Chapter 10 chapter Ten

John woke up on the floor to find Tormont squatting beside him, Rhys looking down at him. What about the dark-haired woman?He trembled and wanted to sit up, but a pair of big hands held him down heavily. "Calm down, little guy." Tormont said. John turned his head to look around, looking for her whereabouts, and looked nervously at the door.The moment I saw her, every neuron in the brain started to fire, and the white light reappeared.He started shaking and fell heavily to the floor. "Damn, he's having another seizure." Tormont cursed under his breath, leaning over to suppress his spasms.

Feeling as if he was about to suffocate, John threw out his arms blindly, trying to reach out to the dark-haired woman, trying to grab her. "What do you want, child?" Tormont's voice rose and fell overhead, like a jammed broadcast, "We'll bring it to you..." that woman... "Li Lan, go to him," Reiss said suddenly, "grab his hand." The brunette came forward.The moment the palms of the two touched, everything returned to the darkness again. When he woke up again, Tormont was saying: "...Be sure to send him to Havers. Hey, kid, you're awake again."

John stood up, his head floating in the water.He covered his face with his hands, as if it would help him stay awake.He then looked towards the door, where did she go?He just... he didn't know what he did.But something must have happened, something about her... John sighed anxiously. "She's gone, kid," Reese began. "We've got to keep you two apart until we figure out how to fix this." John looked at Tormont and gestured slowly, and Tormont helped him translate: "John said he had to take care of her." Reese smiled faintly: "I think, I have taken over the job. She is my partner, mine, your queen."

For some reason, upon hearing this news, John felt relieved, and his sense of balance was gradually restored.After fifteen minutes, he finally stood up. Reese stared at Tormont undisguisedly, his eyes behind the lens were sharp: "I want to talk to you about arranging tactics, so you must stay here. But Ferry will go to the clinic tonight, why don't you let him take This kid is over." Tormont hesitated a little. He looked at John and said, "Do you think it's okay, kid? My brother is a 100% nice guy." John nodded.He'd dropped to the floor a few times, like he'd just finished smoking a big hookah, and got into a lot of trouble.After this accident, he didn't want to cause any more trouble.

God, what the hell is going on with that woman?When she wasn't here, he couldn't remember anything important, not even her face, like short-term amnesia. "I'll take you to my brother's room." John took Tormont's arm, gestured for a while, and then looked at Reese. Tormont laughed: "John said, it's an honor to meet you." "Son, I'm glad to see you, too." The king sat back behind the table, "And, Thor, call Vichos when you come back." "no problem." Mr. O kicked Mr. U's Ford so hard that his boot left a muddy footprint on the fender.

The damned car was parked at some unremarkable intersection on Route 14, about forty kilometers out of town. He sat in front of Mr. U's computer and spent an hour searching for the car. For some strange reason, the signal of the tracking system was blocked.When the damn feedback blue dot finally appeared on the screen, showing that the vehicle was moving at high speed, Mr. O suddenly found that there was nothing he could do.If there was a backup, he could just leave the guy sitting in front of the computer and drive the truck to track it down.But Mr. U is hunting in the city, if he or other secondary people are forcibly pulled back from the hunting patrol, it will probably cause quite a commotion.

Moreover, Mr. O is already in trouble, his cell phone has rang at least eight hundred times.Since the first ringing of the bell twenty minutes ago, the phone calls have continued.He pulled the Nokia out of his leather jacket.It shows that the calling number cannot be traced.It could be Mr. U's call, or worse, Mr. X's. The torture center was burned, and word must have spread fast. The ringing of the phone finally stopped, and Mr. O immediately dialed Mr. U's number.As soon as the other party answered, Mr. O immediately asked, "You are looking for me?" "God, what happened over there? Mr. X says the place's gone."

"I don't know, what's the matter?" "But aren't you over there? You said you were going there." "You told Mr. X?" "Well, and, listen to me, be careful yourself. The chief secondary is very angry with you and is looking for you everywhere." Mr. O leaned against the cold car body.hell.He didn't have time for the chief secondary.His "wife" had left him for some distant place, maybe still breathing, maybe buried in the ground.No matter what her situation is now, he will take her back.Next, he'd find the Scarface fraternity fighter who stole her, and pin that ugly face to the ground.

"Mr. O, are you listening?" Hell... Maybe he should have faked the scene first, making it look like he died in the fire after the explosion too.He could have left the truck at the scene and walked through the woods.That's right, but what's next?He had no money, no car, and no support to go after the scarred frat fighter.He will become a secondary person deserter, which also means that if someone discovers his escape behavior, he will be hunted down by the entire secondary person community until he dies like a lost dog. "Mr. O?" "Honestly, I don't know what happened. When I got there, it was just a pile of ashes."

"Mr. X thinks you burned the place." "Of course he would. It would be easy for him to make such a slanderous assumption. But I have no motive at all. Listen. I'll call you later." He closed the phone cover and tucked it into his jacket.Then took it out again and turned off the machine. He rubbed his face, but there was no feeling on his face at all, and of course it wasn't just because of the cold. God, he's in a quagmire now. Mr. X must find a scapegoat for the pile of ashes, and that person is naturally Mr. O.If he was not executed on the spot, then what awaited him would be a more severe punishment.God knows, the last time he was punished by Omega, he almost didn't survive.Damn... what other choice did he have?

