Flame.

Blood.

Smoke.

Corpse.

Heavy downpour.

Hysterical lightning.

The biting cold, the suffocating high fever, the severe headache, the fainting again and again, and the convulsions.

Who is holding himself?

That familiar face?

Lightning streaked across the sky, bringing a burst of light.

The little face that was blue from the cold, the face of the young Gorkin.

He hugged himself tightly, trembling all over, whispering something in horror and horror.

In the dream, lightning and thunder roared, a suffocating black shadow shrouded him, and from the depths of his soul, from every corner of his body, a sharp pain hit, Joe's throat 'gurgle', and his body twitched violently a few times.

Then, Joe wakes up from a chaotic, fragmented dream.

Covered in cold sweat, Qiao opened his eyes blankly and looked around.

It was a very large room, a room that Joe knew very well.

A comfortable four-poster bed was placed in the corner of the room, and Jo was lying in a thick futon with brocade, silk, and velvet forming the main body, and he lay on the bed as if lying in the clouds, and his whole body was fluttering.

The spacious room is messy and full of all kinds of good things that young people like.

Ivory-handled flintlock rifles, antique-grade swords, sabers, dozens of rifles, and nearly a hundred swords were piled up on a few benches made of ebony.

What is suffocating is that in the middle of these sword flintlock pistols, there is a huge cannon shell with a caliber of 800 millimeters without a charge!

More than a dozen sets of armor that can be called works of art lie crookedly on the ground, and several sets of armor are also decorated with gorgeous feathers of precious birds such as birds of paradise, birds of paradise, sunbirds, and rainbow birds.

Dozens of gorgeous dresses, scattered all over the floor, these dresses, all made of high-end silk and brocade, and the buttons were inlaid with gold, silver, pearls, and precious stones.

In the middle of the house is a gorgeous specimen of a white peacock with an open screen, and in the other corner of the room, there is a billiard table, which echoes several sofas diagonally and two rows of wine cabinets.

On the four walls of the room, dozens of large specimens of the heads of beasts of prey are hung.

The heads of these beasts opened their mouths, and their fangs were sharp, and they were all covered with thick layers of gold.

Joe opened his eyes and stared blankly at the messy, but comfortable and safe room. That's right, this was his bedroom, and in a coma, he went home.

Shaking his head vigorously, Joe recalled the scene in the dream just now. Then, a wave of vertigo hit.

It's still fire, it's still blood, it's still smoke and corpses.

Joe shook his head vigorously, he had never had that dream before. And this dream actually blended with the cruel scene of last night.

In the dream, how can there be Gorkin?

And it was Gorkin in childhood, where did he hold himself and curl up?

Countless distracting thoughts were quickly dispelled by a strong wave of nausea, and Joe suddenly woke up that he had killed someone. Last night, he killed someone. And the means of killing people are so tyrannical and so terrible, just like the legendary devil.

The black shadow that fled was not mentioned.

That slaughter, yes, Joe saw it clearly, remembered it clearly, it was smashed by his own punch.

The punch that went beyond the limit, the flesh that covered the entire alley. And, the policeman who was brutally killed, his colleagues!

The Adam's apple twitched violently up and down, and Joe jumped to his feet, and he slammed open the small table beside the bed, and several ivory and crystal hookahs on the table fell to the ground.

He kicked open a fine pure gold opera mask, stepped on a silver sugar jar and nearly fell, swayed through a few stacks of ivory on the display shelf, and plunged headlong into the bathroom.

Pull open the lid of the flush toilet, almost shove his head into the toilet, and then Joe vomits violently.

All his internal organs were tumbling, the bitter bile water was vomiting clean, Joe vomited violently, the bathroom was filled with a foul smell, and his earth-shattering vomiting sound came from the open door.

Several young girls in black and white maid dresses with fine linen texture walked into the room and got busy lightly.

In the room, which was originally lit with only two candles, the heavy velvet curtains were opened, and the slightly lazy sunlight in the afternoon shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the messy room.

A tall, thin, middle-aged woman with long black hair in a towering bun and a simple black dress with a rather elegant temperament followed the maids in.

The middle-aged woman was born quite beautiful, and it was extremely well maintained, with no wrinkles on her fair face, and in the sun, her face and slender palms shone like pearls.

She stood next to the hapless white peacock and asked worriedly, "Joe?" Are you alright? Oh, merciful Muteste above......"

Joe looked up, slammed the lid of the toilet shut, and pressed the flush button.

He walked over to the washstand, turned on the cold water tap, took a glass of water from a glass, and rinsed his mouth vigorously.

