The lab fell into dead silence, even the tremor of the glassware was clearly audible. The moment Juno's words crashed to the ground, two frosty gazes pinned Anger in place, and he didn't even dare to flutter his eyelashes for fear of startling Anna and Lee.
"It's just an illusion. "After a long moment of hesitation, the knots of his throat rolling out a sandpaper-like sound, Anger pushed up his goggles. Beads of sweat slid down the frames, blotting out ripples on the clear lenses, "There are three types of traumatic stress, and Juno happens to be a late-onset type. "
His fingertips tapped a certain mechanical instrument on the desktop, the young girl's diagnostic file surfaced in the blue light of the electronic display, "Since the day she got out of the blood pool of the Church of Desire, her lack of trust and care would cause her personality to appear obstinate, and her personality mixed with her illness, coupled with the hallucinations near the end of the month, would cause her to obstinately believe in her own eyes. She's still a minor child, you can check her file, she's already misrepresented a number of non-existent events over the past year, and most recently lied about seeing something from the last century in the footage, mind you, there were no cameras at the time."
"No... No way, I can be sure I saw it!" Juno clutched the train of her skirt and took a half step back, her leather shoes crushing over the spiderweb-like wires all over the floor.
"Juno! " Anger's voice sounded like the broken strings of an ancient zither.
He ripped off his lab coat violently, his plain white shirt reflecting the cold light lamps as he yanked over the young girl's wrist and pressed it to his chest, the booming heartbeat enough to prove he was alive.
"I... I..." Juno lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Look, is teacher a monster now?" Ange asked rhetorically with a hint of sadness.
"No... No." Juno's eyes were averted, unsure of what she was thinking.
"That's enough." Lee interrupted the two, "Juno is temporarily in the custody of the Special Operations Section. She will be under our protection for the time being until we can fully figure it out, as for Mr. Anger, what you said is indeed impeccable, moreover, I've never seen a monster with such clear logic before, so I'm basically sure of your identity as well, and we'll give you a satisfactory answer when we're done with our investigation. This time we came here to just test his forbidden ruins."
"Thanks, go ahead." Ange stowed the enamel threaded glazed bottles one by one into the plain silk lined ebony box and headed for the door, his steps carrying a slight lassitude.
"Juno you should be able to operate this machine." Mina looked toward the cylindrical instrument that took up one-half the size of the entire room, "Stand on it."
As Logan stepped onto the testing table, the humming suddenly rose like a hundred ghosts knocking at the door, the giant cylindrical device that took up one-half of the lab's space began to warm up, the dark golden patterns that flowed across its surface brightened and dipped like breathing, the prisms that dangled from the dome gathered the iridescent light together, a soft film that seemed to caress his body as it pressed against it.
"No, this isn't right. The machine is broken?" Juno kept shaking his head, his eyes glued to the instrument in front of him, and the two of them, Lee and Anna, who couldn't read the data on it at all, could only ask softly, "What's wrong?"
"The machine isn't broken, why doesn't it show his ability level on it, and why is the machine suddenly sounding an alarm?"
The huge machine was currently emitting an alarming buzz, at this moment, the handle of the "Accompaniment" revolver suddenly became hot - this 1887 Colt Naval model from the Whitechapel Yard Sale, the engraved dragon pattern on the gun body was oozing rust-colored liquid, and the barrel was emerging as a bleeding tube. liquid, and the barrel floated with a bleeding tubular pattern.
"Bang!"
Without anyone expecting it, the tip of his finger flexed slightly and he pulled the trigger, the brass eggshell falling from the gun and the ghostly blue flame jetting out of the blackened muzzle. He watched as his index finger automatically pulled the trigger and tongues of ghostly blue fire licked across the core of the detector, etching huge circles into the superalloy surface.
His target! Nope! I should say the pistol was aimed at the stage-like instrument.
At once, the alarms in the room stopped, the whole core part of that instrument was like being hit by a cannonball, the radius of the bullet hole was actually straight up to half a meter, as the impact was getting smaller and smaller, but the bullet had already burst out from the ceiling.
