Chapter 11

Fire.

Blood.

Smoke.

The body.

A downpour of rain.

Hysterical lightning.

Piercing cold, suffocating fever, severe headache, fainting again and again, convulsion.

Who is holding himself?

The familiar face?

Lightning flashed across the sky, bringing sudden light.

Little face blue with cold, young gorkin's face.

He hugged himself tightly, shivering all over, whispering something in a frightened, frightened voice.

In the dream, thunder and lightning flashed, and a choking black shadow shrouded him. From the depths of his soul and from every corner of his body, Joe's throat "clucked" and his body convulsed violently.

Then Joe woke up from a confused, fragmented dream.

In a cold sweat, Joe opened his eyes blankly and looked around.

It was a huge room, one Joe knew so well.

A comfortable four poster bed was in the corner of the room, and Joe was lying in a thick bed of brocade, silk, and velvet, which made up the main body of the bed. He lay on the bed as if he were lying in the clouds, and his whole body was light.

Spacious room, messy, full of all kinds of young people like fun.

Ivory handled flint rifles, antique swords and sabers, dozens of rifles and nearly a hundred swords were piled up on benches made of ebony.

What makes people suffocate is that in the middle of these swords and cherts, there is an 800 millimetre caliber "Thor" cannon shell without charge!

More than a dozen sets of armor, which can be called works of art, lie askew on the ground. Some of them are decorated with the feathers of precious birds such as paradise bird, paradise bird, sun bird and rainbow bird.

Dozens of gorgeous dresses were scattered all over the floor. These dresses were all made of high-grade silk and brocade, and the buttons were inlaid with gold, silver, pearls and precious stones.

In the middle of the house is a gorgeous open screen white peacock specimen. In the other corner of the room, there is a billiard table, echoing the diagonal sofas and two rows of wine cabinets.

On the four walls of the room, there are dozens of large animal head specimens.

The heads of these beasts opened their mouths, and their sharp fangs were covered with thick gold.

Joe opened his eyes, staring at the messy, but comfortable and safe room. Yeah, this is his bedroom. He's in a coma. He's home.

Shaking his head hard, Joe recalled the scene of his dream. Then there was a dizziness.

It's still fire, it's still blood, it's smoke and bodies.

Joe shook his head hard. He had never had the dream before. And this dream, unexpectedly and last night's cruel scene, chaotic fusion into one.

In the dream, how could there be gorkin?

And it's gorkin in his childhood. Where is he crouching in his arms?

Countless thoughts were quickly dispelled by a strong nausea, and Joe suddenly woke up, he killed. He killed people last night. What's more, the method of killing people is so cruel and terrible, just like the devil in the legend.

I don't want to mention the black figure who escaped.

Joe saw and remembered clearly that the butcher was smashed by his own blow.

The blow beyond the limit, that covered the whole alley of flesh and blood. And then there are the policemen who have been brutally killed, his colleagues!

The Adam's apple twitched violently up and down. Joe jumped up and down. He broke open the small table beside the bed. Several ivory and crystal water pipes on the table suddenly fell to the ground.

He kicked off a fine gold opera mask, stepped on a silver sugar jar, nearly fell, swayed through a few yards of ivory on the display shelf, and headed into the bathroom.

He pulled the lid off the toilet, nearly stuffed his head into the toilet, and Joe vomited violently.

His bowels were tumbling, his gall was vomiting, Joe was vomiting violently, the bathroom was smelling, and his earthshaking vomit was coming out of the open door.

A few girls in black and white, fine linen material maid skirt into the room, light hands and feet busy.

In the room where there were only two candles, the thick velvet curtain was pulled open, and the lazy sunshine came into the room through the French windows in the afternoon. The disordered room was bright.

A tall, thin, long black hair with a high bun, wearing a simple black long skirt, temperament is quite elegant middle-aged woman followed the maid came in.

The middle-aged woman is quite beautiful and well maintained. There is no wrinkle on her white face. In the sun, her face and long palms are shining like pearls.

Standing next to the hapless white peacock, she asked anxiously, "Joe? Are you ok? Oh, the merciful muteste... "Joe raised his head, slammed the lid on the toilet and pressed the flush button.

He went to the washstand, turned on the cold tap, took a cup of water from his cup, and rinsed his mouth forcefully.

