[Sci-Fi/Suspense] Maria Killer - Chapter 10 [Dispel the Mist]

The noise of the helicopter's propellers faded away, and the belated night guard finally arrived. He looked at the corpse lying in the parking lot, scratching his head with both hands, wondering what to do. The chaotic red footprints stretched out into the grass, into a grove between the main seat of the hospital and the nursing home.

By the pond, Frank poured clean water on his face with a spoon, and the water that returned to the pond was mixed with blood. The wounds on the hands and feet were simply bandaged with clothing to temporarily stop the bleeding.

On the bench sat the bruised killer Maria, with both hands crippled and his left foot chained to the foot of the bench with handcuffs, bleeding all over the floor.

Frank felt that his head was calmer, and to avoid irritating the wound again, he stood up carefully. He walked over to the bench and punched Maria Killer in the face. It was almost impossible to hold his breath.

Frank grabbed the half-mask of Killer Maria, his majestic arms were pulling and pulling, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take it off, so he punched the half-mask in discouragement and sat on the other end of the bench. .

"Don't waste your energy. It's like trying to use violence to crack the ring of intelligence. This Alaya Consciousness Mask cannot be removed by external force." Maria Killer's voice was exhausted, and his tone revealed a calmness of ease.

"Visions, auditory hallucinations, a physique that won't faint, and that weird half-mask, are you really human?" Frank took a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep breath.

Killer Maria frowned, and quickly let go, "I see, this is what happened..." He sat up with the back of the chair, and used the bloody back of his hand to straighten the half-mask. "I'm just curious, why you can see through the phantom fog system. It obviously works for everyone else, but you are different."

Frank threw another punch with his backhand, Maria Killer covered his stomach and arched his waist, "The reason why I captured you alive is because Jerry wants to find the truth from you... It doesn't matter now, I can break you at any time. the cervical spine, to avenge Jerry."

"Haha, the classic way of questioning, you're in charge of playing the role of the bad cop, Brother Frank."

Fist stopped in front of Maria Killer, Frank withdrew his hand, "Why do you know my name?"

"I know more than you think. I've known you since that night ten years ago."

"Sure enough, you and that person are in the same group."

"No, no, we're not a group," Maria Killer leaned halfway in front of Frank:

"I am the man in black who killed your daughter and seriously injured you ten years ago."

"Fart." Frank blew the smoke at Maria Killer, and the cigar turned from right to left. "Unless you say you've had plastic surgery, dyed hair, and full-body skin grafts in the last ten years, then I'll take your word for it. Bullshit.” Frank took out the ringing phone, the screen displayed a face similar to Maria Killer, “The notorious drug boss, Peter the Iron Face, was sentenced to death by drug injection earlier this year, why are you still alive? .”

"This guy's name is Peter, what an uncreative name. I just use the body of a death row prisoner to act, not Peter himself." Killer Maria sat down again, sitting deeply, "I am the executioner, also That is the Maria killer in your mouth. Next I will tell you the truth of everything, only in this way can there be salvation.”

There was a noisy voice from the forest queen, and it seemed that a dozen policemen had arrived, and the two of them didn't have much time to be alone.

"We are the Doom Watchers, a secret organization that secretly works to ensure the correctness of human history."

"This kind of unfolding is so corny, but I can imagine Jerry's excited face, he likes this kind of conspiracy theory the most." Frank smoked his pipe deeply, exhaling the smoke out of his nostrils, "you thought I'd simply say 'yes' , okay.” would you accept this absurdity in its entirety?”

"Isn't the world inherently absurd? It's good today, and tomorrow a lot of people will be killed by a vase falling from the sky. The world will not follow the simple logic of human beings." Maria Killer said, "Without A woman who is a personnel suddenly becomes pregnant and will die soon after. This kind of absurd thing has happened hundreds of times, and the Maria killer is still sitting in front of him. Do you still want to use that trivial logic to look at things? Do you think that if you catch me, you will be able to get a "reasonable" answer?"

Frank clicked his tongue. He took a deep breath and spat out the urge to break the opponent's neck. "How many other party members do you have? I think the government has already been infiltrated by you. There must be a lot of high-ranking officials from you."

Killer Maria stared straight into Frank's eyes, as if to see through him:

"You are one of them."

Frank took off his glasses and massaged the valley between his eyebrows.

He laughed, exaggeratedly.

"What a waste of time." Frank slowly; slowly, raised his arm, grabbed Maria Killer's neck, and squeezed it down.

"Ask a question here," Maria Killer breathed out a breath from his throat without struggling, "Are you a chronically ill patient?" He drew his hand to the inner pocket of Frank's coat, a white medicine bottle fall to the ground.

