Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 249 Dustman and Determination

Miles didn't know the origin of the wooden box. She just thought that she had an indescribable nightmare last night, but Kogan didn't dare to sleep. He sat on the bed, staring at the wooden box without blinking.

In fact, after Miles fell asleep, he put the wooden box in his pocket, turned three corners and threw it into the gutter, but when he returned home, the wooden box was still there, in the same position.

Kou Gang didn't dare to close his eyes, but for some reason today, his eyelids felt particularly heavy. After taking a few naps, he still fell into a deep sleep sitting on the bed.

In the dream, the sand figure behind him was closer to him. Kogan could even see a creature hiding in its open mouth. Kogan could vaguely see its bared white teeth.

He used his hands and feet and ran for his life, his mind was blank. In fact, it was questionable whether he could actually control his thoughts in the dream.

But the next second he actually sat up from his bed at home, turned his head, and saw a big hand tightly grasping his arm!

Looking in the direction of his hand, a man with white hair and beard was standing in the room in the darkness. He was holding a sheriff's baton and pointing it at the wooden box on the table.

"Boy, wake up your sister, we have to get out of here!"

The wooden box opened slightly, and grains of sand were rolling towards the box from under the bed. The opening of the wooden box was like a giant whale sucking in small fish and shrimps, inhaling and exhaling, shaking slightly, and something was about to come out of it.

"Sir, what is that?"

"Dustman, do as I say! Quickly!"

Kogan jumped out of bed and woke Miles up. Similar to Miles, countless tiny pieces of sand were rolling out from under his bed.

"Run outside! Run as fast as you can!"

After saying this, Baihu took two steps back. Then a sharp laugh rang out again, and the box opened with a "bang". The face made of sand was gradually growing a torso and limbs.

Kogan dragged Miles downstairs frantically. The two could hear their own heavy breathing, the sound of furniture breaking, and of course, the chilling shrill laughter.

Pushing open the door, the brother and sister finally ran out of the house with Whitebeard, but the Dust Man seemed to have not collected enough gravel, and when they chased it to the door, it retreated again.

"Thank you, sir... What exactly is a Dustman?"

Kougan held his knees and took a deep breath, then turned his head to look at the dark door.

"Minion, there's something wrong with your box. It's not an ancient relic, but it's dangerous enough."

Bai Hu opened the bottle and drank two gulps:
“Okay, you guys go find a hotel to stay in for the next few days…” He looked at Kou Gang, thinking about how the kid bargained when buying vegetables, and guessed that he didn’t have any money.

"This is the room key of my hotel. Go three blocks over there and you will find the Big Horn Sheep Inn. You can sleep at my place first, and then go home after you have dealt with the Dust People."

"Sir, may I ask who you are..."

Miles was considered brave among girls. Although she didn't dare look back at the darkness in her home, she was curious about everything in front of her.

"I'm hungry. I need to have a midnight snack. Let's talk while we eat."

That night, the brother and sister talked a lot with Bai Hu. Bai Hu said his name was Sandro Bal and he was an investigator from the Special Incident Investigation Department.

Investigator? This was the first time that Kogan had an idea of ​​this profession, and it was also the last time he saw Sandro.

The next time I heard this name was at Sandro's funeral.

It rained heavily that day. He just came out of the boxing gym when he received a call from his sister. After graduation, Miles passed layers of screening and entered the investigation department as an operator. The investigator she was in charge of was Sandro, who saved two people a few years ago.

In the cemetery in the wilderness, people attending the funeral held up black umbrellas. Kougan discovered that most of the people attending the funeral were Sandro's colleagues. He had no family. The investigator knew the dangers of his profession and few of them had families.

My sister also stood beside the cemetery, quietly watching the priest of the Holy Virgin Church pray in front of the coffin. After the prayer, each investigator threw in a handful of soil with a shovel.

"Sister, I also want to be an investigator in a few years."

Miles, wearing a black veil, turned her head to look at her brother. The people attending the funeral had not yet finished, and groups of three or five were smoking and chatting in the cemetery. She said softly:
"Mr. Sandro was killed while on duty." After saying this, she let out a long breath:
"I am involved in the whole thing, Kogan. Believe me, you don't want to be like him. After the funeral, I will also ask General Norman to leave. Those things, the so-called gods, are not something we can understand."

"I'll be an investigator."

As if he didn't hear his sister's words, Kogan just held up his umbrella and looked at the gray tombstones hit by raindrops.

"I'll be an investigator."

In the dark bedroom, looking at the ceiling, Kogan repeated this sentence again in a low voice.

Lin Brown is not afraid of death because he wants to die. Carol is brave because he wants to meet other people's expectations of him. In fact, even if he is not an investigator, as a soldier he will also fight for honor.

Kogan is afraid of death, has little honor, and would probably desert a battle if he were to go to war.

But ever since he was saved by Sandro that night, he has been stubbornly convinced that his life was saved by the investigator. Now that Mr. Sandro is dead, he should take over. This is what a real man should do. There must be other little Corgans in this world waiting for him to suddenly appear and save them from the monsters...

"Fuck it, you've been mumbling all night, are you going to sleep or not?"

"boom!"

Carol, who was sleeping next to him, flew over and kicked Kogan to the ground.

Although he was lying beside him with his eyes closed, he was a veteran of the battlefield after all, so even with his eyes closed he remained alert.

That night, he felt the new recruit beside him turning over and over, muttering something under his breath from time to time.

What's going on? You haven't even started your mission yet, but you've been contaminated by the will of the gods?
By dawn, the sky was a light pale gray. Carol couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him on the butt.

"Yes, I'm sorry Captain Carol, I'm a little excited, but it won't affect the mission during the day."

"Captain Carroll?"

"Acute child..."

"When you are on a mission outside, you must be careful. If you let something slip, you may get into big trouble."

In fact, Carol is not qualified to teach others, as he often makes the same mistake himself.

"Go wash up first. Now that you're awake, don't just lie there like an idiot."

Kogan quickly washed up, and when he came out he found that Carol had put away all the traps he had made. It seemed that last night was very peaceful and nothing happened.

"Mr. Carol, I'll go downstairs and prepare breakfast for you. See you later."

Kougan wanted to be as diligent as possible and show his ability, so he went downstairs in a hurry, but he didn't see his boss, and the other workers were not there, and the living room was empty.

He had stayed in this kind of small country hotel before, so he decided to prepare it himself.

Going around the bar, Kogan rummaged through the cabinets below.

Hmm? A pistol and a specially made large iron ring with a sharp blade.

Kougan looked around and saw that there was no one around. He lifted up his windbreaker and put the pistol and the iron ring in his pocket.

Let’s continue updating. In a blink of an eye, half of October has passed. Time flies so fast. It feels like the scene when I opened the book a few months ago was just yesterday.

Tomorrow's update may be less depending on the situation. It depends on whether the cat has surgery tomorrow. If the conservative treatment is successful today, everything will be fine. Fatty, you money-eating beast, please spare me.

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(End of this chapter)