Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Early the next morning, Merlin returned to the ghost base in Kansas with a cold face.

He was sitting in an empty office, his head down, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Elsa is still gone. After a ridiculous and indulgent night, she finally carved her shadow in Merlin’s soul, and compared to another shadow in Merlin’s heart, Elsa’s The impression seems clearer.

The former is passion, the latter is precipitation.

Different situations have the same result.

Merlin put his fingers under his nose, and the fingertips seemed to still retain the fragrance of Elsa's hair, but this made Merlin's mood worse and worse, and also made him a little irritable.

"Snapped"

A document was severely dropped on the desktop, and he couldn't quietly enter the work.

Although he still has many things to deal with.

Merlin took a pack of silk-card cigarettes from his pocket and took one from the cigarette case and put it by his mouth. He stretched out his fingers. A beating flame ignited the cigarette. After taking a deep breath, the spicy smoke, from He spouted from his mouth and nostrils.

He needs to calm down, and needs to control his emotions.

Parting is not a scene that Merlin likes. He hopes that all the good things in life can survive. In essence, Merlin is also quite a greedy person.

He longed for more beauty.

But fate...always keep trying to pull those things out of his life.

This is a battle between him and himself. At present, it seems that this battle is far from over.

"Click"

With a soft bang, the shell of the golden pocket watch in Merlin's hand flipped open, revealing the walking hand in it, which represented the passage of time.

Merlin stared at the moving minute and second hands. After a while, he leaned on the office chair and closed his eyes wearily.

"Buzz, buzz"

A few minutes later, Merlin was awakened by the buzz of the mobile phone placed on the table. He turned around and picked up the phone, and found that the above call was a relatively strange number.

"Hey?"

Merlin put the phone in his ear, he asked:

"Mr. Z, you rarely call me, is there something wrong?"

"Agent Merlin, the ghost's energy signal appears again."

At the other end of the phone, M.I.B's chief officer, Senior Agent Z, stared at the beating green line on the computer screen. He told Merlin:

"Just in northwest Kansas, near a farm."

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Merlin hung up the phone, he stood up, moved his shoulders, then disappeared in the office in a flash.

Regarding the mysterious alien ghost, Merlin has been trying to find it since he came to Kansas. In recent days, Raven Victor has been flying along the Kansas sky under Merlin's orders, trying to find the clues that the mysterious guy had existed.

but no...

This guy seems to have never existed.

However, some parts of Kansas do have a legend about a "superhuman", mostly stories of victims who were helped by a sudden emergence of the same person.

In those stories, the information about the mysterious helper was also surprisingly consistent. It was a sturdy young man, unsmiling, with black hair, and seemed quite handsome.

But Merlin doubts that the last feature is the heroic image of the victims.

Because most of them have never really seen that superhuman face.

Whether in the face of a shooting, robbery or arson, that guy appeared suddenly and disappeared immediately after rescued the victim.

"Uh"

Merlin's figure appeared at the next moment on a plain in northwest Kansas, very close to the coordinates given by Agent Z. But when Merlin raised his head, he saw a giant grey tornado lying between heaven and earth not far away...

"Tornado."

Merlin shook his head, he said:

"The same natural disaster as Wisconsin."

Kansas is an inland state. The biggest natural disaster here is the tornado. This is almost the same as Wisconsin where Merlin grew up.

In Merlin's gaze, the highway in front of him was completely paralyzed.

People screamed and tried to escape the tornado. On the plains near the highway, the giant tornado uprooted the trees, and the heavy vehicles were also involved. The horrible sound was like The cry of the ghosts in hell.

Terrible.

Merlin's attention was maintained among those who fled to the refuge, he could feel that there was a suppressed, far more powerful force than ordinary people hidden in those who ran.

That should be the ghost that Agent Z said.

He was hiding among this group of people.

But he hid very well, and even the dark perception exuded by Merlin was difficult to clearly distinguish the location of the ghost in the crowd.

Well, it seems that this brother does not like to expose himself in front of the crowd.

"what?"

Merlin observed the distant crowd in the sky. As a result, he saw a man rushing out of the crowd and rushing to the vehicles paralyzed on the highway. He ran in a hurry and seemed to be looking for something.

After a moment, Merlin saw the man rush into his car, trying to bring down a shepherd dog trapped in the car, but the tornado that rushed quickly pushed the cars away, and he was also taken by the door. its stuck.

"It's crazy!"

Merlin shook his head, and he disappeared into the air in a flash. When he appeared again, he came to the stuck car.

"you are?"

The man who was struggling to get rid of the disaster and his dog turned their heads at the same time to the suddenly appearing Merlin. The man hadn’t finished speaking yet, and the rolling black mist swept him into it and disappeared in the car in an instant. in.

The next second, a tornado that roared, rolled the car into the sky, and then hit the viaduct on the other side.

The next moment Merlin took away this reckless man and his dog, Merlin felt that the fluctuation of the looming energy in the crowd reached the highest.

He turned back suddenly, and saw a young man with dark hair, hugging him with a crying old woman.

That energy fluctuation that made Merlin feel a strong threat came from this young man. He clenched his fists and seemed to want to rush out into the tornado, but his hand was held firmly by the old woman, seemingly preventing him from rushing out to save people.

"Got you!"

Merlin rolled the dead man and the terrified dog silently away from the raging tornado. He remembered the appearance and figure of the dark-haired young man.

Now, this is not a good time to meet him.

not to mention...

Merlin looked back at the middle-aged man dull in the dark mist. He said softly:

"Maybe you can tell me more about the "ghost"..."

