The utilization project of the sun, a natural nuclear fusion reactor, began to unfold in full swing at an astonishing speed.
In just a month, the first Mercury exploration ship funded by Blacklight Biotechnology set sail and the Moon Rabbit Space Station temporarily became the bridgehead of the Dyson cloud project. Dozens of spaceships began to be built in the dock of the Moon Rabbit.
In the future, before the four major continents and Blacklight Biotechnology jointly built a space base dedicated to this project, the Moon Rabbit would assume this responsibility. As compensation, the four major continents came up with some benefits that could not be bought with money.
One step ahead, one step at a time. Blacklight Biotechnology's status in the Earth Federation was increasingly grand. Now even the most obtuse people in politics had faintly realized that Blacklight Biotechnology had exceeded the scope of a private company. In front of the Earth Federation, Blacklight Biotechnology was more like a force for equal dialogue, rather than a company under the Earth Federation.
"Unknowingly, this capital has expanded to such an extent? Blacklight is going against the natural order! "
"666, the capitalization of the Earth Federation. If this goes on, it's estimated that the entire earth will belong to this company in the future. It's against the law for us poor people to breathe even a breath of air..."
"I have to question the group of politicians in the Earth Federation. Why do they feed a capital to such a large scale? When the country's law enforcement agencies are ruled by a for-profit enterprise; when a certain enterprise can make law enforcement rules at will; when the police become a law enforcement tool of a certain enterprise; when a certain enterprise can be above the law... What justice and fairness is there in this world? "
"Are you reciting your lines? Blacklight hasn't done these things at all. When did they interfere with the law? And the one above, I think you're thinking too much because Blacklight doesn't care if pigs like you breathe or not! "
"The one above is an old fox! What's the group number? Count me in for a scam! "
There were rumors all over the Internet. Many people expressed their concerns about Blacklight as usual, but generally, this kind of hot topic would not last too long before a group of opposing comments would flood in. Some of these comments came from Blacklight Biotechnology's fans and most of them came from the Internet Water Army hired by Blacklight Biotechnology.
With this exchange, the two sides exchanged cordial greetings with each other's relatives in such an elegant and easygoing atmosphere...
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, late at night in Detroit, Northern America, a black boy about eight or nine years old was desperately pounding on his mother's door, screaming loudly.
The little boy's face was covered in tears. He looked back at his room in horror from time to time, but all he saw was darkness at the end of the corridor. In the deep darkness, there seemed to be shadows moving …
"Open the door, Mom, please!"
"Mom, open the door. The monsters in my dream are coming for me again. I'm so scared!"
"Wu wu wu …"
In the end, the boy could not help but curl up in front of the door, staring at the darkness at the end of the corridor.
Finally, the boy heard exasperated footsteps coming from his mother's bedroom. Then, the door creaked open, and the smell of alcohol assaulted his nostrils. Behind the door stood a white man whose eyes were almost spitting fire.
"Mr. Quinton …"
A pleading look appeared in the boy's eyes, but what welcomed him was a ruthless slap!
"Smack!"
The boy was stunned. He glanced at the other party blankly, then turned his head to look into the room, only to see his mother sitting on the bed impatiently, smoking a cigarette.
"Enough, kid!"
A look of disgust appeared in the white man's eyes. "You've disturbed us dozens of times. What did I tell you before? I said I hope it won't happen again! "
"Mr. Quinton, I'm sorry..."
The boy could not help sobbing in a low voice. "But what I said is true. There are monsters in the dream. I didn't lie to you!"
"Smack!"
However, the boy's explanation was still met with a slap in the face. The man called Quinton growled, "I've had enough of you. No wonder your father doesn't want you. Believe it or not, if you dare to knock on my and your mother's door in the middle of the night again, I'll crush you to death with my own hands!"
With that, he roughly grabbed the boy's collar and dragged him toward his bedroom. "Now, go back to bed and sleep!"
"No, no, Mr. Quinton, please don't let me go back!"
The boy's expression suddenly changed, and he struggled desperately. "Those monsters … Those monsters ran out of the dream, they really ran out of the dream! Believe me! "
But no matter how he struggled, how could he get rid of the coercion of a middle-aged man in his forties? Soon, he was dragged back to his room by the man.
"Alright, little rascal, go to bed right now!"
The man, Quinton, ordered loudly while subconsciously pressing the light button on the wall.
"Click!"
With the sound of a switch being turned on, the man, Quinton, only saw the light above his head flash twice, but then it went out again.
"Hmm?"
Quinton could not help but frown. He pressed the switch a few more times, but the light still only flickered twice before dimming again, as if it had been interfered with.
"Is the light bulb broken?"
Quinton scratched his head in confusion, then looked at the little boy behind him. Only then did he realize that after he came to this room, the little boy suddenly became quiet.
"George?"
Quinton turned around in confusion, only to see that the little boy had shrunk to the front of the bed at some point. In the darkness, he stared at him with a horrified expression. No, it should be said that he was staring behind him!
For some reason, when he saw this scene, Quinton suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He slowly turned his head stiffly, but with the light from the window, he saw that there was nothing behind him.
"Phew..."
Quinton secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of anger. He was an adult, but he was fooled by a child!
Thinking of this, he turned his head angrily again, and at the same time, he was about to yell, but the moment he turned his head, a black figure stood in front of him.
...
When the morning sun shone into the gloomy street the next day, the haze on the entire street seemed to be instantly dispelled, but what followed was a burst of ear-piercing screams.
