"The devil's triangle?"
"Yup, the ocean area in the Atlantic Ocean is 1.5 million mil2 or 4 million km2 which forms a triangular line between Bermuda, the territory of the United Kingdom as a point to the North, Puerto Rico, the territory of the United States as a point to the south and Miami, the state of Florida, the United States as a point to the West" explained Fint which made Gilbert more confused. What mysterious connection is between Imagine City and the Bermuda Triangle they are talking about?
"Not to scare you, but the case that happened in Bermuda is almost the same as Imagine City," Fint sighed. He then sat himself leaning into a restaurant chair. He stared wistfully at Dexmon, who was now fiddling with his iPad with Timmy, who sometimes followed Dexmon's finger movements, dancing nimbly on the IPAD.
"What do you mean?"
Fint turned his attention back to Gilbert. "Imagine Citya that shows symptoms of nature. I don't know, maybe artificial, which makes it so mysterious. The City was as if enveloped by something strange that made the planes that passed through it simply disappear, just as they disappeared there, passing through it both from the air and from the ground."
Gilbert's face changed in horror. Doesn't that mean they will disappear like the plane or car that once passed through the City? Whether they will be abducted by aliens that GIlbert watched in one of the three-dimensional films entitled 'When Aliens at Earth' oh no. He really will die young at the hands of other galaxy dwellers without being able to fight for Earth's peace first.
"What do you think, Gilbert?" Fint saw Gilbert's expression change drastically. The man who owns the dimple may be imagining something beyond his logic. "The problem is that isn't the boy named VIxon that Dexmon said lives in that town?"
Gilbert gasped; his brain, which seemed to be attacked by the error, began to think that Vixon was one of the beings from another galaxy touring Earth. "I think you're thinking of something else," Fint whispered. He then hit Gilbert's head a little hard to get Gilbert's brain back into position. "I'm talking about humans who have soul oddities, not aliens" is lawless, but it's the only way to produce a sane Gilbert.
Gilbert wiped, then smiled shyly. Fint was also a mind reader. "You have to be careful with your thinking from now on."
"I see," said Gilbert, again focusing on Dexmon, who was now eating his lollipop.
~G.0.D~
Arriving at Schiphole Amsterdam Airport, Gilbert and the others continued their journey in a taxi to the Gain Metro Station in the Zuidoost area—not far from the airport. Riding the bus to the nearest stop to Imagine City, they were sure that no public transport could take them to the terrible City.
Halbert wrote something in his Journal book that could explain how they got to this historic place. He started taking photos when he almost reached a city that looked almost like an ordinary city as if no thick fog was covering it.
"Why is this city so scary?" this time, Jeremy mumbled. They chose to get to the City from their last stop by bicycle. Dexmon hugged tightly to Gilbert's waist, who was riding his bike with Timmy sandwiched between his body and Gilbert.
"This—"
"Methane," said Dexmon, answering a question. He now closed his nose due to the gas produced by the mist around the gas, which helped them a little from the direct effects of the gas. Gilbert was more active in pedaling his bike when he entered the gate that read Welcome in Dutch.
Not caring, Gilbert only felt a slight hug on his body, and Gilbert's eyes bulged when he heard the sound of an object falling from behind him. "Dexmon!" and the sound of the brakes from the other bikes that followed. Gilbert immediately got off his bike, hugging Dexmon's tiny, frail body along with the meowing black cat that kept swiping his head on his cheek to wake his now unconscious mistress.
Jeremy decided to carry Dexmon on his back. He could feel someone was watching their steps. He pulled out a compass that had been his lucky necklace for a long time. It spun in an indeterminate direction, making it confused as to what direction it should take.
"Go ahead," Dexmon said, almost like putting on the same bracelet he was wearing on Jeremy. His hand pointed to the road straight ahead. "Your breath is already short, boy. We have to get out of here!" Jeremy didn't want to listen to Dexmon, so he turned around.
Shit!
Shitt!