Keeper Program

The weightlessness of the fall suddenly woke Ed from his dream, and the residual pain surged up like superimposed waves, which was unforgettable.

He bit the feather pillow, his veins were bulging, his body covered in cold sweat, and he endured the feeling of his brain twisting into a ball, trying not to let himself cry out.

After a while, until the pain gradually dissolved, he sat up from the bed trembling.

What was the mechanical tycoon just now...?

The words of flames appeared in front of the mirror:

[Subconscious incarnation.It seems that the opponent has received subconscious defense training, and the defense mechanism is more perfect than I expected. 】

I hope you can be more accurate in your next life, lest I suffer from this kind of crime...

Ed just wanted to sneer, but suddenly his eyes turned black, and a touch of warmth flowed out of his nostrils.

It's a nosebleed.

What's wrong?He covered the crowd with his right palm, and fumbled for the cotton handkerchief in his pocket with his left hand.

[The situation is not good, urgently cutting off the dream link consumes a lot of temporary energy of the Keeper program, in other words, we have less than 12 hours left. 】

12 hours? !This time can't even last to sleep tomorrow night.There was a buzzing in Ed's head. He had to find a way to get a character card by noon today at the latest.

Can the current data print character cards?Or at least give me some extra time.

[I'm afraid it won't work, the progress is stuck at 47%, and the opponent's character card must be printed out at least at 50%. 】

Is there really no other way?Ed covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, all thoughts in his heart were lost.

[Shh, someone is here. 】

The flame text dissipated into nothingness.

The sound of footsteps on the steps came from outside the door. Is it Arthur?Did he see something?

"Ed, it's me." Arthur's voice came from knocking on the door.

"Oh, ok, wait a minute for me to get dressed."

Ed hastily wiped his hands, mouth and nose with a handkerchief, turned on the light, and opened the door after checking in the mirror that he looked normal:

"What happened so late?"

Arthur looked serious, and the orange light of the incandescent lamp made his bright red curly hair extra vivid, like a burning flame.A piece of punched paper was clutched in his hand:

"Mr. Eaton sent a telegram saying that he had found an important clue and told us to leave immediately for the Eastern District Police Station."

Didn't he notice that I had entered his dream?Ed was a little surprised.Bernard Eaton, he recalled the name mentioned in the letter of recommendation, the owner of the detective agency.

Ed took the paper tape, which was written in plain text:

"Major discoveries have been made in the case, so hurry to the Eastern District Police Station." Bernard Eaton's initials were at the end.

It's almost 02:30 in the morning, what's the urgency?

After hesitating for a moment, Ed nodded: "Okay, I'll change my clothes now."

"I'll call a rental carriage. You change your clothes and wait for me in the living room." Arthur nodded and turned and went downstairs.

Ed pretended to change clothes in the room, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

what to do?Now escape through the window?

He didn't think he could escape, and besides, it would attract even more suspicion.I only have 12 hours. If I am put in prison, there is only one dead end.

That's it, let's see what happens.Ed sighed and buttoned up the buttons of his vest.

By the time Ed went downstairs while putting on his coat, Arthur was already waiting in the living room.

"Let's go, don't keep Mr. Eaton waiting too long." Arthur nodded to him, and strode into the black night.

The air is condensed with the smell of impending raindrops.Ed rubbed the tip of his nose lightly, left his cane in the house, picked up his umbrella and followed.

……

Sure enough, there was a pattering cold rain outside, the moon was hidden in the dark clouds, and it was almost impossible to see in the darkness, except for a few dim street lamps emitting a little bit of light.

The wheels undulated on the bumpy road, driving away Ed's fatigue.The carriage driver in front was far from the talkative one during the day, as silent as a stone.

The interior of the car was also dim and dark, so quiet that one could hear crows neighing under the eaves, and the sound of water gathering into streams and ruts rolling over brick roads.

Going to the police station in the rain so late?What kind of clues did the SBI find so that they were so eager to find me?

Could it be related to the secret keeper program... What will happen if the God Investigative Bureau discovers the secret of my resurrection?

A flash of lightning tore through the night, briefly illuminating the black world.

The flashing picture outside the window told Ed that this didn't seem to be the way he came from the police station.

