Chapter 433

Otherwise, it would be time to empty the magazine.

Pushing the door open and entering, the light inside the house was rather poor.

"Click—"

Karl pressed the switch, and the light immediately dispelled the darkness; the warm-toned light hit the wooden floor, feeling very cozy.

This coziness was specific.

——The power supply was normal.

Subsequently, the three of them began their indoor investigation mission.

Before long, Devonshire's exclamation threw this peace to the ground and crushed it ruthlessly:

"My God! This is—"

Captain Juno and Karl rushed toward the kitchen.

And then.

They froze in place, staring at the scene before them, their pupils dilating.

Sitting at the kitchen table were three adults—one man and two women; and on the floor to the side lay a young boy.

Their expressions held not a trace of pain; they even wore faint smiles, just like anyone who yearns for the future, looks forward to tomorrow, and loves life.

They all had their eyes closed, their heads tilted to one side, asleep in the eternal dreamland.

They were all dead.

Outside the screen, Asta fell silent.

This was the outcome for the public after the Foundation's files were unfolded, after encountering anomalies, after encountering containment objects.

It vividly displayed the underlying tone of this world—

Madness, coldness, cruelty.

When anomalies begin to run rampant, who can be spared from the disaster?

Whether it be the Foundation's research personnel, security forces, or the public who know nothing of this.

"Are they... dead...?"

Pom-Pom felt inexplicably anxious, as if seeing a cockroach in the house but failing to swat it dead.

No one looks like them when they die.

Usually, that is.

This world might contain some kind of terrifying thing...

The viewers at this moment also felt their scalps tingle; the smiles on the faces of those few people looked, no matter how one viewed it, like some kind of ominous omen.

Unless they were all followers of "Elation" Aha, who could find amusement even in death.

"This scene reminds me of a horror legend I heard as a child—there is a terrifying alien star-skiff that emits a death ray; as soon as you are hit by it, you die immediately."

"My assessment is that it's not as efficient as neutron annihilation. However, even with neutron annihilation, it couldn't make people die while smiling, right?"

"I suggest voting out the 'Three Brothers of Death' as the good guy; no matter how you look at it, He has the highest suspicion."

"Makes sense, but I'd like to make a slight modification: I appoint you as the 'Nemesis of the Three Brothers of Death,' go and kill Him."

"You say it so easily, you bastard."

Captain Juno's complexion was somewhat ugly; he tried hard to regain his calm, banishing the terrible thoughts entrenched in his mind.

"Command, do you see it?" he asked.

Command replied: "We can see it. Can you confirm if these people still have any signs of life?"

Captain Juno took off his tactical glove and placed his fingers on the male host's neck.

Very cold... no pulse... he was dead...

Captain Juno did not panic.

He gently pulled open the person's eyelid, letting the flashlight beam fall onto the eye.

The male host's pupils were dilated to the maximum, and the vitreous body was also very cloudy, which corresponded with the body temperature condition.

"The man is dead..."

Captain Juno announced calmly.

At the same time, the team members also completed their checks.

Karl and Devonshire looked at their captain, shook their heads, and said nothing.

A family of four, three adults and one child, none survived.

Neither miracles nor divine intervention had favored them.

Captain Juno continued to report to Command:

"The woman on the right... and the one on the left... and that child, they are all dead."

"It must have happened recently; there are no signs of decay."

All of this was too bizarre.

Even God, if He wanted to wipe out all life in the world, would have to send down an unprecedented great flood.

Then, the culprit that let life pass away and left the world in such silence.

What could it be?

An inexplicable anomalous disaster?

Some kind of super-weapon beyond current human technology?

Or a terrifying existence unknown to man?

Captain Juno slowly furrowed his brows; he closed the eyes of the deceased and cautiously adjusted their postures, changing them to a more comfortable position.

At least they could be decent after death.

Karl complained: "It's fucking terrifying."

Saying it was one thing, but the work had to continue, and the anomaly had to be investigated.

Next came a more detailed inspection.

Tracing the source to find the target.

Devonshire found something that might be helpful—

A newspaper.

It was still neatly folded, unopened, waiting for this family to read it.

Devonshire looked at it, then looked at the four sleeping people, and sighed silently:

You never know which will come first, an accident or tomorrow...

He unfolded the newspaper, cautiously.

As if he were examining the Dead Sea Scrolls, studying the Human Instrumentality Project, rather than reading a cheap product of the industrial age.

The information on the masthead was clean, neat, and clear—

【Hendricks County Gazette】

【Tuesday, April 19, 20█】

"There's a newspaper on the table..."

"Hendricks County Gazette, the date is—April 19, 20█."

"Command, can you confirm the headline?"

But he had no mood to read the news carefully at all.

Command:

"Wait a moment, agent."

"Headline confirmed; it matches the newspaper of that day."

Devonshire cursed under his breath:

"What the fuck."

Devonshire braced one hand against the wooden wall, staring at the date on the masthead and the front-page headline.

Even with the information confirmed, it was of no use; that sense of unease was spreading wildly, becoming increasingly fierce.

It was about to strike his sanity to the ground!

Even the chirping of insects was absent; the air here seemed to have solidified, and apart from the captain's breathing, all that could be heard was the sound of the refrigerator compressor running.

The continuous low-pitched hum made him feel somewhat breathless.

"The date on the wall clock is April 28, 20█—which is today. And the time is exactly the same." ===== CHAPTER 435 =====