Chapter 2108: The Ultimate New World (Part 24)

About ten minutes ago, Coulson's team drove away from Adela's house. They were preparing to go to the fifth witness's house for investigation. This witness was not an American, but a Canadian, living in a small town near Niagara Falls.

So Coulson and his group took their documents and prepared to clear customs. The customs clearance process was very smooth. Canadian customs almost didn't stop Americans. Coulson showed his documents, didn't even stop the car, and drove out directly.

Driving on the road, Coulson thought of the process Adela told him about her encounter with the visitor in the fog.

Years of experience in handling supernatural events made Coulson begin to speculate on the conditions for the appearance of the visitor in the fog. Would it be reaching a certain speed by driving? Would it be at a certain intersection? Or would it even be refueling at a designated gas station?

It sounded a bit absurd, but mysticism was just that absurd. Over the years, S. H. I. E. L. D. had never perfectly solved any matter. Most of them just calmed the influence, because many supernatural phenomena didn't follow logic when they occurred.

It might suddenly appear and cause a disaster, and then it would never appear again, and there was nothing that could allow humans to explore the laws of its appearance or make precautions.

This job often made Coulson feel the insignificance of humans. The last supernatural event he perfectly handled was the hammer that fell in New Mexico. Of course, it wasn't very perfect, because the one who finally solved the hammer was the hammer's owner, not him.

Coulson thought aimlessly. When he came back to his senses, he found that it was foggy around him.

Simmons behind him reached out and patted his shoulder. Coulson looked back at her and nodded, but everyone tacitly didn't make a sound.

Coulson knew what he should do. He slowly stopped the car, lowered the car window, but didn't open the car door, nor did he get out of the car. Obviously, he was imitating what Adela had done.

He fiddled with the satellite positioning device and found that there was indeed no signal. Coulson stepped on the accelerator again, and the car continued to speed out.

But this time Coulson intentionally recorded the mileage he had driven. He found that Adela's feeling was indeed not very accurate, while the judgment of the two scientists behind him was more precise. He drove for about 200 kilometers before the car ran out of gas.

A car ride of more than 200 kilometers was not short. Logically, the whole process would be very long, but the few people felt that time passed very quickly.

Finally, the fuel was exhausted, and the car slowly stopped. Coulson still didn't rush to get out of the car. He quietly stared at the depths of the thick fog in front.

Sure enough, an ethereal human figure appeared at the end of the thick fog.

Now Coulson completely understood the scene Adela described. It looked like a human shadow, but no matter how one looked at it, it wasn't a physical human, but a shadow of thick fog.

No, saying it like that wasn't accurate either, Coulson thought. He wasn't a shadow of thick fog, but a mysterious visitor from the thick fog.

The other three people sitting in the car all pushed open the car door and got out. Coulson could clearly feel that some mysterious power was affecting them. Would it be fog?

Or were they actually the visitors in the fog, and the other party was the owner of this thick fog.

Coulson swallowed his saliva slightly. He didn't know whether he should open his mouth to talk to the other party. Although his reason told him that this wouldn't have any results, he still stepped forward slightly and said, "Who are you? What do you want?"

No response.

He just stood there quietly staring at all this, letting people understand that he was staring here, just wanting to say something, but was as ethereal and silent as fog.

Coulson took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and said to the others, "Prepare adrenaline. We must observe how the thick fog fades. This might hide the secret of this mysterious visitor in the fog."

That's right, Coulson intended to wear the Mist Visitor out.

According to Adela, her emotions were unstable at the time. After encountering these things, she collapsed directly, cried in the car, and fell asleep. When she woke up, she found that she had left.

But Coulson was a professional agent. The team he led had been through many battles and didn't feel that what was happening to them now was a disaster. This was just their job, so there wouldn't be any emotional fluctuations.

Since that was the case, they could stay here all the time. After recording the time well, they could see when the thick fog retreated. Then, by comparing the time they entered the thick fog, it was possible to find the laws of the appearance and disappearance of the thick fog.

Coulson shook his head and said, "Back to the car, take turns to stand guard, and see who the thick fog appeared because of."

This was another test, because so far, the sighting reports were all single-person, only photos. There would be situations where multiple people were in the same scene with the Mist Visitor, so to figure out the conditions for the appearance of the Mist Visitor, one had to change the number of people.

Coulson quickly arranged the shift for standing guard. The first shift was him, so the other three returned to the car first.

Because according to Adela, from crying to falling asleep, the physical feeling was about 40 minutes, so the first shift was set to one hour, and the second shift was lengthened a bit, the time became two hours, and so on.

Coulson didn't find any symptoms when he stood the first shift, and the shadow didn't show any changes. But just when changing shifts, the moment Coulson opened the car door, his hand froze.

He saw the thick fog gradually forming the shape of a huge eye in the sky reflected in the car window.

Coulson took a deep breath, knocked on the car door lightly, and his assistant May heard the agreed secret signal and pushed open the car door and walked out.

But Coulson didn't return to the car as agreed when the second shift came out. He stood blankly at the car door, as if he had seen something.

May walked over on tiptoe. The moment she saw the car glass, she was also stunned, because she also saw that huge eye, and in just a few dozen seconds, the eye had already begun to take shape.

"No..." Coulson said softly, "This place is not right."

The fog around was getting thicker and thicker. Coulson looked around, and he found that the visibility at this time was less than ten meters. They were completely surrounded by thick fog, as if soaked in an ocean of thick fog, completely wrapped, with almost no gaps.

