Squinting, Constantine wondered, "What is this? A fanfiction with our name on it?"

Shrugging, Grant smiled wryly.

"Believe me, we also want to know the answer to this question, and it is precisely because of this bizarre manuscript that we decided to invite Mr. Constantine over!"

"What does it do?"

"A certain amount of precognition? We've tried sulfuric acid and flames, but we can't destroy this manuscript. We even suspect that there are other manuscripts in this town.".qqxsnew

Bear!

A cluster of magical flames exploded in Constantine's hands, and the manuscript was in the flames without even a trace of fire.

"It's really strange, this thing is also obtained from this town?"

Putting out the flame in his hand, Constantine asked.

"Yes, an investigator's unintentional gain."

Without going into specific details, Grant said very vaguely, this simple manuscript attracted the attention of Hydra, and after their investigation, the content of the manuscript will definitely appear in reality, just like foreknowledge.

Some people even speculate that if you collect all the manuscripts, you might be able to gain the power to predict the future.

And Hydra showed a very strong interest. In addition to the one shown in front of him, several manuscripts have been collected successively. There are even a few squads stationed near the town, ready to break in at any time.

When necessary, everything in the town can be "controlled".

"This manuscript is obviously more than one, and I am more and more interested in the content of its next story."

Smiling as he rose from his chair, the faces of Alice and Alan Wake flashed through Constantine's mind, both of whom were particularly evident.

One seemed to have known them for a long time, while the other revealed his identity at the first meeting.

Supernatural powers, small towns, vanished wooden houses, bizarre manuscripts, "Alan Wake"...

One clue flashed in his mind, and Constantine reluctantly connected them, but still needed some verification.

He found an umbrella from the house, opened the door and looked at the lake in the distance. There, at the position of the island in the middle of the lake, there was a yellow light shining through some building.

"Grant, are you really sure that the wooden house on the island in the center of the lake is no longer there?"

"Yes, our satellite photos can confirm this!"

"100% sure?"

"Yes, Constantine."

"Hum...that's interesting!"

Facing the pouring rain, Constantine smiled playfully and stepped into the rain with an umbrella.

Now, he is more and more curious about what happened in Bright Falls Town.

tao tao…

Behind him, putting away the documents on the table, Grant rushed out of the room in a hurry.

The lights in the distance made him pause, and the magical wooden house appeared again after Alan Wake!

He held up an umbrella, stepped on the muddy path, ran forward and shouted, "Constantine, wait for me!"

…

Boom!

The thunder in the sky became louder and louder, and the raindrops fell from the clouds, splashing the water.

Facing the wind and rain, on the violently shaking lake, a small boat was carrying two men to the island in the center of the lake.

wow-

The mist on the water spread to both sides as the ship approached, and Constantine stood on the bow with a black umbrella, looking at the gradually approaching island.

call…

The lights on it became more and more obvious, and even through the window glass, you could see a black... figure?

Chapter 155 "You two, you... are in trouble!"

anyone? !

"Quick, Grant, quicken! I want to know who that man is?!"

Grant in the cockpit cranked up the power, and the engine hummed forward.

They soon came to the shore, and as soon as they got off the boat, the two flew towards the wooden house.

Peng!

Roughly kicking open the wooden door, the two quickly searched the house. The house did not have that kind of rotten and damp smell, and there was not even a trace of dust on the ground. It was as clean as if someone had lived and cleaned it.

They searched room by room, and searched all over in a short period of time. Unfortunately, no one was found, as if the previous figure was just an illusion.

But that's impossible, the other party must still be on this island, and Constantine believes that his judgment is about to go out and look for it.

"Constantine, here is a manuscript!"

A shout from Grant called Constantine over, where a manuscript lay quietly on the floor of a room.

The above content is clearly recorded, they will come to the wooden house on the island in the heart of the lake tonight, and have a good sleep here, and then in the afternoon of the next day, in the lakeside villa of a certain doctor. Meet Ms. Alice.

"The content of this manuscript accurately predicted our arrival and made a prediction about tomorrow."

Holding this manuscript, Constantine felt more and more eccentric.

They are like plot characters in a novel, following the content and rhythm written by the author to advance the plot step by step.

But here's the question, if the characters in the book see their script for what's going to happen next, will they still follow the script?

"For example, right now, if the two of us choose to leave here immediately, then this prophecy will..."

Before Grant's proposal was finished, a familiar humming sounded outside.

Before he could say anything else, Grant's expression changed, he pulled out his hand and rushed out of the house immediately.

boom! boom!

The dim light and heavy rain completely interfered with his vision. Two consecutive bullets missed the target, and he could only see a figure driving their boat away unwillingly.

"Fake!"

