The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Your own soul can be extended and become a hidden ear. The discovery left Sean's head a little dizzy, a little unreal.

He tried to concentrate the diffused soul and extend it outward. Due to the limitation of volume, although the "Blue Cloud" has become the thickness of the wrist, it can only achieve an eavesdropping distance of ten meters at most. voice is not clear.

"Ten meters ignores the eavesdropping of obstacles." Sean manipulated the slender soul tentacles at the moment and walked around.

"Yes, Mr. Lehman, I can draw up the contract tomorrow..."

"Oh dear, I love you, oh..."

"That guest at 703 is really annoying. He complained all day long about our poor cleaning..."

"Another home run! Jason Weir of the New York Yankees hit another hit..."

Sean's feeling is a little strange now. The thinly shaped soul belt is like an antenna, and is constantly adjusted by Sean.

The content heard is also like an FM radio, changing with the movement of the "antenna".

Since almost all the soul belts of about ten meters can receive the vibration of sound, many sounds are overlapping, and Sean needs to distinguish carefully before hearing a specific sound.

Sean also discovered that his diffused soul can not only capture the vibration of sound, but also a certain sense of touch.

For example, when he sweeps the bathroom, he can feel the changes in temperature and humidity.

It's like extending an invisible sensory system.

However, the diffuse state of the soul consumes a lot of energy. It didn't take long for Sean to feel a little tired, so he withdrew his soul and withdrew from the symbol.

Lying in the dark, Sean's thoughts were surging.

"What does this symbol represent? Why can it not only stabilize the soul, but also realize this diffuse state?"

"Has it always existed in my body? Was it awakened because of the impact of the resentful spirit?"

Sean turned over, and he realized that there would be no result if he thought about it now - what he needed more at the moment was sleep.

"In any case, this soul dispersion state is also a special ability. Although it cannot be used to protect itself, it has an additional tool for collecting information.

"It's impossible to know its origin and principle now. It's better to take a good rest. There are still many things to do tomorrow."

Thinking like this, maybe it was because he just used the diffuse state to consume a lot of experience, and Sean soon fell asleep.

—

Sean asked for a wake-up call and breakfast service before checking in. Early in the morning, he was woken up by the doorbell.

Opening the door, a waitress pushed the morning cart and put the warm toast and fried eggs on Sean's table.

With freshly brewed coffee, he casually flipped through the newspapers that were delivered together. Sean finished his breakfast quickly, put on his coat, and took a briefcase with documents and went out.

The New York City Discipline Institute is three blocks away from the Fog and Rose Hotel. Sean followed the flow of people to work and took the newly built tram to the vicinity of the Discipline Institute.

The New Testament City Precepts Office is a rather Gothic-style building, with a dripping gargoyle sitting on the top of the column on the wall.

Going up the stairs, Sean could see a diamond-shaped shield hanging directly above the gate of the Discipline Institute.

The vertical diamonds represent the Father Keen/Salvatorium and the Court of God. The shield on the diamond is the symbol of the Precepts.

In Newlander, the constitutional country of God, the Holy Father Keen and the Salvation Church are the supreme beings. Religious belief is above everything else, and it has penetrated into every aspect of this country.

Even the administrative agencies specializing in public security have a strong color of faith.

Beneath the diamond-shaped shield is the motto of the Precepts: - Serve the authority of God and the peace of man.

Sean looked up at the huge shield, walked through the hurried people, and walked into the hall.

Even in the early morning, the hall of the discipline center was full of people and noisy.

According to the hanging sign, Sean found the "Missing Case Report".

After waiting for a few people, it was finally Sean's turn. He described what happened to the dark-skinned Arab female police officer, and then handed Aaliyah's photo to her.

The black female police officer listened very carefully, recorded Aaliyah's situation with a typewriter, and collected the photos, she said to Sean: "We will send your sister's information and photos to all the precincts, once there is news , we will contact the phone number you left, okay?"

