The vest magic changes the earth

They entered the duty room together.

Detective Twen picked up the walkie-talkie behind him and muttered something, as if he was dispatching the police force.Allen had no attention to pay attention to him at all.All his mind was attracted by the buzzing sound beside his ears.

The voice in his ear was getting louder and denser, like many people whispering in his ear, the number of people was increasing, and the voice was getting louder.

Fat Cat was standing guard at the door, and no one noticed his abnormality.

Allen felt some kind of pain spreading from his head, making him want to pry his skull open.He pressed his head and plugged his ears with his thumbs, trying to block out the sounds.

It was useless, the voice buzzed and echoed in his ears, but it became clearer.

Allen thought with his remaining rationality, I have to find a way.

According to common sense, especially starting from the profession of detective, he can only find a way to deal with it if he finds a way to obtain more information. What's more, doing something is better than doing nothing.

He decided to hold his breath to pick out the voices echoing in his head.

If Allen knew enough about mystery and evil gods, and even took what Randolph once said as a standard, then he would never make such a decision.

For this polluted world, information and curiosity are the greatest dangers, and ignorance is happiness.

Someone once described it this way: "We live on an island called ignorance surrounded by a sea of ​​​​darkness, but this definitely does not mean that we should set sail and explore unknown areas." (Note)

For this world, science and reason are our isolated islands, which we use to restrain ourselves and hide the truth, so as to protect our fragile and vulnerable sanity.At this time, rationality is the most important thing, and listening is dangerous. No one knows that after you know the new knowledge, you will be a magic horse.

But Alan was just an ordinary detective worrying about his livelihood a month ago. He hadn't tasted the real despair and gloom, and he didn't have the awareness.

He chose to listen carefully and discern.

A group of people were making noise, all intermittently, like a radio station with a bad signal, but a man's voice was more obvious.A little hoarse, with a very strange accent, um, not like the current English, with a little Dutch accent.he thinks.

After careful identification, his head didn't seem to hurt so much, and he seemed to feel much better.

What is he saying?

"That's destruction...resistance...

Go... Simmons... go take it.

"Don't be afraid of it...it's destiny...

accept it..."

Accept what?Allen thought in a daze, Simmons?Is this calling me, sir, who are you?

"do you accept......"

Allen felt severe pain in the palm of his left hand, and vaguely heard the fat cat's loud cry.

His hearing seemed to become very good in an instant, standing on the top of the entire New York City, overlooking everything below.He heard monsters squirming in the distance in the darkness, and he heard someone yelling in terror.

The most frightening thing was the malicious gaze projected from the sky above his head.

The voice was still babbling in his ear, "To save... the hopeless

Do you accept......"

What if I accept?he asks.

"Power...you will pay the price, have the power to struggle."

Then I accept!Shut up!It's so loud!Allen couldn't help yelling.

It was as if something silently broke in his soul, and something was poured in.Allen felt that there was something different about him, and he couldn't describe it after savoring it carefully.

In an instant, his brain cleared up, his voice receded like a tide, and he returned to reality.

The fat cat was biting his left hand in its mouth and calling his name vaguely. Seeing him wake up, the fat cat raised its head in horror and asked, "What did you hear? Who did you talk to? What did you promise?"

Allen didn't answer his question, but just raised his hand and shook it, hissed, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Am I a cat scratcher? Garfield."

"It's Arthur!" The fat cat subconsciously growled, and then said: "Don't change the subject! What did you promise just now?! Do you know that this is..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Allen stood up and interrupted him, took advantage of his height to hug the fat cat, and covered its mouth, "We are in trouble too."

"What?" Fat Cat was taken aback, "Randolph is still blocking the outside, I didn't hear anything."

Allen made a quiet gesture to him.

Immediately afterwards, the fat cat moved its ears, and it heard the sound of approaching footsteps in the distance.

For a moment, it looked up at Allen in horror.

Little detective Alan Simmons smiled at him indifferently.

At the same time, Lu Yi, who was manipulating the cards, also frantically called out the system in his mind, "What's going on? Why can Allen..."

The system was silent for a while before replying: "The trajectory of fate has changed."

"Tell me in detail."

"I can't peek into the content of fate, but I can see its trajectory. Its trajectory is shifted."

"why?"

"because of you."

"Me?" Lu Yi was extremely at a loss, "But I don't know what happened."

"Maybe it's not in the current destiny." The system replied.

What the hell, Lu Yi still didn't understand.

Now is not the time for him to struggle with this. Fat Cat and Alan are in a big crisis, and Randolph is in a battle group.Currently the most useful battle card, Xin Tinghou, is still guarding the picture frame, unable to do his best.

The fat cat's back was arched, its tail was raised, its fur blown into a fluffy ball, and it let out a hoarse growl.

Sergeant Trey loaded his gun and assumed an alert posture.

The things in that darkness finally showed their true colors.

——It was a mass of moving rotten flesh, without skin, it presented an irregular pool, its blood vessels were exposed on the surface, connected with rotting flesh, blood vessels criss-crossed, white eyeballs grew where they intersected, With the movement of this thing, it spins around.

As it squirmed forward, black and red pus flowed down its surface, leaving traces of corrosion along the way.

Just looking at this thing is enough to cause mental pollution and make people sick, and more importantly, this thing looks like it can fight.

It looked really squirming, but it was actually moving very fast, and it was already close to them in the blink of an eye.

The fat cat growled: "It's coming! Didn't you accept something? Think of a way!"

"Aren't you a mysterious creature?" Allen asked back.

"I'm not good at fighting! Otherwise, what else would I do with you!"

"what?!"

Alan and Fat Cat looked at each other.

"You two, stop arguing, this has no effect on the current situation."

Officer Trey said that at the same time he fired, the bullet entered the monster's body and was swallowed, and the mud cow entered the sea, which only slowed its forward speed a little.

The monster squirmed a few more times, and its body squeezed out the bullet casing with a pile of black-red liquid. The bullet casing fell to the ground, bounced with a crisp sound, and rolled into the corner;

The pupils of Fat Cat's eyes narrowed sharply, turning into a thin line. His eyes shone like golden amber, and rows of mysterious and complicated symbols slid through his eyes.

The fat cat stared at the monster, and suddenly shouted: "I saw it! I know it!"