Without looking back, he said in a loud voice, "Mom, I'm ok. Ah, the kind muteste is on. I don't even have a small hole in me."

Yesterday, Joe put the cold water on his face Are Tiffany and Wilma OK? Don't worry about me, TIMA. How about it

Middle aged woman, Jo's mother, Leah, put her hands on her chest and breathed a heavy breath. She said softly, "the whole family is safe, Joe. It's just you. It's so worrying for us. You've been sleeping all night and all morning! "

In a low voice of praise to the kind muteste, Leah scowled and exclaimed, "Joe, I'm so sorry that I didn't agree to let you go to the school of justice; I shouldn't, let you join the police."

"The merciful muteste, you know, yesterday port Toulon..." Liya slightly tilted her head and began to talk about it. Leah has a lot of friends in port Toulon, so she's definitely one of the best informed.

Last night, port Tulun suffered heavy damage.

The houses of more than 2000 families were destroyed by gunfire near the new Pier No.3. The town hall of port Tulun did not release the number of casualties, but well-informed sources claimed that at least nearly 1000 ordinary citizens were injured or killed last night.

Fortunately, it happened to be the night of mid autumn, many of the houses were empty, otherwise the casualties would be even more serious.

Apart from the civilians, 129 mounted policemen were killed and more than 200 were slightly injured. What is more tragic is that the ordinary police in port Tulun are far less capable than the mounted police. Last night, 383 people were killed on duty, and the number of wounded was even more amazing.

The garrison at TURUN port and the naval fleet stationed in TURUN port responded promptly. The two armies dispatched in an emergency, effectively deterring the enemy. Those who attacked wantonly were defeated by the army, which did not cause more losses.

Joe approached the crystal mirror and looked at the round face in the mirror.

Black short hair, round and soft face, slightly sunken eyes, two black eyes are quite smart.

Leia was still complaining. When Joe closed his eyes and opened them again, the magic circle composed of three circles of six pointed stars appeared again in his pupil.

His pupils were a little crimson, and Joe looked at his face in the mirror.

"Hello, Joe."

"Hello, scarlet."

"So, am I, Joe, or am I actually scarlet?"

"There is no doubt that we are one and the same. So, what am I? "

"Scarlet, what is it?"

In the brain, bursts of pain hit, Joe quickly let go of this problem.

When the pain in his head disappeared, Joe looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly, "this question is too profound for me to discuss now. Well, in the future, this is the wisest choice. "

Taking a handful of cold water and wiping his face again, Joe straightened up and looked straight into the mirror.

"Well, let me see. I should have heard from gorkin and Tifa. No, not just them, but even VIMA said something in front of me

"Sea of strength, sea of energy, sea of spirit."

"The endless sea of Dirac."

"The root of everything, the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind Three seas and seven meridians cultivation method. "

In Joe's pupil, the magic circle of three circles and six pointed stars began to rotate. He looked down at his tall, fat body.

"Because of the constitution, my family has concealed the way of strength from me? Well, I'm afraid I'll hurt myself by trying to do something wrong? "

"This body, at a very young age, was severely traumatized."

"Before, I didn't care about power. At that time, I was satisfied as long as I had enough golden marks in my pocket."

"Well, I can't think much about it."

Another headache came, and Joe stopped digging into his condition.

Just then, on the crystal mirror in front of him, a thin layer of water vapor suddenly appeared.

Joe looked down at the hot tap in the sink.

He didn't turn on the hot water tap, so how could there be steam in the bathroom?

He took a step back, and the six pointed star in his pupil rotated a little faster. His heart was beating vigorously, and waves of heat were spreading from his chest to his whole body.

A strange creature, about a foot high, appeared quietly in the dim mirror.

This guy's body is a bit like a elongated seahorse.

His head, on the other hand, was a little like a little bald old man with a sad face.

He had no feet, and his seahorse tail curled up and swung easily. He has two short arms. He is carrying a small pipe, smoking "Bata Ba Da" and constantly emitting a small ring of smoke from the pipe."Hello, Joe. Or, Hello, scarlet. "

"For the first time, introduce yourself. You can call me Laplacian."

"Or you can call me omniscient."

"Of course, I know everything, but I'm not omnipotent."

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