I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 1124 Weird
Three days passed quickly, Louise suffered from insomnia, and found Quinn Manor with thick dark circles under her eyes.

"Harry, help me find out, am I also falling into a dying metamorphosis? Recently, I always feel something is wrong, as if I heard someone calling me."

Harry stared at her for a long time, really haggard, his blue eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his eyes were slightly swollen, and crow's feet appeared at the tip of his brows.

The once well-maintained firm skin was a little loose, and there were some dull gray and black spots.

The hair looks like it has been oiled, so oily that you can squeeze out a lump of "facial cleanser".

Louise is very abnormal, very wrong.

But she is very normal, without any trace of magic power, without any shadow or dark elements.

"Did you suffer from insomnia three days ago?"

Louise shook her head, "No, because I'm used to working late and very tired, and I always fall asleep when I touch the quilt. If there is no alarm clock, I can't even wake up.

After lunch at noon, I can also fall asleep in the office for half an hour.

Very heavy, wake up immediately full of energy. "

"It's only been three days, how can you tell that you have insomnia? Maybe it's just that you have been unwell for the past two days."

"There is no discomfort, and it's not my menstrual period, I have no physical and psychological problems.

But I heard someone calling me, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep! "Louis excitedly stared at her red eyes.

Dachao stroked her back with concern, and said solemnly: "In the past few days, she has been waking up suddenly from her sleep, screaming in panic, panting heavily, and looking dazed. her."

"Omika, what did I do? By the way, it's the gods!" Louise seemed to have suddenly realized, and cried out in horror: "The three goddesses of fate predicted that I had the idea of ​​exposing the truth about the hypocrisy, greed, and evil of the gods. So come to get revenge on me. Harley, you're right, they did it to me."

"Don't worry, don't panic, I'm an expert in exorcism, if the evil spirit—" Harry comforted a few words, frowned and said: "I'm sure, you are not being targeted by the evil spirit. Although you are haggard, you have not lost your energy .”

"She's like this, is she still in good spirits?" Da Chao doubted.

"Loss is different from apathy. I take away energy from you and call it 'losing', just like a balloon is punctured with a hole, the gas is lost and deflated; you haven't had a good rest, and your energy and energy are not good, which is called 'apathy' , the balloon is intact, only the valve is loose."

Harry pointed at Louise, "She's a complete balloon now, not a single hole was pierced by the evil spirit."

"Then what's going on? Is it a mental illness?" Da Chao asked.

Louise was stunned, and her expression became even more melancholy.

Harry shook his head and said, "It's definitely not mental illness."

Louise breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and said nervously, "Why is that?"

"Don't worry, listen to me first."

"Okay, you say."

"Close your eyes and recall carefully what the person who called you looked like."

Louise closed her eyes, shook her head and said, "I didn't see clearly."

"Then, judging by the sound of it, is it male or female."

"I don't know. It seems to be a man." Louise was uncertain.

"What is he saying?"

Louise recalled it for a while, then shook her head bitterly and said, "It seems that there are only 'Louise' and 'Louise Lane'."

"Well, a male transcendent who knows you but is not very familiar with it, exactly three days ago." Harry thought for a moment, and had a vague guess in his mind.

"Did you encounter any strange things or people on the day when this symptom appeared, or the day before?"

"In my impression, there shouldn't be any."

Harry looked at Da Chao, "What about you?"

"I got into a fight with the chemical man, is that a strange thing?" Da Chao said.

"What do you think?" Harry rolled his eyes at him.

"Louise, you lie down on the sofa now, try to fall asleep, and I will observe."

Just as Louise was about to lie down, Harry said again: "Go take a shower first, your hair is too oily, it's not good for sleep."

Louise blushed and explained: "I washed it last night, and I washed my hair and body together."

Louise slept peacefully on the sofa all afternoon, without any abnormality.

"But I still vaguely heard that person calling my name." She said seriously.

"Then why didn't you wake up from your sleep?" Harry asked puzzled.

"I don't know." Louise said blankly.

Harry thought for a while, then analyzed, "It's very possible that that person's yelling didn't affect your sleep.

What affects you is your own state of mind.

You know that you are in my house, and you believe that I can deal with any demons and ghosts, so you feel safe and not afraid of the "evil spirits" in your dreams. "

"Maybe, but what happened to the cry in the dream?" Louise wondered.

Harry pondered and said: "You first ask the newspaper office for two days off, and stay in the manor for these two days."

Louise hesitated: "I can work from home, only one computer is enough, and I don't need to ask for leave."

"also."

On the first night, Harley enveloped Louise's guest room with a force field of God. She slept until dawn, not as energetic as after a full sleep, nor as sluggish as before, just ordinary poor sleep.

"There are still screams."

"Has the screaming subsided?" Harry asked.

"No, it's exactly the same as before. However, you're right, my poor sleep is probably due to a psychological effect, and it didn't directly extract my soul and essence."

On the second night, Harley wrapped herself in the sandman's robe, turned into pieces of black feathers, and fell into Louise's dream.

