To Four Thousand Years Later

Arthur slowly opened his eyes.

Before he got up, Myron Durant's steady and slightly hoarse voice came leisurely from beside him: "It seems that you are awake, Your Excellency Holmes.

how can i be here Arthur turned his head blankly and asked knowingly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression suddenly became severe: "You are a weft frame, Mr. Durant! I will directly sue you for your rudeness to the parliament!" But the fear in his eyes did not completely dissipate, this The weakness shown by the fat man is completely different from the calm and rational in his dream. This is the well-known "Arthur Holmes". Since he awakened his psychic power, Arthur immediately realized that he must not show his ability. Do business or make friends with people who know their secrets.

In fact, his insight into the situation and his ability to judge the future are already very similar to psychic powers. This can also explain his extraordinary investment vision to his friends... But in fact, only this part of his ability is actually possessed by himself. Anyway, the psionic energy with the main tone of blue is close to the type of analysis and thinking. Even if it is in a darker tone, it usually has "elimination" type abilities such as invisibility and sound suppression, and most of them are more autistic psykers It will only be awakened, and will not interfere with others, so it will not make people pay special attention or conflict.

Primarily yellow-toned psychic powers are more alarming—it represents a strong desire based on 'control' and 'expression', or a sense of fear in the same field. For example, Leo and Luo who control people's hearts Renzo, or David Hawkins and Myron Durant who control external objects. The most common main color of psionic energy is yellow on people with authority. Arthur’s psionic mentor President Lawrence, I have introduced this knowledge to him.

By the way, Lawrence's psychic color is golden, and the control on the one hand has a certain obsession.

Generally, this color exists on the high priest or the virtuous king who communicates with the gods... Arthur doesn't know why President Lawrence, as a businessman, has the ability of this color.

It can only be understood that, just like Chairman Lawrence said, the color of psionic powers does not determine everything, but only determines his tendency when deciding on psionic powers. Sex...and people change. But it can at least serve as a benchmark for reference. According to Arthur's observation, this knowledge does not seem to have been circulated to the outside world.

- Lawrence, his psychic mentor, is probably a member of some hidden psychic organization. But after all, he did not issue an application to himself. Adhering to the concept of asking less and talking less. Arthur also pretended not to know what happened. He still has a way of playing dumb. For those who want to control, the correct way to deal with it should be that Arthur has a lot of thoughts in his mind, and he lowers his head slightly to avoid the pair of ice blue eyes that are emotionless. But Myron Durant did not directly answer his doubts.

He just sat about four or five meters away from Arthur and poured himself a glass of grape juice.

That's right, it's Portuguese pasta juice, not Portuguese wine.

He took a sip and murmured in a low voice: Do you know, Your Excellency Holmes. I'm old, but I'm not married yet. My nephew knows how to shoot, and can shoot three. "

I've heard about it, but what does that have to do with you getting me here? "Arthur's attitude softened slightly, but he still stared at the previous topic without letting go.

"Not long ago, I met a girl. She was too young... She was different from them. I fell in love with her very quickly, and even discussed getting married." Durant took another sip of his wine, smiling calmly Said: "And then, ah, my brother... Unfortunately, luck ran out. That's it.

"What happened?" Arthur just followed him, still not forgetting to mock the notorious second son of the Durant family staring at Arthur, as if staring at the air, showing a desolate expression, Murmur: That's good. She changed her mind, so I bought it with money. There is nothing money can't buy, and so is the heart. Hearts with several holes are available.

"Then I think you may have fallen apart.

"No, my brother. You don't know... You don't know how much I wish it was just a crash. Then my lovely girl is still alive and breathing... Durant said, actually fell on the table, suddenly ducked He began to cry, like a teenager who had lost his love, and then quickly turned into howling.

Arthur was taken aback when he saw this scene.

Myron Durant snotted and burst into tears... Unexpectedly disgusting.

But he could tell that this was definitely not Durant's acting skills. He is really so sad. Arthur turned his head away. Reconfirmed it was just grape juice and not wine mixed with spirits.

...Is this grape juice still on top?

At that moment, he just felt ridiculous.

But at the next moment, he suddenly realized something, and felt horrified that he would not use that dangerous drug. Serve yourself?

Does that need to be mixed with grape juice? The strong ninja was uneasy, and Arthur spoke extremely calmly, lest he offend Durant, who was suspected to be in hallucinations: "Then what's wrong with her?"

Arthur asked three times. Durant, who was wailing, had just heard it.

He wobbled his head up from the table, like a puppet hanging by a string.

He stared blankly at Arthur. Suddenly a smile appeared: "She's fine...

"Did not you say

"Oh, she's dead. I killed it.

Your Excellency Durant said calmly: "Because I saw...she is not human. She is not human at all.

"She's a demon. A demon who came to steal my wealth. I can see clearly, clearly.

He looked at Arthur. His eyes were still cold and calm: "I woke up that night. I suddenly realized the uneasiness. When I arrived, she wanted to kill me... I went first and cut her throat with a knife." But can you think of it? Black tentacles emerged from the wound in her throat! The blood was black, like a leech. All leeches, no blood. They were all flying around in the sky, and still wanted to say this to me, he showed a peaceful and arrogant look: "And I defeated her. I completely ended the demon's life, and passed out in a coma.

"When I woke up again, I saw her as a tree! Black, boneless tree growing on the bed...the tree was full of leeches.

She is going to kill me. And I found out.

Durant reconfirmed in a calm tone. And Arthur just felt the creeps that he was crazy. Arthur was clearly aware of this.

...Then what did you ask me to do? "

He was silent for a while, then asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's a good thing, my brother. Durant stood up with a smile. Duan Ruo grape juice walked to Arthur's bedside: "I came to you and shared something good with you. You drank wine in the morning, and you can't drink it... Now that your body is not empty, you can drink it.

"Come and try it. Come and try it? Come and try it!"

He was suddenly furious, and threw the wine bag out, smashing it to pieces.

He cried and hugged Arthur's shoulders, and growled sadly as if someone had stabbed him: "You don't drink! You suspect me! You suspect that I poisoned you!

"We are half brothers! We are brothers! Just like me and my brother... how is your brother?" Arthur suddenly interrupted Durant, and at the same time reached out to touch his waist go.

Then he felt a chill in his heart - sure enough. The blades he had hidden in the middle of his clothes were also searched.

Why the fuck.

"My brother?"

Durant suddenly calmed down.

He stood up slowly, and looked at the pale Arthur suspiciously: "I thought you already knew.

"what do you know?"

"He's dead," Mr. Durant shrugged, "I must have killed him the most. Arthur was sweating profusely. In a word, this guy is really crazy!"

help! Who will save me?