Chapter 3023: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (31)

Chapter 2997: Long Summer Days under Thick Green Trees (31)

On the way to the police station, Gordon suddenly received a call. After he picked up the phone and said a few words, his face gradually became serious. Then he turned the steering wheel and drove towards Gordon Manor instead of the Gotham Police Station.

"So, that's it. We suddenly received a doll. She said she was going out to buy sushi and hasn't come back yet..."

Barbara leaned on the chair next to the dining table and looked at Jarvis and said, "Are you sure she's okay? Even if she's very strong, maybe..."

Jarvis shook his head and said, "Don't worry too much, ma'am, Wanda will be fine."

Behind Jarvis stood Tim, who was already retrieving information about the crematorium.

Soon, he found that the crematorium was indeed newly built, about four years ago. There were no problems with the land procedures and construction process, but the existence of the crematorium itself was a problem.

The Porokin community didn't need a crematorium at all.

The area of ​​land shared by the community here is more than enough to build a huge cemetery, enough for the population here to die ten times. This kind of community near the suburbs is relatively conservative, most of them are Protestants, and they will not take very extraordinary burial methods. The number of people who choose sea burial and cremation is very small. This crematorium is just like pork belly on a cream cake. There is nothing wrong with it, but its existence is unreasonable.

Suddenly, Tim found another clue. When this crematorium opened, there was a photo of the ribbon-cutting ceremony. In this photo, he found a familiar person, that is, Bob, the manager of the Wardlade Engineering Team.

After a closer look, wow, this crematorium was built by the Wardlade Engineering Team.

Tim and Aisha found similar things, so he thought there must be something fishy. He was about to communicate with Jarvis, but suddenly he seemed to feel something and froze there.

Jarvis suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.

With a sizzle, Gordon stepped on the brakes, and the sudden braking left a charred mark on the road. He opened the door in disbelief and got out of the car, looking into the distance.

On the distant horizon, darkness almost swallowed everything, but behind the lonely high-rise building, a red light suddenly burst out.

What is that...

With a flash of red light, a figure appeared in the hall of Gordon Manor. Before Jarvis could say anything, he felt that he was hugged. Wanda bent down with her husband's arm.

"Ugh--!!!!"

The other two rushed up to help her, but Wanda couldn't stop vomiting on the spot. She couldn't vomit anything anymore. She kept vomiting the acid in her stomach, but she couldn't stand up straight, shaking and twitching constantly.

Jarvis hugged her and kept stroking her back. After a few minutes, Wanda finally stood up, but she still had some difficulty controlling the crimson power around her, and ripples appeared in the space.

"What happened?" Jarvis asked her, "What did you encounter?"

Because Wanda had sent him a message, Jarvis knew what was going on. Although he did not approve of Wanda's risky behavior, he did not think that Wanda would really be hurt.

To be precise, the current Scarlet Witch is no longer a human being, nor can it be simply said to be a mutant. She is the incarnation of the Scarlet Power, more like some kind of abstract entity. She is also an administrator in the Scarlet Witch team in the fighting world. This kind of existence will not be harmed by ordinary people.

But he forgot one thing, that is, even if the life form is upgraded, as long as there is human wisdom and emotions, it is inevitable to suffer mental damage.

When the Scarlet Witch raised her face, there were still tears on her face. She grabbed Jarvis's arm tightly. Just when she was about to say something, she looked at Barbara next to her.

So she pulled Jarvis out of the door.

Jarvis looked at her with concern. Wanda hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Bones, I saw a lot of bones, all... all of them are children's bones."

As Wanda told the story, Jarvis gradually understood what happened about half an hour ago.

After leaving the prison, Wanda walked all the way to the depths of the air-raid shelter. The deeper she went, the colder and damper it was. Although Wanda firmly believed that nothing could hurt her, her common sense over the years still made her feel a little cold on her back.

At the deepest part of the prison layer, Wanda found a room. This room was very strange. It was so lonely on the flat ground at the deepest part. It was not the original facility of the air-raid shelter at first glance, but was built later. The strangest thing was that the door used a security door like the door of a bank vault.

Wanda did not rush in. She gently touched the wall to let the crimson power penetrate into the wall, and then was surprised to find that the wall was very thick, more than enough to be used as a nuclear bunker.

The building was a square house that looked unremarkable. It was already in an air-raid shelter, but it had to be built with such thick walls. Wanda really couldn't figure out what this thing was for. Could it be that there was a monster sealed inside?

But even if it was a monster, Wanda was not afraid. She felt that this thing was so tightly covered that there must be a secret inside, so she flashed and used magic to flash in directly.

To her surprise, the inside of the house was not dark, but very bright. It was completely different from the cramped, cold, damp and dark atmosphere outside. The decoration inside the house was very luxurious, with natural marble floors, wool carpets, and furniture. The dark brown solid wood and the lighting lamp are also retro candlesticks, which look very valuable.

This is a collection room.

There were eight display cabinets on each side of the hall opposite the main entrance. When she vaguely saw the contents of the display cabinets, Wanda's breathing quickened.

