For the whole day, Roland watched every channel on TV.
There were several programs that explained the martial arts competition. Different from traditional fighting, the arena of the martial arts competition was about half the size of a football field, and there were no referees on the field. The fights between the contestants were also much more intense. It was common for them to break the floor, and the sound of their fists was like muffled thunder, as if there were special effects.
In terms of viewing value, it was indeed much more exciting than boxing or free combat. Just the punches hitting the flesh, without the number of rounds or intermission, was enough to excite the audience from beginning to end, not to mention that the two of them often spat out blood and were covered in cuts and bruises. Roland could not help but frown. As martial artists, this kind of fight was too hard. Weren't they worried that they would not be able to spend the prize money after winning the game?
But what he cared about the most were those who were called martial artists.
There was no doubt that their physical qualities were far better than ordinary people, and the Force of Nature did not only increase strength or speed, but also seemed to have special uses.
Most of the commentators outside the arena would give these skills a special name, and they would publicize it as the nickname of the martial artists. For example, the man named Hurricane, who could instantly launch a high-speed series of punches, so his nickname was Storm.
To be honest, wasn't this the same as showing one's trump card in front of the opponent?
But it was still okay. What surprised Roland more was that he actually saw the demon in the game.
It was a typical Mad Demon. It was tall and had burly arms. It didn't wear a mask or iron gloves, and its fangs and three fingers were clearly not human. However, the audience turned a blind eye to it. From the commentator's tone, it seemed that they only regarded it as a foreign martial artist.
He finally saw the strangeness and power of the Dream World.
In order to make the demons that Zero devoured reasonable, the Dream World even turned them into a minority race living in this world. What about the hybrid demonic beasts? Roland could not help but think of the image of a dragonkin maid full of vitality.
It was not until his stomach growled that he found that the sun was gradually setting in the west.
Roland could not help but frown.
Usually, Zero would have returned by now.
According to the diary, her school was on Zhongshan Road, which was about three kilometers away from her apartment. She could get home in ten minutes by bus. The cram school ended at 5: 30 pm, and it was already 6: 15 pm. Did something happen at school?
Roland thought for a moment and decided to go downstairs to buy something to fill his stomach.
After all, it was possible that she was hanging out with her friends. In the summer, the sky wouldn't be completely dark until around eight o 'clock. It wasn't strange to use this time to play in the park or the arcade.
He was the landlord, not the nanny. Even if he went to school at this time, he might not be able to see her. It was better not to be a busybody.
She was just a little girl. No matter how diligent she was, she would occasionally want to slack off.
This time, he would make dinner … No, he would bring the takeout.
At this moment, the image on the television suddenly flashed, and the martial arts competition turned into a news broadcast room.
[Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Now, we have some urgent news. ]
The host held a stack of manuscripts and read with a worried look. [There was a robbery at knifepoint on Zhongshan Road. A bus on Route 29 was hijacked. The traffic police have blocked the intersection. Please don't go out for the time being. We will broadcast the progress of the incident as soon as possible. ]
The image on the television soon changed to the scene of the crime. The road was crowded with onlookers. Everyone was scrambling to stand outside the cordon, showing no intention of evacuating.
"Wait, isn't this the road that Zero usually takes to school?"
Roland's heart sank. "Was she also kidnapped?"
This was definitely not good news. As an important part of the Dream World, he did not know what would happen if a key character like Zero died. This was also the reason why he did not want to delve into Zero's family. According to his past experience in dreams, the brain's subconscious would act shamelessly when it encountered a problem that it could not make up.
As a result, he would wake up suddenly and could not remember the content of the dream.
Before he emptied his deep memory, Roland absolutely did not want to end this Dream World prematurely.
Not to mention the many residents in the Apartment of Souls. If they also had the gate of memory fragments, it would be excellent information for him to learn about the real world.
Of course, it was also possible that Zero's existence had no effect on the Dream World, but he did not want to take this risk.
Thinking of the strange power surging in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to see if he could be of help.
After leaving Tongzi Street, he ran along the busy road. The heat surged and circulated in his body, so he did not feel tired at all. Even though he was running at a high speed, Roland could still easily control every part of his body and nimbly avoid the passers-by on the street. The three-kilometer distance was shortened by the speed of a 100-meter sprint. In just eight minutes, he arrived at the scene of the accident.
However, to Roland's surprise, as soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he found that the robber had surrendered and was being interviewed in tears, saying that he was just impulsive. The onlookers booed and dispersed as usual. The traffic police were also clearing the roadblocks and preparing to resume traffic.
The corner of Roland's mouth twitched. Didn't they say that the police would always arrive after the incident was over?
Besides, he did not see Zero among the passengers who got off the bus. It seemed that this trip was in vain.
As he was about to go back, a faint cry for help came from the narrow alley.
Roland was startled and looked into the alley. Although the sun had not completely set, the light had been completely blocked by the tall buildings on both sides. It was pitch-black inside and he could not see anything clearly.
Was it an illusion?
He slowly walked to the entrance of the alley. After a few minutes, he once again heard a faint cry for help.
There was really someone inside!
At this time, he should call the police for help.
Roland looked back at the bus, only to find that the police had escorted the robber into the police car and were driving away. It was obviously too late to stop them.
Should he pretend that he did not hear it?
But he clearly felt that something in the alley was attracting him.
Since he approached this place, the heat in his body suddenly became intense, as if it was clamoring and cheering, as if it was urging him to move forward.
Roland tiptoed into the narrow alley.
His eyes quickly adapted to the faint light. He saw a man with his back to him, and there was nothing else around him.
"Is it you who is calling for help?" he asked with a frown.
The man did not answer. Instead, he turned his head 180 degrees. This strange scene caused Roland to suck in a breath of cold air.
However, the more surprising thing was yet to come.
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