He Who Gazes at the Red Moon
1384 Words
“Don't think nonsense! This is an ordinary technological parallel world ...... ordinary my ass!”
Bruce gave himself two slaps, trying to use the pain to suppress the chaotic thoughts churning in his mind.
“KAM, who's a good guy crossing over without a golden finger!” He cursed under his breath and sighed helplessly.
Adjusting slightly, he casually got some sandwiches to fill up his stomach, picked up another bowl of freshly boiled Chinese medicine, and walked towards the balcony.
It was about six o'clock in the evening, and it wasn't quite dark yet in Los Angeles in September; the streetlights in the neighborhood were already on, a warm yellow glow spilling onto the ground.
In the distance, by the community facilities, you can see a few families playing with their children, and on the road there are white-collar workers who just got off work, tired but still maintaining a decent smile, exchanging pleasantries with their neighbors.
Everyone here seems to have been carved out of a standard template, polite and well-dressed, but with a vaguely unnatural smile.
“It's as if each one is a poor imitation of an upper class actor.” Bruce thought silently, a hint of mockery flooding his heart.
In the end, there weren't many truly wealthy people in this neighborhood, and even if they weren't tenants, they were just middle-class people with average financial conditions. Who would live here if they were truly wealthy?
He came back to his senses and looked up at the sky.
The sky was at the junction of dusk and night, the remnants of the sun hadn't yet receded, and the bright moon hadn't yet risen, so the entire canopy appeared gloomy and misty.
But this kind of gloominess is not the kind of depression of insufficient light, but more like the sky is covered by some kind of fine dust, making the light fragmented and thin, unable to clearly fall to the ground.
It was actually a bit irritating to look at for a long time.
Bruce squinted his eyes and observed for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze and tilted his head back to drink the herbal medicine in one go. The scalding liquid slid down his esophagus and into his stomach, the heat spreading along the surface of his body and forcing out a hot sweat.
He lightly exhaled a hot breath and turned around to return to the living room.
Coming to the computer, Bruce skillfully opened the hidden surveillance control software, pulled the progress bar, pinpointed the point in time when the eldest uncle broke into the house, and began to playback frame by frame.
On the screen, the eldest uncle Victor pushed the door to enter, the action is decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
“He is not at all surprised that I am at home ......,” Bruce's eyes flinched, ”indicating that he has been monitoring me.”
This was something he had been vaguely aware of for a long time. From the moment he tried to resign but was nearly buried alive, it was clear to him that the family still had hidden eyes in the Bureau of Forensic Medicine.
“If it wasn't for the fact that I'm important, he could have arranged for someone else to carry out the plan ......”
So, that “verification code” argument doesn't stand up logically at all.
What's even weirder is the change in the eldest's attitude.
Before he hadn't even thought of resigning, his eldest uncle had been caring, kind and gentle, but after the resignation fiasco, Bruce clearly felt that he had grown much colder towards himself.
“Even when my adoptive parents asked for help when they were seriously ill, they were rebuffed by him ...... with only some help from my cousin.”
He dawned on him that perhaps at that time, the eldest uncle had already begun to lay down this invisible chain, using money to bind him into this chess game.
What's more, that “buried alive warning”, how to look at it is not like a temporary intention, but like a deliberately created psychological tactics.
“Uncle in the end ...... figure what?”
In the middle of thinking, the screen has advanced to before Victor left.
Bruce immediately slowed down the speed and stared intently at the screen.
Only to see Victor get up to leave, suddenly as if remembering something, he turned back and lightly mentioned the blood moon vision, telling Bruce to remember to look up.
“It looks normal?” Bruce frowned.
But as he continued to respond perfunctorily, saying that he was going to work part-time, Victor's figure in the picture suddenly swelled up a bit, as if his sinews were bulging and his muscles were tearing, instantly becoming even more lanky!
And then, the moment he twisted his head, it returned to its original state.
“Holy s**t!” Bruce almost jumped up from his chair, “It's not an illusion! It's really getting bigger?!”
A chill ran through his heart as he thought of those blood-streaked, beast-like pupils.
“It's not human ...... definitely not!”
Reason told him that it was an unnatural physical manifestation.
“Werewolf? Shifter? Demonic species?”
Thoughts clashed wildly in his head, could explosives kill this kind of existence?
But what was even stranger was that the point of the eldest's visit tonight didn't seem to be the so-called three-year plan or code verification, but ...... to show him the blood moon?
Bruce froze.
He wasn't ...... going to awaken some bloodline too, was he?
“Head's up!” He rubbed his hair hard, his thoughts all over the place.
Calm! Be calm! He rushed into the restroom and washed his face, taking deep breaths before reorganizing his logic:
Uncle said that he joined the Bureau of Forensic Science in order to bring him into contact with the criminal experiment team, so that he could verify a certain secret that would “make the family great again”.
But judging from the surveillance, Uncle was more concerned about whether he'd be on time to “enjoy the moon” tonight.
“Which means--”
Bruce whispered to himself, “Moonrise = Secret = Key Node?”
This inference was absurd, but it could not be denied that Dabu was indeed hinting at this correlation in an extremely forceful manner.
“The question is ...... what exactly is on that moon?”
He made up his mind that he would no longer take a part-time job tonight.
He, for one, was going to enjoy the moon.
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At eleven p.m., Bruce sat on his balcony against his weariness and looked up into the night sky.
The sky was gray, a few scattered stars dimmed by the city's light pollution, and a silver moon hung in the sky, bloodless.
“Fool me ...... It's almost twelve o'clock.” He muttered.
He had checked on the Internet, this world's record of the blood moon was not clear, and even many cults had taken the opportunity to advocate the theory of doomsday, causing social panic.
In the middle of his rambling thoughts, suddenly, an exclamation of surprise came from the other end of the neighborhood: “The moon has turned red! God, it's so beautiful!”
In the next second, the sky suddenly changed.
The silver-gray moonlight was quickly covered by the color of blood, and a layer of demonic red radiance was sprinkled on heaven and earth, and the air seemed to freeze, as if hell was cracking open and tentacle-like chains of light were dropping down to earth.
At the same time, Bruce's body shook.
As if his consciousness was pulled by some force, he looked up at the blood moon, his expression was stagnant, and his whole body was motionless, as if he was deeply penetrated into his soul by the red moon.
--
The blood moon, had truly descended.
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