For a whole day, Roland flipped through every channel on the TV. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are really a few programs that explain martial arts matches, and unlike traditional fighting, the ring of martial arts matches is about the size of half a football field, and there are no referees on the field. The battle between the contestants is also much more intense, breaking the floor is commonplace, and the sound of fisting on both sides is like a muffled thunder, which looks like adding special effects.

In terms of competitive spectacle, it is indeed much more exciting than boxing or free combat, just punching to the flesh, without the number of rounds and halftime to get the audience excited from start to finish, not to mention that the two often fight to the point of spitting blood and bruises. Roland couldn't help frowning, as a martial artist, this kind of battle is too hard, aren't they worried about losing their lives after winning the game?

But what he cares about the most are those who are called martial artists.

There is no doubt that their physical fitness is much higher than that of ordinary people, and the force of nature does not simply increase strength or speed, it seems that there are special uses for it.

Most of the off-court commentaries will give these skills a special name, and also focus on promoting them as the nickname of martial artists. For example, this man named Hurricane can hit super high-speed combos in an instant, hence the nickname Storm.

Seriously, isn't that the same as putting your battle hole cards in front of your opponent?

It's just that this is okay, and what surprised Roland even more was that he actually saw the devil in the game.

It was a typical madman, tall, with burly arms, no mask or iron gloves, and the exposed fangs and three-fingered features were obviously not human, but the audience turned a blind eye to this, and listening to the tone of the commentary, it seemed that they just regarded each other as foreign martial artists.

He finally saw the weirdness and power of the dream world.

In order to make sense of the devils devoured by Jero, the dream even turned them into a minority race that cohabited in this world. And what about the hybrid beasts? Roland couldn't help but think of the image of a vigorous Argonian maid.

It wasn't until his stomach rumbled that he realized that the sun was setting in the west.

Roland couldn't help frowning.

Normally, at this time, Jieluo should have already returned.

I looked through her diary and learned that her school was on Zhongshan Road, almost three kilometers away from the apartment building, and she could get home in ten minutes by bus. The cram school ended at half past five, and now it's a quarter past six, is there something going on in the school?

After thinking for a moment, Roland decided to go downstairs and buy something to fill his stomach.

After all, it's possible that she's hanging out with her friends, and it doesn't get completely dark until around eight o'clock in the summer, so it's not a strange thing to use this time to play in the park or arcade.

He is a landlord, not a nanny, and even if he goes to school at this time, he may not be able to meet her, so don't be nosy.

Little girl, no matter how diligent she is, she occasionally wants to be lazy.

He will cook the dinner this time...... No, he's here to bring takeout.

At this moment, the picture on the TV suddenly flashed, and the martial arts match turned into a news broadcast room.

"Good evening, viewers, and now there's an urgent piece of news. 」

The host held a stack of manuscripts and read with a worried expression, "There was a knife robbery incident on Zhongshan Road, a No. 29 bus was hijacked, and the traffic police have blocked the intersection at present, so please don't go out for the time being." We will be the first to report on the progress of the incident. 」

The picture on TV quickly cut to the scene, and the road was already crowded with onlookers, scrambling to stand outside the cordon, and there was no intention of evacuating at all.

Wait, isn't that the way Jero often goes to school?

Roland's heart sank, could it be that she was also kidnapped?

This is by no means good news, as an important part of the dream world, he does not know what the consequences of the death of a key person like Jie Luo will be, which is why he is reluctant to delve into the Jie Luo family - according to the experience of previous dreams, the subconscious mind will play tricks when it encounters problems that cannot be made up.

As a result, you wake up suddenly and can't remember what your dream is about.

Before emptying his deep memories, Roland definitely didn't want to end this dream early.

Not to mention the many inhabitants of the House of Souls, if they also have the Door of Memory Shards, which is an excellent source of information for the real world.

Of course, it was also possible that whether or not Jieluo had no effect on the dream, but he didn't want to take the risk.

Thinking of the strange power surging in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to take a look, maybe he could help something.

After leaving the street, he ran along the busy road, the heat circulating in his body, and his speeding steps did not feel laborious at all. Even at high speeds, Roland was able to control every part of his body with ease, nimbly avoiding passers-by on the street, and the three-kilometer distance was almost shortened at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and he arrived at the scene of the incident in just eight minutes.

However, to Roland's surprise, as soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he found that the robbers had been arrested, and he was crying bitterly to be interviewed on the side, saying that he was just impulsive, while the onlookers booed and dispersed as they came, and the traffic police were also cleaning up the barricades and preparing to resume traffic.

Roland twitched the corners of his mouth, didn't he say that the police would always be late after the incident was over.

In addition, among the passengers who were removed from the bus, he did not find Jie Luo - it seems that this time he ran away in vain.

Just as he was about to go back, there was a faint cry for help in the narrow alley on the side of the street.

Roland was stunned and looked into the alley, although the sunset had not yet completely set at the moment, the light had been completely blocked by the tall buildings on both sides, and it was dark inside, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Delusion?

He walked slowly to the mouth of the alley, and after a few minutes, he heard a faint cry for help again.

There are really people in there!

In this case, the police should be called to help.

Roland looked back at the bus, only to find that the police had escorted the robbers into the police car and were driving away in the distance, and it was obviously too late to stop them.

Or don't you think you didn't hear it?

But he could clearly feel that something in the alley was attracting him.

Since approaching here, the heat flow in his body has suddenly become violent, as if he is making noise, and it seems to be jubilant, as if urging him to move on.

Roland walked lightly into the narrow alley.

His eyes quickly adjusted to the faint light, and he saw a man with his back to him, with nothing else around him.

"Are you calling for help?" he asked, frowning.

The man didn't answer, but directly turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees, and this strange sight made Roland gasp.

However, more surprising is yet to come.

His face looked as if it had been burned by flames, his charred skin was covered in burns, and a whirlpool of crimson air swirled above his forehead, glistening in the dim light.