Sean left the extension in his room and the phone number at the front desk of Mist and Roses.

Just as Sean was about to thank him, he suddenly heard a familiar female voice: "Sean, is it you? Why did you come to the precepts? Did you encounter any trouble?"

Sean turned her head, Miss Daisy was wearing a black and white dress today and a stylish wide-brimmed hat on her head.

Next to her was a middle-aged man with a mustache in a neat police uniform, and his epaulettes had several diamonds.

Sean remembered the old driver George who wanted to murder him, and he didn't intend to tell others about Aaliyah easily; but Sean realized that Miss Daisy could not be an accomplice of those people, because if she wanted to murder herself , last night alone in the guest room is the best chance to rest.

"Since she's not an accomplice of those people, and the man beside her seems to be a high-ranking person, then revealing it to her should help me find Aaliyah."

These thoughts flashed in an instant, and Sean told Daisy about his sister's disappearance. The officers of the discipline office beside Daisy also listened carefully.

After listening to Sean's narration, Daisy had already covered her mouth with her gloved hand. She was obviously a little surprised: "I didn't know that such a thing happened..."

She turned to the officer beside her and said, "Director Flake, Sean is a kind-hearted young man. He came to us for his sister across the ocean. Look, can you help him?"

Chief Flake nodded, leaned over and said something to the black female indoctrination officer, then picked up the file bag containing Arya's materials: "We will give priority to this case." Flake took a photo Patting Sean's arm: "Sean, don't worry, we will do our best to find your sister."

Unexpectedly, he could get the promise of the director. Sean was a little excited and thanked him repeatedly. The heart that had been a little anxious because of Arya's disappearance was also greatly relieved.

Daisy looked at Aaliyah's photo: "What a lovely girl, look, she has a thick, long and beautiful braid..."

"Aaliyah treasures her hair very much." Thinking of the way his sister combed her long hair and grimaced at him in the mirror, he smiled bitterly.

Daisy handed back the photo: "Sean, do you still have Aaliyah's photo? You can give me a few more, and I have some ideas... Detective friends, I will ask them to find them too."

Sean quickly pulled out a few photos of Aaliyah, and handed them over to Daisy along with the one just now.

Daisy reassured a few more words, and then left with Chief Flake.

Shawn, who walked out of the precepts, felt hope for the first time since it was confirmed that Aaliyah was missing.

"Aaliyah, you must be safe." Sean said silently, UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com felt that a large search net was slowly being rolled out.

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After grabbing a bite to eat, Sean took the tram to No. 95 Sequoia Road, where the "Newlander Poetry Society" is located.

Sequoia Road is in the west of New York City, far from the pier. Sean took a car to get there.

After getting off the bus and walking for about fifteen minutes, Sean arrived at No. 95.

When he arrived, he felt his heart sink.

The building in front of it, with its charred exterior walls and broken doors and windows, apparently suffered a fire a long time ago, and has not been used for a long time.

"This is a fake address!" Sean smashed his fist in his heart, "This Poetry Association is indeed a fake!"

The feeling of being teased and deceived burned Sean's heart, and he was extremely angry, cursing the unknown deceiver and the organization hiding in the shadows.

Although he knew it was a fake address at first glance, Sean still planned to walk into this long-abandoned building in disrepair after the fire to check it out.

Not for anything else, just for fear of missing even a little clue.

Just as he was about to step over the faded blocking tape, and sat on the corner next to him, a drunk homeless man shouted inarticulately, "Don't go in! There, burn people to death!"

Sean stopped at the gate, thinking of the terrifying spiritual room on Central Avenue, he hesitated - there must be a spiritual room in this building that once caught fire, right?

Sean just hesitated for a while, he thought of the unknown symbol in his body, and a little more courage: "Catherine said that I was 'introduced' to the spiritual world before, there is no one else here, even if there is a spiritual world, I can't get in either."

After thinking about it, he stepped over the blocking tape and walked into the building.