Fran looked over and let him go. Bends down to pick up the medicine bottle, which is not his, however, has his name on it.

"What's the meaning……"

"This is something that belongs to you, but not this you, but the you in the baseline timeline," Maria Killer said. "The words associated with the Doom Watcher destabilize your existence, and this reaction proves that You were originally a person closely related to us, and you lost your memory because of the breakdown of the space-time continuity.”

The scene in front of him seemed to be dissolving, and Frank looked down at his hands, his five fingernails growing and receding like waves. The image kept flashing and disappearing in his mind, he remembered a distant memory, and the next moment he understood that it was just his imagination. Everything seemed familiar, as if it had gone through hundreds of thousands of repeated reincarnations, and was shocked to realize that it was just an illusion of sight.

Frank sat next to him. He put the medicine bottle back in his pocket and rubbed the back of his tired neck with his hands. The way he sits, the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, the frequency of blinking, these tiny movements are all different from the original Frank, as if someone else has put on his skin.

"Have you finally remembered?"

"Yes, thank you. Found you at last, Joseph."

"You know my real name. And you can see through the phantom fog system. It seems that your authority is higher than mine. You are a Type 1 cadre."

Frank shook his head, "I'm TypeO."

Joseph was silent for a moment, "TypeO, whose authority is above Type1. The first contact with the five-dimensional computer, the supreme leader who founded Doom Watcher."

Frank nodded silently.

"The black-hearted boss who designed the executioner mechanism and squeezed my soul completely."

Frank nodded.

"You sent the threatening letter."

"Yes."

"You put the needle in Elena's coffee."

"Yes."

Joseph's gaze drifted into the distance, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the air quiet for a while.

"You asked me to kill your daughter."

"Yes."

"Are you crazy?" Joseph wanted to beat the bench to vent, but his health didn't allow him to do so.

"I don't have a choice," Frank said. "She's being depended on by Pandora—"

"I understand, I understand everything! Pandora wants to invade our dimension through production as a bridge, so I need to kill the bridge (pregnant virgin) to prevent Pandora from being born."

"The woman who is depended on must die, no matter who she is."

"So you're willing to sacrifice your own daughter," Joseph said. "I came to this plane a month ago and found the entire Doom Watcher organization evaporated. Turns out the truth is fucking simple."

Frank waved and told him to go on.

"The death of your daughter has affected the continuity of time and space, and the time line has been rewritten." Joseph tapped the half-mask, "The mask of Alaya made my consciousness and this body not affected by the continuity of time and space. But you are different, The murder of your daughter keeps you busy chasing the murderer all day long, and the fact of 'touching the five-dimensional computer' disappears, and that's it, the Doom Watcher has not been there since the beginning."

"Yes." Frank said, "We had long expected that Miyuki's death would have a huge impact on me, so we did our best to prevent it from happening." He tapped his temples, "I have implanted with you in my brain. A wafer made of the same metal as my face mask, that is the only substance that resists the continuity of time and space. Apparently before the power of time, our technology was not worth mentioning at all, and the wafer kept my memory in a subconscious form, only secretly in Act when the mind doesn’t care. Send threatening letters and put needles in coffee to get your attention.”

"Your strategy was quite successful. I was chasing several targets at the same time, but Elena was the only one who happened to have things that didn't match the five-dimensional computer records. To avoid further space-time collapse, I had to take the initiative. I can't think of it, To meet the unscrupulous boss who ruined my life here.”

"sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, you owe me what you owe me, and everyone in the entire organization committed suicide and apologized together. Since I was only regarded as a murder tool from the beginning, then use me as badly as possible." Joseph said , "You did everything possible to meet me, which means that things have not reached the point of no recovery. Tell me, the way to turn the situation around."

Frank and Joseph looked at each other for a while before saying, "The mechanism of execution is perfect, allowing us to get the greatest benefit with the least sacrifice. The fact that the women who are killed, they "die" is hooked up with you.”

"As long as my existence disappears, the 'killed by me' event no longer exists, and everything is back on track."

"This is the last stage of the mechanism that must be hidden from you. The time line is restored to normal through the death of the executioner, and only one person is sacrificed in exchange for the whole world. It was originally planned to be executed after Pandora completely disappeared, but I didn't expect it to be done now. Do it early."

"Even though I died and the timeline was reset, Pandora still exists."

"At that time, another executioner will be chosen and continue to hunt down the bridge."

"I see." Joseph stood up against the handrail.

"Is there nothing else?" Frank said. "Just accept it? You still have a lot of things to know. Feel free to ask any questions, and I'll tell you the truth."

Joseph didn't answer, he limped forward, and disappeared into the dark forest without looking back.