Beldan City, inside a bar.

Roy, Byers, Phil, and Pasha sit around a small round table, sipping South Wales beer.

They didn't talk much, listening with a smile to the drunkards at the next table discussing extraordinary powers and occult events.

"Before, hey, I saw those Fassacs in Beardan not only look like bears, but also drove the flames and made them throw out like javelins!"

"No .... really extraordinary power?"

"Haha, that's what you didn't know. One day I was drunk and slept near the cemetery. I saw the people in the Church at Night coming out with a few ghosts, oh ghosts! They floated in the air, very scary!"

...

The drunkards said that they did not know if they had experienced it in person, or they had heard things. They talked soaring and their faces turned red.

"They are like this. They are more excited only after drinking. They always like bragging. They are usually very distressed." Byers is a local resident of Beltan, and he explained a few words. "Since the coal mine resources have dried up, young people have gradually After leaving Beldan for Conston and Beckland, the atmosphere is getting more and more depressing, and the city is getting more and more gray. "

The man, who was less than thirty, also worked as a miner when he was young, and fortunately did not die on the mine, so his skin was very dark.

His exposed muscles are not too exaggerated, but they give a feeling of steel.

As the leader of several people, Roy smiled:

"What they are saying may be facts, not bragging. The previous war did expose the extraordinary power to many people, especially the soldiers who participated directly, as long as they are alive, they have corresponding experiences.

"Also, this has brought a lot of encounters, making some extraordinary people who have never had the opportunity to meet extraordinary powers and true mysticism."

The way he expressed it was implicit, as if talking about other people's affairs, but in fact, this was exactly the experience of the four of them.

Byers and Roy were soldiers who participated in the siege of Beldan City. Phil was once looted by the Fassac, but fortunately did not die. Pasha and her past citizens were seduced in the street fight. A few Intis soldiers.

They all witnessed the death of many friends and gained extraordinary strength for various reasons.

Then, due to the chaos brought about by the war, they were either separated from the army, or evaded on their own initiative, and they were not known by the official forces. Slowly, they knew each other and became friends in the warmth of holding a group.

This time, they came to Baird's hometown, Beldan, in search of relatives and friends who might have survived each other.

"The reality of this world is far beyond our imagination." Pasha, with long dark gold hair and dark blue eyes, said with emotion.

She is only twenty years old and her facial features are not bad, but she has no excess meat on her face, so that the contours of her bones are obvious, and she looks a lot older than her actual age.

"In the future, we will have different lives." Roy, who has the typical Rune characteristic on the hairline, raised his glass and said, "Toast for a new future ..."

He didn't stop talking, and suddenly someone screamed in the bar lobby.

Roy and others have some experience and are busy raising their vigilance and setting their sights on the past.

They seemed to be extremely distressed when they saw a young man in ordinary clothes falling to the ground and rolling back and forth.

Under the dim yellow gas wall lamp, everyone found that behind the young man, the clothing was unfurled, revealing traces of blood red, which seemed to be beaten by a leather whip.

However, none of the people around him was holding a leather whip, and the victim just screamed, unless he was whipped countlessly at that instant.

But then, how could nobody be aware?

"... he has a wallet in his hand ... Is this something to do with the abnormality just now?" Phil, who was thin in shape, glanced at it and considered it, "I'll take it for a look?"

Roy thought for a moment, and nodded softly:

"be careful."

Phil said "um", walked out of the small round table area, and approached the young man who no longer rolled, but hummed quietly, with the cover of the crowd.

He quietly reached out his left hand, aiming at the seemingly ordinary leather wallet.

"what!"

Phil screamed abruptly, watching his left hand break off with his wrist and crashing to the ground.

At the break, blood spewed and splashed on the faces and bodies of people around.

The scene solidified as soon as the drunken drunkards were stunned, swallowed their saliva, then turned around and ran wildly towards the door and the corner!

"Weird ... no one attacked me!" Phil nearly fainted with pain, but still insisted to tell Roy, Byers and Pasha about his "experience."

Roy stared at the light and said decisively:

"Let's leave here first!"

He then turned his head and said to Byers:

"Pick up Phil's hand and keep it. I remember that the medical doctor Webber I knew was also a Berdan. When he returned from the army, he opened a private clinic. He can effectively treat this wound."

The medic named Weber was also an extraordinary person. He participated in the Southern War and was gradually promoted. With transcendental medicine, it is said that he can sew off limbs and make them as flexible as before.

