"On the Hometown, the only thing they get is bullets and death."
"The line from fellow villagers to homecoming is completely guaranteed. We have won."
Long Yan's voice came out from the radio, calm and full of power, yet majestic and full of intimacy... If Gwen were to write tomorrow's newspaper, she would definitely use this series of words that make people laugh and laugh.
Long Yan’s speech.
"Besides the fellows, fifteen city-level vehicles were breached, and about thirty town-level vehicles were destroyed. The death toll has exceeded hundreds of thousands."
Gwen was looking at the information that Curse Blade brought over.
Put it on the table.
He let out a long breath.
Cursed Blade was putting on his coat, "This kind of thing will only come out secretly."
"Um?"
"Since the authorities have taken control of the entire Utopia, the fighting between the trains will fall into a calm state, which means it will be more yin and yang. It would be too much to point out directly. Long Yan will slowly spread these things..."
"Why?"
"Because only when you see how miserable other people's trains are, you will realize how good the Laoxianren train is."
Makes sense.
Gwen nodded to the curse blade and turned off the phonograph-like radio station in the office. The electricity bill was not cheap, just to listen to Long Yan's "Yuyin Broadcasting" in the office instead of outside. These few words
A short speech requires about ten private coins, and it also has to endure the intermittent sound of electricity.
He rubbed his ears.
Looking at Curse Blade who picked up the briefcase, he said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Aren't you staying today? We just entered the Fellowship and enjoyed the special route provided by Long Yan. We can be under the sun five days a week.
Sail on the route, enjoy the sky rail for two days, the underwater paradise for one day, and only spend one day traveling on the subway."
What I said so much probably means: It’s such a happy day, a day worthy of celebration for both our secret reconnaissance and ranger divisions, but you don’t want to stay?
Of course, there may be a hint of "Won't you play the witch card with me?"
But there's really only a trace.
I have no intention of really pursuing this point.
but.
We agreed last time to play the witch card together, but that didn't mean anything else.
At once.
As promised...
…
"There is no other way. Due to business constraints, I have to go to Mideliya's birthday party with Laura today. She helped us a lot."
Gwen's eyes widened a little.
Curse Blade chuckled softly, "She actually wanted you to go over there, but we turned it down for you in the name of a 'girls party', or maybe you were more inclined to go there..."
"I hope you enjoy yourself."
Gwen jumped up, pushed the curse blade out of the office with both hands, and closed the door.
It's hard enough to resist a girl who wants to poke him, but add a second one who's suspicious?
That's unbearable!
…
call.
Although she felt a bit like a child who was being coaxed, Gwen was worried to a certain extent about Curse Blade's mental state. This woman was the kind of woman who would really take it seriously if you made a joke and call it a fantasy.
The kind of person who makes everything.
It's better to be careful.
…
Gwen packed up the documents in the office, stored them in the safe, and used a custom-made lock to lock these things. This is the safe brought by Curse Blade, and the most important thing is that it is used inside the lock.
It's not the electric shock trap commonly used in Utopia, but a stuck trap.
Through this trap we can see what the Utopians are guarding against.
In order to prevent the cat lights from stealing information secretly.
These cats don't seem to be afraid of electric shock traps at all. They even like electric shock traps. There was a time when these cat lights could be found on the electric rails that touched the electric rails with their tails and made them crackle and meow when they were electrified. In the beginning,
The Utopians were worried that these round and furry creatures would die, but later discovered that these cats behaved like they were 'stealing electricity'.
Dongdong——There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in before I get off work." Gwen said with resentment.
But after seeing the people coming in at the door, Gwen smiled a little.
Sparks wears a dressy, close-fitting shirt, but wears relatively loose mid-length bloomers, small leather shoes, and calf socks, which looks quite British. However, similar clothing has also appeared in Western European-style works. Gwen’s source for Utopia
The speculation of coming from the earth is becoming more and more certain. The witches must come from the earth, and that may be their hometown.
Maybe time has passed.
Maybe the story has faded away.
But it is human nature that fallen leaves return to their roots.
