Mermaid Reef

The flames distorted the city shrouded in darkness.

Looking out from the window of the hotel, it looks vaguely like a devil with teeth and claws.

David lay on the floor, and he suspected that he had fallen into a deeper hallucination.

The screams from far and near lingered in my ears, the ground was shaking, and the ceiling was also shaking.

The bright street outside the hotel was even more unrecognizable, as if it was shrouded in endless darkness. People kept rushing into the darkness and never came back.

"boom."

A car that got out of control crashed into the gate of the hotel.

The door frame collapsed, and the bricks fell to the ground. David was unlucky, and a piece of broken glass flew over and cut a gash on his forehead.

But he was very lucky, the glass didn't get stuck in his eyes, between his eyebrows...he didn't die on the spot.

The pain finally awakened the distracted will, and David found that the hotel was empty, lying behind an overturned sofa with only his head sticking out.

Most of the broken stones and glass were blocked by the thick sofa, and the only piece that slipped through the net "helped" David regain his sobriety.

David stood up staggeringly, just in time to see someone in the car struggling to climb out.

"Help! Help me!"

The woman's head was covered in blood, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

David found that the front half of the car was buried by rubble, leaving only the people in the back seat alive.

The car door was twisted and deformed, and couldn't be opened at all.

David couldn't understand the woman's Spanish, so he took a mop as a lever and struggled to lift the large bricks that had smashed on the hood of the car, allowing the people inside a little more room to move around.

Seeing the driver's body, the crying in the car became louder.

David's head was buzzing and throbbing with pain. He opened the car door for a long time, and there were suddenly messy sounds and a faint fire from outside.

He alertly hid behind the abandoned car, and at the same time gestured to the woman in the car.

Fortunately, despite the language barrier, they were all aware of the danger.

The woman immediately crawled under the car seat, and David crawled back under the sofa.

The noise was getting closer, and David saw the mob with torches.

Their bodies were stained with blood, they were holding wine bottles, waving wooden sticks and iron bars, and they were drunk.

There are many shops opened by foreigners on this street. They rush in to grab things, but people only have one hand. When they see better things, they don’t want what they are holding in front of them. pulpy.

David became more and more nervous. He wanted to find the wooden compartment in the suitcase, but he was in such a bad state that he could see double images, and he couldn't dial the password of the suitcase buckle for a long time.

Soon, what he feared happened. These thugs were all locals, knew the hotel, and might want to rob the wealthy guests.

They rushed in, pried open the counter, and cheered and divided up the money and banknotes.

At this time, the sound of wooden warehouses came from the street.

Four hours after the earthquake, police finally showed up in Puerto Montt.

There was chaos in the dark night, not only the rioters were shot by bullets, but also those who ran for their lives in panic.

So the people who escaped from the house were forced to return to the narrow room.

Police rescued the woman trapped in the car and David "under the sofa".

"...Is the damage caused by the earthquake large?"

"The hospital is full." The police officer thought that David wanted a doctor to bandage the wound. He said in broken English, "We don't have extra manpower. You must stay here."

"Is there no car leaving Puerto Montt?"

"The aftershocks are not over yet. If you drive out, you will probably end up like this." The police officer glanced at David and pointed to the car embedded in the hotel wall.

David asked eagerly: "Where's the train? And the boats at the port..."

The police officer said impatiently: "A section of the railroad track has collapsed, the train can't move, there are too many people at the pier, and several people have been trampled to death. Sir, I don't recommend you to go there. In the face of the disaster sent by God, no matter who There is no special treatment for people in the country.”

David found that his will was gradually weakening again. He watched the police officer's mouth open and close, but couldn't distinguish the words behind it.

In those crappy pronunciations, there seemed to be another eerie low sound hidden.

He couldn't understand it, but the rhythm was like funeral music.

David stepped back in horror.

The police officer felt that the foreigner was too timid, and he had no time to waste any more, so he left the hotel directly.

The windows were broken and it was very cold in the hotel.

David felt like he was sitting in icy water, without any warmth on his body, he grabbed the suitcase and ran out the door.

"No, it's dangerous outside!" the surviving woman yelled in panic.

David couldn't hear anything. Standing in the street, he felt the breath of darkness and death surrounding him like a tide.

Suddenly he seemed to feel something, and looked up at the opposite roof.

With the help of the fire in the distance, David saw a vague shadow.

It was that English man in nineteenth-century clothes again.

This time David saw the other's face.

Even though the distance was so far, those blue eyes were deeply imprinted on his heart like magic.

David was shaking uncontrollably, his face was blue and unable to breathe, he collapsed to the ground.

"Escape... escape... only 20 hours left..."

David murmured unconsciously, stumbled to his feet, and ran forward quickly.

***

Jason watched silently as David fell and got up again.

Gemil tilted his head and asked, "You don't like that human?"

According to Jason's habit, it should definitely not just "look" and give a hint to escape.

You should go over and talk, or pretend to be an Englishman who is also trapped in the city, and play a night escape game with this human.

"We are investigating the conspiracy of God of Wisdom Thoth!"

Jason seriously emphasized that this is not the time to play games at all!

If the previous speculation is correct, Leviathan is Thoth's accomplice and is responsible for carrying out this plan to swallow the earth.

