alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 3 1.3 Deed of God: Three days for you
Wilson couldn't help laughing when he got back to the clinic, "Haha, I just thought of that old guy's beard shaking funny, and then said—"

Wilson put on a frightened face in an instant, "Jerboa."

"I'm dying of laughter hahaha, I want to pull that old man's beard when he tells the story, it's too funny!"

Wilson rolled on the bed laughing.

Safir was not disturbed by this 'noise' and concentrated on reading Davis' medical books.

Davis didn't mind Safire's reading and learning from his family's collection of classics, but he was more than happy to share the joy of studying medicine with his precious friends.

Of course, such happiness cannot be obtained from a person like Wilson who reads a book for a while and looks like he has lice.

At dinner time, Wilson reluctantly stopped laughing.

"Let's finish talking before we eat." Davis saw Wilson move his chopsticks.

Wilson held his breath for a moment, "Pfft, what a clumsy lie."

"Well, I know that too, so, do you have any clues?"

Davis adjusted his glasses pretending to be mysterious.

……

The dawn of the morning came as promised.

"Hey, guys!" Bruno, wearing a pair of leather gloves, waved warmly to Wilson and his group.

"Hey! Hello!" Wilson's performance was also more enthusiastic, and he even pulled off one of Bruno's beards.

Bruno let out a painful "Oh".

"The etiquette of foreigners, Wilson will always do what we think is inappropriate." Davis stepped forward and stood in front of Wilson and Bruno, "Let's go, let's go to the place where the damn mouse was first found." place."

Bruno's expression was a bit complicated, and he laughed a few times, "It's really enthusiastic."

"By the way, Mr. Bruno, do you have a gun?" Davis stared into Bruno's eyes.

"Yes." Bruno showed embarrassment, "But when I was fighting with that damned mouse, the gun was broken. Why do you ask this?"

"We just need some equipment."

"Do you need the firearms left by those people before?" Bruno asked sincerely.

Wilson leaned forward without any embarrassment, full of enthusiasm: "Yes."

During the conversation, several people came to the farm vegetable garden.

Davis froze for a moment when he saw the spurting blood.

Even Safir, who has never spoken much, said, "It's cruel."

After nearly a day of exploration, after analyzing the terrain and the activity rules of the mice, several people studied a clear plan.

They decided to take action tomorrow night. Bruno, who was on the side, listened to their plans and said that he did not intend to participate in the next action due to the deep psychological shadow left before him. information.

In a flash, it was the evening of the next day.

The gradually sinking sun casts a bright red light on the earth.

The three of them came to the farm in full coats and cotton jackets, and the night in the border area was almost as cold as the temperature in the surrounding desert.

"There is indeed an unusually large mouse." Wilson wiped the gun and waited for the night to come. "I picked up the mouse's hair, but none of the blood that solidified in the ground belonged to that mouse."

"That big mouse likes to eat in one place and then change to another place, so we can clearly know that it will visit the sheep house tonight."

"Ready?" Davis asked Safire.

Sapphire just nodded.

"A long-eared jerboa can actually make this kind of blood." Wilson chuckled.

In fact, in retrospect, this matter itself is full of doubts.

The desert night is extraordinarily beautiful, but also cold and dangerous, and the stardust in the Milky Way twinkles.

There was a crackling sound from the blanket-like gravel, but the sheep in the sheepfold with the raised fence kept their eyes wide open vigilantly, even if there was plenty of tender grass around them, they couldn't feel at ease.

A swift figure with a long tail swept across the full moon and rushed towards the sheepfold quickly, raising waves of dust, and the sheep made a commotion.

The fence is a full three meters high, but for this huge long-eared jerboa, it can easily cross even ten meters.

A long-eared jerboa whistling with pleasure when it smells food.

There is also a slightly moving black muzzle in the grass in the distance.

The long-eared jerboa jumped confidently, and the moment its legs left the ground, Wilson pressed the button.

'call out'! 'call out'!
A bomb came towards the long-eared jerboa, and the cry of pain sounded together with the sound of the explosion. Its eyes were stinging, and only thick smoke and sparks remained in its field of vision. While struggling, its legs were suddenly locked in place by the iron ball. end of a long rope bundle.

The long-eared jerboa fell straight into the hole dug in the fence. Because the hole was linear, its bound legs were suspended in the hole, but its body was stuck in the hole, and it could not escape at all.

Everything looks so smooth.

but.

Things are often not as simple as they seem on the surface, and the crisis is far from over. .

Wilson, who was lurking, stared intently at the figure crouching in the grass with a shotgun in the distance, and snorted coldly, "There is even a secret passage here."

The figure was still holding a gun in his hand, and the gun was aimed at——

In the distance, Davis is walking towards a jerboa.

The unknown figure in the dark started to move slightly.

Wilson's eyes were extremely cold.

The man with the gun in the grass showed a greedy smile, and the finger holding the trigger bowed slowly.

"bump!"

The untimely gunshot was swallowed into the silent night after it sounded.

Smoke was coming from the muzzle of the gun in Wilson's hand.

The figure in the grass slowly fell down.

Time goes back to the day before yesterday.

