The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 8
"Tattoo!"

Ivan's uncontrollable laughter angered the lady across the long table. She knocked heavily on the slender silver pipe on the edge of the table, with unconcealable anger in her tone:
"Alvin Stimson, tell me what happened?"

"He looks like he's going crazy!"

Outside the one-way glass window where the light from the chandelier couldn't reach, the gray-haired old Deke looked at the captain beside him with some worry, and said carefully, "How about... we invite the Nighthawks to try?"

Under the suggestion of old Dike, the rough-faced Dick pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, hesitated for a while, and then sighed:
"Let's try again!"

But just when he raised his hand and was about to pull down the joystick of the dream instrument again, he heard almost roaring shouts from the interrogation room.

"Wait, I say! Mister Pichai took that box..."

Almost at the same time, in a gray-and-white detached villa on the banks of the Hoy River in Tingen, Mister Pichai sat blankly at the desk, his gaze swept across the astrolabe he had just drawn in surprise, and he came up with the Astrological results.

Turning to look at the other side, it looks bumpy, but there is a rectangular box with a brand new copper knife in the middle, and can't help but whisper to himself:
"Fate has deviated from the original track, and false memories have covered the past... What's going on here?"

On the other side, in the low-cost apartment on Iron Cross Street in Tingen, after Klein used his spiritual vision to come to the conclusion that there was no obvious problem, he gently patted Melissa, who was constantly sobbing, with his palm. He comforted me aloud:

"It's over, Melissa, it's going to be all right!"

Melissa, who had almost collapsed after witnessing the tragic scene in Tingen City Technical College, and dozens of students died, fell into a deep sleep.

Klein then closed the door lightly, came to the living room and sighed worriedly: "Transcendent events are really dangerous!"

Although, he didn't know what happened to the Mechanical Heart team in the North District.

But according to what Captain Dunn said, according to the news from the police officers on the scene, the Mechanic Heart team was carrying powerful equipment and was performing tasks at the Technical School in Tingen City, and their captain even reached the level of Sequence Seven.

But the result was quite tragic. Several ordinary police officers died, and two members of the Heart of the Machine team were seriously injured. The impact of the failure of the final operation was very bad. Many teachers and students witnessed the bloody battle between the extraordinary.

So much so that Melissa, who was teaching in the classroom at that time, was severely stimulated.

"The above is all I know!"

In the interrogation room, Aiwen omitted the fragments of the emperor's apparition and the images he saw in his memory.

From the time when I fooled the young police officers to go to the auditorium for support, to entering the auditorium and trying to seal the crying angel statue, but was affected and unable to extricate myself, I recounted it in detail.

In the end, all the abnormalities were pushed to Mister Pichai, making him the instigator of everything and the final Boss.

Instead of the clown being teased in the dream.

"So, you were also affected by that statue?" The lady whose face was hidden in the shadow of the chandelier thoughtfully tapped on the edge of the long table with a slender silver pipe in her hand.

"Obviously!" Ivan smiled, knowing that the other party was doubting himself, and then turned to the darkness on the left where the lights could not reach, and said seriously: "Otherwise, I wouldn't be tied here by you to take care of me, would I?"

For him, after surviving the initial torture of the Golden Throne, repeated reincarnation in countless subconsciously fabricated worlds, the pain and chaos brought about by him was completely immersed.

It is not completely unacceptable that the dream becomes reality, or that everything that has been experienced before is an illusion.

After all, under the baptism of the evil god of the subspace, unless he becomes a "leading party" like Horus, it is unavoidable, especially after sitting on the golden throne.

Moreover, from the countless fragmented images of the future shown by the emperor in his dream, he not only saw himself alone and helpless, but was sucked into a human by the golden throne time and time again.

There are also some, strange and weird futures.

But all of this needs time to verify, and in this first second of eternity, what he lacks most is time!
What troubled him a little was that the extraordinary people in front of him still seemed to have a grudge in their hearts, trying to figure out what happened, and couldn't help but start to worry that he would be sent into that damned dream again by the other party.

Finally, after repeated questioning and answering, the interrogation came to an end.

The iron door of the interrogation room was reopened, and Ivan saw the tall captain again.

At the same time, probably because of "leniency for confession", he was not left in the secret room this time, but the captain himself untied the iron seat from the shackles.

Leading him out of the dark and narrow secret room, through compartments full of various instruments and complex machinery, to the long corridor illuminated by gas lamps for 24 hours.

Sweeping across both sides of the L-shaped corridor, there are library, pharmacy room, chemical laboratory, mechanical laboratory, utility room, dressing room and rest room in order from the inside to the outside. There are strange words written on the door, but it is not ugly. Understand the logo.

Ai Wen suddenly raised his eyebrows, and guesses such as the possible consequences if he escaped immediately appeared in his mind.

But after a while, he quickly suppressed these unrealistic thoughts.

Glancing at the captain Dick who was leading the way, he opened his slightly rough hands into fists, and unconsciously sensed a trace of very thin, strange power similar to psionic energy circulating in his body.

After carefully experiencing it, he realized in an instant that not only had he lost his powerful spiritual power, but his body had also become extremely weak.

Not to mention the mortal warriors of the Astra Militarum and the Krieg Legion, even civilians whose genes have evolved significantly after the 40th millennium are incomparable.

And judging from the performance in the dream, these so-called transcendents are not just superficial, but also possess strange weapons with backward technology but acceptable power.

Depressing the thought of fleeing, and secretly comparing the opponent's combat power in his heart, Aiwen walked through the long corridor in silence, and finally stood in front of a door near the depth of the corridor.

"Because the impact of this case is very bad, for the sake of further investigation and your own safety, we decided to let you stay temporarily for further observation."

The tall captain Dick next to him opened the door, pointed to the room less than ten square meters and said:
"This is your current lounge. Someone will bring your dinner over in the evening."

Wei Wei nodded calmly and walked slowly into the room, the iron door behind him was slowly closed, making a special soft sound when the door lock spring rebounded.

Looking up, in the not-so-spacious living room, the same dark gas lamp as in the corridor casts a dim yellow light, reflecting only a narrow single bed, separated from the opposite side by a partition, placed Closed room of the toilet.

In addition, on the rough brick wall, the steel triangular frame is very strong, filled with symbols such as steam, gears, and levers, and it looks like a triangular badge with a strange shape.

Not far away, a sign with the words "No Smoking" written in weird characters is shining brightly under the dim gas light.

"It's kind of like a brig."

Ai Wen smiled, turned around unceremoniously and lay directly on the thin bed, squinting his eyes as if closing his eyes and resting his mind.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that he didn't find anything unusual, and he didn't feel like he was being spied on, that he began to reorganize his thoughts.

While recalling, I began to pray silently in my heart, the prayer in the Holy Word of the State Church:

We believe in one Lord, the Emperor!
Almighty ruler over all things, both seen and unseen;

We believe in one Lord, Emperor of Mankind, and one Creator;
Eternal Father of men, man of men, light of light, lord of lords!
The One Who Created Humanity,
by him all things were made;

He came down from heaven for us and our redemption;

Be the personification of the Holy Spirit, come among us;

For our sake he conquered chaos;

Withstood death and ascended to the throne!

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(End of this chapter)