Chapter 660 Vision

For a whole day, Roland checked every channel on the TV.

Among them, there are really a few programs that explain martial arts competitions. Unlike traditional fighting, the arena of martial arts competitions is almost half the size of a football field, and there are no referees on the field. The battles between the contestants were also much more intense, and it was commonplace to smash the floor, and the sound of boxing from both sides was like thunder, and it looked like special effects had been added.

In terms of competitive viewing, it is indeed much more exciting than boxing or free fighting. Just punching to the flesh, without the number of rounds and intermissions, can make the audience excited from the beginning to the end, not to mention the two often fight. Blood, cuts and bruises all over the body. Roland couldn't help frowning. As a martial artist, this kind of battle is too hard. Don't they worry about losing their lives to spend the bonus after winning the game?

But what he cares about the most are those who are known as fighters.

There is no doubt that their physical fitness is much higher than that of ordinary people, and the force of nature is not just to enhance strength or speed, it seems that there are special uses.

Most of the commentaries outside the field gave these skills a special name, and they also used it as a martial artist's nickname to promote it. For example, this man named Hurricane, he can hit ultra-high-speed combo punches in an instant, so his nickname is Stormy Storm.

Seriously, isn't this the same as putting your fighting cards in front of your opponent?

It's just that it's okay, what surprised Roland even more was that he actually saw the figure of the devil in the game.

It was a typical madman, tall, with burly arms, without a mask or iron gloves, and the exposed fangs and three-finger features obviously did not belong to humans, but the audience turned a blind eye to it. Listening to the tone of the commentary, it seemed that they were just Think of the other party as a martial artist from a foreign country.

He finally saw the weirdness and power of the dream world.

In order to make the demons devoured by Zero reasonable, the dream even turned them into a minority race living together in this world. So what about the hybrid evil beast? The image of a vigorous Argonian maid could not help appearing in Roland's mind.

It wasn't until his stomach growled that he realized that the sun had gradually set to the west.

Roland couldn't help frowning.

Usually at this time, Zero should have already returned.

Looking through the diary before, I learned that her school is on Zhongshan Road, about three kilometers away from the apartment building, and it takes ten minutes to get home by bus. The cram school ends at 5:30, and it is now 6:15. Did something happen in the school?

After thinking for a while, Roland decided to go downstairs and buy something to fill his stomach.

After all, she may also be hanging out with her friends. In summer, it will not be completely dark until around eight o'clock. It is not strange to use this time to go to the park or the game hall to play.

He is the landlord, not the nanny. Even if you go to school at this time, you may not be able to meet her, so it's better not to meddle in your own business.

Little girl, no matter how hardworking she is, she still wants to be lazy occasionally.

This time, he will cook the dinner... No, he will bring takeaway.

At this moment, the picture on the TV suddenly flashed, and the martial arts competition turned into a news broadcast room.

"Good evening, viewers, an urgent news break."

The host held a stack of scripts and read worriedly, "There was a robbery with a knife on Zhongshan Road. A No. 29 bus was hijacked. The traffic police have blocked the intersection. Please stay away for now. Go out. We will broadcast the progress of the incident as soon as possible.”

The picture on the TV quickly cut to the scene, and the road was already crowded with onlookers, everyone scrambled to stand outside the cordon, showing no intention of evacuating.

Wait, isn't this the road that Zero usually takes to go to school?

Roland's heart sank suddenly. Could it be that she was also kidnapped?

This is definitely not good news. As an important part of the dream world, he doesn't know what the consequences of the death of a key person like Zero will be. With experience, the subconscious mind of the brain will cheat when it encounters a problem that cannot be compiled.

The result is waking up suddenly with no memory of the dream.

Roland absolutely didn't want to end this dream before his deep memory was emptied.

Not to mention that there are many residents in the building of souls - if they also have the door of memory fragments, it will be excellent information for understanding the real world.

Of course, it was also possible that Zero's existence had no effect on the dream, but he didn't want to take the risk.

Thinking of the strange power surging in his body, Roland decided to go to the scene to have a look, maybe it could be of some help.

After leaving Tongzi Street, he ran all the way along the road full of traffic, the heat circulated surgingly in his body, and the speeding steps did not feel strenuous at all. Even while running at high speed, Roland can still easily control every part of his body, flexibly avoiding passers-by on the street. The distance of three kilometers is almost shortened at the speed of a sprint of 100 meters. In just eight minutes, he arrived the location of the incident.

However, what Roland didn't expect was that as soon as he squeezed into the crowd, he found that the robber had already been captured and was being interviewed in tears, saying that he was just impulsive, while the crowd booed disappointingly. At that time, they generally dispersed, and the traffic police were clearing up roadblocks and preparing to resume traffic.

Roland twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't he say that the police always arrive late after the incident is over.

In addition, among the passengers evacuated from the bus, he didn't find Zero's figure either—it seemed that he ran away for nothing this time.

Just as he was about to go back, a call for help came from the narrow alley beside the street.

Roland was stunned, and looked into the alley. Although the sun had not completely set at this moment, the light was completely blocked by the tall buildings on both sides, and it was pitch black inside, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Illusion?

He walked slowly to the entrance of the alley, and after a few minutes, he heard a faint cry for help again.

There are people inside!

At this time, the police should be called for help.

Roland looked back to the side of the bus, only to find that the police had escorted the robbers into the police car and were driving away. It was obviously too late to stop them.

Or pretend you didn't hear it?

But he clearly felt that something in the alley was attracting him.

Ever since he got close to here, the heat flow in his body suddenly became more intense, as if it was clamoring or jubilant, as if urging him to move on.

Roland walked lightly into the narrow alley.

His eyes quickly adapted to the faint light, and he saw a man with his back turned to him, and there was nothing else around him.

"Are you asking for help?" He asked with a frown.

The man didn't answer, but turned his head 180 degrees directly. This strange sight made Roland gasp.

However, the more surprising thing is yet to come.

His face seemed to have been scorched by flames, his scorched skin was covered with blisters, and a crimson cyclone swirled above his forehead, shining in the dim light.