"You sound very angry. What's wrong? What did the curse blade do to you?"
Sparks said this with a smile as soon as he came in.
He yawned and sat on the visitor's chair: "We are exhausted and have to move things here. Of course, this is a good place. It's great. The living environment is much better than the Wuyuanren Apartment. I even have a comfortable apartment."
Living room and kitchenette.”
"That's the credit of the cat lights."
Gwen gave in humbly.
Cat lanterns are very energetic - by the way, being lazy does not mean that they are not energetic enough. Cat lanterns' experience is definitely the highest among creatures of the same level. Although they are really quite lazy, they are indeed very energetic.
Gwen reached a basic treaty with the cat lights.
A fifty-course menu of utopian-style food is provided daily by Mao Lan. Then twenty daily dishes in Mao Lan style are randomly provided.
Gwen would have to pay three times the price for these a la carte items.
…
Even at three times the price, Gwen felt it was quite a profit.
Cat lanterns make money in a very honest way, and they do it because of the personalities of these cats. Gwen remembers that when these cat lanterns talked, they all held their stomachs out sincerely, and laughed loudly: "You
Gotta give the cat three times!”
"Do you want to watch a TV show together tonight?"
"With you?"
"There are also Mihaila, Huita, Tuxi and Red Dog who stayed up late to fish. The cats and lanterns invited them to go fishing and play cards together in their mountain carriage."
"Don't invite us!?"
"Because it's a girls' dormitory show, although we look alike, we're not."
Sparks is quite a pity.
Gwen rubbed her temples, "This is discrimination!"
"So we have to get together, have some drinks, eat something, and watch a movie by the way! By the way, Richardson is here too—"
"Isn't the Gray Tower embarrassing?"
"well enough."
…
It turns out that Xiong Xiong is a bit embarrassed.
In Tower 1 at night (divided into the main tower, Tower 1 and Tower 2. Tower 1 is the dormitory area for boys, and Tower 2 is for girls), the screen was set up early in the small living room on the second floor.
A serial horror TV series called "Kasamp Holiday" has been broadcast above. The story tells the story of an ogre king encountered in a subway.
Due to the richness of the dishes and the delicious flavors, it is a popular food TV series throughout Utopia.
Although Gwen couldn't accept it a little, she could still watch it.
He was wearing the slightly cool pajamas, and Mihaila, the secret agent who ordered the roast chicken, also wore relatively transparent ones. The conservative spark was the kind of pajamas with long pants and shorts that exposed the waist. The most serious among them was Richardson.
Wearing a tight gray yoga suit and yoga socks that cover the whole body.
Gwen felt that pressing the gun was quite tiring anyway.
Not to mention the red-faced Gray Tower.
…
The next day, early morning.
After Gwen got up and finished the long-lost soy milk and fried dough sticks provided by Maodeng, she saw Cursed Blade in the restaurant area on the second floor of the main tower, who was not wearing the detective's trench coat that was rare today. The woman said hello.
, and mentioned that "there is something wrong within the Special Bureau." Recently, in order to avoid being affected, she rarely used her accumulated vacation time to take a leave of absence.
She has an innate ability to predict danger, so Gwen also believed this statement.
Gwen took a sip of the warm tea that made her whole body feel comfortable when she smelled it, "So, what's the problem internally?"
Cursed Blade picked up a piece of beef hamburger patty covered in red sauce with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Nothing."
After swallowing it, he said: "It was the special commissioner of the government who was killed in his residence by the source power of fire. The remaining immortal flames have the source power characteristics of dragon flame. Fellow Villager No.
Although the train crew has completely blocked the information, it seems that the authorities have received reports that Long Yan killed the special correspondent in order to cover up the accounting problems of the fellow account."
"Really? It's really serious...huh!?"
Gwen realized later, wasn't this just killing the imperial envoy!?
The seriousness of this problem cannot be described in words: "Sukka! Is it true?"
"Sukka, I wish I knew if it was true or false. If it were false, I wish Long Yan himself had committed suicide!"
"Really?"
Cursed Blade looked very depressed, "If it is true, I will report it to Longyan with tears in my eyes, hehe."
