mtl008 Chapter 2997: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (31)
Chapter 2997: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (31)
Chapter 2997: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long ()
On the way to the police station, Gordon suddenly received a call. After he picked up the phone and said a few words, his expression gradually became serious. Then he turned the steering wheel and no longer went to the Gotham Police Station, but drove towards Gordon Manor.
"So, that's what happened. We suddenly received a doll and she said she was going out to buy sushi and she hasn't come back yet..."
Barbara leaned back in a chair at the dining table, looked at Jarvis and said, "Are you sure she's okay? Even if she's very strong, maybe..."
Jarvis shook his head and said, "Don't worry too much, ma'am, Wanda will be fine."
Standing behind Jarvis was Tim, who was already retrieving information about the crematorium.
Soon, he discovered that this crematorium was indeed newly built about four years ago. There were no problems with the land procedures and construction process, but the existence of this crematorium itself was a problem.
The Porokin community does not need a crematorium at all.
The area of shared land in the community here is more than enough to build a huge cemetery, which is enough for the population here to die ten times. Such communities close to the suburbs are relatively conservative, and most of the people are Protestants. They will not adopt extraordinary burial methods, and the number of people who choose sea burial and cremation is very small. This crematorium is simply like pork belly on a cream cake. There is nothing wrong with it when you look at it alone, but its existence is unreasonable.
Suddenly, Tim found another clue. There was a photo of the ribbon-cutting ceremony when the crematorium opened. In this photo, he found a familiar person, Bob, the manager of the Wardlade engineering team.
After a more careful check, I found out that this crematorium was built by the Wardlade engineering team.
Tim and Aisha found out similar things, so he felt that there must be something fishy going on. He was about to discuss it with Jarvis when he suddenly seemed to sense something and froze there.
Jarvis turned his head suddenly and looked out the window.
With a hissing sound, Gordon stepped on the brakes, and the sudden braking left charred marks on the road. He pushed open the car door in disbelief, got out, and looked into the distance.
On the distant horizon, darkness almost swallowed up everything, but behind the lonely high-rise building, a sky full of red light suddenly burst out.
what is that……
There was a flash of red light, and a figure appeared in the hall of Gordon Manor. Before Jarvis could say anything, he felt himself being hugged. Wanda bent down, holding her husband's arm.
"vomit--!!!!"
The other two people rushed over to help her, but Wanda couldn't stop vomiting on the spot. She couldn't vomit anything anymore and kept vomiting the acid in her stomach. She couldn't straighten her back and kept shaking and twitching.
Jarvis hugged her and kept stroking her back. After a few minutes, Wanda finally stood up, but she still found it difficult to control the crimson power around her, and ripples appeared in the space.
"What happened?" Jarvis asked her. "What happened to you?"
Because Wanda had already sent him a message, Jarvis knew what was going on. Although he did not approve of Wanda's risky move, he did not think that Wanda would really be hurt.
To be precise, the current Scarlet Witch is no longer a human being, nor can she simply be called a mutant. She is the embodiment of the Scarlet Power, more like some kind of abstract entity. She is also an administrator in the Scarlet Witch's team in the fighting world. This kind of existence cannot be harmed by ordinary people.
But he forgot one thing, that is, even if the life form is upgraded, as long as it still has human wisdom and emotions, it is inevitable to suffer mental harm.
When Scarlet Witch raised her face, there were still traces of tears on it. She grabbed Jarvis' arm tightly and was about to say something when she looked at Barbara beside her.
So she pulled Jarvis out of the room.
Jarvis looked at her with concern. Wanda hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Bones, I saw a lot of bones, all...all of them are children's bones."
As Wanda told his story, Jarvis gradually understood what had happened about half an hour ago.
After leaving the prison, Wanda walked all the way deeper into the air-raid shelter. The deeper she went, the colder and damper it became. Although Wanda firmly believed that nothing could hurt her, her years of common sense still made her feel a chill on her back.
At the deepest part of the prison floor, Wanda found a room. This room was very strange. It was located alone on the deepest flat ground. It was obvious that it was not an original air-raid shelter facility, but was built later. The strangest thing was that the door was a security door like the door of a bank vault.
Wanda didn't rush in. She gently touched the wall, allowing the crimson power to penetrate into the wall, and then was surprised to find that the wall was very thick, more than enough to be used as a nuclear bunker.
The building is just a square house that looks unremarkable. It is already inside an air-raid shelter, but it is built with such thick walls. Wanda really can't figure out what this thing is protecting against. Could it be that there is a monster sealed inside?
But even if it was a monster, Wanda was not afraid. She felt that this thing was covered so tightly, there must be a secret inside, so she flashed and used magic to flash in.
To her surprise, the house was not dark at all, but very bright, which was completely different from the cramped, cold, damp and dark atmosphere outside. The decoration inside the house was very luxurious, with natural marble floors and wool carpets. The furniture was all dark brown solid wood, and the lighting was retro candlesticks that looked very valuable.
This is a collection room.
There are eight display cabinets on each side of the hall facing the main entrance. When Wanda vaguely saw the contents of the display cabinets, her breathing became rapid.
