I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 768 765. Falling

Seran quietly floated down the street without attracting the attention of anyone around him. Passersby walked right past him as if they couldn't see his presence.

But no one hit him.

Everyone would consciously make way before approaching him, forming a strange hole in the bustling street, but this abnormality was not noticed by any living thing, and even insects did not dare to approach him.

He looked up at the bright lights. The towering modern buildings were out of place in this area of ​​the Southern Federation, but this city was located in the Southern Federation, which symbolized backwardness.

This was once the territory of Theran.

Although it is not his most important city, it is also one of the extremely important cities. It has the best film and television base and entertainment industry in the entire Southern Federation, and their target is not the local residents.

Almost all cultural products prepared by Serran are radiated to all parts of the world through this city.

If he continues to do this, humanity's understanding of the sun will not only become clearer and clearer, but will also continue to approach the direction that Seran expects. The danger involved is self-evident.

These things also give the Federation a headache.

Seran is not a guy they can easily control. It can even be said that almost no one in the world dares to say that they can deal with him. You have to know that there are countless people in this world who want to kill him.

But none of them succeeded until recently.

And what's funny is that the people who finally solved him didn't seem to be the ones who wanted Sierrans the most. That guy seemed to be called Maen by humans, and he has been more active recently.

interesting……

"Saran" withdrew his gaze from the city, and then began to move forward slowly, and his eyes moved back and forth at a constant speed, as if he was searching for something.

After walking for a few minutes, he suddenly changed direction as if he had noticed something, and after walking for a few more minutes in the new way, he changed direction again.

And as he walked further and further, the frequency of changes became faster and faster.

It's like an explorer looking for a way out of a maze.

As he walked like this for dozens of minutes, the bright light around him began to fade, as if he was constantly going deeper into the "dark" part of the city, or...

The back of the city.

When he stepped into a dimly lit street, he suddenly stopped, turned his head instantly and stared at a half-closed, half-open dark iron door.

It's like a poisonous snake biting its prey.

He walked towards the iron gate and went straight through it.

The moment he stepped through the door, the dim light flooded towards him like a tide. The crackling sounds and occasional gossip bounced around in the building and could never escape from here.

Many tables were neatly arranged with computer monitors on them, and almost the same number of humans as the computers were sitting on chairs opposite them, staring at the glowing screens and moving their hands at completely different speeds from time to time.

After just a moment of observation, he knew that the other party was not hiding among them.

He glanced sideways at a single long table. This table looked completely different from those neat and identical computer desks, and it was directly opposite them.

And behind the desk, there was a figure sitting who was completely different from them.

The guy looked like a human male in his thirties, but his unkempt beard and messy brown hair would obscure his age in human eyes. The dark eye sockets would make people mistakenly think he looked tired and also cover up his fairly handsome profile.

He walked to the front of the table.

"Do you want to go online?" The man who noticed the shadow didn't even raise his head. "There's an instruction manual next to it."

The man was staring intently at the screen in front of him.

Hearing this, "Saran" turned sideways and walked to the desk, but he did not join the humans who were sitting neatly in a certain pattern. Instead, he looked at the screen in front of the man.

The scattered pixels form an incomprehensible image, in which many similar and tiny repeated color blocks move at exactly the same speed, and some strange larger color blocks remain still on the background.

"Real-time strategy." The man introduced in a calm tone, "If you want to play, you can turn on the computer yourself. I can recommend you a few good ones, but you'd better be able to accept old enough graphics..."

As he spoke, the man seemed to realize that something was wrong.

He raised his head, then showed a look of surprise:

"Seraan? No, that's not right. You are not Seraan." He frowned and looked outside the door, as if wondering why the other party could pass through this dilapidated iron door.

"Seraan" spoke:

"You're not in your prime."

The man smiled disdainfully and typed a few words in the text channel before turning around and looking up at the intruder:

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to see me."

"You are here..." With some doubt, "Saran" asked, "What are you doing here?"

He asked the question in a tone that sounded like the man was doing something unreasonable.

But when he heard his question, the man looked puzzled:

"Don't you have eyes? I'm playing games? Of course, if you insist, you can also say that I'm recovering my strength for the next war, or making preparations or something.

"But that's a lie, it's just my interest, but you...

"What are you doing pretending to be Theran? And who are you?

"I haven't seen you before."

Hearing the other party's question, "Saran" also answered sincerely:

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you who I am, but I can tell you that you haven't seen me before, or you haven't seen me 'yet' before. As for what I'm doing...

"I'm here to kill you."

The man raised his eyebrows with interest:

"Then why don't you do it?"

The fake Seran replied seriously:

"I'm not in a hurry. Your death is already doomed..."

As if he was worried that the man would misunderstand this as some kind of threat, he immediately added:

"I saw."

The man was not panicked at all, but instead showed a curious look:

"Prophet? Interesting. I haven't seen any prophets since I woke up. Even the prophets I specially left behind have all disappeared. It's as if someone slaughtered them on purpose.

"It can't be you, can it?"

The fake Seran shook his head and admitted cooperatively:

"No, it wasn't me, it was something else that did it, and I'm not the only remaining prophet, but she might no longer be active when you wake up..."

Suddenly he closed his mouth and nodded:

"It's almost time. Goodbye."

The man smiled and replied:

"The last time I saw such an arrogant guy was Serran, but even he didn't look down on me. Do you think the gods he summoned before his death would be so easily looked down upon by a younger generation who suddenly appeared..."

The words fell.

The man had disappeared.

The fake Silan looked at the flashing screen without any curiosity. Some incomprehensible words came from the text channel, and curiosity and confusion appeared on his face.

Then he looked at the small blocks of color that were flashing orange-red light. They disappeared after flashing orange light, and then the same thing happened to the larger blocks of color.

interesting……

"Network administrator? Where did he go?"

Listening to the harsh sound waves emitted by humans, he raised his head with a little dissatisfaction and looked at the opposite side. Then the originally noisy environment instantly fell into deathly silence.

All the monitors were still flickering with faint lights, but the humans who had been sitting opposite them not long ago had all disappeared.

It was as if what had just happened to the man had also happened to them.

After they disappeared, the fake Seran did not leave.

He followed the man's example and sat down, staring intently at the ever-changing blocks of color, but completely failing to understand what they meant.

Like a newborn baby opening its eyes for the first time.