flame.

Blood.

Thick smoke.

Corpse.

It was pouring rain.

Hysterical lightning.

The biting cold air makes people feel suffocating and high fever, severe headaches, fainting and convulsions again and again.

Who is holding me?

That familiar face?

Lightning flashed across the sky, bringing sudden light.

The little face that was frozen blue, the face of the young Gorkin.

He hugged himself tightly, trembling all over, panic, and whispered in fear.

In the dream, lightning and thunder were roaring, and a suffocating black shadow enveloped. The severe pain came from the depths of the soul and from every corner of the body. Qiao's throat clattered and his body twitched violently.

Then, Joe woke up from the chaotic, fragmented dream.

He was sweating all over, and Qiao opened his eyes blankly and looked around.

This is a very large room, a room that Joe is familiar with.

A comfortable four-poster bed was placed in the corner of the room, and Joe was lying in a thick bedding. Brocade, silk and velvet formed the main body of the bedding. He lay on the bed, as if he was lying in the sky, with a light body.

The spacious room was messy and filled with all kinds of fun things that young people like.

The flintlock rifle with ivory handles, antique-level long swords, sabers, dozens of rifles, and nearly a hundred swords were piled up randomly on several benches made of ebony.

What is suffocating is that in the middle of these swords and flintlocks, there was an unloaded "Tor" giant cannon shell with a caliber of 800 millimeters!

More than a dozen sets of armor that can be called works of art lie crookedly on the ground, with several armors decorated with gorgeous birds of paradise, birds of paradise, sun birds, rainbow birds and other precious birds.

Dozens of gorgeous dresses were sprinkled all over the ground. These dresses were made of high-end silk and brocade, and the buttons were inlaid with gold, silver, pearls and gems.

In the middle of the house, there is a gorgeous white peacock specimen with open-screen display. In the other corner of the room, there is a billiard table, which echoes several sofas diagonally opposite the two rows of wine cabinets.

On the four walls of the room, dozens of huge specimens of beast heads were hung.

The beasts opened their heads and their sharp fangs were covered with thick gold.

Qiao opened her eyes and stared at the messy room that made him feel comfortable and safe. Yes, this is his bedroom, in a coma, and he went home.

Shaking his head vigorously, Qiao recalled the scene in his dream just now. Then, a dizziness came.

It was still flames, still blood, the same thick smoke and corpses.

Qiao shook his head vigorously. He had never had the dream he had before. This dream actually merged into chaos with the cruel scene last night.

How could Gorkin be there in the dream?

And it was Gorkin, who was holding himself and curled up where he was?

Countless thoughts were quickly dispelled by a strong disgust. Qiao suddenly woke up and killed people. Last night, he killed people. Moreover, the means of killing people were so violent and terrifying, just like the legendary devil.

The black shadow who escaped was not mentioned.

That crazy tu, indeed, Qiao could see clearly and remember clearly that it was smashed by himself with a punch.

That punch beyond the limit, the flesh and blood that covered the entire alley. Also, the police who were cruelly killed, his colleagues!

The Adam's apple twitched violently, and Qiao jumped up and knocked on the small table beside the bed. Several ivory on the table and the crystal-based hookah suddenly fell to the ground.

He kicked off a beautiful pure gold opera mask, stepped on a silver candy jar and almost fell down, swaying through several ivory slatted on the display rack, and plunged into the bathroom.

He pulled open the lid of the toilet and almost stuffed his head into the toilet. Then Qiao vomited violently.

All the internal organs were rolling, and the bitter gallbladder was vomiting completely. Qiao vomited violently, and the bathroom was filled with an unpleasant smell. His earth-shaking sound of vomiting also came out of the open door.

Several girls wearing black and white and thin linen maid dresses walked into the room and became busy.

In the room where only two candles were lit, the thick velvet curtains were pulled open. In the afternoon, the slightly lazy sunlight shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the messy room bright.

A tall, thin, black long hair tied with a towering bun, wearing a simple black long skirt, and an elegant middle-aged woman followed the maids in.

The middle-aged woman is quite beautiful and well maintained. She has no wrinkles on her fair face. In the sun, her face and slender palms are shining like pearls.

She stood beside the unlucky white peacock and asked worriedly: "Jo? Is it okay? Oh, the kind Muteste is on..."

Qiao raised his head, covered the toilet heavily, and pressed the flush button.

He walked to the washstand, turned on the cold water faucet, took a glass of water with a water cup, and rinsed his mouth vigorously.

