Chapter: 3137
If the problem is Utopia, not the residents of Utopia, then my evasion may kill a poor lady... Wendell retracted his gaze and was slightly shaken, but he couldn't overcome the fear in his heart.
He supported the table with his hands, stood up, and walked towards the door, intending to walk around the MI9 headquarters to relieve his mood.
After leaving the room and walking a few steps along the aisle, Wendell suddenly heard a colleague in the next office discussing a case related to Utopia: "Have you heard that? The last person who entered Utopia was a coachman, and he sent a man from Utopia When a businessman goes to the dock area, he just turns two streets and finds that the surroundings have become strange."
"It is necessary to remind all the coachmen in Backlund, well, it is best to equate utopia with spies, so that they can understand."
"The way you get in and out of utopia is just frightening."
"Yes, sometimes, I even doubt that the entrance to Utopia can appear anywhere."
"There must be a certain limit, it's not as omnipotent as we think... Otherwise, I would just go to the bathroom and find myself in utopia."
"Judging from the laws summarized so far, this is theoretically established."
"..."
Wendell heard the blood vessels on his forehead twitch slightly, and suddenly felt that even at the headquarters of MI9, it was not so safe.
Unless there is a demigod watching me all the time, it will be difficult for me to avoid the fate of returning to Utopia. Maybe, after I wash my hands, I open the door of the bathroom, and I will find the "Iris" hotel of Utopia outside... ...No, ordinary demigods may not be able to stop this kind of thing. This is simply not something that humans can do, and it is extremely close to a god... Wendell panicked instantly, and could no longer contain the fear in his heart.
Following the fluke that suddenly occupied his mind, he returned to the room and took out the document from the Utopian court from the drawer.
Immediately afterwards, Wendell entered the bathroom, and while holding the document, he whispered in fear: "I am willing to testify in court.
"I would like to testify in court.
"..."
After several times in a row, he reached out and grasped the handle of the bathroom door.
At this time, a pitch-black crow flew in through the transom like a ghostly shadow, and landed in a corner of the bathroom where no one was paying attention.
The next second, Wendell twisted the handle, pulled it back, and opened the bathroom door.
What appeared before his eyes was no longer the familiar bedroom, but a strange hall.
He really returned to Utopia just like that... Seeing the scene outside, Wendell somehow felt relieved and relaxed, and he no longer had any doubts about his choice to testify in court.
You know, the location he was in just now was the washroom of the MI9 headquarters, even if there was a fully armed army, it would be impossible to attack.
Exhaling slowly, Wendell walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the entrance of the hall.
Behind him, in the unnoticed corner of the bathroom, the pitch-black crow was covered with a shadow-like veil, and lost its substantial sense of existence. Even if you stare directly at it, it is difficult to find it.
Then, its body became more and more transparent, and quickly dissipated until it disappeared.
At this time, Wendell had walked several meters in the hall, and saw a policeman in a black and white grid uniform coming in at the entrance.
This is the young police officer Biles who asked him to testify in court.
"I know you will definitely come, because you are a kind person." Byers greeted Wendell with a smile.
Hearing this compliment, Wendell's heart finally fell back to its original position. Then, he instinctively looked back, only to see that the bathroom he came out of had changed, and he no longer felt familiar to him.
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In the maze of dreams made up of many minds, the huge white rabbit walking upright squeezed through the open door and entered the wilderness where gray and white columns and magnificent palaces stood. JrNovels.com