"Okay," Byers replied without hesitation.

He took the first few steps, took out a wooden box, picked up Phil's broken hand, and put it in.

At the same time, Pasha used the magical ointment that she bought earlier to initially stop the bleeding of Phil's wound and made a certain bandage.

Immediately after, a group of four left the bar.

After several inquiries, they finally found the Weber Clinic with the help of passers-by.

The clinic had not yet closed, and the light from the gas street lamp spread out and it became yellow.

Roy politely rang the doorbell and heard the sound of dingles echoing in and out.

However, for several minutes, no one came to meet them.

"Drunken?" Pasha glanced at the painful Phil and made a speculative guess.

Roy shook his head:

"I remember Weber is not an alcoholic. He has no bad habits except for being more romantic, maybe he is ..."

During the conversation, the man of medium build with frost marks on his face tentatively pushed the door hinge and found that it was not locked, but just covered up.

With the door open, Roy, Byers and others saw two figures.

The two figures hung in the center of the clinic, and were shaken gently by the wind blowing outside the door.

One was a man in his thirties in a white coat, and the other was a young girl in a nurse outfit. They had naked lower bodies, eyes protruding, mouths half open, tongues squeezed out, and were hanged from the ceiling by invisible rope , Expression is both fear and despair, but full of daze.

"Weber ..." Roy recognized the hanged man.

He, together with Pasha, Phil, and Byers, felt a coolness behind him, wondering why such a thing happened, and what kind of terror such unknown might bring.

boom!

The sound of a chair falling to the ground came from the side, waking up Roy and others who were a little stunned.

They looked around and saw a lady with a baby standing up anxiously, whispering in panic and confusion:

"They're cheating ..."

What is the necessary connection to this? Roy took a secret breath and felt that it shouldn't be long here.

He busy commanded:

"go!"

He did not allow Pasha to appease the lady, nor did he attempt to obtain disinfectants and bandages at the clinic.

Byers swallowed saliva, turned quickly, and left the clinic with great caution.

For Phil, the unknown terror completely overwhelmed the pain in his left hand.

"What happened?" Phil asked with a twitch in his face after turning to another street.

"How do I know?" Byers replied blurtly, feeling slightly out of control.

Roy glanced left and right, exhaling:

"calm.

"It should be terrible together, something extraordinary beyond our imagination."

"Yes, it's all too weird, it's probably only for this reason." Pasha nodded in agreement.

"So what shall we do?" Phil asked hurriedly.

Roy thought about it:

"Try to leave Beardan.

"Also, analyze the previous experience and summarize the laws contained in it.

"None of us can guarantee that we won't encounter that kind of anomaly again. Only by mastering the laws in it can we guarantee our safety.

"Yes." Byers calmed down and agreed with Roy.

They discussed as they walked, and gradually got some ideas.

"Weber lied before he was hanged, and Phil tried to take that wallet before his hands were cut off. This is a kind of theft ..." Pasha concluded the two things in common.

... Roy got inspired:

"Is it because they did something illegal?"

"How is that possible?" Byers and Phil responded in unison.

As soon as the words fell, they suddenly had a corresponding guess, and their expressions were gradually solemn.

"Perhaps, there is an invisible law enforcer, and this is the essence of this extraordinary incident ..." Baiers thought.

Roy hummed:

"This may be great.

"Next, we pay attention to our actions."

Pasha and others nodded, walking more cautiously down the street,

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Municipal Square and saw many people standing around the notice board at night.

"Notice?" Roy and others glanced at each other, suspecting that it was a reminder of the extraordinary event by the official forces.

Therefore, they moved closer and looked at the announcement on the wooden sign with the help of the gas street light.

There was a piece of white paper in the center of the place, and there was a piece of yellow paper under the white paper, which seemed to be supplementary explanation.

During a quick glance at the announcement, the eyes of Roy, Pasha, and others gradually became frightened, and they seemed to understand a little bit about the root of the matter.

After reading the white paper, their eyes fell on the yellow paper:

"All citizens are invited to arrest foreigners together, and all means can be used."

Arresting foreigners ... Roy and others were so nervous, they instinctively looked at the citizens around the notice board.

It seemed that their gaze was noticed, and the citizens turned around and turned their attention to them.

Under the dim light of the gas street lamp, that eye seemed to flash with a strange light.

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