He said loudly without looking back: "Mom, I'm fine, ah, the kind Muteste is on top, I don't even have a small hole."

Putting down the water cup, holding a handful of cold water and pouring it on his face, Qiao asked loudly: "Mom, what happened yesterday... Tifa and Weima are okay? Well, I shouldn't worry about Tifa, how about Weima?"

The middle-aged woman, Joe's mother, Lea, pressed her hands on her chest, gave a heavy breath, and smiled gently: "The whole family is safe, Joe. It's just that you are so worried about us. You slept all night and the whole morning!"

In a low voice, Muteste praised the kindness, and Riya raised her face and said loudly: "Joe, I really regret it. How could I agree to let you go to the Judicial College? I shouldn't agree to join the police station."

"The kind Muteste is on top, you know, yesterday's Tulun Port..." Liya tilted her head slightly and started to complain. Liya has many best friends in Tulun Port, so she is definitely one of the most well-informed people.

Last night, Tulun Port suffered a severe blow.

Near New Pier No. 3, the mansions of more than 2,000 families were destroyed by artillery fire. Tulum Port City Hall did not announce the number of casualties, but well-informed people claimed that at least nearly 1,000 ordinary citizens were injured and killed last night.

Fortunately, it happened to be mid-autumn night, and many of the mansions were empty, otherwise the casualties would be even more severe.

In addition to civilians, 129 Mounted police died in the line of duty, and more than 200 Mounted police were slightly injured; what was even more miserable is that the ordinary police in Tulum Port have far less combat power than those of Mounted police. Last night, 383 people died in the line of duty, and the number of wounded was even more amazing.

The garrisons in Tulun Port and the naval fleet stationed in Tulun Port responded in time. The two armies were dispatched urgently to effectively deter the enemy. The enemies who attacked wantonly were defeated by the army, so that they did not cause any greater losses.

Qiao approached the crystal mirror and carefully looked at the round face in the mirror.

Short black hair, round and soft face, slightly sunken eye sockets, and two black eyes are quite lively.

Liya was still complaining, and Qiao closed her eyes, and when she opened it again, the magic circle composed of three hexagrams appeared in his pupils again.

His pupils were slightly flushed, and Joe looked at his face in the mirror seriously.

"Hello, Joe."

"Hello, Crimson."

"So, am I, Joe; or am I actually Crimson?"

"No doubt we are the same existence. So, how much am I?"

"What is Crimson, exactly?"

In his mind, bursts of severe pain came, and Qiao quickly let go of this question.

After the severe pain in his mind disappeared, Qiao looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly: "This question is too profound and cannot be discussed now. So, let's put it in the future, this is the wisest choice."

After snatching cold water and wiping his face, Qiao straightened his body and stared at the mirror.

"So, let me think about it, I should have heard Gorkin and Tifa say it. No, not only them, but even Weima said something in front of me."

"Sea of ​​strength, sea of ​​energy, sea of ​​spirit."

“The endless Dirac Sea.”

"The root of everything, the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind... the practice method of the three seas and seven meridians."

In Qiao's pupils, the three-round hexagram magic circle began to rotate. He lowered his head and looked at his tall and fat body.

"Due to physical condition, my family concealed the way of strength from me? Well, are you afraid that I will try randomly and hurt my body?"

"This body was seriously traumatized when she was very young."

"I didn't care about power before. At that time, as long as I had enough goldmark in my pocket, I was very satisfied."

"Well, I can't think too much."

Another headache came, and Qiao paused to dig into his own situation.

At this moment, a thin layer of water vapor suddenly appeared on the crystal mirror in front of him.

Qiao looked down at the hot water faucet in the sink.

He did not turn on the hot water faucet, so how could there be steam in the bathroom?

He took a step back, and the hexagrams in his pupils rotated slightly faster. His heart was beating vigorously, and waves of heat continued to spread from his chest to his whole body.

A strange creature about one foot tall appeared quietly in the hazy mirror.

This guy's body is a bit like an elongated seahorse.

And his head was a bit like a frown little bald old man.

He had no feet, and his tail was wrapped around it, swinging it easily. He had two short arms, he was holding a small pipe, smoking a cigarette "click", and tiny smoke rings kept coming out of the pipe.

"Hello, Joe. Or, hello, Crimson."

"For the first time meeting, introduce yourself, you can call me Laplacie."

"Or, you can call me the omniscient."
Chapter completed!