End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In Brooklyn's Chinatown, Russell drove a police car through the messy streets, feeling that he had come to a small county town, both in terms of architecture and humanities, which were far worse than those in China.

Looking at the advertisement of an old Chinese medicine professional specializing in infertility on the telephone pole, he was silent for a moment, pretending that he was in New York.

The riot last night was over, a farce with no casualties, but ribbons and paper flowers can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, and passers-by who have played are also arguing about whether it was a real dragon or a fake dragon last night.

According to the reliable news from the seven aunts and the eight aunts, the dragon dance turned into a real dragon last night not because the gods appeared, but because the evil aliens used lasers to bring the dragon dance back to life.

Russell was looking for the reporter on the street. No wonder the police officers who were on duty last night judged that all the witnesses were hallucinating from excessive drinking.

Chatting with several informants one by one, Russell saw a memory fragment about the 'dragon'.

A nondescript dragon, the product of the combination of east and west, with six thick thighs, two wings and fleshy wings on its back, a hideous face and horns all over its head, very fierce.

It will also breathe fire!

Because of its body size, it is a heavyweight player in the fat dragon world, so the wings of this fat dragon are purely for decoration, and it can't scream like a pig in mid-air.

Confirming that there was indeed a mysterious incident last night, Russell continued to investigate, and came to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic on the telegraph pole with his face full of black lines.

The wood-decorated floor and walls are covered with Zen incense, which is antique. The room is full of Chinese medicine props, and the medicine cabinet is written with the names of medicines in traditional Chinese characters.

Strangely, when Russell walked into it, he always felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it for a while, he found that the furnishings in the room were too deliberate.

It seems that the owner of the shop is afraid that others will understand, so he placed all kinds of complicated objects related to Chinese medicine, which makes people unclear and highlights that he is very professional.

"Young man, can you speak Chinese?"

An old doctor with a goatee came out of the door curtain, shaking the quill fan in his hand.

"Ancestral skills will last for many years." Feeling weird, Russell couldn't help complaining.

"That's good, because the old man's English level is average."

Your Chinese level is also very average!

Listening to the old doctor's crappy Mandarin in many dialects, Russell felt like he had encountered a liar.

"Please sit down."

The old doctor asked Russell to sit down, and said straight to the point: "The tea will not be served, tell me, are you here to treat infertility, or other intractable diseases?"

Russell shook his head: "Neither, I am in good health, and I am looking for you for..."

"Young man, don't be embarrassed. This old man has practiced medicine for many years, and this pair of recruits has never misjudged anyone."

The old doctor pushed the brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a low voice: "If the old man is not mistaken, your bones are very weak!"

Russell: (?_?)

Give you a chance to reorganize the language!

"Don't be shy, we practice martial arts... Bah, our Chinese medicine practitioners pay attention to seeing, hearing, and questioning. Just like you, the old man can see through it at a glance. The intercourse is not going well, right?"

Russell: (???)

Why are you spouting blood for no reason?

"Don't worry, if the law is not passed on to the wrong person, if the way is not passed on to the six ears, there are only two of us here, this disease... Heaven knows the earth, you know it, I know it, and it will never be passed on.

"

The old doctor stroked his beard with a well-informed look: "You are a young old man who has seen a lot. It is understandable that you are thin-skinned and shy to speak, but some diseases are better treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late to regret."

Russell: (? Benefit?)

A man with a handsome head, an old thief with a gray beard, how dare he bark here?

"Young man, I've heard of Dragon and Tiger...cough cough, have you heard the story of Bian Que and Duke Huan of Cai? Don't be like Duke Huan of Cai who shies away from medical treatment!"

The old doctor spoke earnestly, but suddenly changed the topic: "By the way, what is your income, cash or credit card?"

"First, I'm in good health. Second, I'm not here to see a doctor..."

With that said, Russell took out his police officer ID: "NYPD, I have something to confirm with you."

"Officer, it's none of my business!"

The old doctor jumped up with a swish, took off his coat, and revealed the long-sleeved mandarin jacket inside: "I am the instructor of the martial arts gym in the next street, and I am here to help guard the door. I don't know everything here, especially the one-hundred-dollar knife I have never heard of a Dragon and Tiger Dali Pill."

"..."

Russell silently put away the police officer's card, feeling that his whole body was not well, he dropped down with a telepathy, and flipped through the memory he wanted.

Last night, two strangers broke into the medical hall, and fought here, destroying several Chinese medicine props that supported the scene, and smashed the precious antique "carved wooden window".

The old Chinese doctor was not an eyewitness. According to his memory, Russell found the real eyewitness next door to Tongzilou.

Two faces of the suspected murderer came into Russell's sight, one was the king of bad movies, and the other was Doctor Octopus, both of which were quite familiar faces.

"Not to mention anything else, just based on these two faces, it is definitely the plot of a certain movie."

The corner of Russell's mouth curled up, and he turned and left the Tongzilou.