It was a not-so-good world, the sky was gray, like a winter rain was coming, and the earth seemed to be on an alien planet.

The urban high-rise is a one-piece metal structure, which is very sci-fi.

The sky shuttles back and forth. But Louise's position is a bit like an Oscar podium in Hollywood.

"The winner of this year's 'Galaxy Best Newsman Award' is Louise Lane, the famous cosmic reporter from Earth! She defeated Lana Lang, Perry White, and Lann Mingji Goethe Bach. Congratulations to her."

"Louis, I love you and I'm so proud of you!"

Da Chao, wearing a red cape, jumped out suddenly and shouted at Louise who was shining like a queen on the stage.

"Louis, you are No.1, I am convinced." Lana Lang admired sincerely.

"Louis, you are amazing, I admire you so much. From now on, as long as you want to ask me for an exclusive interview, I will be there anytime!" "Admiral of the Galaxy" also congratulated Mingji with a full face of admiration.

Louise held the "Oscar Statue" (actually a silver pen) in her hand, looked up and laughed, "Hahahaha, hahahaha"

The whole world echoed with her triumphant and cheerful laugh.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched as he stood in the corner.

On the third morning, Harry looked meaningfully at the ruddy Louise and asked, "You had a nice dream last night, didn't you?"

Louise thought she was saying that she slept well, so she nodded naturally, "I had no dreams all night, and I slept peacefully, but the voice still hasn't disappeared."

Hearing her say "a night without dreams", Harley wanted to sneer a few words, but when she heard the following words, her expression immediately became serious.

In Louise's dream last night, she heard nothing.

Even Louise in the dream was always triumphant, she was not frightened at all, and she didn't hear any sound.

"What are my symptoms? Do you have a guess?" Louise asked.

Harry nodded slightly, "Do you still remember the dying transformation called 'Magic Transformation'? People who fall into the magical transformation will see dead acquaintances, hear their voices, and have simple conversations with them, but No one else can see them anyway.

Because they only exist in your memory, in your thoughts. "

"I fell into a magical change?" Louise said blankly.

"No, the blood in your body is very calm, and there is no sign of magical awakening. What I mean is that your symptoms are probably an unknown magical phenomenon, which is related to the metamorphosis at the end of life.

Of course, it's not like you're in a dying metamorphosis—not everyone is eligible for a metamorphosis.

I would guess that someone who knew you fell into something like a deathbed metamorphosis."

At the end, Harry's tone was a little more uncertain.

"Then am I in danger?" Louise asked.

"Theoretically, no. Even if my judgment is wrong, you don't have to be afraid, I have left the mark of heaven on your soul."

Then Harley explained the Seal of Heaven again.

"I have used the Seal of Heaven twice, the first time to save a girl named Astra, once... That time, even if the soul that was imprinted was transformed into a messenger bird by black magic, the imprint would not be destroyed.

In short, as long as the enemy is not as strong as God, it will not be able to detect it, and it will not be able to erase the mark.

In this way, even if your soul is taken away by a certain demon god, I can still chase it to its lair Well, I will take your husband to chase it to its lair immediately and rescue you. "

Louise was both moved and terrified.

"How did I encounter such bad luck?"

"If you accumulate good deeds on weekdays, you will naturally have less bad luck." Harry said.

Louise was a little unhappy when she heard this, "In life, I am kind to others, passionate about charity, and donate [-]% of my income; at work, I will risk my life to speak out for the disadvantaged groups who need justice.

My professional philosophy is also to try my best to use news to make the world more real and beautiful. "

"Then why are you unlucky?"

Louise choked, put down her fork, stood up and said, "I haven't been idle these two days, I've already written Faust's obituary, this is the third time.

Now I'm going to send it to the newspaper, the headlines will be on the front page tomorrow morning.

Then there is the bombardment of TV shows in turn to ensure that everyone remembers the hero who died. "

"Well, you go." Harry nodded, and stuffed a piece of fried egg into his mouth.

"Wait!" She chewed twice, and suddenly her face changed slightly, "Do you remember Faust?"

"What is this? I have been procrastinating for a long time, and if I don't write it, I will really forget it."

Harry said in a deep voice: "The first time, you forgot the manuscript after you finished writing it. The second time, we made a special agreement to see when you forget it, and when the news on the manuscript paper disappears, you still forget it.

This time, it was you who took the initiative to bring up Faust. "

"What, what does this mean?" Louise murmured.

Harry's eyes flashed, "You go post the news now, maybe the answer will be revealed in a few days."

The news of Faust caused quite a stir on the earth.

Not only is he famous - Louise revealed the identity of the prototype of the protagonist of his opera "Faust", but also because external forces are hyping up the news. His obituary not only made the headlines of the "Daily Planet", but Portal networks such as Gou Video Network also hyped up his legend.

On the third day when people on Earth were discussing Phoenix Faust, the aliens reposted this news again.

This time, Louise's manuscript did not disappear.

She never heard the strange cry again.

(End of this chapter)