When he thought of a solution, his body trembled with fright, but the part of his heart that was in charge of strategy was rejoicing. The first step is to find ways to gain access to the society's secret scrolls before Mr. X finds him.In other words, he needs a network cable, so he still has to go back to Mr. U's residence. John left Reese's study and followed Tormont to the corridor on the left.There is a door every nine meters, and there is a balcony on the opposite side.This design is very similar to a hotel, and I don't know how many people live here. Tormont stopped before a door.He knocked on the door and heard no response, so he knocked again and called out, "Ferry, brother, are you free?" "Are you looking for me?" A deep voice came from behind the two of them. A vampire man with dazzling long hair came from the other end of the corridor. His hair was of a strange color and hung behind his head like waves.He smiled first at John, then at Tormont. "Hey, my brother," Tormont greeted, and then switched to the ancient language.Another man opened the door. John looked around the bedroom. A huge antique bed with vertical curtains was placed in the center. Under the beautifully carved headboard was a neat row of pillows.There is also a huge pile of extremely luxuriously decorated furniture.The room smelled like a Starbucks coffee shop. The man with long colorful hair smiled and lowered his head, and said in English, "John, this is Ferry. I think we are all going to the doctor tonight." Tormont put his hand on John's shoulder: "So, see you later, okay? You have my number, if you want anything, just text me." John nodded, watching Tormont stride away.Watching the broad shoulders fade away, he felt lonely. He watched until Ferry urged calmly: "Don't worry, he's never going far, and I'll take care of you." John looked up to meet those warm yellow eyes.Oh... like the color of a canary.He only felt a burst of relief in his heart, repeating the name over and over again.Ferry... he's the frat fighter who's going to teach. Good, thought John. "Come in. I just got back from a small mission." The smell of coffee and smoke intensified as John approached the door. "Have you been to Havers before?" John shook his head, found an armchair by the window, walked over and sat down. "Oh, don't worry, we'll make sure you get treatment today. I guess they might want to help you find your blood relationship." John nodded.Tormont said the clinic would draw blood and do a physical.Given the fainting and chills that had just occurred in Reese's study, both tests might have been a good idea. He took out his notebook and wrote, "Why did you go to the doctor?" Ferry leaned over and looked at what was written.With a slight movement of the tall body, the huge riding boot stepped on the edge of the chair.He lifted part of the leather trousers, and John bent over to look. Oh my god... his lower leg is made of a set of metal joints and posts. John stretched out his hand, feeling the coldness of the gleaming metal, and raised his head again.He didn't even realize he was touching his throat until Ferry laughed and said, "Well. I know what it's like to lose a part of your body." John glanced at the prosthetic and nodded. "Want to know how it happened?" John nodded again. Ferry hesitated and explained, "I shot and killed it." The door was pushed open suddenly, and a strong male voice penetrated the entire room: "I want to know..." John turned around to look, and the voice stopped abruptly. He leaned back in his chair in horror. The man standing at the door was covered in scars, and a scratch from top to bottom in the center of his face distorted his facial features.However, it wasn't the scar that made John want to escape from the other party's sight, but the pair of black pupils, which seemed to reflect the dark side of an abandoned house, full of things that could hurt you. More importantly, his trouser legs and left boot were stained with blood. Those eyes narrowed, and fierce eyes fell on John's face, as if a cold shock: "What are you looking at?" Ferry lowered his legs: "Asa..." "I'm asking you a question, brat." John clutched the notepad clumsily, wrote quickly on it, and then flipped it to the people beside him.However, the move appears to have made things worse. The distorted upper lip curled up frivolously, revealing a pair of huge fangs: "Okay, whatever you want, brat." "Stand back, Asa," interjected Ferry. "He can't make a sound, he can't talk." Ferry glanced sideways at the notepad. "He said sorry." John felt stared at and fought the urge to hide behind the chair.But then, the hostility exuded by that guy subsided a bit. "You can't talk at all?" John shook his head. "Okay, I can't read. So we're both trash, you and I." John scribbled in marker and showed Ferry.This made the man with fierce eyes frown: "What did the kid write?" "He said it's okay, he's a good listener. You just talk." The eyes that lost their souls moved away: "There is nothing to say. Now tell me, how to adjust the temperature of the room?" "Ah, twenty-one degrees Celsius." Ferry walked across the room, "The pointer turns here, see?" "I don't seem to be spinning enough." "Also, you have to make sure that the button under the switch has been slid all the way to the right. Otherwise, the pointer will turn, and the heating won't turn on." "Is it... well, and you tell me what is written on it?" Ferry looked down at the square piece of paper: "It's the dose for the injection." "Yeah, what am I going to do?" "Is she sick?" "Not now, but I want you to fill this for me and tell me how to do it. I need to have one ready to use at any time, in case Havers can't come in time." Ferry took the medicine: "Okay." "It's done." Ferry finished drawing the potion with a syringe, and explained the usage concisely.Then, the two talked for a while in the ancient language.Then the scar-faced guy asked, "How long are you going?" "Maybe an hour." "Then do me a favor and throw away the car I brought her back with." "I've lost it." The scar-faced man nodded and left.The door was closed with a "click". Ferry stared at the floor with his hands on his hips and said nothing. Then he went to the table and took what looked like tobacco from a mahogany box on the table.The thumb and forefinger skillfully picked up the hand-rolled cigarette, lit the fire, took a deep breath, swallowed the smoke, and then closed his eyes.When exhaled, the tobacco smell is like a mixture of freshly roasted coffee beans and hot chocolate, luscious and attractive. John's muscles also relaxed.He wondered what it was, obviously not marijuana, but definitely not just tobacco. "Who is he?" John wrote in his notepad, then turned around. "Saddiste, my twin brother." Seeing John's mouth open from ear to ear in surprise, Ferry smiled slightly. "Well, I know, we don't look alike. Or at least not now. Listen to me Say, he gets angry easily, so you'd better keep your distance." Absolutely, John thought to himself. Ferry holstered his shoulders, a pistol on one side and a black-bladed dagger on the other.He went into the walk-in closet and came out in a sheepskin double jacket. He put the hand-rolled cigarette on the silver ashtray beside the bed and said, "Okay, let's go."

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