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"vomit"

After undergoing a long-distance space movement, the middle-aged man rescued by Merlin landed dizzy on the ground of the ghost base. The sense of vertigo hovering in his mind and body made him subconsciously do Vomited.

"Don't spit on my floor."

Merlin's calm voice rang behind him, and the balding man turned around and saw Merlin standing behind him, and handed him a glass of water.

"Thanks...thanks."

The pale man took the drinking glass, he drank, his legs were still trembling abnormally, and he had just escaped from death, leaving him a little shocked.

More importantly, he could not understand the details of the person who saved him in front of him.

He is a secret person, which can't be concealed from Merlin.

The secret taste is intangible and intangible, but in the eyes of people like Merlin who have been dealing with secrets for a long time, that is the most conspicuous feature that can be easily captured.

The shepherd dog beside him was also terrified.

The dog lay quietly under his master's feet. He raised his head from time to time to look at Merlin, and then quickly lowered his head, his eyes full of fear, as if facing a natural enemy.

"Don't be nervous, sir. I'm not a bad person."

Merlin sat back on his office chair. He waved his hand, manipulated gravity, and handed a cigarette to the middle-aged man. The latter glanced at Merlin. The cigarette suspended in the air scared him a little.

But he still took over the gadget that represents goodwill. After going through a series of things, he urgently needed to calm himself down.

"Snapped"

Merlin snapped his fingers gently, and a flame appeared in the air, helping the middle-aged man light the cigarette.

"Cough"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be used to the smell of tobacco. He took a sip and then coughed violently.

"Introduce yourself, sir."

Merlin looked at the middle-aged man sitting in a chair in front of him. He took out his agent's certificate and he said:

"I am a 6th-level agent of the National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. You can call me Merlin. As you can see, I am a government official. I will not hurt you. I just have a few questions to ask. ask you."

"I do not know."

The middle-aged man immediately answered nervously:

"I do not know anything."

"I haven't started asking yet, sir."

Merlin glanced at him and said:

"It's not a good habit to answer questions... tell me, sir, what's your name? Where do you live?"

"My name is Jonathan."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and seemed to dare not meet Merlin's sharp eyes. He tried to calm his tone, he said:

"Jonathan Kent, I and my wife run a farm together, next to the small town of Small. We have lived there all our lives and everyone nearby knows us."

"We are all ordinary people, sir. Oh, yes, thank you for saving my life today."

Old Jonathan looked up, and he sincerely said to Merlin:

"I really thought I was dead."

"I know that in this country, many people think of pets as part of their families."

Merlin glanced at the shepherd dog at the foot of Jonathan. He said:

"But I still don't recommend you to save your dog when you are in danger... This will cause a lot of bad consequences, and your wife and son will be very sad."

Speaking of which, Merlin turned sharply and asked suddenly:

"Talk about your son. The handsome young man with dark hair, he looks very powerful."

"Do not."

Old Jonathan's breathing became heavier. The farmer tried to hide his fear in front of Merlin's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said to Merlin:

"Clark is just an ordinary Kansas guy. Like other young people, he is reckless, irritable, and does not like the nagging of his parents. He is a seaman, and he goes to sea all year round to make him fit. But trust me, sir, Clark and us The same is true for ordinary people."

"Mr. Jonathan, calm down."

Merlin held out his hand and begged the farmer not to panic. He took a document out of the drawer slowly, opened it, and looked at Jonathan. He cleared his throat and read:

"In September and September 1980, a small spacecraft traversing the solar system landed on the North American continent in the early morning hours."

"Its specific location is 7 kilometers north of the small town of Smallville, Kansas."

"This small spaceship is suspected of carrying extraterrestrial life. It was successfully recovered 2 hours after the incident, but the extraterrestrial life and the biological cabin inside it were missing."

"Limited by the tracking technology in the 1980s, 47 agents conducted a two-month search in Kansas, and the results were still nothing."

"We named the missing alien life'ghost'. Judging from the technological level of the spacecraft it is riding on,'ghost' should be born in an alien civilization that has developed hundreds of years or even thousands of years more than earth technology."

Speaking of which, Merlin stopped his voice, his fingers interlaced, raised his head, and looked at the desperate old Jonathan in front of him, he said softly:

"Mr. Jonathan, your son, Clark... Clark Kent, in what year was he born?"

"1980...but he is innocent."

In the face of the irrefutable evidence provided by Merlin, the old Jonathan's poor acting can no longer cover up all this.

He was as if he had broken his spine, paralyzed in a chair, and he begged to Merlin:

"Clark is innocent, he has not hurt anyone, he is even kinder than us, beg you, let him go."

"No, Mr. Jonathan."

Merlin put the papers in his hands together. He took the pocket watch from his pocket and said to the farmer in front of him:

"you misunderstood."

"Probably from the fictitious images of those absurd movies and novels, which gives you a certain stereotyped paranoid impression of us. But in fact, I have nothing malicious about your son...I am just trusted to come, Find him and help him..."

"boom"

As soon as Merlin's words fell, the glass wall of his office was brutally crushed from the outside by a huge force. In the sound of the glass breaking, a dark-haired young man with angry faces jumped into Merlin's office.

The harsh alarm of the base's invasion sounded at this moment, but the young man didn't care.

He glanced at his collapsed father, then clenched his fists, glaring at Merlin.

Merlin stood up slowly from the chair. He glanced at the time of the pocket watch in his hand. He spoke gently to the young man:

"Well, in seven minutes, I got here from Smoler...you're fast."

"Clark Kent...Ghost!"

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