After bidding farewell to Jiang Chenye, Xiyou walked on the cold and windy sidewalk. The passing vehicles were sparse and scattered, and pedestrians were in twos and threes. Everyone was running for a living and working hard for life. Xiyou slowed down and carefully observed this place that she had never set foot in.

Although she has lived in the 15th District for more than ten years, she has never taken a closer look at the place where she lives.

The 15th District is a collective name for a large area, which includes ten larger cities. Chuyu City is the central city of the 15th District and belongs to the center of the entire 15th District. Other cities include Shenwan City.

, Jimu City, etc. The headquarters of the Alien Bureau is also in Chuyu City and is in its center. Although other cities also have Alien Bureaus, they are all small branches.

Xiyou's home is in Dongcheng District of Chuyu City, and she has never left there for so many years. Today is the first time in the western suburbs. It is not as lively as Dongcheng District. It is considered a suburb of Chuyu City and is where most ordinary people from the lower class live.

, the scenery of the small town has a kind of peace and tranquility. Xiyou walked and walked, smelling the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. In the short and dense alley with flat buildings, there was a trolley with a large oven on it, roasting sweet potatoes.

The aroma should come from here.

Xiyou slowly walked towards the car, the sweet fragrance aroused the greed in her stomach. She hadn't seen such a stall for a long time. This kind of roasted sweet potato could only be seen in some remote places.

An old man wearing a gray-green cotton coat and a felt hat was sitting next to the cart roasting sweet potatoes, shouting around. The old man had a gray beard and wrinkles on his face as deep as ravines. He put his hands in his arms and walked by every time he passed by.

A person's eyes will follow that person until he leaves. When someone stops and asks him to buy a roasted sweet potato, he will skillfully pack the steaming sweet potato quickly and hand it to his customer. It looks like

He has always been here and is used to this kind of life.

Xiyou approached the old man and saw that the old man had closed his eyes and meditated on the chair. Next to him was an oven braving the heat. Although the weather was cold, he could still feel a little warmth.

Xiyou whispered: "Grandpa, can you give me a roasted sweet potato?"

The old man didn't move and still had his eyes closed, as if nothing happened. Xiyou tried calling a few more times. Finally, after calling three or four times, the old man opened his eyes and looked at the panicked girl in front of him.

His voice was hoarse and dry: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm old and have bad ears. Little girl, what did you just say?"

Xiyou was not anxious, her voice was a little louder than before, and she repeated to the old man what she had just said two or three times: "Grandpa, I want a roasted sweet potato."

"Okay, okay." The old man stood up with some difficulty. Seeing this, Xiyou hurriedly stepped forward to help him. The fine snow on the old man's shoulders shook off the chill, "Oh, thank you. Little girl, I have become older when I stand up.

It's difficult." The old man straightened his back slowly, his movements a little slow. Xiyou stood by to protect the old man, fearing that he would fall down accidentally.

The old man quickly took out a large and hot roasted sweet potato from the stove, put it in a brown paper bag and handed it to Xiyou. As soon as the steaming sweet potato was opened, steam began to rise upwards. Xiyou's face was buried in the steam.

It dispelled the coldness on my face.

Xiyou wanted to stand and eat the sweet potatoes, but she saw the old man waving to her and giving her another seat. After thanking her, Xiyou sat on the short wooden stool, lowered her head and gnawed the sweet potatoes in her hand. They were sweet and soft.

, with the fragrance of charcoal.

"Little girl, you are not from around here, are you?" The old man looked at Xiyou with a smile and said kindly.

Xiyou's mouth, which was burned by the roasted sweet potato, kept breathing. Faced with the words at this time, she could only nod and answer. After swallowing the sweet potato, she said: "Grandpa, have you always lived here?"

"Yes, we have been here for more than seventy years." The old man turned his head, looked at the crooked end of the alley, and said with nostalgia: "After so many years, there is still no change here."

Xiyou looked at the scenery in front of her. The life in the streets and alleys was like sunrise and sunset, firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. They were vivid moments of life, and they were peaceful and peaceful at this time.

“Are sweet potatoes delicious?”

"It's delicious." Xiyou stuffed her mouth full and said with a satisfied smile.

Seeing this, the old man also smiled from ear to ear and said: "Hahaha, my grandfather taught my father, and my father taught me again. This roasted sweet potato stall has lasted for many years." Xu Shi finally found one.

The old man chatted with Xiyou and talked a lot about this stall, his life, and everything here.

At the end, the old man mentioned someone Xiyou seemed to know. He said: "Little girl, I see you are about the same age as Aye. Aye used to chat with me often. That kid visited my shop every day when he was a child."

The roasted sweet potato stall, alas, I don’t know what’s going on now.”

"Ano?" Xiyou looked at the old man. It couldn't be the Zono she knew, right? "Grandpa, is the person you are talking about named Zono?"

"Yes, yes, why, little girl, you know him." The old man stroked his white beard with a smile, his eyes widened, and he was very surprised.

"Well, he and I are classmates now." Xiyou nodded and said.