"Ahem." Logan stiffened and turned his head to look at the crowd, "This thing... Does it have a safety? "
What was done was done, and plans had to be redone.
Scanning around the "companion", the gun seemed to have a consciousness of its own.
Prior to this, he had already learned that there was a forbidden weapon just like today's situation in general, moreover, these weapons were only available to designated people!
Sell the gun?
This idea flashed through his mind, but looking at the weapon in his hand that had regained its mottled rust again, he shook his head.
This thing was afraid that no one would even believe it when they said it was a forbidden weapon!
Is he really an 'Enforcer'?
Wouldn't he be a big loser without his 'companion'?
"The compensation is enough to buy half of the fleet standing in the street, deduct it slowly from your salary." Lee's expression transformed back from shock.
Logan couldn't wait to drop the unlucky firearm.
"Name: rogue. Gender: male. Delusion concentration: unknown. Ability: unknown, judged based on lethality, at least A-rank or above. Weapon: Revolver 1887." Lee wrote on the file, finally putting the document away carefully, "Just get Mr. Anger to stamp it next."
"Is there a uniform?" Logan asked unknowingly.
?
This was the second time this had happened.
Strange words would always come out of his mouth somehow.
Lee flinched as well.
"No, we're all rather casual in our dress code here." Lee said as he walked out of the room, "I'll go ahead and have Mr. Anger stamped, you're free to visit."
A dusty mirror huddled in the dark corner of the lab, Logan's reflection floated on it. His blonde hair glistened in the cold light of the lamp and his pale blue pupils were like frozen amber lakes as he reached out and touched the mirror, the tapping of his knuckles shaking off some of the dust that had clouded the surface.
The brass badge on the lapel of his police uniform oozed rust with a distinctive West London flavor, and the carved grapevine in the frame suddenly came to life, wrapping its bronze branches around Logan's wrist. When he struggled, glimpsed the mirror reflection of the inner pocket of the police uniform reveals half of the yellowed ID - the photo of himself wearing a bowler hat, the photo of the face is still blurred, the date of the photo is clearly ? February 13th.
A bead of blood seeped through the crack in the frame, swooshing along the collar of his realistically white shirt and blooming into the shape of a red rose on the twenty-first century fabric.
Something wasn't quite right!
Clothes!
The clothes had somehow changed into modern attire along with the figure in the mirror, and the detective's uniform he had previously worn had changed completely!
Lee returned with a key.
"Lee! Do you see what's different about me?" Logan inquired anxiously.
Lee looked Logan up and down and spread his hands.
"Clothes, look at my clothes." Logan pointed to his white shirt.
"Hmm, good taste." Lee nodded appreciatively.
"Didn't we drive all the way from west London? That's not at all what was on at the time." Logan said.
"So I'd say you have good taste." Lee looked again at the white shirt Logan was wearing, pointing specifically to the rose on his chest, "I like the pattern."
"But I didn't even change my shirt." Logan's words boomed like thunder in his cranial cavity.
Anna, who was off to the side chatting with Juno, heard the commotion and came over.
"What's wrong?"
Lee ignored Anna and looked at Logan with a serious face.
"Really?"
"Yes, I clearly didn't!"
"Oops, you forgot, when Lee and I were traveling on a mission together, we saw you vomiting at the Oak Tavern, then we found out you were a 'fringe' brought you back when you went to the bathroom to change. That tavern over there is really nice and worth a trip." Anna suddenly interjected herself into the conversation between the two.
"No, at that time it was clear that we met the 'follower' and escaped back!" Logan retorted.
"'Follower', are you kidding me? How could we come back if we encountered a 'follower'?" Anna foxed.
"Is that so?" Lee's memory seemed to be confused as well, "I don't remember much at the time, I'd need to check the archives from that time to be able to do that."
"What about 'Shirley'?" Logan was near frantic.
"'Shirley'?" Lee and Anna looked at each other, "Our memories are off?"
"Let me recall what happened." Lee abruptly closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the white suit he was wearing!