His expression was downcast, but his tone was cheerful. He wished he could have put the shit basin on Long Yan's head right then and there.
Gwen was a little worried. No matter how ignorant people were about politics, they should have some idea of this kind of thing.
"That shouldn't have anything to do with us, right?"
"Um, you want to have something to do with us?" Curse Blade looked over as if he was looking at something even more bizarre.
Gwen became angry and reached out to pinch the other person's squirrel ears.
"Then I'm going to visit Long Yan in the afternoon. Do I need to avoid suspicion?"
"Avoid suspicion?" She repeated Gwen's word, and then showed an expression on her face that she wanted to laugh but was worried about hurting the self-esteem of the person being laughed at. "We are just secret agents. We can work with this person."
There is only one possibility to reach a connection, and that is that the injuries on the body found were caused by the mind flayer. In this case, there is a more than ten percent possibility that we need to actively participate in this politically charged murder.
"
"I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
Gwen wanted to reach out to block it, but the other party dodged it.
…
It makes sense for Gwen to want to silence the cursed blade. This woman's crow's mouth attribute is indeed a bit high.
Just in the afternoon, Gwen attended Long Yan's 'meeting'. On the one hand, he was shocked by the large number of people at the meeting, and on the other hand, he was surprised by the large number of Origin Force users. He did not need to say anything at this meeting.
Everyone has something to do.
Gwen doesn't need it.
His strength makes him have his own progress in his own profession and he possesses profound strength. In the eyes of outsiders, he should be a scholar with a wealth of knowledge.
And Gwen couldn't explain to them in detail:
I'm not your type of messenger, I really rely entirely on God for food.
But if you say this, only five or six Source Force Envoys may believe it.
Gwen's attention was focused on the few Source Force users in the meeting who gave him a premonition of death.
The stronger the source force, the more relaxed one's mind will be and accept all kinds of knowledge.
For them, an outlier? No problem.
I'm not sure where I've seen similar people.
"We need more oil and soil quotas. The college has recently been conducting large-scale research on how to cultivate grapes. We need more shares..."
"Get some demon corpses to make a breeding furnace for hell monsters..."
This is subject to quota.
Most are academics, deans of academic carriages and self-employed researchers.
Utopia is still in a good era now. It is still in the era when a few educated aristocratic boys wasted their boring life to go to the ancestral house in the country and serve as maids while writing scientific works that changed the entire world. Even if
He is a scientist in a tattered coat who looks like a down-and-out detective from the Cthulhu Mythos series, and he might also have a shocking invention.
This is the era.
The best and worst of times.
Then came the small car captains who were related to the armed forces. They were frightened by the long night and the monsters that had never been on the Fellowship. They asked for more guards and more patrols.
Long Yan had to put down his arrogance and persuade these 'producers and wealthy people' with good words, making them believe that unless they could get good access rights for metropolitan or metropolitan trains, the fellow train was the safest.
Town-level trains.
It can be considered heartbreaking.
Finally, there are private armed groups like Gwen that represent pagan religions and communities.
The requirements in this regard are much more complex.
Long Yan is also solving them one by one.
However, Gwen and many Yuanli commanders came to watch the show, learn about current events and exchange news.
It should have been nothing more than that.
A guard knocked on the door gently, walked in, and handed a letter to Long Yan.
Gwen keenly captured the void under Long Yan's helmet, and a line of sight glanced at him.
Tear.
Long Yan tore the letter open, took a look at it, and said loudly: "Mind Flayer."
There are at least six or seven people who want to stand up. This is a very prestigious nickname among fellow people. Everyone wants to be called this. But just like ID sometimes needs to be forged by achievements, Gwen's
The title of Mind Flayer is pretty solid for now.
But at this moment, Gwen only felt like when the old man with the white beard called out the fourth name during the Goblet of Fire party.
A little embarrassed and confused.
He stood up.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but a look of gloating appeared in the void under Long Yan's helmet.
"The bodies of the government's special commissioner's attachés were found, and their hearts were stolen using clean methods."