Vol 2 Chapter 1389: ? Need to vent

Unlike the others who were busy dealing with the Raccoon City incident after the meeting, Penello went straight upstairs and went to Allen's room. After entering, he found that the other party was using his finger to control its time with a small bonsai. , Let it be like those crystal covers in the kitchen that were moved from the time hall of the Department of Mystery, and began to quickly repeat the process of growth and decay. When Penello approached, Allen set the bonsai in a flowering state Then he retracted his finger.
Some of the things that happened downstairs were chosen and some of the key points were told to Ellen, but Penello secretly brewed words to tell Ellen about her suspicion of Luna. She observed Ellen’s expression. Know whether the boyfriend, who usually feels almost omniscient, knows himself.
"The Muggle government intends to use nuclear bombs to destroy Raccoon City..." Penello stood beside Allen, his eyes never leaving Allen's cheek and said the information.
"Oh? The Magical Congress of the United States abandoned the secrecy maintenance law? No plans to solve it by itself...Is this waiting for me to warn?" Allen raised his eyebrows, "Forget it, you probably haven't found any survivors in these days, right? ."
"It's not much, only the long eyes found a few." Penello opened his lips slightly and rubbed his fingers on his chin. "When Albert was sneaking in, it was said that he admired a Muggle colleague named Chris. He also specially arranged for the policeman to be rescued during the suspended animation."
"Oh? Since I got along with Albert and asked the team to bring him back, I will say hello to the temple and arrange to transform him into a wizard?" Alan closed his jaw slightly and put the bonsai back on the table," said It’s a bit fun to get up. When I was in the fourth grade, my father wanted me to participate more in politics, and now I always think I should have greater things to do..."
Penello was silent for a moment, and her voice was not as sharp as it used to be: "...maybe he thought he could do a lot for you at first, but now he finds very little... so I want to bear more."
Hearing this, Alan stretched out his hand gently and shook Penello: "I know that people always need a catharsis channel... I put too much pressure on you."
"Does the mad girl also put you under pressure?" Penello asked directly, and then she gave up the idea of ​​making a small report at this time without waiting for Ellen’s response, and her voice was much stronger than normal. Tell me...find a vent channel to reduce our own inner unhappiness, at least it will be more comfortable...Do you have your vent channel?"
Alan looked at Penello with some nostalgia, and found that the other party seemed to have changed back to the witch who was still in the school today. He suddenly leaned back and pressed his whole body on the chair.
"You are right. We should vent our emotions. It's the same as you guessed. However, it is indeed my crime to leak the raccoon potion, so I have to find someone who is more responsible for it... "Allen's words reminded Penello that her mind cannot be hidden in front of the other party. She wanted to explain but was interrupted by Allen this time. "After the Muggle nuclear bomb was launched, the residual nuclear radiation pollution The harm to organisms and the environment is too great... and it is not necessarily guaranteed to eliminate all sources of infection... how about it, do you want to go over to solve it with me, and let me vent it?
Penello, who had been exposed to his thoughts just now, still had some intangible thoughts at this time: "Allen?"
She looked up, and saw Allen raised her arm and drew an arc in the air skillfully. Then after countless silent skulls burned, that kind of alien door appeared out of nowhere... Then Allen's fingers moved again. The invisible eyeball of the Secret Magic Eye was suspended in the air and passed through the door of the alien world.
Penello then calmly followed the opposite door. The painful and profound arches and curtains came into view, and her body was stretched instantly—that was the curtained hall of the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic in London, Mystery Affairs The other things in the company have been moved to the Hogwarts University area, only here is left behind to avoid the hidden danger of death.
This also made the female Auror's body muscles secretly strengthened, ready to hold Alan at any time, she must not let Alan get close there, so as not to repeat the history of the fifth grade after he was drawn into the curtain-the kind of experience she never wanted Tried again.
"Don't be nervous, Penello, I won't go by myself... I'm terribly dead." Allen turned around and said lightly, then stood up and grabbed Penello's arm. "Just make sure that no one will stay here when the time comes. The Crocker here is hurt."
"Allen, you are going to..." Penello tilted his head in doubt, looking at Alan's profile, becoming more puzzled, but before he finished speaking, he was dragged by Allen to teleport together. After a long stretch of feeling, she realized that the distance of apparition was not a long time.
And as she judged, when she resumed her sight, she found herself in a chaotic neighborhood. When she lifted her head a little, she saw the three most conspicuous huge letters—RPD, these three letters. Hanging at the top of the arched gate of this very old building is the abbreviation of the local police station that looks a little old in appearance at the back of the building.
Outside the arch, the police cars and ambulances were parked in random directions. Some of the doors were left open. The windshields of some cars were smashed, and some seemed to be made by man-made overturns. Something like temporary roadblocks.
The darkness at night and the disorderly lights, the unextinguished flames and smoke, and the strange fog around interfered with the sight, and also made it look more like the end of the world. Those invisible places seemed to hide monsters ready to go. He opened the blood basin and swallowed the living.
"Albert's report should have mentioned this place. When Muggles resisted these monsters contaminated by potions, they used this place as a sticking point." Penello's eyes were on the beach. Sweeping across the dark brown pool of blood, these bloodstains attracted a lot of flies. Apparently a lot of people died here, but there was no corpse on the scene.
Allen scanned the surrounding environment with his own prophetic eyes, and directly observed some information about turning over here not long ago. He sighed with emotion: "Muggles are more resistant than imagined."
"Citizens in need, please go to the police headquarters..."
Some mechanical female voices were heard from a radio speaker near the building. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com echoed on this cold street—it was timed to prevent the sound from attracting too many monsters, so there was no non-intermittent broadcast, but the local For their duty, the police did not close it until the place was breached.
Penello withdrew his gaze from the horn and noticed that the fog that was too thick to dissolve began to dissipate in the area where they were, and seemed to avoid them. This made her more certain of her previous guess and made her feel a little sad. Because of her own insignificance—she knew that in the eyes of the other party, she might not be much different from the citizens here.
"Penello, do you know when the Muggle government plans to launch the nuclear bomb?" Allen's voice interrupted Penello's thoughts.
"The warning from the Magic Congress of the United States did not specifically mention this... Albert they only said that they had received countless roaring letters here to inform that this is to remind the wizards who are still in the city to pay attention to evacuation. According to the given deadline, it should be There is still a long time." Penello finished answering with a frown, and asked worriedly about Allen's question. "Allen, Muggle weapons such as nuclear bombs and hydrogen bombs... can be regarded as one of their most deterrent methods. One... Its sphere of influence is very light, a nuclear bomb that can easily razed this city to the ground... Are you asking what you want to do? You brought me over and said to vent it...?"