Chapter 95: Nervous
Seeing the female student suddenly collapse as if struck by a malignant disease, the people around her immediately rushed up anxiously. Yu Lianyun checked the female student’s condition and discovered that her mouth was eerily rotting, and this rotting was not coming from the outside, but radiating outward from the inside.
It was as if suddenly, corrosive sulfuric acid had grown within the tissue and muscle structure inside the female student’s mouth, eroding her mouth completely from the inside out.
Everyone was experiencing this eerie thing for the first time. In order to save the female student’s life, everyone could only send her to the hospital at the first moment.
After watching the female student being taken away on the ambulance, Shang Wei asked Yu Lianyun: “Captain Yu, did you get anything out of her?”
“Besides those few sounds that everyone heard, there was no other useful information.” Yu Lianyun shook her head. This was the first survivor she had visited, but she was no longer planning to continue visiting.
The thing that happened to the female student was like triggering some kind of restriction, seeming like some abnormal race was deliberately hiding their information.
“Go back and check to see if there have been similar things in the archives recorded by the Mysterious Group.” Yu Lianyun said to Shang Wei.
“Received.” Shang Wei nodded respectfully. He thought the same.
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Drake walked past the rocky beach named Cape of the Horizon and arrived in front of the narrow and deep tunnel he had thought of.
The tunnel was not wide, about one meter twenty or so, barely enough for two people of not too large build to walk side by side. One more person would mean rubbing shoulders. It didn’t seem to have anything special about it; at a glance, one could see the end, and the exit at the other end was about a hundred meters from his entrance.
However, it was just such a simple and ordinary tunnel, yet Drake still regarded it as the key to solving the case.
Since he had nearly been lured into the sea by some mysterious power, he must have unintentionally done the same thing as those missing people.
Drake carefully recalled this and only then confirmed the few things that he and the missing people had done that were easily overlooked: they had all walked through this narrow tunnel.
This tunnel was said to have led to an air-raid shelter before, and after slight modification, it became the ordinary tunnel that graffiti artists liked to frequent nowadays, leading straight to the famous attraction Cape of the Horizon at Liuhua Port. Most protagonists of the mysterious disappearance cases had passed through this place shortly before the incident.
Drake, who had just arrived at Liuhua Port, had not been in this port city for long and was not familiar with the roads in the city, so this tunnel with its somewhat special environment was still quite impressive to him.
Drake walked into the tunnel again. Perhaps due to psychological effect, or perhaps because the environment of this ancient tunnel was indeed excessively deep and silent, he felt a strange sensation he had not experienced before, as if pairs of eyes were gazing at him from the shadows in that secluded place.
Drake involuntarily broke out in cold sweat, frequently turning his head to scan around, but found nothing.
And just as he turned back to look behind him once, he heard a voice from behind him again. That voice was calling his name, weeping and pleading, full of humble and timid pitiful pleas.
Drake’s whole body went stiff. As a newcomer returning to his homeland, he had not befriended a single Shenzhou person in the more than thirty years he lived in the New York region. After coming here, he had always maintained his solitary style, and except for that mission contact person, he had not told his real name to anyone. So who could be the one calling his name so precisely now?
Drake stiffly turned his head back, but saw that behind him was as empty as before. However, he glimpsed a necklace left beside a moss-covered wall in the tunnel.
He steeled himself and went forward to pick up the necklace to check it.
It was a silver necklace, covered in rust spots and slick with unknown slime. Drake couldn’t help but conjecture that it might have been brought here by a wild dog or wild cat.
The pendant part of the necklace consisted of two oval silverwares the size of thumbnails, engraved with a set of runes. At first glance, they were ancient text from the Shenzhou system, but which dynasty they belonged to, Drake did not know.
He noticed that the silverware, egg-like, was hollow inside. He guessed that this thing might be able to open, so after researching the manner of opening it for a while, he finally opened it and saw the thing inside the oval silverware.
It was an old photograph of a mother and child. The woman’s features had become blurred due to scratches, time, and improper preservation, but Drake conjectured that this might be a gentle and refined beautiful mother, the woman gently holding an infant.
Unlike the woman, the child’s features were still clearly visible. He had a lively and cute look that even a yellowed old photo could not hide, a pair of round curious eyes that seemed to gaze deeply into his own through the photo.
Looking at the photo, Drake’s mood calmed down. He no longer heard the voice calling him, nor did he feel the peeping sensation. He felt that the strangeness he had sensed earlier was perhaps all due to his being overly nervous.
It was the anomaly events reported by the media and described by colleagues around him that made his heart overly sensitive. After their embellishment, those things became even more vivid and eerie, instinctively making him overly reverent toward these things.
Of course, the experience of sleepwalking last night that nearly drowned him in the sea was also the main factor that made his heart extremely unsettled earlier.
Putting this valuable necklace into his pocket, Drake walked toward the exit he came from.
When he walked out of the tunnel, the warm sun coming toward him made him feel as comfortable and pleasant as bathing in spring breeze. The cold sweat on his body slowly lost its cold temperature under the effect of the sun, and Drake felt a warmth from outside to inside.
Drake stretched lazily, planning to go nearby to eat breakfast. A boy about twelve or thirteen years old, holding a storage box with some laundry detergent brand written on it, staggered up to him, passed by his side, and finally placed the box in front of the tunnel entrance.
Drake curiously looked at the things in the storage box and found that it was full of items favored by adolescent boys, such as photo magazines with some borderline content, game consoles, game cartridges and other digital electronic products, card and figure toys, almost all the popular things among teenagers nowadays that one could think of were in the storage box.
The boy looked somewhat heartbroken and reluctant. He placed the things along with the storage box at the tunnel entrance, then took out a greeting card from his pocket and placed it on top of the storage box.
Drake felt curious about this and asked the boy: “What are you doing?”
The boy turned back and saw Drake. Probably because mixed-race people were rare, he first looked at him with surprise and curiosity for a while before explaining: “I’m sending things.”
“Sending things?” Drake was somewhat stunned. “Shouldn’t you go to the courier point for that?”
The boy shook his head: “The courier point can’t send things to my brother.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s already dead.”
Uh, last night I don’t know what happened, while typing I suddenly fell asleep… This is yesterday’s second update.
