Human dimension reduction

After Qiao Zhou dealt with Tao Bosheng, he returned to his ward. The puppet with a blood-red smiling face was lying silently on the bedside table. Qiao Zhou picked it up and shook it twice, but the puppet still didn't respond at all.

The intermittent power outages are back.

Qiao Zhou stuffed it into his trouser pocket, walked to the window, and closed the curtain tightly. The sunset outside was so red that his eyes were hot, and the glass was blocked by the blackout curtain in the next second.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the sky is full of murder and arson. Although the moon is not dark and the wind is not high, the almanac of the mobile phone shows that today is a good time to travel, make an alliance, and make a deal.

The bald eagle, which has a 24-hour time difference with China, is now at dawn, and most of the streets are still in silence. There are few pedestrians on the empty streets in the early morning, and the sanitation workers and patrolmen walk away from the [-]-hour convenience store with sleepy looks. Come out, in a country so liberal and democratic that the crime rate is so high, few people will wander around alone at this time.

In the thin mist, a man dressed in overly retro and elegant clothes slowly came out from the end of the street. His appearance was a bit abrupt, as if he had suddenly fallen from the sky. He had black curly hair and deep and classic features. He walked forward along the street. The posture is relaxed and calm.

A potbellied police officer with his police cap under his arm, a cup of coffee and a steaming hot dog in his hand, pushed open the glass door of the convenience store with his elbow and squeezed out. She turned her body sideways and narrowly passed him, and even reached out her hand to gently hold the coffee that was about to spill from the police officer's hand.

"Be careful, Mr. Inspector."

The voice coming into the ear is a little hoarse, and the pronunciation is a bit strange, which is not the same as the usual way of phrasing today. Although there is no problem in understanding, it sounds weird.

Which drama madman obsessed with classical literature ran out of school?

The police officer secretly slandered in his heart. Even though the words actually sounded inexplicably charming, he still subconsciously vented his anger for working overtime all night.

Before he could say anything, the man politely took a step aside and walked past him, the officer just in time to catch a glimpse of the tiny galaxies of light at the end of his hem... Hell, it couldn't be a real diamond, could it? !

The 200-pound fat police officer held a cup of coffee and turned to look at the man who bumped into him. The back of the man in his sight was tall and slender. There are really not many men with long curly hair in this era, not to mention that he was still wearing only Clothes that can only be seen in museums, wait, why does this back look so familiar——

He racked his brains to find out where he had read the relevant content. The complicated daily affairs slipped through his mind one by one, and his brain almost made a substantive creaking sound from being tortured by overtime and staying up late and caffeine. An incomplete fragment was dug out from the garbage dump in the corner.

The camera shaken by the strong wind, the collapsed palace tower, the young king with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a crown, and the black-haired and blue-eyed man following behind him...

"Damn it!" A burst of scorching pain brought back his rationality, and he jumped to his feet to look down, only to realize that all the hot coffee in his hand had been dedicated to the blue police uniform shirt.

He hurriedly threw away the cup that was in the way, ignoring his coffee-soaked clothes, and rushed to the police car parked on the other side of the street in twos and twos, shaking his partner awake: "He has appeared! The one that was called to our attention above —God, where is he going? That's the direction of the White House!"

Since Stuart's appearance in the Metropolitan Museum, the Bald Eagle government has started to search for his traces. The military and police systems have been notified to report when they see similar people. There are even related comments on the Internet, which pushes people overtly and secretly. They dug three feet to find him, but Qiao Zhou hadn't been here at all during this time, so their search project found nothing.

Unbeknownst to Qiao Zhou, an account certified as a New York University music student released several sheet music. A student named Reeves White published these sheet music and marked the owner of the sheet music as William Stuart. Te, "...I have been waiting in front of the Metropolitan Museum for several days. I am sorry that I did not meet you again. I recorded these scores in a hurry. Please correct me if I am wrong. In addition, my instructor hopes to meet you..."

This tweet was forwarded one after another by professors of the music department of New York University, and then many well-known musicians successively forwarded it. The name of "mysterious musical genius" suddenly became popular on the Internet. Many people claimed to be William Stuart. People from Art appeared on social platforms, proving that he was the man who overwhelmed most of the classical music scene, and also said that his friends and relatives belonged to Stuart. The real and fake Stuarts became a mess online, However, the authentic master who has been confirmed has never appeared.