Coulson paused, then began to knock frantically on the rear car window, called the two out, stretched out two hands, and said, "Change tactics, we must find a way to leave here, I have a bad premonition."

Just as Coulson said these words, the other two also saw from the reflection of the car window glass that the sky filled with thick fog was filled with one huge eye after another opening.

All the eyes became bigger and bigger, more and more crowded. In the end, the whole sky was filled with countless huge eyes, all staring at the few people on the ground.

Coulson pressed the car door and turned his head again to look into the depths of the thick fog. He found with some horror that the shadow in the fog seemed to be getting closer and closer to them.

It wasn't an illusion, absolutely not an illusion. Coulson didn't know if he had said this sentence, but he felt it might be, because his companions' faces soon showed horror.

Simmons' expression suddenly cracked. She pointed behind Coulson. Coulson turned his head abruptly. He saw a huge mouth.

That was a void surrounded by thick fog, with teeth composed of thick fog, but what was revealed behind the thick fog was not the clear highway scenery that should have been there, but countless bizarre scenes.

Then, accompanied by the giant eye in the sky blinking, everyone's vision went black for a moment. Accompanied by the giant mouth opening its mouth, everyone's mouths opened.

They felt that some kind of words were about to burst out, and Coulson's rich experience and extremely high inspiration saved him. He knew that he must never say that sentence, otherwise he would stay in the fog forever.

"Get in the car!!!"

Coulson roared while pulling open the car door and sitting in the driver's seat. At this time, the thick fog was already like substance, starting to squeeze into the car along the cracks of the car door, and those eyes and mouths were also crowded on the car window, as if desperately trying to get close to the few people.

Mainly, they had handled so many supernatural phenomena, and there was no experience more terrifying than this one.

Because there was no substantial monster, no enemy, and nothing that could be touched. They could see, hear, and feel, but in reality, they didn't see, hear, or feel anything.

Coulson maintained his limited reason. He could even take time to look at his watch. When changing shifts, he called the next shift one minute early, so it was exactly one hour now.

Coulson had nothing else to do. He stepped on the accelerator desperately, but didn't expect that the car that should have run out of gas actually started, and rushed straight towards the front of the highway.

But this wasn't good news, because at the end of the highway, in the depths of the thick fog, stood that mysterious figure.

Just as the speeding car brushed past that figure, Coulson finally saw it more clearly.

A man wearing classical formal wear, a black cloak, and a top hat, looking like a gentleman who had crossed over from the Victorian era, as if standing in another era behind the thick fog.

He watched Coulson drive the car speeding past on the other side of the highway, still ethereal and silent.

Just at the moment Coulson was dazed by staring at the Mist Visitor, when he came back to his senses, his body slammed against the back of the driver's seat, his body instinctively stepped on the brake, and everyone hit the front heavily.

Coulson lay on the steering wheel, panting heavily. His forehead was broken, and blood flowed down his cheek.

Bang bang bang!

Coulson turned his head and saw a policeman in uniform knocking on his car window glass, "Hello, do you need help?"

Coulson was stunned. Occupational disease made him touch the wound on his forehead, and he began to doubt if the Canadian police had bad eyesight. Didn't they see that they were already bleeding? Why was it still this reaction?

As a result, he didn't feel any pain when he touched it. He tilted his body to one side, looked at the rearview mirror, and found that he wasn't injured at all.

The few people in the car looked at each other. Obviously, they retained the previous memories. It seemed that this was the first group sighting event.

Now the primary work was to figure out where they were. Coulson raised his head and found that he was parked on the side of the road. He rolled down the car window and asked the officer, "Where are we now?"

"Maple Avenue." The officer with a Canadian accent said, "Oh, you tourists all call it that, but now the maple leaf season is almost over."

"No, we're fine, just that our colleague just received a piece of bad news." He needed to ease his emotions. Coulson made a dull expression and said.

May next to him immediately cooperated by pursing her lips tightly and giving the officer a wry smile. The officer immediately understood, put his hand on the car window glass, and said, "A very bad day, but it doesn't matter, as long as you continue to drive forward, the beautiful scenery of the big waterfall will heal all sadness."

"Thank you so much, officer, we'll go now."

Coulson said goodbye to the officer and stepped on the accelerator. The car started smoothly, indicating that the car still had gas. In the car, they all wanted to discuss what had just happened, but they also knew that now was not a good time.

They soon arrived at the Niagara-on-the-Lake town. They found a budget hotel to stay in. Just as they were about to return to the room to discuss what had just happened, they heard the hotel front desk discussing the fog at Niagara Falls with their colleagues.

Coulson went to listen for a while, and then learned that the continuous thick fog had seriously affected the revenue of the last tourist peak season of Niagara Falls, and the mayor of this town, which had always used the tourism service industry as its pillar industry, was currently recruiting professionals to solve the problem.

Professionals? Coulson thought, wasn't he a professional? Or were there other more professional people who knew about this kind of thick fog?

He had just thought of this when he heard the door of the budget hotel lobby being pushed open. Coulson turned a corner and walked down the stairs, seeing a man wearing a round hat, a black wool double-breasted long suit, and glasses talking to the front desk.

Coulson took a step down, footsteps landed, the man looked up, and Coulson saw a pair of light brown eyes. ===== CHAPTER 2109 =====