The successful product responsible for execution, made by Thoth, the god of wisdom, is at their feet at this moment.

According to the time when Thoth left the earth, the conspiracy has been going on for at least 3000 years.

Now no one knows what the process of the plan is like. How deep has this successful test product drilled into the ground?

If the earth's core has been damaged, the planet is basically hopeless. After finishing Leviathan, everyone is ready to pack up the space wanderers!

If the earth's core has not been damaged, then the evil god hiding in the ground cannot be alarmed, lest it finds that there is no way to escape, and demolishes the house and commits suicide.

So Jason will not use his strength casually, and Puerto Montt is not a safe playing field. Who knows what will happen next?

After Jason finished talking about the current situation, he began to explain David's "shortcomings".

"...His willpower is weak, even if he escapes successfully this time, it will be difficult to save his life if he comes into contact with mystery in the future."

What are the basic requirements of an excellent investigator?

Will it shine?

No, it must be reusable!

If it wasn't for this, why would Jason pay anything other than money?Why care about the life and mental state of these investigators?

The value of this reporter named David is too low to have any potential.

The disaster that is about to befall Puerto Montt is unimaginably large, and Jason can't guarantee that a human being can survive such a disaster.

"Besides, what can we entrust him with? Investigate the movements of those secret agencies of the human government? Do we care about this?"

Jason spread his hands.

This incident does not require human investigators at all.

Although the relationship between Leviathan and Thoth, the God of Wisdom, and the full truth of this conspiracy have not yet been ascertained, this is beyond the scope of what humans can "help".Puerto Montt is not a bottomless pit in the Arabiaca Mountains either. Human beings are needed to act as bait in the trap to lure out the evil gods hidden deep in the ground.

So glow ants trapped in the city, run, run as fast as you can.

Jason felt that he was doing the right thing.

"...The point is not these principles, it's that you don't like this human being." Gemil repeated, and said with a playful expression, "If John is here...he's old and doesn't have the energy to take risks for us, according to your The theory just now also belongs to a worthless investigator, but you definitely don’t think so, you will find a way to send him away instead of letting him run away by himself.”

Jason: "..."

Yes.

Thinking about it, I suddenly discovered the difference.

"So why, is it not suitable for your eyes?" Gemil continued to ask.

Jensen is obsessed with human games, and Gemil is very concerned about Jensen's preferences. Anyway, he has nothing to do, and the evil god will come out in 20 hours.

Jason thought about it carefully, and replied, "I don't like his habit of taking medicine whenever he has hallucinations."

Disorientation is a human being's own business, but this human being does not want to face the mystery and the truth, so naturally there is no possibility of communication.

The evil god certainly doesn't like dealing with such a human investigator.

"You said, can he escape from this city?" Jason looked at David's back.

"It's hard to say, it depends on luck."

Gemil thinks that the most wonderful thing in this world is luck.

The weaker the creature, the more affected it will be.

***

"There's an earthquake in Puerto Montt!"

"How strong is it?"

"Maybe around level 5, not particularly powerful..."

Before he finished speaking, the ground shook slightly again, and the lights in the mining area office swayed from side to side.

After about a few seconds, everything went back to normal.

The scarred man picked up the subordinate who reported the letter, and asked with a ferocious expression: "Is this what you said is not powerful?"

"Report to Colonel Stanley, it's an aftershock. This kind of earthquake is always accompanied by some aftershocks..."

"The aftershock is bigger than the one just now?" Scar Stanley asked angrily.

The man stammered: "It may be that the earthquake zone where the aftershock occurred is closer to this mining area."

At this time, the old man sitting in the corner coughed.

Scar Stanley let go of his hand, and asked in a cold tone: "It seems that Professor Moore has other opinions?"

"We can't continue to stay in the mining area." The old man said blankly.

The American secret agency led by Stanley caught several mutant creatures in the mining area, and then found that the ghost radio still works, and there will be small-scale landslides almost every time it is used, but the mutant creatures have been caught and hidden in the What is under the ground?

"We can't go, we have spent so long here... In the end, we didn't get what we wanted, and we attracted the British, the French..."

Stanley gasped angrily.

Professor Moore raised his voice: "Colonel, I believe you have received the information. About 20 days ago, the Soviets suffered heavy losses in Georgia. It is said that the unfortunate incident occurred in the Arabian Mountains. We have not yet learned about it. The specific situation, but there is no doubt that they are also using ghost radio to catch mutant creatures, don't you believe in the firepower of the Soviets? What they can't resist, can we do it?"

This sentence obviously angered Stanley, and he roared like a beast.

"Those stupid bears who only know how to drink? Professor Moore, you are insulting me and my subordinates... Even when they use the ghost radio station, they are imitating America."

After hearing this, Professor Moore cursed in his heart, the ghost radio station is there, anyone can use it, and no one can stop others from using it.

Science, like mystery, is a kind of truth, and truth is something that exists in this world, waiting for human beings to discover it.

——Americans can invent the atomic bomb, but can't scientists from other countries invent nuclear weapons?

At this time, the light bulb suspended by the wire began to swing from side to side again.

Professor Moore looked at the faint morning light outside, his face pale: "The shock is getting stronger every time, this is not an aftershock! We have to leave, otherwise it will be too late."