The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 4 Containment Operations
Hearing the sound, Barr opened his mouth a little dissatisfied and was about to say something.

But I heard that Ai Wen, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said with a smile: "Since you are so worried, why don't you put handcuffs on me?"

Unexpectedly, the other party sneered and shook his head.

"Heh, I'm an archaeologist of Sequence Eight, and a generalist of Sequence Nine has the ability to understand mechanical structures that ordinary people can't match. This is common sense!"

"So, don't play those smart things in front of me that think that handcuffing you will make us let our guard down."

Then Barr suddenly came over, leaned close to Ivan and said word by word: "I will keep an eye on you, Ivan Stimson!"

"No matter what you want to do, this incident was caused by you to curry favor with your classmates and take them to the damn ruins, so you bear the greatest responsibility."

Warm breath gently brushed Aiwen's cheeks, but what Barr, who thought he would hear sophistry, did not expect that the nasty psychopath in front of him pouted his lips violently towards him.

"Damn bastard, he really is a lunatic!"

He didn't swindle any information, but was disgusted by the other party, and Barr, who looked panicked, covered his cheeks and opened the distance again cursing.

In this regard, Ai Wen chuckled and put his hands around his chest, and said meaningfully:

"Actually, I think you should worry about yourself. After all, the next action may be more dangerous. You can't just rely on your ridiculous punk equipment, but also make full use of your walnut-like brain."

"equipment?"

After filtering out the cold wave and hot sarcasm in the words, a hint of suspicion suddenly appeared on Barr's face.

"Can you see it?"

"The eyes can deceive you, but you can make the most of your other senses."

Alvin shook his head, raised his finger and pointed to his ear:

"For example, before, when you stepped into the carriage, there were heavy footsteps, but in view of the next action, and the existing technology, you should also bring a bunch of flashy things with your ass."

"But I don't think so!" Barr sneered.

Although Aiwen gave a clear enough explanation, he still had doubts on his face. He found a cloth strip from nowhere and wrapped it tightly around the opponent's head, leaving only the nostrils that he could barely use to breathe.

The field of vision that could still see through the faint light was once again plunged into darkness. In the unusually silent carriage compartment without the sound of conversation, the sounds from the street became clearly audible.

Outside the trembling carriage, the hoarse voice of the newsboy, the enthusiastic calls of the peddlers, the roaring machines of the factory, the angry quarrels, and the devout and solemn prayers filled Aiwen's ears, and he refused to leave for a long time.

Finally, amidst the sound of dense footsteps, the carriage stopped slowly, and then he was taken out of the carriage again. When he was about to get out of the carriage, he was bumped and staggered, almost falling directly from the carriage.

In this regard, Ivan, whose head was tightly wrapped, snorted twice, and could only quietly follow the re-division. Barr was in charge of the initial screening, and the lady used the ceremony to further screen those who had close contact. student.

The other team, led by Captain Dick and assisted by the relatively inexperienced Upton, led most of the police officers into the school and completely sealed off the area around the auditorium.

After a relatively long walk, the familiar melodious bell sounded from a distance, and the cloth strip on Aiwen's head was finally taken off by Barr.

Looking around the bright classroom, there are rows of tables and chairs with transparent primers, and figures of different heights, shorts, fats and thins are lying on the tables, sometimes looking up at the blackboard, sometimes bowing their heads and writing quickly.

On the podium, wearing a gray robe, wearing a round felt hat, with high cheekbones on both sides of the cheeks, a thin middle-aged teacher knocked on the blackboard with the words "Development of Modern Mechanical Technology", and said in a brisk tone:

"That's it for today's lesson."

Then he quickly packed up his books, turned around and left the increasingly noisy classroom, and paused after he came to the door and glanced at Ivan.

Facing the corridor, surrounded by a large group of police officers, Barr cautiously asked:
"I'm Mister Pichai, a substitute teacher here. What's the matter? Mr. Inspector."

"Someone reported that Tingen City Technical College had carried out a very bad reselling of ancient relics, and a comprehensive investigation is needed."

After finishing speaking, Barr waved his hand, and the police officers on standby on both sides rushed into the classroom, and he himself began to question the gray-haired teacher in front of him.

Seeing that everyone was busy, Aiwen walked into the classroom as if no one was there, flipped through the neatly written notes on the desk with great interest, then turned his head and cast his gaze out of the bright window.

Even though the sky outside the window was shrouded in dark clouds, it was indescribably gloomy, but as far as the eyes could see, there was no gray-white mist that isolated everything in the previous dream.

He knows that even if this is just a world distorted by his subconscious mind, even if he loses his original powerful power, his well-trained consciousness still exists, allowing him to make full use of his senses.

For example, he was blindfolded from the moment he walked out of the interrogation room, but the narrow corridor and the upward stairs made it easy for him to judge that he should have been underground all the time.

After that, the tall captain asked the two team members to take him to Tingen City Technical School first, and he and the lady who made a sound like high-heeled shoes went to the police station to ask for assistance, and they met again later.

This shows that the organization of the other party should not be an official unit, but at least it plays a role similar to that of the secret police.

"Hehehe...Of course, the person wearing high heels is not necessarily a lady. The secret police may also be the court."

In the corridor, Barr, who had just finished his inquiry, walked into the classroom and asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

Ai Wen pointed to the door, and the middle-aged teacher who was arranged to be next door by the other party for further screening had an even more unscrupulous smile on his face.

"If I were you, after discovering dangerous objects, I would evacuate and transfer the surrounding people as soon as possible, and then arrange special personnel to detonate, instead of putting everyone together with a time bomb."

"Of course, if you feel scared, I can help you with the EOD work."

Due to the constraints of the occasion, even though he was very angry, Barr could only squeeze out a sentence through his teeth: "Incidents involving extraordinary factors are not as simple as you imagine!"

Then he took a deep breath, suppressed his sullen emotions, casually pointed to a girl in the classroom who was being questioned, and changed the topic: "Think about your purpose for coming here first!"

As soon as the voice fell, the smile on Aiwen's face disappeared instantly. He frowned tightly and did not cast his gaze in the direction Barr pointed, but cast his gaze on the other's sharp-edged cheeks.

……

"Name!"

"Melissa Moretti"

"Belief?"

"Goddess of the Night..."

In the classroom of the second class of the steam and mechanical technology department of the Tingen City Technical School, Melissa looked at the podium with a confused expression. Barr, who was wearing an inspector uniform and was carrying a huge black metal box, was very familiar with the other side. figure.

Turning his head to the side, the police officer, who was taking notes one by one, asked:
"Mr. Police, may I ask what happened?"

Hearing the sound, the young police officer glanced at the same young inspector on the podium, but with a stern face and the logo of the Fifth Special Operations Group on his chest, and then said to Melissa, who had bright eyes and a pretty face:
"You just have to answer the questions."

"Well, next question, do you know Alvin Stimson, John Deere, Marian..."

The young police officer suddenly reported a lot of names, and Melissa, who didn't know why, thought about it seriously for a while.

Only then pointed to the boy on the podium who was wearing a linen cotton shirt, black suspender trousers and brown big-toed leather shoes, with slightly messy black hair and replied:
"I know Alvin Stimson. He is Jenny's brother and our neighbor. As for the others, they are all my classmates..."

"Marian didn't come to class today."

"Also...you Dawn, they are all gone!"

Melissa spoke as if raving, everything she knew.

As if to verify her words, the noisy voices in the classroom instantly became sparse. Ivan squinted his eyes and looked around, only to find that about ten seats were vacant.

The desk that was piled with textbooks and notes before was now clean, as if they had never appeared before.

(End of this chapter)