Mysterious journey

Bang! ! !

In a large and empty cathedral, a black figure was instantly smashed against the wall, like a butterfly stuck to a spider web. The figure opened its arms and was stuck by countless lit green silk strands on the wall behind it, unable to move.

He opened his mouth and roared wildly, but no sound came out. This figure was completely black, as if his whole body was made up of black shadows. He had no face at all, and only a little bit of white light inside the mouth could be seen when he opened his mouth.

"What kind of dream is this?" Garen stood in the middle of the church inexplicably. He seemed to feel that there were eyes on him from all directions. Looking around, he couldn't see anyone except himself, only the one who was stuck to the wall. The black figure is on it.

This was the first time he had such a dream, and everything around him was completely new to him. He was 100% sure, because every pattern on the surrounding church walls gave him an unusual sense of strangeness.

"Hesas?" He whispered, but there was no reaction in his mind.

He raised his head and looked at the black human figure struggling on the opposite wall. The man opened his mouth wildly and roared, trying to break free from the network above. But that weird green death is getting tighter and tighter.

Garen tried his best to keep his attention and not let himself be distracted by everything around him, otherwise the dream would turn into a mess again.

He paid careful attention to everything around him. The church is blurry and chaotic, and the surrounding patterns can clearly be seen clearly, but if you look closely, they are all blurry.

There are tall golden statues erected on both sides of the surroundings, each of them holding a long sword with both hands on the ground, more than ten meters high.

Garen raised his feet and walked slowly in the church. He walked under the stuck figure and reached out to touch the huge green silk screen. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a transparent layer between him and the silk screen. The glass-like compartment, all he touched was the hard and smooth surface of the compartment.

Woo.

A faint sound came to his ears in a daze, and Garen's vision became slightly blurred, and his eyes suddenly blurred for a moment.

"Hmm" He opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the recliner.

The dream just now was so real and novel that it was still fresh in his memory when he woke up.

He was lying on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor, and the alarm on his cell phone was ringing rhythmically next to him. That was the alarm clock at the time he had set in advance.

Pulling off his pajamas, Garen got off the sofa and stood up. The small living room was silent. The maids had all gone back to their rooms to rest. At night, the open floor-to-ceiling window curtains in the living room were blown up by the wind. From the outer balcony, The wind blew in one after another.

Garen walked to the balcony and looked out.

Some of the lights in the distance are fixed and some are moving. Only one or two shops on the opposite street are still open, and the rest are closed. From time to time, a few motorcycles will fly by, breaking the complete silence.

He picked up his phone from the coffee table. There were text messages from Raphael, information from his parents, and even a message from Jason, urging him to go back and check it out sometime.

There was also a message from a bald man.

Ever since he lost one eye, this guy has always been resentful of Leiber's daughter and wanted revenge, but he didn't take any action under Galen's intimidation. But his character became more and more cruel.

Click on the bald information.

‘Clues about the mask were discovered, there was such a mask at a private exhibition in an ancient family collection in Europe. We are negotiating with the other party and hope to acquire it, but the other party is a bit resolute and does not intend to sell the mask. Looking for another way. ’

The time the text message was sent was eleven o'clock last night. Garen looked at the current time and saw it was three twenty-five in the morning.

It should be around eight or nine in the morning over there with the bald head.

Galen sent a text message directly to the other party.

‘You can reveal a little bit of his identity. If he is willing to take action, he can gain our Nighthawk’s friendship to a certain extent. ’

After waiting for a while, there was a reply quickly.

‘Boss, I’m afraid it’s difficult. Our Nighthawk has almost no market in Europe, and the main areas are occupied by mercenaries here. It would be easy to deal with in Africa, but here. But now it seems that there is a breakthrough. ’

‘Let them go with whatever conditions they need. As long as it’s not excessive, you can agree to it, but remember the bottom line. ’ Gallon replied.

'clear. ’

Garen put down his cell phone. At this time, he could vaguely feel the unusualness of the black copper mask. After wearing this mask on his face, he could still intermittently emit a subtle flow of potential energy into his body.

Garen clearly remembered that he had absorbed all the potential points before, but now a new potential aura appeared.

This immediately increased his curiosity about the mask.

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"I promised you, Bassetina. I will not interfere in your private life until you are twenty years old." In a gorgeous study room, a white-haired old man was saying to a young girl in a low and serious tone.

