Open the vest in the comic world

Inside Yan Shuangying's safe house.

After recovering, Yan Shuangying and Natasha communicated smoothly.

"Mr. Yan, you said that besides me, you have never seen other living people?"

Natasha was surprised by this statement.

Haven't seen a living person, have you seen a dead person?

Yan Shuangying, who was sitting directly in front of her, leaned half on the back of the seat, sighed slightly, her eyes were a little distracted, and her expression was equally serious.

"Yes, you are the first human I've seen who can communicate." Yan Shuangying said seriously.

"But. As far as I know, there are quite a few people in this village. The last time I came into contact with the outside world was six days ago, the shop's purchasing staff." Natasha frowned.

"So, we probably aren't in that village anymore?" Yan Shuangying stood up, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and slowly sat back on her seat: "What do you think?"

Natasha shook her head.

When she just arrived, she was still at a loss.

"I'm not sure, but if I could look at the buildings in this town, I should be able to tell."

Before coming here, Natasha had looked at the map of this village in detail. If she saw the buildings of the town in front of her, she could recognize them.

Yan Shuangying looked at the misty sun through the skylight.

"It's only noon now, you can go out for a walk."

Rumbling--

In the misty fishing village, there was a sound similar to the operation of large machinery in a factory, and the breeze rolled up the waste paper on the ground and flew off the ground.

By a hut on the edge of the town, Yan Shuangying and Natasha stood on one side, covering their mouth and nose to minimize getting caught in the mist.

The door of the hut was slowly pushed open, and the dust scattered down, making it even more foggy.

Yan Shuangying, who was wearing a large black leather jacket, went in first.

He held the pistol at his waist with his left hand at all times, and was on guard.

Natasha followed him with a pocket pistol.

Scan left and right.

"No abnormalities."

Yan Shuangying walked carefully and found a relatively empty room.

"I wasn't too impressed with the house."

Natasha carefully recalled the pictures of the houses she had seen before coming here.

"En." Yan Shuangying nodded: "Do you still need to check a few more houses?"

"Let's check it out."

Yan Shuangying didn't say much, she carried the long black box on her back, turned around and walked out of the house.

The location of this fishing village is an area near the sea. It is neither prosperous nor uninhabited. It has a permanent population of thousands of people, hundreds of families, and naturally hundreds of houses.

Yan Shuangying skillfully walked to another house, and skillfully took out a hand-drawn map from the chimney.

Pass the hand-drawn map to Natasha casually.

at this time.

"La~la~la~"

The strange singing sounded outside the window again.

Yan Shuangying and Natasha reacted quickly, and hurriedly bent down to hide by the wall.

The singing gradually faded away.

"These songs?"

"I don't know, they are other people I have seen, maybe they are dead people." Yan Shuangying explained.

"En." Natasha responded, and began to try to understand the hand-drawn map.

Seems to be about the same?
Natasha felt that this hand-drawn map was similar to the map materials she read before coming here.

"Is there no way to get out?" Natasha asked this question even though she knew she couldn't get out.

Yan Shuangying shook her head: "If you can't get out, the more you walk towards the edge of the town, the weirder and more intense the ravings you hear. If you keep walking, you will have a splitting headache."

"If you want to solve the problem, maybe you still need to listen to that song!" Yan Shuangying took Natasha back to the safe house and took out a dilapidated radio.

Play that weird ditty again.

The scene fell into silence.

Yan Shuangying is okay, and the expression management is okay.

The corners of Natasha's mouth began to twitch, her hands were clenched into fists, her face was extremely exciting.

After listening to it a few times, I probably figured it out.

This is a story about picking up a statue.

The deaf mother prayed day and night, and finally heard the raving story.

The point is - the statue.

"The goal of my mission this time is to investigate the source of the statue." Natasha looked at Yan Shuangying.

She vaguely remembered that when Yan Shuangying rescued her, she seemed to use a statue.

Yan Shuangying thought for a while, hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out, and took out a stone carving from his hidden pocket.

The stone carvings are human-shaped, as if they are gestures of bowing hands and offering sacrifices.

"Can I take it over and have a look?"

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Shuangying handed over the stone carving.

Get started.

cold--

null--

quiet--

When Natasha got the stone sculpture, she seemed to have lost the ability to freely control her senses, and passively perceived the world.

There seemed to be a whisper in my ear.

Emotions of cold and fear are particularly prominent.

pat-

The stone sculpture fell to the ground.

Yan Shuangying picked up the stone sculpture as if nothing had happened, but when picking it up, his arms trembled slightly.

"Mr. Yan, what's going on?"

"As you see and feel." Yan Shuangying played with the stone carving and put it away.

Natasha recalled the feeling just now, and couldn't help taking a breath.

"For this stone carving, it is very difficult for us to observe carefully, let alone find any answers."

"It's getting late, let's rest first."

SHIELD
Nick Fury's Secret House.

"No reply from Agent Romanov yet?"

Black Braised Egg was expressionless, and his voice echoed in the not-so-small office.

"No, sir, the team led by Romanov, until now, no news has come out, and no team members have returned."

A woman dressed as a correspondent answered the question of Black Braised Egg.

"Do you want to follow the procedure to support the Romanov action team?"

"Need not."

Nick Fury turned and left the room.

problem occurs.

Even a good agent like Natasha can't handle it.

Nick Fury sighed inwardly.

Professional things still need professional personnel to do.

Nick Fury walked out of the base and got on his exclusive mount.

Go to Papa's Antiques.

Antique store.

"Frank, Daddy wants lizard saliva, not goat saliva!" Little Daddy shouted at Frank standing at the table.

"Okay, sir, I'll look for it right away." Frank searched again helplessly.

The old man saw that he couldn't do it, so he went back to the house and prepared to rest for a while.

"Demons and goblins leave quickly—"

A dark green flash suddenly attacked a certain position.

"Oh!"

A black man in black stood up with his head covered.

The old man took the pufferfish and said, "Who are you? Do you want to compete with the old man?"

The dried pufferfish was shining again.

"Wait." Nick Fury was not calm.

"I'm Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., I know Frank, and Coulson is my subordinate."

"Frank!" Dad didn't relax his vigilance.

"Come on, sir, Nick Fury, why are you here?"

"You know him!" Dad put away the dried puffer fish: "Then you guys talk, remember to ask him to pay for the broken things."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Cheng." Nick Fury hurriedly stopped: "I came here on a special trip to find you today. It's because of this thing."

Nick Fury took out a few pictures, and the paintings on them were the discovered statues.