3 Chapter 3. Aliens

Two people standing on the edge of the roof looked at the body below. Jay felt a little depressed, and at the same time, he couldn't figure out why the other party had committed suicide.

Noah wanted to see if there would be any changes in the body. Even if the appearance were the same, there would always be differences in internal organs, right? Noah also saw a shining box beside the alien body, but Jay didn't seem to see it...

"Noah, don't worry. He committed suicide and has nothing to do with us." Jay turned around and put away the gun, comforting Noah.

"Jay, don't you think what he said is a bit strange? Maybe he killed himself out of fear."

Jay looked puzzled, "Suicide for fear of being killed by others? Noah, this isn't a good time to tell jokes. Let's go. It seems that tonight's bar hopping is ruined. You have to come back to the police station with me to make a statement. Police cars are coming."

When they got downstairs, the two men went to the body.

[Found bronze treasure chest. Open it to get a reward.]

Noah chose to open it immediately. Of course, he saw the box instantly disappear. At the same time, the system showed that he had obtained two free attribute points.

[Retrieve personal information from the system.]

[Noah Anderson]

[Gender: Male]

[Level: 2]

[Vitality: 66]

[Spirituality: 1.1]

[Strength: 1.1]

[Speed: 1.1]

[Special ability: None.]

[Weapons: None.]

[Free Attribute Points: 6]

The upgrade attribute points were each added a bit to spirit, strength and speed, turning them all to 2.1. Noah instantly collapsed comfortably on the ground, which was much more of a stimulus than using the experience card.

"Hey, Noah, I told you, you shouldn't directly look at corpses. Don't worry; I'm here." Jay took Noah into his arms, thinking Noah couldn't handle seeing a dead body in real life.

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"All I want to do is come back home to a nice clean house and a nice dinner. But instead, I get this! It looks like poison! Don't you take that away! I'm eating that, damn it! It is poison, isn't it? I swear to God.... You're useless; the only thing that pulls its weight around here is my Goddamn truck!" Edgar, a small farmer, was cursing his wife when he suddenly heard the sound of an explosion outside.

He picked up his shotgun, pushed the door open, and saw his pickup truck disappear. There was a big pit on the ground, and the trees beside it were burning with flames.

"What the heck is it, Edgar?" When his wife came out, she felt her hands and feet grow cold. 'Was that a missile?'

"Get your big butt back in the house!" After Edgar drove his wife back, he took his shotgun and slowly walked forward. There was a great possibility of danger; he didn't want his wife to bother him.

Standing by the pit, Edgar looked down. It was dark below, but it was as if something was there.

"Please, put your weapon on the ground." A raw voice came out of the pit.

"You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers!" Edgar cocked his shotgun. 'This guy destroyed my truck, made a huge hole in the ground, and still wants to threaten me?!'

"Your proposal is acceptable."

Edgar didn't know what this sentence meant. Suddenly, he saw a tentacle-like thing pop out of the pit. He didn't even have time to shoot as he was grabbed by the head by the thing and dragged into it. He only had time to let out a scream.

At this time, there were sounds of something tearing and chewing coming out of the pit, and Edgar's screams slowly disappeared.

Half a minute later, a corpse that seemed to lack flesh and blood was thrown up and dragged down again. Then Edgar jumped up again, moved his neck, and returned to the house with the shotgun as if nothing had happened.

"Edgar, what on earth was that?" The wife was relieved to see her husband come back.

"Sugar."

"Sugar? I've never seen sugar do that..." The wife obviously didn't believe it, but she was too numb to ask more.

"Give me sugar."

The wife is puzzled. Her husband didn't seem to like sweet things very much before. 'What's the matter today?' However, when she saw her husband's serious expression, she quickly handed the sugar jar to her husband. Maybe her husband was a little nervous and needed sugar to relax.

"In water... More."

A jar of sugar, mixed with a glass of water, didn't even completely dissolve. However, Edgar gulped it down like it was nothing. When Edgar looked up, his wife found that her husband's skin was incomparably loose.

"Edgar, your skin is hanging off your bones." The wife said hesitantly. Why hadn't she seen anything like that before? Was her husband sick?

Edgar looked in the mirror and saw that the skin on his neck was really flabby. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair, then lifted it up. His whole face was distorted as if he was pulling on his entire face.

"There, is that better?"

The wife's eyes rolled up, and she fell straight to the ground. Edgar, carrying his shotgun, walked out of the room and pushed the spacecraft he came in, out of the pit.

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"I swear what I said is true. When that guy blinked, there were really two pairs of eyelids." Jay looked at his two colleagues. 'Why can't they believe me?'

"Two pairs of eyelids?" The fat police officer looked at the Captain, who was wearing a white shirt and pacing the room. "You know... like high beams and low beams..."

The Captain suppressed his laugh, "Edwards, was that before or after he drew the weapon that you claim evaporated into a million particles?"

"After, Sir."

"And a... why is it that none of the other officers was in either of these two events?" The Captain asked sarcastically.

"Noah saw it. He came back with me to make a statement. Didn't you ask him?" It was hard to believe Jay's words, but he was telling the truth.

"As for why the other, some of the other officers were a little soggy in the midsection. I guess that's why they weren't able to keep up." Jay gazed at the fat officer.

"Edwards, what's your problem! I think you threw him off the roof!" The fat officer didn't like it and felt quite insulted.

"Outside! I want to talk to you! Outside, now! " The Captain stopped two colleagues from fighting each other and then looked at Jay, "You have to think clearly here."

In the next room, Noah was also sitting in a chair, with a bright lamp over his head, shining straight on him.

"Are you sure you weren't high on drugs? You've been there, right?" Jasmine, the policewoman with a nice rack, stared into Noah's eyes.

"No. And you can check my records. I don't have the kind of money to touch those things."

"You mean, if you had money, you would?" Jasmine came close to Noah, glaring at Noah from above, but Noah's viewpoint was just enough to see her chest.

"Officer, I was invited back as a witness to make a statement, not a prisoner. I'm responsible for every word I say, and you should also be responsible for what you say. Otherwise, I can always clamp up and ask for a lawyer."

Noah crossed his legs. If an alien appeared, the M.I.B would certainly step in, the memory of this female officer would be erased, and the relevant surveillance would also be erased. So, it didn't matter if his words were aggressive.

With a click, a fat officer opened the door and came in, "Jaz, what did this kid say? Did Edwards push the man off the roof?"

"Hey, this is my interrogation. Who let you in?" Jasmine was annoyed.

"The Captain asked me to come and help. Kid, hurry up and explain, don't delay my shift!" He had to spend all night interrogating this kid. Didn't this kid know one must have their beauty sleep?

"I repeat, the one who committed suicide was an alien, and the proof is that he had two pairs of eyelids. You can send a forensic doctor to dissect his body."

"Aliens? Are you going to use a ridiculous lie like that to cover up homicide?" The fat officer looked at him in ridicule.

"Jasmine, let's go out for a break, have a cup of coffee, let him clear his head here and come back for questioning later. I'm sure he'll tell the truth eventually." The fat officer pulled Jasmine out.

Noah wasn't in a hurry and still had a faint smile on his face. After a while, a woman knocked at the door and came in with an identification badge around her neck.

"I believe you. I'm Laurel Weaver, deputy medical examiner. Find me at the morgue with Edwards later; I'll show you. "