"You are nineteen years old this year. You will soon turn twenty and hold a twentieth birthday party. I, your mother, and your grandma all hope that you can share the business of being the pillar of the family." The old man paused. After a pause, "If you like collecting, we'll let you do that. If you like fighting, we support it. You also like making movies. It doesn't matter. However, you must clearly understand that your future is different from that of your companions. Ours The career, the career that the elders have worked hard for, needs you to grasp and maintain it, so as not to let our hard work go to waste. This is your responsibility as a member of the family. It is also the price you should pay to enjoy all this."

The young girl was wearing a white T-shirt and ripped jeans. She looked just like an ordinary delinquent girl. The girl was tall and thick, and her face looked a bit like a man's. There was no trace of beauty. She was the kind of girl that makes people rack their brains and can't figure it out. Figure out the type of compliment.

The skin on the body has large pores and is neither white nor black, but has a dirty yellow color. She has short hair that is as dry as withered weeds, small eyes, a big nose and a big mouth. As a young girl, she has indeed inherited all the shortcomings of her parents, but she has not inherited any of their advantages.

At this time, she listened to her grandfather's scolding with all her ears, but her heart felt peaceful.

"Aren't you still twenty years old? I know what to do after my birthday." Basetina replied calmly.

"What we're afraid of is that you don't understand." Grandpa retorted. "You have to clearly distinguish what is serious. In this world, only power is the most powerful thing and the sharpest weapon. The second is money. Until now, you are still chasing meaningless things."

"That's not meaningless." Basetina retorted, "Any field that reaches the top is dazzling and powerful."

"So what? Our relationship can bring you world-class movie stars, world-class fighting coaches, and the best antiques. The top people in these fields only make tens of millions of dollars a year. With an income of hundreds of millions at most, public opinion is controlled by those of us behind the scenes. They fade out, cool down, and are squeezed out of the industry. It is too easy to block them." The old man answered nonchalantly.

"The people will not be fooled so easily." Basetina frowned.

"You are wrong." The old man shook his head. "People are most likely to be deceived because they cannot see the facts at the first time. This era is the age of science and technology. Anything that is true can become false, and anything that is false can be become real,”

"Forget it, I don't want to argue with you. I understand what you mean. I will be ready." Basetina stood up, patted her pants, turned around, opened the door and walked out of the study.

After coming out of Grandpa's place and driving slowly along the tree-lined path, Basetina felt a deep sense of unwillingness in her heart.

Facing the huge family, she seemed so weak and fragile. The social circle she worked so hard to build was nothing but a joke in the eyes of her family. They could easily destroy all her relationships and completely isolate her.

But she does not give in. She loves collecting and fighting, and spends a lot of money and energy on these two things every year.

Taking out her cell phone, she dialed a friend's number.

‘Hey Jiamu? How's the latest show going? ’

'What? You have something to do at home, so you probably won’t be able to attend the exhibition? ’

‘Okay, okay, how about we meet up in the afternoon and go shopping? Just think of it as a way to relax, is there something urgent? All right.'

After hanging up the phone, Basetina dialed another number again.

‘Chris what are you doing? What! Are you moving? I'll come over and see you off soon! ’

'No? Alright alright.'

Another friend has become inexplicably cold.

Bassetina has already felt that the big web woven by her family is gradually beginning to close, and she is unable to resist.

Gritting her teeth, she dialed a number again, but this time the other party didn't answer at all, and no one answered.

Number after number is constantly being changed.

Calls from friends, fellow enthusiasts, members of a society, and collection associations were either not answered or brought bad news. Even most of the members of the collection association she organized had withdrawn from membership, and the entire association was on the verge of collapse.

boom!

"Shit!"

Bassetina punched the steering wheel hard, and the car suddenly stopped, followed by a sound of brakes.

Her circle is so fragile, and no one can resist the pressure from her family. It is pressure from all areas of society, which is heavy and suffocating.

Continuously, she tried phone numbers one after another, but all the calls were either despairing silence or polite rejections.

Gradually, she expanded the scope to anyone she knew and exchanged phone numbers with. She dialed the numbers one by one, but the result was still helpless and despairing. She thought that the huge and complex network of relationships seemed extensive, but it was still under the control of the family's power, without exception.

With increasing despair.

Finally, with her last hope, she made a phone call.

That was the number of a stranger I met when I went to the United States to participate in a fighting exchange competition. She is trying to find places where the family power cannot reach.