The red brick wall covered with military faceless posters, bloody fonts doodled on it.

The dog-eared soldier with a rifle, wearing a steel helmet and a pig-faced gas mask, kicked and stomped, crossing the street under the empty faces of the faceless people on the poster. The shiny military boots crossed the uneven and smelly alley intersection. The newspaper boy wearing torn clothes and trousers walked out of the alley barefoot, waving the newspaper at the top of his throat, shouting 'A bullet and a newspaper'.

On the garden avenue outside the alley, there was noisy and bustling. The clown artist who brought a singer and dancer to open the stage, and the propagandist who was wearing a gold ring on his fingers, was polite like a lady walking out of an oil painting wearing a breathing mask and pointing at the rocket launcher in the closet of the shop...

Order, beauty, prosperity, its neighbors are chaos, ugly, and dilapidated.

Gwen carefully mixed into it and dragged his thousand-layer box.

He looked around and suppressed the childish "ho" and "he" sounds that were about to come out. Even if he knew the characteristics of the story on the train in other people's memories, it was difficult to control...

Woo~Doudu~Woo~Doudududu!

The noise of the air raid alarm sounded, and the voice of an enthusiastic young man came from the brass horn on the street lampposts: "People of Utopia, people of dogs, cats, bears, and feathers, please pay attention! Our 'Groupe' town-level train will experience the bumpy area on the Utopia in one to two minutes. Please be prepared, don't panic, and don't cause non-accidental deaths."

Bumpy area?

Gwen looked around and found that the dog-eared man, who had been walking very slowly before, rushed to the lamppost and actually wrapped his long tail around the lamppost.

Bumpy area.

Gwen's memory told him that the train would experience two to three bumps every month, each time lasting about five minutes and would shake violently.

Utopia is a larger train, advancing along a huge track that I don’t know who made in the endless ocean called the Sea of ​​Void. On the back of Utopia are huge wilderness, plains, mountains, and huge tracks are built on it. Giant mobile trains divided by "giant", "municipality", "county level", "village level" and "station level" are sailing on the track, forming the urban circle of utopia.

But the important thing at the moment is to find a safe place...

He tried to get close to the group of Rongren, who is one of the four major races of Utopia, and is characterized by dog-eared ears.

However, before getting close, the other party was forced away with his eyes.

Although it is embarrassing to say it, Gwen is a little afraid of dogs.

"It's really unlucky..."

Rongren has a diode personality. Good is particularly good, but bad is particularly difficult to mess with.

The pedestrians on the street have found a stable point, and Gwen, who is still reserved by modern people, has not found a good place because he has not squeezed.

Not long after, a violent vibration came.

If you want to say it, it feels like sitting on an out-of-control bullfighter.

But Gwen doesn't care. Even if he is really a mad cow galloping, he believes that he can dance Thomas street dance with the balance that ordinary people can have after training. He pretends to be affected as much as possible, presses himself on the pull rod of the thousand-layer box with one hand, and uses extremely clever force removal and forceful means to show a spasm.

…This is for the price of sociableness.

He thought.

This is true. If everyone is affected by this shock, he reveals that he can walk on flat ground and walk in his back garden, he may be targeted by other source power messengers. According to memory, it seems that there is a certain "equality" between the source power messengers and the source power messengers. If he can kill the source power messengers with the same nature and contact the other person's heart, he may improve his own ability.

So it is important to pretend.

But it seemed like it was a bit too much. Gwen felt the functions of this body. Although it was not as strong as that of his body in his previous life, it also had extremely good flexibility. The muscles and flexibility were really beautiful.

"Um... the bumpy area should have passed?" A cat-eared man beside him muttered.

Gwen stopped twitching with a expressionless face that she was so ashamed that she wanted to kill someone to silence her mouth. She raised the collar of her military coat and hurriedly left with a thousand-layer box. She didn't forget to throw a beautiful bullet into the hat of a newspaper boy next to her, and pulled out a newspaper.

Although with his current source power, he can live under the overpass forever in almost snowy environments, he still plans to see if he can find a place to live.

It's too weird and strange to live at the bottom of the overpass.

Secondly, he does not have the quirks of martial artists to reduce clothes and reduce food and temper their spirits.

Third, if you live at the bottom of the overpass, it would be too pitiful and wasteful. With such a petite and cute body, even a rough person, you will never allow a casual and sloppy life.

I have come to this world. Although I don’t want to say, ‘If you come, you will be at peace’, it is human instinct to survive.

He flipped through the newspaper and unexpectedly saw the "car" industry on the newspaper's advertising page.

“…The best single-family three-in-one apartment carriage, with a greenhouse carriage and a small garden carriage…soaking indoors…a small fitness center is built in the small garden carriage.”

The rent is cheap, I heard it is a ghost house. Is there any house that is more suitable for adventure than this?

But Gwen rejected it.

Frown and rejected.

Because: "It's too close to the gym and too far from the canteen."

He can't cook.

Gwen put his face with one hand on his face, trying to find a car apartment rental that could provide private interior dishes.

…………

Bang!

The latest invention of the spotlight helped the camera record the picture: an old man with a chest open lying on the ground.

"The deceased is the supervisor of the secret escort club of Mandela University, Lee West Kelde, male, 62 years old, single."

Bang!

Photo: A bone saw on the ground like torture instruments, a blood-stained gum raincoat.

"The deceased's o-ball was broken, his eyes were fractured, and his facial bones were shattered in many places, but the fatal injury was two bullets shot through the mouth."

In the basement where Gwen woke up, it was blocked as a "scene of some kind of brutal illegal esoteric association vendetta".

There was a short-haired woman with squirrel ears dressed in a black military coat, looking down at the report.

The report analyzes dozens of pages of factors such as "venge killing" and even "love killing".

"This is handed over to the authorities as official reports."

She was familiar with her commanding a tall male police officer beside her and said, "As for the true report, it will be handed over to the authorities."

Officer Xiong'er shook his head, looking puzzled: "Supervisor, you have not reported the truth to me..."

The short-haired woman with pine ears sneered: "How do we figure out the truth? Lee West Kelder is related to 127 missing murders. The fellow villager's car team once initiated eleven 'search and thorough investigation permit' but all died in failure. There are some real big figures in the authorities who want to see West's results, the taboo resurrection technique..."

She lit the tobacco: "As a semi-official 'secret detective', I want to thank the person who made this guy."

"Please don't say that Mr. Lee West Kelder, he has made great contributions to medicine... If you continue to say this, as the official driver, I have to warn you."

"So this is not a warning?"

The woman with squirrel's ear spits smoke and smiles, "Forget it, I'm joking. The person who killed him is definitely a dangerous person. If that weirdo possesses him..."

Her expression gradually became serious:

"I'm afraid a new 'intelligence demon x' is in action. Maybe he is planning the next serial murder case that shocks the entire utopia!"

No.

The Heart Flayer is looking for a car apartment that can provide private interior dishes.
Chapter completed!