Come on, is it possible... that telegram wasn't sent by Mr. Eaton at all?

Terrible thoughts surfaced in his heart, and the freezing rain outside seemed to penetrate into Ed's skin.

"Boom——" the breathtaking thunder came from a distant place, and the pouring rain came in an instant.

"Arthur." Ed pushed Arthur with his elbow, trying to remind him of the strangeness in front of him.

"Why..." Arthur just wanted to ask questions.Suddenly, his eyes widened, with the same horror as Ed's.

"parking!"

Arthur opened his mouth to order, but the trill at the end betrayed his panic.Fear made him make a wrong move.

"I repeat, stop!"

While shouting, Arthur reached for the holster under his coat.

"Bang—" This time it wasn't thunder, but the muzzle flame.The bullets were first shot from the direction of the coachman in front, and bounced in the carriage, rampaging.

Ed wanted to push the door and jump out, but found that the carriage door was locked.He had no choice but to subconsciously protect his face with his elbows. He had already been shot in the head once, and he didn't want to experience it again.

Arthur also reacted almost at the same time, and drew out the revolver in the holster to fight back—following several interlaced gunshots in the dark night, the coachman shook and fell sideways.

The panicked horse was frightened, struggled desperately, dragged the carriage and rolled over, neighing and lost the rein.

Ed just felt that the world was turned upside down for a while, the stars in the world were shifting, and the stars in the sky were dim...

……

The icy rain soaked his back, and Arthur woke up from a brief faint.

That coachman, I should have shot him.

He instinctively wanted to stand up, but his right leg fell sideways uncontrollably.

A warm current flowed through, it was blood.The opponent's bullet hit the car seat and bounced into his knee.

Damn it!I should have thought about it a long time ago. How could Mr. Eaton send a report in plain text on such a matter? How could there be a rented carriage parked so close to the detective office at such a late hour...

He gasped tremblingly.

"Arthur, grab my hand!" On the top of the car window, a palm dripping with raindrops stretched out.

It's Ed, he's fine!Arthur felt relieved for a moment, he grabbed Ed's palm, resisted the sharp pain in his knee and climbed out of the cold car.

"We have to get out of here quickly, there may be more people on the other side!" Ed was full of anxiety, and the rain drowned his voice instantly, and he had to shout out.

There was lightning and thunder again, and several eerie figures in the distance flashed past in the crackling rain, attacking in their direction.

Ed supported Arthur and walked hard in the opposite direction, calling for help.The torrential rain flowed down his cheeks and into his mouth, vaguely.

This is the East End, no one will mind their own business.Arthur knew it.

The surrounding doors and windows are closed.At this moment, the dark city of brick and concrete seems to be the dwelling place of some ancient ghost, and the tentacles of thunder and lightning streak across the ground from time to time.

Arthur had a terrible premonition that it would all end tonight.His mission, his story, his dream... and what he believed in, an honorable duty.

But the sun will still light the day, and it will, and it must...

He let go of the hand on Ed's shoulder and let himself fall to the ground.Ed wanted to help him up again, but Arthur grabbed his wrist:

"Listen, Ed." He didn't care about his wet hair covering his eyes, and stretched out his fingers, his voice trembling with blood loss:

"Go forward from here and go through the alley. Cross Santiao Street, which is the main road for traffic in the East District. Even on rainy nights, there may be horse-drawn carriages passing by."

"Arthur, I can't..." Ed was stunned for a moment.

"Listen dude, I'm going to figure out a way to help you hold off a little longer, stay alive, and get this over with."

Arthur stopped trembling and managed to force a smile.There was another flash of lightning, and his dark brown eyes shimmered.

"Okay, but I think it's better for both of us to live..."

Ed nodded, said backwards, and then ran into the depths of the night without looking back.

"Of course, that's much better."

Arthur said in a voice only he could hear.He tried his best to move himself behind the grocery bucket, and a black figure in a raincoat was rushing towards him.

He clenched the revolver tightly in his hand, praying that the gunpowder would fire normally.

100 meters...

50 meters...

Arthur stood up when he confirmed that they were within range of his shot that he would never miss...

A bolt of lightning cut through the night, blood and rain melted hot.

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