea of ​​thick fog, completely wrapped up, with almost no gaps.

After a pause, Coulson began to knock on the rear window frantically, calling both of them out, and stretched out his hands and said, "Change tactics, we have to find a way to leave here, I have a bad feeling."

Just as Coulson said these words, the other two also saw from the reflection of the car window glass that huge eyes were opening one after another in the foggy sky.

All the eyes became bigger and bigger, more and more crowded, and finally the whole sky was filled with countless huge eyes, all staring at the few people on the ground.

Coulson pressed the car door and turned his head to look into the depths of the fog again. He was a little horrified to find that the shadows in the fog seemed to be getting closer and closer to them.

It was not an illusion, definitely not an illusion. Coulson didn't know if he said this sentence out loud. He thought it might be true, because his companions soon showed fear on their faces.

Simmons's expression suddenly cracked, and she pointed behind Coulson. Coulson turned back suddenly and saw a huge mouth.

It was a hollow surrounded by thick fog, with teeth made of thick fog, but what was revealed behind the thick fog was not the clear road view that should have been there, but countless bizarre scenes.

Then, as the giant eye in the sky blinked, everyone's vision went dark for a moment, and as the giant mouth opened, everyone's mouth opened.

They felt that some words were about to burst out, and Coulson's rich experience and high inspiration saved him. He knew that he must not say that sentence, otherwise he would stay in the fog forever.

"Get in the car!!!"

While roaring, Coulson opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. At this time, the thick fog had become substantial and began to squeeze in through the gap of the door, and those eyes and mouths were crowded on the car windows, as if they were desperately trying to get close to a few people.

The main reason was that they had dealt with so many supernatural phenomena, and no experience was more terrifying than this time.

Because there were no substantial monsters, no enemies, and nothing that could be touched. They could see, hear, and feel, but in fact they did not see, hear, or feel anything.

Coulson maintained his little sanity. He even had time to look at his watch. When changing shifts, he called the next shift one minute in advance, so it was exactly one hour now.

Coulson had nothing else to do. He stepped on the accelerator desperately, but he didn't expect that the car, which should have run out of gas, actually started and rushed straight to the front of the road.

But this was not good news, because at the end of the road, in the depths of the thick fog, stood that mysterious figure.

Just as the speeding car passed by the figure, Coulson finally saw it more clearly.

A man wearing a classical dress, a black cloak, and a top hat, looked like a gentleman who had traveled through the Victorian era, as if he was standing in another era behind the thick fog.

He watched Coulson speeding by on the other side of the road, still ethereal and silent.

At the moment when Coulson and the fog guest looked at each other in a trance, when he came back to his senses, his body suddenly stuck to the back of the driver's seat, and his body instinctively stepped on the brakes, and everyone crashed heavily in front.

Coulson lay on the steering wheel, panting. His forehead was broken and blood was flowing down his cheek.

Bang, bang, bang!

Coulson turned his head and saw the uniformed police knocking on his car window. "Hello, do you need help?"

Coulson was stunned. His occupational disease made him touch the wound on his forehead and began to doubt whether the Canadian police had poor eyesight. Didn't they see that several of them had broken heads and bleeding? Why did they still react like this?

As a result, he didn't feel any pain when he touched it. He tilted his body to one side and looked at the rearview mirror, and found that he was not injured at all.

The people in the car looked at each other, and it was obvious that they all retained their previous memories. It seemed that this was the first group witnessing incident.

The first task now was to figure out where they were. Coulson looked up and found himself parked on the side of the road. He rolled down the window and asked the officer, "Where are we now?"

"Maple Avenue." The officer with a Canadian accent said, "Oh, that's what you tourists call it, but the maple leaf season is almost over now."

"No, we're fine, but our colleagues just received a piece of bad news." He needed to calm down, and Coulson said with a dull expression.

Mei, who was beside him, immediately cooperated and pursed her lips, showing a bitter smile to the officer. The officer immediately understood, put his hand on the car window and said, "It's a bad day, but it doesn't matter. As long as you keep driving forward, the beautiful scenery of the waterfall will heal all the sorrows."

"Thank you so much, officer, we'll leave now."

Colson said goodbye to the officer, stepped on the accelerator, and the car started smoothly, indicating that the car still had gas. In the car, they all wanted to discuss what had just happened, but they also knew that now was not a good time.

Soon they arrived at the town of Niagara-on-the-Lake. They found a motel and checked in. Just as they were about to go back to the room to discuss what had just happened, they heard the hotel front desk discussing the fog at Niagara Falls with their colleagues.

Coulson went to listen and learned that the continuous thick fog had seriously affected the revenue of Niagara Falls in the last tourist season. The mayor of this town, which has always relied on the tourism service industry as its pillar industry, was recruiting professionals to solve the problem.

Professionals? Coulson thought, isn't he a professional? Or are there other more professional people who know something about this kind of fog?

As soon as he thought of this, he heard the door of the lobby of the motel was pushed open. Coulson turned a corner and walked down the stairs. He saw a man wearing a round hat, a black woolen double-breasted long suit, and glasses talking to the front desk.

Coulson went down one step, and the footsteps landed. The man looked up and Coulson saw a pair of light brown eyes.