She walked forward lightly, and soon stopped in front of the first display cabinet. What was placed there was not jewelry or art, but bones.

The bones, large and small, were arranged in various shapes. Even if Wanda didn't know much about medicine, she could roughly tell what parts of the bones they were.

She saw a hip bone and it was this bone that convinced her that all of the bones came from a child younger than ten years old.

The power of crimson seeped into the display case, and Wanda discovered that these were not models, but real bones, with the structure of real bones, and they were well preserved.

Wanda already had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she still gave herself hope, thinking that the body might be a voluntary donation. Didn't it mean that the mortality rate among children in Gotham was very high before?

She looked up and saw that in addition to the exhibition cabinets, there were rows and rows of glass cabinets placed against the wall, all filled with similar bones.

Wanda endured her nausea and continued walking inside, because she found that there was another door at the very back of the exhibition hall.

Of course, because she was afraid of alerting others, she remained invisible throughout the whole process and was confident that she would not be discovered by ordinary people's cameras.

Wanda tiptoed close to the door, and she flashed in again in the same way. The room was very dark, and Wanda, who was used to seeing things with her eyes, subconsciously used the power of crimson to illuminate the room.

The moment the room lit up, she froze.

There are countless bones here.

But unlike the bones in the exhibition cabinet outside that had been cleaned and preserved very well, many of the bones here were stained with dirt and showed signs of decay, and the ones near the door were even fresh.

Wanda covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming, but at this moment, a device above the room suddenly sounded an alarm.

The panicked Wanda left the air-raid shelter without thinking too much, and started to vomit while holding on to the tree.

Those bones were so small, like miniature model toys, and they all belonged to one child after another. Wanda thought of her own children, if there were bones of her own children among them...

Wanda's emotions completely collapsed. She could no longer control herself. She vomited out all the contents in her stomach. The uncontrollable crimson power illuminated the entire valley, turning it into almost a red world.

But soon, she saw the security guard at the crematorium at the foot of the mountain rushing up the mountain with a pistol in his hand. With little sense left, Wanda understood that she must have been discovered, and she returned to Gordon as quickly as possible. manor.

But the horrific scene still didn't leave her mind. She hugged Jarvis tightly. The panic attack made it difficult for her to breathe on her own. Her face turned red from holding back the air in her lungs and her words were blocked in her throat. She couldn't breathe. I can't even get down.

"Calm down, Wanda, imagine that you are a bird, spreading your wings, floating in the blowing wind. You need to stabilize your body, don't fall to the left or right, but keep floating, floating..."

A few minutes later, the worst stage of the panic attack passed, and Wanda slowly calmed down. At this time, Gordon came back.

"Wanda, what's wrong with you?" Gordon looked at her with concern, while Jarvis shook his head at him.

Barbara immediately stepped forward, and Gordon hugged her. After letting go, he touched her face and said, "Are you okay, my dear?"

"I'm fine. It's always safe here, but Wanda's condition doesn't look good. I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe we should ask a doctor to come over?"

"No, it's not necessary." Wanda's slightly weak voice came over, and she and Jarvis walked into the house again.

Wanda held Jarvis's hand tightly, but she no longer looked so weak. She walked to the center of the room, took a deep breath, relaxed her shoulders, turned to look at Gordon and said.

"You are a good police officer, you will catch the criminals, you will bring them to trial and then let them go to jail. You have done a good job."

Gordon didn't understand what she meant, but he had a bad feeling, so he said: "Yes, Wanda, I will do it, so if you see any criminal evidence, you must tell me , I promise that no one can escape the punishment of the law in my hands, never before, and never will in the future!"

"Can you imagine losing little Jenny?" Wanda asked, looking into his eyes.

"What? What's wrong with little Jenny?" Barbara looked at the baby's cradle anxiously, but her lovely daughter was sleeping soundly in it. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Wanda might be too nervous.

But Gordon seemed to have guessed what she was going to say.

"I can't accept it, Wanda, I can't accept that something happens to my daughter, because I am a father, and I have to protect her and love her at all times..."

"Yes, but if someone takes her away from you, is the fate you expect for the murderer just to live in prison?"

Gordon suddenly fell silent.

The police's responsibility is to maintain social rules, but Gordon is an honest man. He couldn't hide it from himself at this time. He knew that if it really came to that time, he would not think so. He would swear to make the murderer pay an unimaginable painful price.

"I am also a mother, so like you, my answer is no. Going to jail is simply a gift to them."

"Wanda, calm down. No matter what you see, don't be impulsive and do extreme things..."

"I understand that you want to maintain social order. I don't want me to break the rules because of anger and hurt innocent people, or pay the price myself."

The anger gradually accumulated in Wanda's eyes until it burned fiercely.

"But it is people who have to pay the price for breaking the rules, and I am the Scarlet Witch."

The moment the voice fell, everyone in the room felt that the world was almost completely shrouded in red.

Wanda floated in the air, her long hair dancing without wind, and the rich scarlet light in her eyes flashed away, leaving only cold words echoing.

"I say that everyone involved in this incident will die a tragic and painful death."