Soon, the local police department was dispatched, sealed off a house, and rescued an unconscious child from the house.
"This is the crime scene, Mr. Shawn."
A man in a black cloak with a pipe in his mouth, surrounded by several sheriffs, slowly walked to the front of the house that was blocked by densely packed isolation tape.
"Just last night, a very terrible murder took place in this house."
One of the bald sheriffs explained. He looked at the handsome side profile of the man and showed a fawning expression. "The deceased are a white man and a black woman. The white man's name is Bath Quinton, forty-one years old. He was originally unemployed, but because he hooked up with the owner of this house, he was able to live here.
"The black woman is the mistress of this family and has a son. Her husband died in a gang gunfight three years ago, so she has been raising the child alone until last night..."
After saying all this, the sheriff sighed slightly. "This is the background of the two deceased. The deaths of these two people are extremely strange, and it is likely that they were done by psionicists, so I had to ask you, Mr. Shawn, to come and investigate."
The man called Shawn nodded. He ignored the isolation tape at the door and walked to the door step by step, then frowned slightly. "There's the smell of sulfur..."
"What did you say?"
The sheriff on the side asked subconsciously.
"The smell of sulfur, don't you smell it?"
Shawn turned his head and asked.
"No... there's no smell here."
The sheriff sniffed hard, then shook his head repeatedly.
"Strange, this is not something that can be smelled by the nose, it's my..."
Shawn opened his mouth, revealing a look of surprise. His expression became more serious, and at the same time, he slowly pushed open the door in front of him.
The bodies of the two deceased had not been dealt with yet. Shawn first came to the second floor, pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and suddenly saw a black woman lying naked on the bed. Her body was shriveled, and although she was black, her skin had a strange gray color.
"Her blood has been drained."
Shawn immediately commented. Then he walked forward and gently touched the body of the deceased, only to find that her chest had completely collapsed, but there was no wound on her body.
Seeing this, Shawn's eyebrows raised again. "Her internal organs are missing..."
Seeing the movements of Shawn's hands, the sheriff on the side wiped his sweat slightly. "It seems so for now."
"Where's the other body?"
Shawn turned his head and looked at the sheriff calmly.
"In... in the children's room."
The sheriff made a "please" gesture and led Sean to the room at the end of the corridor. There, a burly white man was lying quietly on the floor. His eyes were bulging, and his face was full of disbelief. It was as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died.
Sean squatted down and searched his body again. Sure enough, it was the same as the female victim. His internal organs were gone, but he didn't see any wounds on his body.
"Take the body back."
Seeing this, Shawn stood up and said in a solemn tone, "Remember to send me the autopsy report."
"Okay... Okay!"
The sheriff nodded repeatedly. For some reason, he had seen many murder scenes, but none of them were like this. The entire room seemed to be filled with a strange sense of death, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.
After the body was carried away, Shawn was the only one left in the children's room. Only then did he look around for various clues.
Shawn was a psionicist.
A psionicist detective.
He was originally a victim of the fusion virus, and after he recovered from the disease, he discovered that he had obtained a magical ability — he could rewind a small area of space, the scene that happened a few hours ago.
Just like a video recorder, his ability was to find the playback button of the video recorder and play back the video left in this area.
Although this ability was auxiliary and had no offensive power, Shawn was a valuable member of the Detroit City Police Station because every time he took action, it meant that the case would be easily solved!
At this time, Shawn picked up a photo on the table. The photo was a group photo of an ordinary family of three. Two black men and women smiled at the camera, and in the middle of them was a well-behaved boy.
It was said that this boy was the only survivor of this incident.
Putting the photo back in place, Shawn no longer hesitated. He closed his eyes and began to activate his ability.
Buzz...
Suddenly, everything in the room became strange. Dark shadows flickered constantly in this room as if all the shadows in the room had come to life. They began to condense and regroup in front of Shawn, and at the same time, the light outside the window began to dim!
If this scene was seen by outsiders, they would probably exclaim God because it was morning and the sun had just risen, but at this time, the window seemed to have returned to darkness!
This was Shawn's superpower.
As his psionic power was activated, everything in the room returned to a few hours ago. At the same time, the door of the room began to shake violently, as if someone was knocking on the door vigorously. However, Shawn just glanced at it warily and did not go forward to open the door because he knew that if there was really someone outside the door, they would have already come in. How could they just keep shaking the door without saying anything?
Thinking of this, Shawn focused his attention on the room again, but he saw that there were two figures standing in front of the door.
One of the two figures was tall and the other was short. The tall one was the deceased named Quinton, and the short one was the child in the photo.
"Huh? Why aren't they moving? "
Looking at the scene in front of him, Shawn could not help but frown. He continued to activate his power, but the two figures were fixed in place. No matter how Shawn activated it, he could not reverse the scene!
At the same time, Shawn only felt that the smell of sulfur in the room seemed to be stronger...
"Cough... cough cough..."
Shawn could not help coughing. His nose was slightly hot, as if something was flowing down. Shawn subconsciously lowered his head and touched it, but he only felt blood on his hand — this was the result of overuse of psionic power.
"I don't believe it!"
Shawn gritted his teeth, raised his head, and released more psionic power, but when he looked up, he was shocked to find that the two figures in front of him had suddenly turned their heads...
At this time, the two phantoms were tilting their heads and staring at him silently at a strange angle. Shawn's scalp was numb, and at the same time, there was a faint chill seeping through his limbs.
Impossible...
The two phantoms that were traced back with psionic power were not real people. How could they be looking at him?
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