She was sure she would die because she knew she was sinking into the dull seabed, and the phosphorescent creature wandered around her, and something was slowly dragging her down under the endless abyss.

The cold sea water was stuffed into her lungs, and the stagnant lungs were like heavy lead in her chest. She could hear her heartbeat, but the sound was extremely far away, as if her heart was still beating on the sea. She suspected that she had died long ago, and her heartbeat was just auditory hallucinations, otherwise she should have waved her limbs and struggled to cough out the water. However, nothing happened. She sank into the bottom of the water like a marble, her limbs were cold and heavy, and she could not even bend a finger. Although she could not see it, her sixth sense emanated, touching the creatures swam around her - those slippery and deformed fish. They swam quietly, staring at her flesh and blood with their degenerate eyes. They were waiting for her death, so that they could tear her flesh and eat the sweet internal organs of the warm-blooded creatures with their broken fangs.

This will hurt a lot! She thought to herself. She remembered the books she had read, the precious literature buried in the library, and when her teacher appeared, she could get in touch with the knowledge that the nobles could learn. She could conclude that no poem in this world has depicted the other side of death. It is not sacrifice, tragedy and passion, but people who were cut open like fish during death, with blood and shit and urine mixed together and smell emitted.

She felt that she would not look good when she died.

Hell! I wasn't wearing clothes! She noticed this at this time. Well, no one saw it anyway. I'll die soon, and the only witness was a group of ugly fish, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

But soon, the sparse optimism gradually dissipated with time. She could not judge the speed of her falling, nor could she calculate the time. Whenever she started counting, the whispers from the bottom of the sea would affect her attention and mess up her mind. She tried to recite spells that could help her, but there was no effect. She became deeper and deeper, and became more and more desperate. Even the ugly creatures around her were gradually disappearing, and the transparent molluscs emitting glimmers disappeared. She felt that the black tentacles stretched out from the bottom of the sea had wrapped around her limbs and clenched her neck.

She only has one method left to try.

The sunlight pierced the water like melted gold. She suddenly realized that she had never opened her eyes, and the dazzling light shone bright spots on her eyelids. She remembered that she had never sunk into the bottom of the sea. "Huh--" Wanda sat up from the bathtub in horror, her long wet hair was tied behind her head, and the warm water droplets quickly cooled down and slipped off her face. She gasped and blinked her eyes quickly to squeeze out the moisture, but the mist that filled the bathroom made it difficult for her to see clearly what was going on. She knew who the person standing not far away was, and she felt the thoughts he exuded, as if she was announcing her identity to her. Wanda did not reach out to cover her body, even though she saw that her body was a man, "Teacher, I..."

Salomon moved his finger away from the light switch.

"The circuit tripped just now, and then I heard you calling my name." Salomon leaned against the bathroom door, holding a tray in his hand. Wanda smelled the scent of food. He walked towards Wanda, who was naked, and then squatted down beside the bathtub to show her the food in the tray. Wanda smelled an ambiguous smell from him. When she woke up from the strange bed, the maid who had already been waiting on the side explained to her everything she had to know, such as where she was, who brought her over, and what arrangements would be for her next. Her sixth sense felt the blushing screams from not far away, and the violent emotional fluctuations made her understand what was happening at once. She blushed and accepted the maid's suggestion very obediently, intending to take a shower, change her clothes, and greet the owner of the house cleanly.

"This is a small part of your breakfast." He placed the tray on a shelf within reach of Wanda. "At this home, the breakfast is divided into two parts. First, eat some sweet and sour fruits and some fried sausages, and if you still have an appetite, you can go to the restaurant for some meat."

"What happened last night?" she asked.

"You are too tired. I forgot that work is still a bit difficult for you. You carry too many negative emotions and then faint." He smiled, "Don't show that expression, Wanda. You did a good job, but you still lack experience and failed to filter out too many useless emotions. Say something that makes you happy. You have missed Kama Taj's morning exercise, which means you don't have to learn martial arts today."

"This is barely good news." Wanda sat in the hot water and stuffed a piece of sausage into her mouth. Salomon had already left the bathroom first, leaving only her own efforts to recall what happened last night.

"He came here last night?"

"Yes, sir." The agent nodded, and continued to arrange for the engineering team to excavate and asked the accompanying researchers to investigate the bones scattered on the ground. Sam grabbed his head. As soon as he entered the woods, he felt something was wrong. The cold and cold that filled the bushes was stimulating his skin all the time. "Maybe Salomon just took Wanda Maximov for a walk here. Although I don't know the young people very well, they liked this kind of horror for a while. We can't prove that those bones have something to do with them, don't we?"

"Don't be stupid, Sam." Agent Hill's voice came clearly from his headphones. "You've seen that part of the information. Although it's not the complete information, you also know the relationship between Corinthian and Salomon. He definitely didn't revisit his old place for a walk. If so, why didn't he go to the restaurant in the port? This is the last month of eating Maine lobster!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Maybe that's the case, Agent Hill. He just ate a little more and came here for a walk."

"Why do you want to deceive yourself, Sam?" Agent Hill sounded a little angry, "Didn't you see those bones?"

"I saw it. I only know that after Salomon arrived, the murders and disappearances that occurred in the town of Corinth for thirty years stopped in a very short time, and have not happened again until now." Sam smiled angrily. Although no agents saw it, "I will continue your mission, but don't instill anxiety in Pitro again. Maria, that's just a child. At the same time, I will not let the agents contact the things they shouldn't know. If you want to know those things, please talk to Salomon yourself, maybe he will tell you with mercy."

"Are you angry?"

"Yes, very angry." Sam lowered his voice. He walked to the scattered shallow pits and yellowed deformed skeletons, staring at the scars on the skeletons. "This is not the skeleton of ordinary humans. I don't think my agents can solve this thing. If you thought this was S.H.E.L.D. and could squander the life of the agents, then I want to tell you, no, it is absolutely impossible."

"Don't you want to know what Wanda Maximov is now, and what Salomon Damonet's real purpose?" Agent Hill was also a little annoyed. "What are you going to do if he really intends to overthrow a certain country and kill some people?"
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