Chapter 2145: Ultimate New World (24)_2

When Coulson was on the first shift, he didn't notice any symptoms, and the Shadow didn't show any changes, but when it was time to change shifts, the moment Coulson opened the car door his hand froze.

In the reflection on the car window, he saw the sky where dense fog gradually formed the shape of an enormous eye.

Coulson took a deep breath, and gently knocked on the car door. His assistant May, having heard the agreed signal, pushed open the door to exit the vehicle.

But Coulson didn't return to the vehicle as agreed by the time the second shift ended, he just stood dumbfounded by the car door as if he had seen something.

May cautiously came over and was startled as soon she glanced at the car window. She too saw that enormous eye, and in just a matter of several dozen seconds, it had already begun to take shape.

"No..." Coulson whispered: "Something is not right about this place."

The fog surrounding them was getting denser, Coulson looked around and his visibility was less than ten meters, completely engulfed by dense fog, as if submerged in an ocean of fog, fully enveloped, with no space left.

After a brief pause, Coulson began to frantically knock on the back seat window, calling out the remaining two, extending both hands, and saying: "Change in tactics, we need to try ways to leave. I have a bad feeling about this."

As Coulson spoke these words, the other two also saw from the reflections in the car windows that in the fog-filled sky, more and more giant eyes were opening.

The eyes were growing bigger and getting denser, and in the end, the entire sky was filled with countless giant eyes, all staring down at them.

Coulson once again looked towards the fog, he realized with some horror that the figure in the fog seemed to be getting closer to them.

It was no illusion, absolutely no illusion, Coulson didn't know if he had voiced this out loud, he thought he might have, because fear quickly appeared on the faces of his companions.

The expression on Simmons' face suddenly changed, she pointed behind Coulson, he spun around, to see a wide-open mouth.

It was a void surrounded by fog, with teeth formed out of fog. Past the fog was not the clear view of the road that should have been there, but countless chaotic scenes.

Then, with a blink of the enormous eye in the sky, everyone's vision went dark for a moment, along with the mouth opening for a moment, everyone's mouths opened too.

They felt as if some words were about to burst out of them, but Coulson's extensive experience and highly keen instinct saved him, he knew he must not utter those words, or else he would be trapped in the fog forever.

"Get in the car!!!"

As Coulson roared, he swung open the car door and got in the driver's seat. By now, the fog was substantial and started to seep in through the gaps in the doors, and those eyes and mouths were crowding the car windows, as if desperately trying to get closer to them.

The main reason was that they had handled many supernatural phenomena before, none of which was more terrifying than this.

Because there were no physical monsters, no enemies, nothing tactile. They could see, hear, and feel things, but as a matter of fact, they had not seen, heard, or felt anything at all.

Coulson managed to keep some of his sanity, that he even found time to glance at his watch. At shift change, he had called the next shift a minute early, so it was precisely an hour now.

Coulson had no other options, he slammed straight to the accelerator pedal, surprisingly the car, which was supposed to be out of gas, started up, and charged straight at the open road ahead.

But this was not a good sign, because at the end of the road, deep in the fog, stood a mysterious figure.

The moment the speeding car brushed past the figure, Coulson finally got a clearer look.

A man in classical attire, a black cloak, top hat, all like a gentleman who had time-traveled from the Victorian Era, seemingly standing from another era behind the fog.

He stood across the road, watching Coulson's speeding car go by, still ethereal and silent.

In the fleeting moment of Coulson's bewildering gaze with the Fog Guest, once he came to, his body was suddenly pulled back against the seat, instinctively he hit the brakes, and all were thrown forward in the car.

Coulson was panting heavily over the steering wheel, his forehead had been cut open, blood trickling down his cheek.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Coulson turned his head, only to find policemen in uniforms knocking on his car window, "Hello, do you need help?"

Coulson was stunned, his occupational instincts moved him to touch his forehead wound, he began to doubt if the Canadian police were visually impaired- didn't they see they were all bleeding from their heads? Why were they reacting like this?

However, he didn't feel any pain when he touched, he slumped to the side and looked at the rearview mirror to find he didn't even have any wounds.

Everyone in the car exchanged glances, apparently they all carried the same previous memory, it seemed to be the first witnessed group incident.

The now paramount task is to figure out where they are, Coulson looked up and found he was parked by the road. He rolled down the window and asked the officer, "Where are we now?"

"Maple Avenue." said the officer with a Canadian accent: "Oh, that's what you tourists call it, but the maple leaf season is nearly over."

"No, we're okay. We just received some bad news about our colleague." To ease the tension, Coulson made a somber expression.

May at his side immediately tightened her lips and gave a bitter smile to the officer, who instantly understood, placed his hand on the car window and said: "A tough day, huh? But don't worry, a view of the great Niagara Falls will heal all sorrow."

"Much appreciated, officer, we'll be on our way now."

Coulson bid the officer goodbye, stepped on the gas, and the car started up smoothly, indicating there was still some fuel. Everyone in the car wanted to discuss the recent event, but knew now was not the time.

They soon reached the town by Lake Niagara, they checked into a motel. Just as they were about to return to their rooms to discuss the event, they overheard the motel receptionist discussing the fog issue at Niagara Falls with a colleague.

Coulson listened in, then found out the continuous dense fog was severely impacting the profits of the final tourist season at Niagara Falls. The mayor of the town, where the tourism industry was the primary source of income, was currently recruiting professionals to solve the problem.

Professionals? Coulson thought, wasn't he a professional himself? Or were there other professionals with more understanding of this dense fog?

As soon as he thought of this, the front door of the motel was pushed open again. Coulson turned back down the stairs, only to see a man in a circular hat, wearing a black double-breasted woolen coat, glasses, talking to the receptionist.

As Coulson descended the steps, the man looked up at the sound of his footsteps, and Coulson saw a pair of light brown eyes.