A comic book about Apostle Awakening

May 1953, Massachusetts, USA

The weather is clear, cloudless, and the sun is just right. Massachusetts has extremely wide natural forests, developed fisheries, construction minerals, and rich biological resources, but it lacks metals and oil fields. After World War II, several new factories were built here. The U.S. government planned to fully develop the resources of this state, not only natural resources, but also human resources. The Greater Boston area of ​​Cambridge, Massachusetts is home to a world-famous university, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Since the Department of Defense obtained a lot of technology from Nazi Germany, they have worked with MIT to analyze and develop more advanced weapons, aerospace facilities, and more secretive things.

The jeep ran over the gravel road in the countryside, leaving two deep traces behind the car. It was obvious that the weight of the car was more than what it seemed.

"God just can't figure out one thing." Aldridge pressed the button on the steering wheel, and all the windows, including the windshield, raised a UV protective shield. "Not everyone likes the sun. Uh, you're okay. Come on, Miss Sarah." Aldridge looked at the woman in his co-pilot.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a young black woman, about twenty years old, with slightly curly hair, wearing a taupe casual short-sleeved dress and camel-colored mountain boots. Her name was Sarah Hall, a rare black female student in the history department at MIT. .

"I'm fine, Mr. Nut." Sarah replied respectfully, and then fell into silence again.

Aldridge smiled knowingly and said easily, "Don't be too nervous. Your professor recommended you to me, so I think there must be something special about you."

"Do you really believe that I'm a black girl talking about magic?"

"Ha, magic, yes," Aldridge said disdainfully. "Most people will sneer when they hear this name, but I am not. I have a different view from most white people. You have to understand that they believe in Catholicism and believe in God. Love people, so those guys go around doing disgusting things in the name of God. Until now, they still think that white people are the superior race, but if you carefully examine the Bible and reality, you will find that this view is wrong. , have you read the Bible, Miss Sarah."

"Yes, I have read it, that is one of our courses." Sara replied helplessly.

"Very good, then our next communication will not be a problem," Aldridge glanced at his watch, secretly calculating when the damn sun would set.

"It is said in the Bible that God created the first human being in his own likeness. This is the origin of humankind, right?"

"Yes, the first human Adam, and then God used his rib to create Eve." Sarah nodded and replied.

"That's the problem, Miss Sarah. According to biology, the first person who appeared in the world was not a white person. In fact, he was more like you, a black person. That is to say, according to the theory of the white elites in the United States, they The God they believe in should be a black man, not an old white man with red hair. It would be more interesting if they denied it, either denying all the efforts of modern biology, or denying the God they believe in, regardless of Nothing can prove that those guys are a superior race. Your people are no longer slaves in ninety years. You don’t need to be too respectful to me. As for those magics, I believe it because I have seen it before."

Sarah couldn't help but froze for two seconds after hearing Aldridge's remarks, her eyes were a little red, she turned her face to the other side, looked at the scenery outside the window and whispered, "Thank you."

And here, Aldridge saw Sara's expression, and he knew that his goal was achieved. Now the female student was willing to tell him all the secrets. In human society, his disguised identity was an MIT A professor of history at the university and a member of the U.S. Congress. Of course, most people don’t know his second identity. Five days ago, a bizarre murder case was reported in Salem, which was originally peaceful. A woman died in Returning to the place where he was burned, there were no scars on the surface of the body, but the internal organs were completely burned. Uriel was sure that this was the work of the devil, but he was not sure of the level of the devil, so he asked Aldridge to investigate in person and sent out The Winter Lake Team assisted in the investigation.

Later, during a chat with college colleagues, he heard that a student always dreamed of the woman who was burned to death, and claimed that it was related to magic, and that student was Sarah Hall.

In fact, Aldridge didn't care much about this place at first. After all, two hundred and fifty years had passed since the Salem incident, and even if there were demons, he didn't bother to care about them as long as they didn't hinder Seele. But unexpectedly, Lord Garance He was very concerned about that place and ordered him to give him first-hand information if anything happened. And after that, it’s now.

The car stopped next to a forest. The two of them had arrived at their destination, which was located in the small town of Salem, northeast of Boston. In front of them was the new crime scene, the Witch Museum.

I have to say that this place has not changed at all from when Al came here more than ten years ago, and it still retains the atmosphere of a typical American small town. The old mahogany tavern, brick and wood buildings, dark iron fences, and neat lawns are distributed on both sides of the street. Of course, what Aldridge misses the most is the ever-changing weather here, as if he was cursed by a witch. The sky one minute ago It was still sunny, but now it has become overcast with clouds and it is starting to rain lightly.

Aldridge looked up at the gray-black sky, took out two umbrellas from the car, and handed one to Sara. Aldridge swore to the umbrellas that if the rain was caused by a witch, he would definitely take it all away. He stood naked on the pyramid and shouted the words "I love witches", but unfortunately, according to his investigation, the only witch in the town was burned to death by his father-in-law 250 years ago.

A long cordon surrounded the museum, and the forty-year-old Sheriff O'Brien was still carefully recording the clues at the crime scene. The body was taken for autopsy five days ago, and the results were also surprising. In addition to the bizarre The death was an unjust death. The female corpse was completely naked, but there were no traces of being fucked by a strong woman. There was no external trauma to the body, but all functions stopped at the same time. It stands to reason that after the brain dies, the body can still survive for a period of time, but the results of the corpse According to the medical examiner, it was as if his soul had been ripped away by a terrifying entity, and all vitality ceased in an instant.

Of course O'Brien didn't believe it. Although Salem was civilized by witches, everyone knew that it was just the result of human nature being exposed to religion and rights. And even if they were witches, why did they wait until so many years later to reappear? Everything points to When he arrived at the crime scene, O'Brien couldn't let go of any tiny details. Maybe an ordinary piece of glass shard was the key to the case.

"No, sir, you can't go in, this place has been cordoned off," the police officer's loud warning outside interrupted O'Brien's thoughts. He lifted his belt, gripped the gun on his crotch, and looked majestic. Head outside.

"Can't you see the police cordon outside, sir?" O'Brien looked at the man and woman in front of him. The man was wearing an elegant suit, with styles and accessories he had never seen before. The woman was a black man, wearing mountaineering clothes and short-sleeved shirts. Dressed like a young man, without the slightest bit of ladylike temperament, a white man and a lowly black man, this combination seemed extremely strange to him.

"Listen to me..." O'Brien pointed at Aldridge, but before he could finish speaking, Aldridge handed over a document.

"An order from the National Security Agency, I don't care if you are the Sheriff or anything, I have to go in today, and all of you here must keep this incident secret, any leaker will be charged with treason, secret Transfer to the same prison and spend the rest of your time there, now, does anyone have anything to say?”

Aldridge looked around. He was confident because the document was authentically issued by the National Security Bureau. No matter how many times the police chief read it, it was the same. He not only silently lamented the benefits of connections and power.

"No... no problem, sir," O'Brien said, sweating, "But she, this black man, she can't..."

"She was with me." Aldridge stood in front of O'Brien and stared directly at him. "Can I think that you are blocking the work of the National Security Agency?"

"No, no, no, of course not, sir, you are free to enter." O'Brien lowered his head to make way for Aldridge, then pulled the brim of his hat and quickly ordered his police officers to leave without even taking an umbrella.

"You are from NSA. I thought you were just a professor." Sarah said in surprise at the entrance of the museum.

"No, I'm not, it's just a little trick," Aldridge vehemently denied, "There is no NSA at all. The full name of that department is no such agency. There is no such department. Understand, it's all just pranks."

"real"

"Of course," Aldridge said with certainty.