Anomalous Collector Chapter 378

Nohara only felt instantly cold hands and feet, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cellar.

This... what the **** is going on here?

Why is his name and picture on top of the anomalous item in the repression class?

He suddenly remembered that the senior Xiaochuan who had listened to the class before said that among the anomalous items in the suppression class, there was a newspaper that had the ability to predict.

However, this ability is very strange, and it can only predict the death of a certain person.

Once infected by the abnormal mental radiation of this newspaper, you can read the news about your own death in the newspaper.

And as long as this death information appears, the infected will definitely die in this way!

Nohara felt a chill in his heart at this time, and while pressing the alarm he carried, he couldn't help but continue to look at the newspaper.

It was just a cursory glance just now, and now he wants to see what the paper has to say.

He... how did he die?

The alarm has been triggered, and the curse police will soon come to rescue him, especially the onmyoji of the three yin and yang families guarding the outside, who should also come to rescue him as soon as possible.

And now he wasn't hurt at all, wasn't injured, and obviously wasn't going to die. .

Therefore, the flame of curiosity in Nohara's heart could not be extinguished. In any case, Nohara wanted to know how the newspaper mentioned how he died.

Then he had found the text and began to read it carefully:

"...Nohara, a staff member of the Suppression Division of the Magic Hall, received an abnormal call while conducting a routine inspection of the source of abnormal infection. Finally, after digging out his eyes, he opened his chest with the folder in his hand..."

Nohara's cold hair stood on end at this time. After seeing this description, he couldn't help but feel even colder. His back was instantly wet with sweat, and he said to himself as if emboldened:

"Bullshit, what phone...I didn't bring a phone...I only have an alarm in my hand..."

As the principle of the repression class to conduct inspections, before they enter here, they must leave all communication equipment before they can enter.

Just then, a piercing bell rang suddenly.

Nohara trembled, and suddenly looked towards a room next to him.

There was an old mobile phone in that room, and the screen had been black and no electricity, but at this moment, a harsh ringtone suddenly sounded, and it began to vibrate wildly.

Nohara's heart was about to jump out of his chest, resisting the urge to run away.

The people in the Magic Hall have all undergone various rigorous trainings when they are hired. One of them is that they must remain calm and cannot escape when encountering abnormalities. Otherwise, they will be more likely to be infected by abnormal spirits.

After all, when people are extremely afraid, their inner spiritual defense line is the most relaxed.

He stepped back along the way he came, while turning the flashlight in his hand to the maximum.

Why haven't the onmyoji masters of the three yin and yang families guarding outside come over yet?

And those cursed policemen, didn't they say a one-minute alarm mechanism?

I'm in the inside of the Hall of Magic now. If I can't come here, wouldn't it be a joke?

Why is that phone ringing?

Who was calling?

Just thinking about it, he felt the alarm in his hand vibrate suddenly, and he couldn't help sighing, knowing that this was a response, and the support force should arrive soon.

Then he immediately turned on the call button of the alarm, put it to his ear, and said in his mouth:

"I'm Nohara, there is an abnormality in the containment room of the Suppression Division, please support immediately!"

It's just that what came from inside was not the voice of a cursed policeman or an onmyoji, but a familiar and flustered voice:

"...why haven't come yet...how could it not open...let me out...let me out! This is all fake...how could I kill myself with a folder...impossible...ah...impossible! What is this...no possible!"

In the end, there was a shrill scream, as if seeing the most terrifying thing.

This is his own voice!

Nohara was horrified at this time, and he quickly held the alarm in front of his eyes to take a closer look, and saw that the indicator light showing the signal above did not light up at all.

The alarm is broken!

His heart sank to the bottom in an instant, no matter what training he did, he turned around and ran in the direction he came from.

Finally ran to the door, he tried desperately to open the door, but found that he couldn't open it, as if the door had been welded to the wall.

Nohara panicked in his heart and murmured:

"Why haven't you come yet... How could it not be opened... Let me out, let me out!"

It was only then that he suddenly realized that the words he said were the words that came from the phone just now!

Trembling all over, he muttered to himself:

"It's all fake... How could I possibly kill myself with a folder..."

At this moment, the lights in the passage suddenly went out, and they went out one by one in his direction from a distance.

In a blink of an eye, he was already in darkness.

Nohara heard a small gasp from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, his screams came from the darkness:

"Impossible...ah...impossible! What is this!? Impossible!"

Miserable shouts followed, and after a while everything in the passage fell silent.

About half an hour later, the alarm bells rang loudly in the entire Suppression Class in the Hall of Magic.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rush of footsteps coming from outside, followed by a slamming door.

It was followed by the sound of electric welding and cutting.

A little spark spewed from the broken opening, the metal door in the passage was cut into a square entrance, and a group of cursed policemen with flashlights and protective suits filed in.

Seeing the scene in front of them, a group of cursed policemen couldn't help but froze there.

Behind them, the old man from the three families of Yin and Yang, who had been guarding outside, and a man in a suit and leather shoes also stepped in.

Seeing Nohara's tragic death in front of him, the old man from the three families of Yin and Yang couldn't help frowning and said:

"This is... the breath of ghosts and gods! No wonder the old man has been guarding outside, but he doesn't feel anything."

The man in the suit nodded and said:

"It's not Mr. Yushou's fault. After all, the current abnormal infection is too weird, and anything can happen."

Yushu asked with a solemn expression:

"Inspector Tanimura, there are ghosts and gods appearing, this matter is too serious, do you want to report it to the Xinlu Soul Relief Bureau? I'm afraid that in case of any major catastrophe..."

The man in the suit shook his head slightly and said with a smile:

"No need, anyway, the Awakeners International Exchange Conference will be held soon. At that time, Awakeners from several major countries will gather in Dongdu, including the Xinlu Soul Rescue Bureau, as well as the Central Province Anomaly Bureau..."

"At that time, let them be free laborers. If we want our Sang Kingdom to be effective, we have to use the means of some great powers..."

In the office of the director of the Southwest Bureau, Zhao Yifeng looked at the word "no" on the piece of paper, and instantly felt very relieved.

Sure enough, the senior night watchman had already conducted an investigation, and Li Fan was not a collector.

Think about it too, Li Fan is just an ordinary person, if he is a collector, there is no meaning at all.

What do collectors want?

Is it 3 to 5 at night to work every day?

It's not crazy.

Originally, Zhao Yifeng didn't believe this statement at all, and now he can directly report to the General Administration.

Next, there is the matter of the international exchange conference.

It's time for Li Fan to choose his own team members.

(Good night everyone~~)

Chapter end

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