Thirty seconds later, he returned to the medical center, took a photo of Franklin, bought a new thermos, and took two catties of goji berries with him.

No other meaning, I want to drink some hot tea when it's cold, goji berry improves eyesight and protects the eyes, it just kills two birds with one stone.

"Young man, your disease can't be cured by goji berries, and only by learning martial arts can you strengthen your body. I'll give you a 20% discount... Hey, where are you?"

Holding the faint green banknote, the old doctor rushed out at a brisk pace, but after turning around, Russell disappeared in the corridor.

...

Doctor Octopus is hard to find, but the King of Bad Movies is much easier. Russell drove the police car to a corner where no one was around, waved out the death knell armor, and enchanted it with the left of the throne.

Russell had seen the face of the King of Bad Movies at the New York Police Headquarters. He entered the internal passage to dig out his files, let Deathstroke Armor scan the facial features in the photos, and inquired about New York's large and small surveillance cameras.

"Speaking of which, wouldn't he find it strange that the king of bad movies reappeared again and again?"

Russell murmured, bought an authentic fried rice on the street, and waited for the death knell armor to collect clues.

Before the fried rice was eaten, the Deathstroke Armor found the target person.

Balthazar!

A European immigrant who runs an antique store called "Mystery House" in New York disappeared for no reason ten years ago and reappeared recently.

Because he has been missing for too long, the antique shop was repossessed by the owner, and now it has become a mobile phone store. Balthazar himself has no fixed place of residence.

Russell checked the information collected by the Deathstroke Armor, pointed to the young man who appeared at the same time as Balthazar, and looked for information about him.

This time soon, the young man's name was David, a student of the City University of New York, with excellent grades, a genius student in the Department of Physics, with two patents in hand, and a special laboratory prepared by the school for him.

"The City University of New York again..."

Russell frowned, remembering that the Terry he met because of the time loop belonged to this university, the difference was that Terry was in the Brooklyn campus.

Both plots are directly related to the City University of New York. He decides to visit someday, and maybe he can meet the protagonists in other plots.

David is a student with a simple life. He has a nerd character design, and his life is basically three points and one line, dormitory, teaching building, and laboratory.

One-handed dog!

Unable to find Balthazar, Russell decided to start with David. He called the school and learned that David was not on leave and there was no one in the dormitory, so he drove straight to his private laboratory.

David's research project is too risky. The school is far away from the urban area, and it is looking for an abandoned parking lot for it. It is located underground. Before the urban transportation system is repaired, it will be used to park the urban subway.

Russell drove to it, and telepathically scanned it, and found that there was a residual atmosphere of magic power inside. He immediately raised his brows and showed an interested smile.

After killers, aliens, future people, robots, and mutant creatures, New York, which is busy with business, has added a new resident—the magician.

Bang bang bang!

Russell knocked on the iron door, but after a while, David with a silly and naive face pushed the door open, wondering, "Who are you looking for? If you take the subway, this place has been abandoned."

"No, I'm looking for you."

Russell showed his police officer ID: "Student David, I want to check with you about the riots in Brooklyn's Chinatown last night."

"Officer, officer, I don't know anything."

Seeing the police officer's card, David immediately averted his eyes and couldn't speak clearly.

"Very well, your performance proves that you know a lot."

Russell said something that made David look miserable, pushed him away, strode into the laboratory, and looked in the direction of the source of magic power.

The empty and abandoned underground parking lot has undergone a simple transformation. In addition to the warehouse where sundries and materials are piled up, the largest open space is erected with electromagnetic coils and other experimental instruments.

Russell looked at the circular magic circle on the ground, and joked, "Student David, I went to school to find you, and I was told that you had taken a long vacation. Why, instead of studying science, you are now studying magic?"

"It's not magic, it's just a joke."

David smiled mischievously, at a loss as to what to say, he wiped the cold sweat off his brow: "Officer, what's your name?"

"My name is Russell, and I'm currently in charge of investigating the mysterious gang in Chinatown." Russell stared at David, emphasizing the 'mysterious gang'.

"Ha, ha, ha... Officer, your name is so familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere." David was sweating more and more, and it was too much to wipe off.

"My name is not important, the key is your performance, it is too suspicious. Witnesses said that you appeared in Chinatown last night, and there was a man with long hair and a black bowler hat to cover up his bad hairline, saying Tell me, what are you doing there?"

Russell tried telepathy to watch David's memory, but he was unsuccessful. It's not that David is superior, this guy is just a rookie, but he has an inexplicable power blessing, which should be from other mages.

"Can this tm be found?" David was dumbfounded, and subconsciously swears.

"Boy, don't underestimate the police."

Russell snorted coldly: "I also found out that the man with you is named Bathazar. He has been missing for ten years and has not heard from him. He suddenly appeared recently."

I'm so crazy!

David was in a meeting with dung in his heart, facing Russell's righteous eyes, he couldn't find a reasonable excuse, and panicked a lot.