The old man turned his head with understanding, looked into the distance, and said sadly: "That's it, haha, he is a good boy, but his life is very hard. I haven't seen him recently. He went to school elsewhere."

Already."

Yuyu smiled lightly, and the place full of fireworks turned out to be the place where Taino lived in the past.

This tranquility and tranquility passed slowly in the long river of time. Xiyou felt the tranquility of life for the first time. People coming and going formed today's fifteenth district. She wanted to protect this beauty with her own power.

In the past, she wanted to become an alien. Was it because of her dream or life? She wanted to relieve Bai Xi's pressure. She also wanted to stand out like the heroes reported on TV and be respected and admired by people, but she never seemed to think about doing it for others.

Become an alien to protect strangers.

How colorful life is, how precious life is, and everyone has different choices. Just like Captain Qi Zhao said when he met him for the first time, the existence of superpowers allows people to have another choice.

While eating warm roasted sweet potatoes and watching the pedestrians coming and going, I seemed to suddenly understand what I really wanted.

Since I want to live freely, I choose to fight for protection!

*****

In the dark corridor, a man looked at an iron door covered with small advertisements and described the situation at this time into the intercom: "This is No. 1 of the Fourth Alien Team. Everything at the door is normal, and nothing unusual is found.

"

The deep voice of the person opposite came from the earphones: "Continue to observe and report any changes immediately."

"Yes!" The man continued to observe the movement of the door. This is an older community, and the dark and damp corridors exude a disgusting musty smell, but the man can only insist on squatting, this is his task

.

They are the fourth team of aliens. They are currently investigating the case of newly emerged mutants. This is already the fifteenth case this month. Since the tragedy that occurred in Shangshuiwan in the western suburbs on May 24,

This kind of cases keeps appearing one after another. At first it was just an exception, but now it happens frequently.

According to the data, people who become mutants will have a black scroll-shaped mark on their body, which is obviously due to a spell or someone's ability.

The existence of this kind of thing has not been reported on the Internet or TV. In order to maintain social order and prevent people from being afraid or agitated, most of the cases of the Alien Bureau will not be announced to the outside world with great fanfare. What can be reported are only a few.

A trivial incident.

However, although this year's incident was suppressed by the higher authorities, it still caused quite a stir on the Internet. After all, there were too many people missing and dead, and it has caused panic among many people. If it is not resolved, it will definitely disrupt people's lives.

Life, now the Alien Bureau has judged this incident to be an S-class case. It is simply unforgivable for a heinous enemy to turn ordinary people into monsters that suck human flesh and blood.

But after such a long time, the mastermind behind the scenes has not been caught, not even a trace. According to the information collected above, a task force has seen the enemy. It is a snake, it should be an orc, and there is no registration record.

A person with special abilities would disappear without a trace in the heavily guarded Chuyu City. What kind of enemy must this be.

The man's eyes became fierce as he looked at the door. This time, he finally had such a small clue, and he must not let it go. He continued to squat in the cold corridor, and there was silence behind the door. This was the calm before the storm.

Xiaoji put down the walkie-talkie next to his ear and frowned. He pinched the center of his brow to keep himself awake. He hadn't had a good rest for a while. This case made him so anxious that he couldn't catch it.

The enemy, and the strange spells that he has never been able to find make him annoyed. The clues that he finally got must be watched from all directions and without blind spots. He has not seen a difficult case for several years.

The butler next to him refilled the cup of black tea for the master of the house. There were only two people in the huge villa study, one standing aside to serve and the other sitting on a chair concentrating on his work.

After the death of the original master and wife of the Xiao family, Xiao Ji, the eldest young master of the Xiao family, became the new head of the family. At such a young age, some people would inevitably be dissatisfied, but Xiao Ji used his powerful strength to intimidate everyone and convince everyone in the family.

He is also the youngest head of the Eight Imperial Sects, but he is indeed the strongest.

"Young Master, please rest for a while. You haven't slept for a long time." The butler on the side said. He is an old man who has always been in the Xiao family. He has watched Xiaoji and Xiaoyi grow up, so he still

He kept the original title of Er, and he will always be the young master in his eyes.

Xiaoji sighed and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Song, it's okay, I'm not tired." He put his palms on his forehead and continued to stare at the azimuth map that kept beating on the screen, frowning in thought.

Seeing that his young master didn't look like he was resting at all, Uncle Song continued: "Young master, please rest for a while. The young master is back. It's not easy for him to come back. Otherwise, let's go see him."

Xiaoji then stopped what he was doing, raised his head slightly, and said, "Oh? He finally wants to come back?"

Uncle Song nodded and said, "Yes, I arrived this morning and I am packing my things in the house now."

Xiaoji leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes for a while, picked up the walkie-talkie, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll go see him."

Uncle Song lowered his head and smiled, "Yes."

Xiaoyi was sitting in his room. He hadn't been back for a long time, but it was still neat and clean. He opened the photo album on the bedside table and was about to open it when there was a knock on his door and Uncle Song outside the room said softly.
Chapter completed!