New Gods of North America

After discovering that the owl brought back something unusual,

Wayne drove his simple-lined car, pulled out a small pistol loaded with demon-hunting bullets, and went to the room where Mr. Ben Harmon was resting to check the situation.

Mr. Ben Harmon was sleeping soundly in his bed, snoring with a smell of alcohol.

There were no strange "outlines" or "lines" seen in the field of vision.

Wayne walked silently to the balcony on the thick carpet and opened the balcony door.

Then quietly move the "lens" of vision to look out.

Everything seemed normal on the balcony, so the "camera" continued to float outwards.

Good fellow,

A large pile of meat, like a group of slugs, formed a small team and stuck to the outer wall of the hotel a little further away, crawling up.

The hotel's exterior walls are dark, and the color of the meat is not light either.

It is not obvious to the naked eye in the night.

However, in the perspective of simple lines, these protruding outlines are very eye-catching when placed on the flat exterior walls.

The pieces of meat that were pupae on the hotel's outer wall were the same as the one the owl had just caught.

From another perspective, it looks like pure "outline" outlines, with no other strange lines.

If they didn't move, they would look no different from ordinary meat.

But it is precisely because these pieces of meat are "grouped" that

So Wayne soon discovered that the place the meat chunks were heading to was not Mr. Ben Harmon's suite.

Hmm...

This distance exceeds the distance the "lens" can move...

Wayne watched the pieces of meat climb onto the same balcony one after another, thought about it, and decided to let Doug go and investigate.

So Doug stood up and understood, then he spoke a command to his owl and pointed to the location.

The round-faced fat chicken reluctantly dropped the piece of meat that was indestructible and flew to the balcony over there.

The piece of meat is about the size of a fist, and its texture looks like pure lean meat. The surface looks a little sticky, but it does not leave mucus on the surface of objects it crawls over.

The speed at which it emerged from the pupa was not too slow, and it looked about the same as a running red-eared slider.

It is slightly tougher than beef and seems to have a "holding shape" property, returning to its original shape quickly when poked.

The reason why Wayne knew it so clearly was that after the owl flew away, he played with the clothesline in the suite.

I didn't dare touch it with my hands, in case it was poisonous.

The owl looked around for a while and then flew back. Doug had a brief "chat" with it.

Then translated to Wayne:

"A very young lady, and there was no one else in the room. But she did not seem to be an intruder, but a resident of the room."

If it was just another Beyonder guest staying at the hotel, there would be no need to worry about it.

But Wayne was a little skeptical about the IQ of that stupid bird:

“If you are the occupant of the room, why would you go through such trouble to get back to the room?

"To check into a hotel, you usually need a recommendation from a local, or something like an invitation. If she checked in using her own identity, then the hotel staff would have seen her a long time ago. What's the point of doing that? Could it be that she just looks like a guest, but is actually not the same person as the real guest?"

Doug was slightly stunned, "Yes! I understand. I'll have the owl keep watching, and I'll go to the front desk to confirm the situation."

"By the way, secretly ask Inesha to come over as well." Wayne said.

…

In another suite of the hotel,

Emma Grossman stood in the bathroom, biting her lower lip and frowning at herself in the mirror.

She had noticed that a carriage parked in the courtyard of the hotel had extraordinary power that she seemed to be able to absorb. She secretly observed for a long time and ran out secretly. She finally "grew taller" a little bit.

When I came back and checked in the bathroom, I found that I had lost another piece of meat.

Could it be that he encountered that annoying wild cat again on the way?

The figure reflected in the mirror is a little girl who looks very well-behaved.

She looked to be about ten years old, with deep blue eyes and shoulder-length light blond hair.

Except for the horrible huge gap on her thin arm, she looked almost like a pretty doll that could be displayed in a shop window.

At this time, the sound of a door opening was heard from the direction of the main door of the suite.

When Emma heard the noise, she immediately activated her extraordinary ability, gave up the lost part, and "completed" her body again.

The "gap" on her arm gradually shrank, but at the same time, her entire "size" also shrank a little.

Then she put her clothes back on, tried in front of the mirror several times, and finally put on a smile that looked innocent and simple.

Then he opened the door and walked out.

"Uncle Damon, you're back."

Damon MacCready wasn't in a very good mood at the moment, but he still tried his best to smile.

As a Beyonder who grew up in the South, he knew that Virginia was, in a sense, a "forbidden zone" for wild Beyonders, but he had no way of refusing this deal.

Emma was still young and indeed smart, so she was sent to the professor's home at the "college" for foster care, which was a good shelter and would allow her to receive a better education.

In this way, he could free himself and accumulate strength to avenge himself and Grossman.

But he couldn't help but correct her, "You have to call me 'father' until we get to a safe place."

"Daddy~" the pretty little girl like a doll called sweetly.

Damon MacCready looked at the other person and said, "Emma, ​​have you become shorter? Did you sneak out again? I told you that Virginia is dangerous."

The little girl shook her head. "No, I've been reading in my room, preparing for the entrance exam. Look how much I've written. And there's a waiter's desk at the corner of the corridor, and they can vouch for me."

On a table in the living room of the suite was an obscure mathematics journal, opened to the page that published the so-called "interesting problems".

At this moment, there was a layer of draft papers scattered around it, almost covering the entire desktop, as if someone had been sitting there doing complicated calculations.

Damon MacCready gave up the idea of ​​continuing to question and sighed:

"Anyway, just be careful."

Although the Life School has compromised because they do not want to murder innocent people,

But the other party's bottom line is that the target loses health reasonably in a short period of time, or at least is unable to work temporarily.

This is not an easy task to scale.

…

Wayne continued to keep the piece of meat here, just in case something unexpected happened to his employer.

The piece of meat was lifted up and crawled repeatedly in the same area on the floor many times. Finally, it seemed to give up on itself and suddenly stopped, then gradually turned into a pool of blood on the spot.

Some extraordinary power structures that were invisible to the naked eye but seemed to be the real driving force behind the meat pupa also quickly dissipated.

When Inissa came over, she only saw a pool of blood:

"Is this a moving piece of meat? It feels like a Beyonder ability in the 'Life' field. However, I don't have any testing potions with me, and the spiritual power seems to have dissipated. I can only roughly guess that the other party has used a corresponding Beyonder item, or has lifted the ability."

"Do you suspect that the other party is secretly targeting Mr. Ben Harmon?" Inesha asked.

Wayne shook his head. "I don't know. But based on normal speculation, I feel that something is not right, so I'll keep it for the sake of safety."

Then the two sides still defended separately.

If someone was secretly monitoring us, it would be impossible for them not to be on guard against Inissa. In a sense, it could be considered reverse detection.

When Doug came back, he had already preliminarily confirmed the situation.

"The hotel staff said that the room was occupied by a father and daughter, and the father used the identity of a manager of a pharmaceutical company. The physical characteristics of the 'daughter' were basically the same as those reported just now. I asked them under the pretext of looking for acquaintances, and they said that the young lady seemed to have stayed in the room the whole time and did not go out tonight."

Even for Beyonders who can change their appearance, it seems unnecessary to keep up a disguise in private.

If the physical features match, maybe he is just a Beyonder that I happened to meet...

Maybe the other party is hiding from some surveillance?

Wayne thought about it and decided not to cause any trouble during the security mission. "For now, Owl should just keep an eye on that side, but don't provoke them. We'll keep an eye on Mr. Ben Harmon tonight and just be on high alert."