Without looking back, he said aloud, "Mother, I'm all right, ah, merciful Muteste is on top, and I don't even have a little cut on me." ”

Putting down the water glass, holding a handful of cold water and splashing it on his face, Joe asked loudly, "Mom, what happened yesterday...... Are Tifa and Weima alright? Well, I shouldn't worry about Tifa, how about Vima? ”

The middle-aged woman, Joe's mother, Lia, pressed her hands on her chest, exhaled heavily, and smiled softly: "The whole family is safe, Joe." It's just you, so much worry us. You slept all night and all morning! ”

Whispering a praise to the benevolent Mutesthe, Leah straightened her face and said loudly: "Joe, I regret how I could have agreed to let you go to the Judicial Academy; I shouldn't have agreed to you joining the police department. ”

"Merciful Muteste above, you know, yesterday the port of Tulum ......" Lia tilted her head slightly, babbling down. Leah has a lot of girlfriends in Port Tulum, so she's definitely one of the most well-informed of the few.

Last night, the port of Tulum was hit hard.

Near the new pier No. 3, the homes of more than 2,000 families were destroyed by artillery fire. The city hall of the port of Tulum did not release the number of casualties, but well-informed sources claimed that at least nearly 1,000 ordinary citizens were killed or injured last night.

Luckily, it was a mid-autumn night, and many of the mansions were empty, otherwise the casualties would have been even worse.

In addition to civilians, 129 mounted police officers were killed in the line of duty, and more than 200 mounted police officers were seriously injured. Even more tragic are the ordinary policemen in Tulun Harbor, who are far inferior to the mounted police, with 383 dead last night and a staggering number of wounded.

The garrison in the port of Tulun, as well as the naval fleet stationed in the port of Tulun, responded in time, and the two armies were dispatched urgently, effectively deterring the enemy, and those who attacked indiscriminately were routed by the army, which did not cause greater losses.

Joe leaned over to the crystal mirror and looked at the round face in the mirror seriously.

With short black hair, a round and soft face, slightly sunken eye sockets, and two black eyes that are quite smart.

Leah was still babbling and complaining, Joe closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the magic array of three six-pointed stars appeared in his pupils again.

His pupils glowed crimson slightly, and Qiao looked at the face in the mirror seriously.

"Hello, Joe."

"Hello, Crimson."

"Well, who am I, then, Joe; Or, am I actually Crimson? ”

"There is no doubt that we are the same being. So, what kind of existence am I? ”

"Crimson, what the hell?"

In his mind, a sharp pain hit him, and Joe quickly let go of the question.

After the sharp pain in his brain disappeared, Joe looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly: "This question is too profound for me to explore now." So, put it in the future, this is the wisest choice. ”

After a handful of cold water and a handful of faces, Joe straightened up and stared straight at the mirror.

"Well, let me think about it, I should have heard from Gorkin and Tifa. No, it's not just them, even Weima has said something in front of me. ”

"The sea of power, the sea of energy, the sea of spirit."

"The endless Dirac Sea."

"The root of everything, the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind...... Three Seas and Seven Veins Cultivation Method. ”

In Joe's pupils, the three-round six-pointed star magic array began to rotate. He lowered his head and looked at his tall, fat body.

"Because of my physique, my family hid the way of strength from me? Well, are you afraid that I will try indiscriminately and hurt my body? ”

"This body, when it was very young, was severely traumatized."

"Before, I didn't care about power, and at that time, as long as I had enough gold marks in my pocket, I was very satisfied."

"Well, I can't think about it anymore."

Another headache struck, and Joe paused digging into his situation.

At this moment, on the crystal mirror in front of him, a thin layer of water vapor suddenly appeared.

Joe looked down at the hot water faucet in the sink.

He didn't turn on the hot water tap, so how could there be water vapor in the washroom?

He took a step back, the six-pointed star in his pupil spinning slightly faster. His heart was beating vigorously, and waves of heat continued to spread from his chest to his whole body.

A strange creature, about a foot tall, quietly emerged in the hazy mirror.

This guy's body is a bit like an elongated seahorse.

And his head is a little like a bald little old man with a sad face.

He had no feet, and his seahorse-like tail was circled and flicked with ease. He had two short arms, and he carried a small pipe, smoking in a 'click, clicking', and constantly coming out of the pipe with tiny smoke rings.

"Hello, Joe. Or rather, hello, Crimson. ”

"First meeting, introduce yourself, you can call me Laprahi."

"Or, you can call me the All-Knowing."

"Of course, I know everything, but I am not omnipotent."