Although the vague video reappeared in London has spread all over the Internet, and the name of the "Imperial Heresy Arbitration Tribunal" has been known to most people, the names of the specific people in it are still a mystery to the public, and even only a few people know Knowing the book "War of the Roses", more people just follow the government's guidance and live every day in a daze, so they have no idea that this mysterious musical genius and the monster crawling out of the black hole are actually the same person .

Bald Eagle officials have also noticed this frenzy of "Looking for Stuart". They naturally knew of Stuart's identity, but they chose to keep silent. Rather, they hoped that Stuart would come out on his own initiative. Claim this identity so that they can crawl along the network cable to his hiding place.

Unexpectedly, without them staring at the surveillance and the Internet day and night, the person they were looking for was delivered to their door in such a generous manner.

At six o'clock in the morning, when the president was lying on the bed and sound asleep, the phone next to the bed suddenly rang. The snoring president, with his messy blond hair, fumbled to pull down the microphone. Eyes widened with drowsiness and drowsiness: "What?! Take him to my office... Wait, take him to that small meeting room, let the guards pay attention to concealment, and immediately notify my staff team , I'll be there in 10 minutes, hold him steady!"

A group of people stared at the huge display screen in front of them, and involuntarily lowered their breath. The screen showed a luxuriously decorated conference room, without any long tables for conferences. The style was relaxed, and it was obviously used for private meetings. The conference room There was only one person sitting in the room, he was leaning on the sofa quietly, with his hands crossed on his lap, and there was a slight smile on his handsome face, looking particularly harmless.

But no one dared to underestimate him.

William Stuart, the monster who escaped from the London black hole "War of the Roses", one of the members of the Imperial Heresy Arbitration Tribunal, undoubtedly possesses a powerful force, and the video of the ruined London is still being used by military intelligence The department was tossing and turning to study frame by frame. Such a high-risk person suddenly appeared at the gate of the White House, and they couldn't help but feel nervous.

The police officer who reported Stuart's whereabouts to his superiors was brought to the interrogation room immediately, and the best interrogation experts analyzed every move of Stuart. There was no way, there was too little information about this person They had to seize every opportunity to learn more about him.

The invisible cameras around the small conference room are all turned on, and the security personnel with live ammunition are hiding outside the door and under the window, just waiting for an order to pour hot ammunition inside, and a special team with supernatural powers is also guarding not far away. He held his breath and waited intently to flex his muscles.

The black-haired Duke waited patiently. Suddenly, there were three polite knocks on the door. The dark red wooden door opened, and a blond white man in his early 30s in a suit and leather shoes walked in. The unique "elite" label of the bald eagle, the pace is light and steady, the smile is just right, and the blue eyes are shining with sincerity.

"Your Excellency, Duke Stuart, it's an honor to meet you. I'm Anthony Kerry..." The young man carefully considered his words according to the information and suggestions given to him by the intelligence analysis department.

——Show absolute respect, compliment his aristocratic status, and show small mistakes appropriately, which will not make him feel offended, but will allow him to show his generosity...

Anthony rolled these sentences back and forth in his mind, the man in front of him raised his eyelids, he didn't mean to stand up, he just nodded in aloofness and arrogance, and then interrupted his compliment unceremoniously: "I don't intend to waste here A lot of time, because your Excellency the President cherishes his life and is unwilling to appear in front of me, so I will make a long story short."

The president, sitting behind a surveillance screen, was expressionless.

"You have been looking for us, which makes my majesty very distressed. As the president of the arbitration tribunal, I need to follow the law and reject meaningless acts of violence, so I can only come here to remind you that too much spying is harmful to you. It doesn't do any good, especially in this... overly sensitive time."

A sentence came out of the blond young man's headset, and he immediately turned to ask: "When you are sensitive? Is it because of the appearance of a black hole? Although we don't know what your purpose is, we think you don't mind having one more ally? As The most powerful country in the world, our capabilities far exceed the imagination of the arbitral tribunal, and we may lack individual capabilities, but we have thermal weapons, guns, tanks, and even missiles..."

He also wanted to explain the power of missiles to this medieval ancestor. The calm Duke raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

With just one glance, the strong sense of oppression and superior aura made him shut his mouth subconsciously.

"Thank you for the introduction, but the tribunal is not an ignorant baby. I understand what you mean, but now is not the right time."

The turning point of his words made the blond youth cheer up again: "Maybe I can know when is the right time?"