She walked forward quietly and soon stopped in front of the first display case. What was placed in it was not jewelry or works of art, but bones.
Bones of all sizes and in all kinds of positions were arranged in various shapes. Even though Wanda knew little about medicine, she could roughly tell what part of the skeleton it was.
She saw a hip bone, which confirmed that all of the bones came from children under the age of ten.
The scarlet power seeped into the display case, and Wanda discovered that this was not a model, but real bones with the structure of a real person's bones, and they were well preserved.
Wanda already had a bad feeling in her heart, but she still gave herself hope, thinking that maybe it was a body donated voluntarily. Wasn't it said that the mortality rate of children in Gotham was very high before?
She looked up and saw that in addition to the display cabinets, there were rows of glass cabinets against the wall, all filled with similar bones.
Wanda suppressed her nausea and continued to walk inside because she found that there was another door at the back of the exhibition hall.
Of course, for fear of alerting the enemy, she remained invisible throughout the process and was confident that she would not be discovered by ordinary people's cameras.
Wanda tiptoed towards the door and flashed in again in the same way. The room was very dark. Wanda, who was used to seeing things with her eyes, subconsciously used the crimson power to illuminate the room.
The moment the room lit up, she was stunned.
There are countless bones here.
But unlike the bones in the display cabinets outside that were cleaned and well preserved, many of the bones here were covered in dirt and showed signs of decay, while those near the door were even fresh.
Wanda covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming, but at this moment, an instrument above the room suddenly sounded an alarm.
Wanda was in a panic and left the air-raid shelter without thinking too much. She held onto a tree and started vomiting.
Those bones were so small, as miniature as miniature model toys, and they all belonged to one child after another. Wanda thought of her own children. If there were bones of her own children among them...
Wanda's emotions completely collapsed. She could no longer control herself. She vomited everything in her stomach. The uncontrollable crimson power illuminated the entire valley, turning it into almost a red world.
But soon, she saw the security guards of the crematorium at the foot of the mountain rushing up the mountain with pistols in their hands. With her remaining sanity, Wanda realized that she must have been discovered, and she returned to Gordon Manor as quickly as possible.
But the horrifying scene still did not leave her mind. She hugged Jarvis tightly. The panic attack made it difficult for her to breathe on her own. Her face was flushed red. The air and words in her lungs were blocked in her throat, unable to go up or down.
“Calm down, Wanda. Imagine you are a bird, spreading your wings and floating in the wind. You need to keep your body steady. Don’t fall to the left or to the right. Just keep floating, floating…”
A few minutes later, the most intense stage of the panic attack passed and Wanda slowly calmed down, and at this time, Gordon also rushed back.
"Wanda, what's wrong with you?" Gordon looked at her with some concern, and Jarvis shook his head at him.
Barbara immediately stepped forward, and Gordon hugged her. After letting go, he touched her face and said, "Are you okay, honey?"
"I'm fine. We've been safe here. But Wanda doesn't look well. I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe we should ask a doctor to come over?"
"No, there's no need." Wanda's slightly weak voice came, and she and Jarvis walked back into the house.
Wanda held Jarvis' hand tightly, but she no longer looked so weak. She walked to the center of the room, took a deep breath, relaxed her shoulders, turned her head and looked at Gordon and said.
"You are a good police officer. You will catch criminals, bring them to court for trial, and then send them to jail. You have done a good job."
Gordon didn't understand what she meant, but he had a bad feeling, so he said, "Yes, Wanda, I will do this, so if you see any evidence of a crime, you must tell me. I promise that no one can escape the punishment of the law in my hands, never before and never in the future!"
"Can you imagine losing little Jenny?" Wanda asked, looking him in the eyes.
"What? What happened to little Jenny?" Barbara looked at the baby cradle anxiously, but her lovely daughter was sleeping soundly in it. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Wanda might be too nervous.
But Gordon seemed to guess what she was going to say.
"I can't accept it, Wanda. I can't accept that my daughter is in trouble, because I am a father. I must protect her and love her at all times..."
"Yes, but if someone took her away from you, would you expect the murderer to just live in prison?"
Gordon fell silent suddenly.
The police's responsibility is to maintain social rules, but Gordon is an honest man and he cannot hide it from himself at this moment. He knows that if it really comes to that time, he will not think so. He will swear to make the murderer pay an unimaginable painful price.
"I'm a mother too, so like you, my answer is no. Going to jail is a blessing for them."
"Wanda, calm down. No matter what you saw, don't be impulsive and do something extreme..."
"I understand that you want to maintain social order and don't want me to break the rules out of anger and hurt innocent people or pay the price myself."
Rage gradually built up in Wanda's eyes until it burst into flames.
"But it's the people who have to pay the price for breaking the rules, and I am the Scarlet Witch."
The moment the words fell, everyone in the room felt that the world was almost completely shrouded in red.
Wanda floated in the air, her long hair dancing in the wind. The rich crimson light in her eyes flashed away, leaving only the cold words echoing.
"I say that everyone involved in this incident will die a tragic and painful death."