After the three of Wilson met with the farmer.

before dinner.

"At the beginning, I could recognize the half-human tall thing as a mouse, and even told the species. This is how carefully I looked at it. It's so funny." Wilson blushed with a suppressed smile, "I guess this old thing is not good at lying. , so the edited thing is full of loopholes, if it were me, I would describe it like this."

Wilson stood up, vividly, "I heard the sound of chewing, there seemed to be something scary in the darkness, I tried my best to hold my breath, and walked in carefully, when I saw a super long tail, I almost screamed , Fortunately, I covered my mouth in time."

"I'm hungry, and I don't want to watch your performance." Davis interrupted Wilson, "I know that person is lying, but I don't know why."

"I don't know why." Wilson stopped the performance, leaning against the wall and thinking in his pocket, his glasses reflecting, "but I was shaking hands with the old guy."

Davis concluded: "He clearly has his right hand, but he extended his left hand to shake our hand, and the normal handshake is right hand, so there must be something wrong with that person's right hand."

"Yes, he has that on his right hand." Wilson's retrieval ability can not only retrieve the location of the object holder, but also roughly scan the overall life state of the person by touching related objects.

As for what Wilson said 'that', all three people present understood it self-evidently.

Safir spoke in silence with a serious expression.

"I saw."

It was as if the blue pupils were repeating the scene that happened before, "The man killed an ant with his right hand, but when he raised his right hand, the ant disappeared."

"It was replaced by a shiny golden thing." Safir stretched out his fingertips, and the faint golden light shone brightly on the fingertips. "I paid more attention. When he left, his attention was on you, so I took it off."

Wilson took it, stroking it with his fingertips, with a complicated expression on his face.

"gold."

In such a lonely late night, I don't know who it is, and let out a light sigh.

……

The beard twirled by Wilson's fingertips turned into green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

From the beginning, they knew it.

The enemy isn't just the mutated mouse.

Davis took out a purple spar from the grass, which looked inexplicably charming:
"When my father passed away, I didn't think he was dead, he just left the world physically, but the handwriting he left has always taught me that his soul has always been by my side, he left but it seems like he never Not far away, I just can't hear his voice, touch him anymore."

"But some people, I don't even think they are alive. They are just living an ignorant and mechanical life day after day in the world, leaving only a shell, and their souls have already fallen into hell."

"Davis." Wilson finally plucked up the courage to ask out the doubts in his heart.

"Will it be like this after you die?"

Turned into green smoke, no bones left.

In addition to ordinary people, there are all kinds of abilities in the world today.

Davis is also a person with abilities, who can use the power of magic crystals to heal life, and even turn around from the dead.

The farmer, Bruno, can use his right hand to turn a dying life into golden gold.

Wilson found that the souls of both the farmer and Davis were imprinted in exactly the same way.

Then, after they die, they will all turn into a magic crystal for other people to use.

"I don't know." Davis obviously didn't care about this, "Even so what."

"I'm not like this bastard."

The crystal in Davis' hand gave off a dark luster, gradually shrinking and disappearing as if melting into Davis' body, "My soul will go to heaven."

Later, Davis performed a small operation, and he took out the magic crystal in the long-eared jerboa.

Fortunately, the magic crystal was only attached to the subcutaneous tissue of the jerboa, so after the magic crystal was removed, the jerboa returned to its original state without even bandaging, and quickly rejuvenated and fled into the desert.

"Oh, my God, it's another unprofitable business." On the way back, Wilson was quite touched, "I've already thought about the ending, the farmer and the mouse fought back and forth for [-] rounds, and the final fight to the death In the movie, the farmer sacrificed heroically and killed the mouse, and the crisis on the farm was resolved~"

After leaving the farm, surprisingly, the town at night was busier than usual.

There are also some strange faces in this town.

"Ah! Found it, that's Davis."

Suddenly, a man dressed as a herdsman pointed at the approaching Davis to several burly people around him, and then greeted Davis in a panic, "Hey! Davis , your father's friend is looking for you."

Wilson looked at the group of unfamiliar faces.

Then the group blocked their way.

To be precise, it was in front of Davis.

One of the men with a scar on his face hugged Davis' shoulders, pretending to be enthusiastic, "It's a pleasure to meet you Davis, my father was rescued by your father's superb medical skills."

He took Davis in his arms without any explanation, "Come on, let's go to the tavern."

Wilson saw the tattoos on the heels of the group of people, frowned calmly, and followed closely behind Davis with Safir, but was blocked by the group intentionally or unintentionally.

The tavern's business was as good as ever in the evening, and the voices were noisy.

"I want to thank you very much and come to talk to you alone, so I invite your friends to another table." Bunier smiled, "It's not far away, here, they are there."

Davis turned his head and looked at Wilson and Safire.

Davis didn't drink the wine served, and asked straight to the point.

"whats the matter."

"I know that you who have inherited your father's career must be extremely talented, even better than your father."

"So you want me to join you?" Davis didn't wait for Bunier's foreshadowing.

Bunier nodded.

"Yes."

Davis was about to say no.

Bunier held up a finger, signaled to Davis to silence, and smiled even more.

"I'll give you three days."

(End of this chapter)