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Chapter 229 Anomalies in the Calm

"Wake up, wake up and face another day of victory!"

The whole city resounded with a grand call. On the streets, in the city, and on high buildings, all the loudspeakers began to play the Pope's call.

Preston slowly woke up from his sleep. He felt very uncomfortable that night. He didn't know why, but he always felt that he was not in the right state.

"...Towards unity, towards glory, and standing firm!"

With the call that resounded through the city, Preston felt very uncomfortable. He stood up and looked at the other vacant bed in the room. It was supposed to be the place where his wife slept, but now it was empty.

I went to the bathroom to wash up and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was cold and my eyes were ruthless, just like the one in my dream.

suddenly!

A dark figure appeared in the corner of the mirror, and suddenly there was nothing behind him.

He strode to the room and looked around, picked up the pistol on the cabinet and quickly checked the room, but could not find any trace of the shadow.

He quickly rushed out of the room, searched over and over again in the house, and quickly opened the doors one after another.

boom!

The son who got up and was helping his sister get dressed looked at him with cold eyes and an expressionless face: "What are you doing?"

"fine."

Preston responded indifferently and left with the pistol.

The younger sister looked at her elder brother in surprise, and the older brother frowned slightly and warned her not to cause trouble.

Zhang Lin, who was standing in the corner of the living room, breathed a sigh of relief. He never expected that the mirror would actually reflect his own figure. Fortunately, he was still invisible to the naked eye. He just stood here, watching Preston search everywhere.

A moment later, Preston returned to the bathroom and the pistol was thrown aside.

Pick up the injection gun placed next to you, take out the glass jar of medicine stored inside, and look at the light carefully.

The bright yellow potion was as clear as crystal under the light, but he didn't understand what beauty was, and all his actions failed to bring any touch to him.

Put the medicine tube aside, turn on the hot water to wash your cheeks, and do everything like every morning, wash and brush your teeth to wipe away the water stains on your cheeks.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed in the mirror, and a crisp explosion came from the ground. The sound was obviously weak, but it seemed to hit the soul directly!

Slowly moving his eyes, the broken potion fell to the ground, and the bright yellow liquid flowed on the stall and was quickly absorbed.

"what are you doing?"

Preston's eyes were full of disbelief, and he stared at the shattered potion on the ground in a daze.

"I ask you, what are you doing!"

The cold questioning pulled him out of his self-doubt, and he turned to look at his cold-faced son. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he had some inexplicable emotion.

It was uncomfortable, very intense, and he didn't like it.

After a slight hesitation, he responded aloud: "I broke my morning injection... and I... never took it out before washing before, never."

"Then you should go to the Balance Office to report for replacement."

Still in that cold childlike voice, Preston nodded unconsciously: "That's right... That's right, I want to replace it..."

Zhang Lin, who was squatting under the sink, smiled disdainfully, "Isn't it just a mirror? I can't see it if I squat down."

Preston had already finished cleaning, picked up the pistol and syringe gun placed beside him, and passed by his son without any hesitation. He seemed to have returned to the capable and cold-blooded priest he had been before.

My sister, who had already changed her clothes, came over from behind, her eyes suddenly widened, and then she quickly lowered her head.

Preston was in a depressed mood and did not notice anything unusual about her. However, his brother had already picked up the broom and started cleaning the floor. He was not surprised at the person squatting under the sink.

Zhang Lin was afraid that the little boy would be frightened when he saw his reflection in the mirror, so he kept squatting underneath.

The boy swept away the broken glass and turned around to pick it up and pour it out.

I felt like the opportunity had come. Just as I was about to get out from under here, a pair of black leather boots appeared in front of me.

The little girl in the old-fashioned black uniform looked at her quietly, her eyes full of surprise but she pretended to be calm, making herself look like everyone else, with an emotionless face and a cold face.

"You...who are you?"

Zhang Lin was shocked, can this girl see me?

Impossible. I can still understand seeing ghosts through a mirror. How can I see them directly?

After glancing around, the boy and Preston had already left. There seemed to be no third person here except himself.

He didn't believe that the girl could see him, so he frowned slightly and decided to ignore it.

Unexpectedly, the girl asked again: "Who are you? If you don't tell me, you are breaking in illegally. I will call the police."

Zhang Lin hesitated and tried in a low voice: "Can you see me?"

This time, the little girl was a little confused: "You..."

"what are you doing!?"

The little girl turned around, her hair neatly dressed and plastered tightly to her scalp, as if she were a grown-up's brother standing at the door with a serious face. The little girl was so frightened that she wanted to shrink her neck, but she resisted and quickly turned around and left the bathroom.

After his sister left, the boy took a deep look under the sink.

There was just a gray trash can with nothing in it.

Soon, the girl who left the room had prepared breakfast for everyone. The food was very simple, oats soaked in milk.

A typical Western breakfast doesn't taste as good as porridge with fried dough sticks.

The brother sat next to him, eating his breakfast in small bites. His father was still in the room and the girl was fiddling with the food in the bowl in boredom.

Suddenly, she noticed that the man in black robe came out of the house, holding an exaggerated farm sickle in his hand.

Zhang Lin took off the hood on his head and put his finger to his mouth to tell her to keep quiet.

The girl tapped her chin to express her knowledge, and the boy noticed something strange about his sister and looked back. His father, wearing a neat and straight clerical uniform, walked into the house and sat down at the dining table.

Looking at the breakfast in front of him that had remained unchanged for decades, Preston suddenly felt a little hard to swallow.

He was in a daze, and he didn't even notice that the girl sitting opposite was in a bad state.

The boy looked at his father: "Your new partner called this morning and said he would pick you up at ten o'clock to take you to the anr."

Preston nodded to confirm, but the boy answered again, his tone cold and a bit aggressive: "I hope you don't mind, I told him that your potion is damaged and you have to go to the Balance Office to register and pick up the potion."

"Good, that's right, you did a great job."

Preston, who responded calmly, suddenly felt that his son looked a bit scary like this.

"Stop!" his son suddenly shouted, startling him.

He almost instinctively looked up at his daughter. The little girl was unconsciously mixing the oats in the bowl, looking to the side.

After being scolded, he quickly turned around and smiled stiffly at his father.

Preston noticed that the girl was in a bad state and frowned. He suddenly thought of something and quickly lowered his head to cover up his sudden and inexplicable feeling.

Zhang Lin, who was sitting at the only empty seat at the square dining table, looked at the family with different expressions but suppressed their emotions, with a smile on his lips.

Everything is progressing normally.

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