messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 77

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lawrence would never have believed what was happening before his eyes.

This violated all the ideas he had accepted since he was a child, and the scene in front of him was hard to describe with common sense and logic.

The powder that the black stone shattered slipped from his fingers, and then scattered into wisps that were hard to see, and the black mist began to gather in front of him.

The fog became more and more thicker, until finally it almost filled the small room.

They are intertwined and gather toward a center, slowly outlining a human form, a black human form.

At the same time, Lawrence felt something like a contract appeared in his mind, and he had obviously signed his name on this contract, and he could not repent.

That black stone actually summoned something unknown.

Lawrence watched the figure gradually take shape in the black fog in front of him, trying his best to maintain his composure.

He picked up the pistol on the table and held it in his hand.

After the human figure was completely formed by the fog, the black fog gradually dissipated, and the figure walked out of the fog, and the black material covering it slowly faded away.

At this time, Lawrence finally saw the appearance of the thing he summoned.

She is a person, a girl, with short black hair, black eyes, and wearing a black robe.

"At the beginning of the apostles, they followed the call, and they were sent after listening."

The girl who claimed to be an apostle lowered her head and said to Lawrence in a hoarse voice.

On the sofa, Lawrence raised his pistol, pointing the gun at the girl.

"what are you?"

he asked quietly.

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"despair."

The clock hanging on the wall has reached two o'clock in the morning.

"So, your task is to fulfill all my demands, and then take away the evil from me?"

In the dim room, Lawrence held up the gun in his hand, frowned and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Yes." Chu replied calmly.

She didn't know why the summoner pointed that strange black object (pistol) at herself, but it seemed that it should be a weapon, and she seemed to have a little impression, in her long-term memory.

Lawrence's frown deepened. It took him three hours to basically understand the general situation of this summoning in the Q&A at the beginning of the same day.

But no matter how you say it, this incident is too bizarre.

This doesn't seem like something that would happen in reality at all, and as a price, things like sin are too illusory.

He has no way to fully understand the contract he signed, which makes him feel difficult to grasp, and he hates this feeling.

However, he couldn't refuse the contract.

Through understanding, he understood that as an envoy, Chu possesses abilities far beyond what normal people can match.

And these abilities are exactly what he desperately needs now, enough to change the power of this city.There is no need to rely on those forces that he hates, it only needs to be done through the people in front of him.

The arrival of Chu gave him a hope.

Chu Chu may be the opportunity he has been waiting for, and he may be the chosen one.

Lawrence sat on the sofa, looked at Chu, and put down the gun in his hand.

With his hands crossed in front of him, his eyes were lowered, staring at the table, the index finger of his right hand trembling slightly, tapping the back of his left hand.

He was thinking, thinking about the pros and cons of this contract.

He seems to be the strong side in this contract, but in fact he may become the weak side at any time.

Because he doesn't understand this contract at all, he can't understand its authenticity, he doesn't understand the mysterious power, whether it's the beginning or the things behind it, it's unknown to him.

Therefore, this contract is likely to be deceptive, and the things to be taken away at the beginning are far more than sins.

Just like the contracts signed between demons and humans in those fairy tales, at the beginning, people would think that they were the ones who benefited, but in the end they would all be devoured by the demons bit by bit.

But Lawrence didn't mind selling himself. This was what made him different from others. He didn't mind selling everything he had if he could achieve his goal.

He's had enough of feeling powerless, he's had enough of watching civilians get shot, he's had enough of not being able to protect anyone.

He has had enough of what he insisted on being trampled on by others wantonly.

The police in this city are a joke, and the fog has covered up justice without a trace.

If he could change all this, he would pay any price.

With a final tap of his index finger, Lawrence seemed to have made up his mind.

He raised his head to look at Chu who was standing in front of him. On the face of the vicissitudes of life, his eyes were firm, and he also suppressed some twisted attachments.

"So, at the beginning, my request was to help me change this city."

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The next morning.

The sun shone through the screened windows into the old rental house, and the air was filled with dust.

On the sofa, Lawrence woke up, his hair was a little messy, and the stubble on his chin looked even more embarrassing.

Blocking the sunlight on his face with his hands, Lawrence sat up from the sofa.

He felt a little pain in his waist. After all, he slept on the sofa all night, which was really not a comfortable thing.

As for the beginning, she was still lying on Lawrence's bed and taking a nap.

Lawrence let her rest there last night, who let there be only one bed in this small room.

Lawrence wasn't pitiful enough to let a girl sleep on the sofa.

After taking a look at Chu, who didn't seem to be up yet, Lawrence stood up and walked into the bathroom.

After simply rinsing his mouth and applying two handfuls of cold water to his face, he felt a little more awake.

He raised his head, faced the mirror of the sink, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Water slid down his cheeks as he gazed into his pale blue eyes in the mirror.

Everything last night was not a dream, the sound of running water in the sink, and the cold cheeks were telling him this.

"call."

Lawrence exhaled, his light blue eyes closed calmly and intently.

He slept very late last night, because of Chu's arrival, he had a plan, a very bold plan.

Today, he is about to start the first step of this plan.

He turned his head to look outside, and today's fog city is still filled with fog.

But he can't wait for the day when the city's fog will be cleared.

After coming out of the bathroom, Lawrence took two sets of clothes from his closet.

Throwing one set on the sofa, he took one set by himself, and started to change it in front of a mirror in the room.

What he changed into was a police officer's uniform, which, ridiculous to say the least, had almost never been worn since he came to this city.

What I have to say is that this scruffy middle-aged man still looks like a policeman after wearing a black police uniform.

There was a sound of getting up in the room.

Shichu woke up and walked behind Lawrence.

Lawrence didn't look back, and pointed to another police uniform on the sofa while putting on his tie and said.

"Put on your clothes, and then I will take you to a place. Your task is very simple, just keep my life safe."

The black robe that Chu was wearing was not suitable for appearing on the streets of this city.

On the sofa is a set of men's police uniforms. These are Lawrence's previous clothes. He is about the same height as Chu, so it should be suitable for Chu to wear.

He glanced at the clothes on the sofa for the first time, and then looked down at the black robe on himself.

Then, the black robe on her body squirmed, and changed into a police uniform after a few seconds.

Lawrence saw the changes in Chu's body through the mirror, and was taken aback for a moment, but he was soon relieved. He didn't think he would be surprised if anything strange happened to Chu's body.

After fastening his tie, Lawrence took out two pistols from a side cabinet.

He put one in his gun bag and handed the other to Chu.

At first, she didn't know how to use this weapon, but since Lawrence handed it to her, she took it and followed Lawrence's example, putting the pistol into her gun bag.

"Where are we going?"

first asked.

"The police station building." Lawrence straightened his hat brim and said.

Today is a working day.

(End of this chapter)