"Chaos, war, and death," Stuart spit out three words softly, and the strong smell of blood came from his soft voice, "Before we divide the power of the new world, we need to clear the most troublesome ones first." Those obstacles."

"The stumbling block you mentioned means..."

"Parliament," Stuart frowned subconsciously when he mentioned the name, "The final parliament, a group of sanctimonious hypocrites."

After monitoring, the intelligence personnel quickly called up the video of the reappearance in London, highlighting the mad doctor and embalmer who fought against the arbitration tribunal.

"In the not-too-distant future, we will have another war, and the arbitral tribunal will use their blood to clear the road ahead. Before that, please be quiet."

It sounded like he was annoyed by the bald eagle army's pursuit, so he showed up to give a warning, but these casual information made the eyes of the people behind the monitoring shine.

war!

The bald eagles who made their fortunes from war are naturally extremely sensitive to this term. War is a huge bonus for them. Money, power, and the right to speak, everything can be obtained through war.

Human wars can still get them so much, if they can intervene in the war between monsters... what can they gain?

Now that there are many black holes in the world, the tribunal and the parliament can obviously enter and exit the black holes without hindrance. If they can obtain those wonderful supernatural powers, the dream of the bald eagle becoming the hegemon of the world is just around the corner, so there is no need to worry about those few days. A United Nations shit stick?

"Is there anything we can do for the arbitral tribunal?" The blond youth asked after being instructed.

The Duke raised his eyebrows, and suddenly showed a cold smile: "Be quiet, that's all you can do. The territory of the council is in the east. Sometimes I envy them. At least the humans in their territory are more sensible."

aha!really!

Hearing these words, President Bald Eagle's eyes lit up, and he knew that the Huaxia people had already connected with the parliament, and he was so sure without seeing the arbitration tribunal!Sure enough, all Chinese people are full of bad water and muffled to make a fortune!

In this case, they must reach a cooperation with the arbitration tribunal, otherwise, wouldn't Huaxia, with the help of the parliament, run ahead of the bald eagle? !This is absolutely intolerable!

"...Where is the battlefield?" Hearing this question, Stuart smiled coldly in his blue eyes, "Where in this world can't be our battlefield?"

The contempt and arrogance in this sentence shocked everyone. They realized that no matter how close to humans in appearance, these monsters coming out of the black hole are absolutely alien. The toy is absolutely condescending.

Dangerous, alien, untrustworthy.

Similar words passed through their minds.

"No, what I mean is, on this issue, maybe we can offer a little suggestion. Asia is actually a very good place, and there are large flat and vast plains in the north..."

"Oh, you want us to avoid your country and sphere of influence." After hearing the beginning, Stuart understood the meaning of his words, and averted his eyes uninterestedly, "What qualifications do you have to ask me request."

"War is a means rather than an end. Only a complete and powerful bald eagle can provide continuous support for the tribunal. The parliament has Huaxia as a helper, and we can help the tribunal stop Huaxia... Please believe us in this matter , we have a lot of experience.”

The spokesman pushed out by the president raised his head.

Unknowingly, the bald eagle, who was trying to reach an equal cooperation with the arbitral tribunal, became eager to help the arbitral tribunal.

The Huaxia he mentioned seemed to make Stuart hesitate for a moment. The black-haired, blue-eyed duke pondered for a moment, slowly turning the scarlet gemstone ring on his little finger, and nodded after a long time: "I hope you can show Show the strength you said."

The people who had initially obtained the admission tickets to the New World showed excited expressions, and the blond youth continued: "In fact, people's understanding of the arbitral tribunal is still very one-sided. It is also beneficial, so..."

Stuart stared at him.

"So...can the arbitral tribunal gradually announce the fact that we are cooperating with us, and we will provide public opinion support for the arbitral tribunal in the future?"

Good guy, this is the official spokesperson for the arbitration tribunal!Appetite is also too big.

The black-haired Duke looked at him with a half-smile for a few seconds, turned his eyes, and paused meaningfully for two seconds on the camera hidden in the ceiling, as if he was looking at the person behind the surveillance, then he stood up and stroked a little. With wrinkled cuffs, he replied politely: "I have already said that safety is what we expect from you. Please don't waste our patience again and again. You are not the final council, so don't learn from their stupid provocative actions."

He stood up, leaned on his chest with one hand, gave a slight salute in the direction of the monitor, and calmly walked out of the crisis-ridden conference room.