Going back with a gloomy face, Grant was about to explain the situation to Constantine, but was startled to find that Constantine was already lying on the bed, looking like he was going to sleep.

"..." Grant asked blankly, with a face embarrassed.

"Constantine, what are you doing?"

"Sleep..." He rolled his eyes, and Constantine replied calmly.

"I know, I mean, uh...our ship was stolen just now, aren't you worried at all?"

Grant couldn't be cured. He gestured with both hands, trying to let the other party understand the current predicament.

"worry about what?"

Putting the quilt over his body, Constantine closed his eyes and turned his body sideways.

"I want to verify the prophecy in the manuscript more than the trivial matter of the ship being stolen! Well, Grant, stop talking nonsense and go to sleep." qqxδnew

"..." Feeling helpless, he called the other party twice. Grant saw that the other party no longer paid attention to him, so he could only walk out of the room full of thoughts.

Came to the hall, found a coffee machine and made a cup of coffee for himself. Grant took out his mobile phone and secretly reported the current situation to his boss.

"Yeah, I've been watching his manuscript secretly... um, I see... Constantine? He's, uh... sleeping soundly."

snoring...snoring...

Hearing Constantine's loud snoring, Grant hung up the phone speechlessly.

Constantine, in such a strange place, you sleep so sweetly?

Is it really good?

[Mood value +1400 from Grant Ward]

Sitting down on a chair by the window with a stern face, Grant wiped his bloodshot eyes, took a gulp of coffee, and prepared to get through the night with the aura of a senior agent.

"Hey... it's so cold!"

…

The next morning, Constantine stretched out of the house and saw Grant's dark circles at a glance.

"Dude, you can't do this! Even an agent should rest when it's time to rest. After all, you're not sleepy after driving for so long?"

Shet!

With bloodshot eyes, Grant sneezed fiercely, and he stayed up all night, nothing happened.

As the saying goes, if there is no comparison, there will be no harm. It's unpleasant, so unpleasant!

"Constantine, are you really big-hearted? Without the boat, how do we get back?"

Saying something neither yin nor yang, Grant had a dark face.

"Isn't that with you? I don't believe that there are no people around this town without you!"

Constantine grinned back and pointed out the window.

"Look, pick up our boat, here we come..."

Turning his head and watching a yacht approaching this way, Grant was silent.

Fake, do you want to cooperate like this! ?

[From Grant Ward's emotional value +1414]

Well, the yacht heard their cries and picked them up.

The man who sailed the boat was a chatty old man. Through talking with him, Constantine found that the other party was not curious about the wooden house on the island in the middle of the lake.

"Sir, don't you think it's strange that the wooden house appeared?"

Unable to bear, Grant stepped forward and asked.

The old man gave him a strange look and said, "What's strange? Isn't that wooden house there all the time?"

Um? x2

Grant and Constantine looked at each other silently, took out their mobile phones and called the special agent team outside the town to confirm.

"Uh-huh…"

Hanging up the phone, Grant reminded in a low voice in Constantine's ear: "Our people are not affected outside the town, this old man's thinking has been interfered..."

"Let your people send people in and ask them one by one. It's best to confirm the range of people it can interfere with."

Constantine gave a suggestion, and Grant immediately sent a task to his subordinates.

In the following time, they chatted with the old man who sailed the boat again about the gossip in the town. Seeing that there were no more clues, they resolutely said goodbye and left as soon as they landed.

The uncle who sailed the boat was a little gloomy. The two of them left as soon as they wanted to. Did he still have fun things about going to elementary school?

The two walked fast and went to check the boat that was lost last night. At noon, they had a meal in the restaurant. Grant received an investigation report from his subordinates. Everyone, including the police station, was affected. things are not curious at all.

In the afternoon, according to the content of the manuscript, the two found the lakeside villa recorded in the manuscript on the shore of Jufu Lake.

Speaking of villas, this place is more like a clinic, a place to recuperate for those artists who have problems in their hearts.

Musicians, rock singers, painters, poets... All the way in, although there are not many patients, most of them behave strangely, like a neurotic.

"Oh, I can remember how Alan Wake felt when he was here for the first time."

With a light sarcasm, in the innermost office, the two of Constantine found Alice.

"Please take a seat, this is the treatment center of a previous doctor. I live here temporarily and help the patients here by the way."

Alan Wake did not appear here, and Alice poured two glasses of water to entertain them.

"Ms Alice, we want to ask you some questions."

Seeing that the other party looked good, Grant played the role of an assistant very well and put a manuscript in front of her.

"This is?" Alice asked.

"We found a manuscript in the wooden house on Huxin Island yesterday. Some of the contents recorded on it are very interesting. You can take a look..."