The Confidential Secretary (Third Class Civil Service Officer) of the Vehicle Department of the Fellow No. 1, Niu Rongen, has a horn, his strong body is shaking violently, and he keeps muttering "Bold!" and "XBZZ is implying something!"
, the palm holding a tabloid was completely bloodless, and the veins were stretched.
The confidential secretary (fifth-class civil servant) sitting next to him controlled his curiosity and pinched his thigh hard: "I'm going to the bathroom!"
The next moment, the secretary, the clerk, the security officer on duty, the tea lady and the footmen went to the bathroom in a group just like people from another world who used to go to the bathroom in groups.
The confidential secretary's expression changed, then he became happy, stood up and walked out.
Then.
Huh! Ha...
Huh! Ha...
Heavy breathing came from behind the door, each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, and the confidential secretary's face became paler.
Long Yan walked in while putting on his gloves and looked down at his secretary.
"You look very nervous. Are you evading taxes again? This is not okay. As the owners of the train and the people who jointly manage the train, it is not okay to be greedy at this time, not just taking things from our own homes. It is not right.
The, the bad——”
"Car length."
Secretary Niuniu handed over the tabloid in his hand with a stiff face: "I think it is necessary to control the tabloid..."
"Oh really?"
Long Yan disagreed.
"I thought you were serious about what you said before to make the public opinion environment in the fellow line more liberal."
He took over the tabloid.
…
After 30 seconds.
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People outside Longyan Castle heard an angry dragon roar.
The sound was so loud that it almost shattered people's eardrums.
…………
The rabbit asked for the ninth time today: "Are you sure that the cat lamp really won't tell anyone about what I did?"
The cats playing cards next to them turned back secretly, with some cunning but helpless expressions on their faces.
Gwen also patted the belly of Cat Varo, who was lying on her pillow, for the ninth time: "Cat Varo?"
The chubby cat lamp confirmed for the ninth time: "If it is leaked, the cat will eat the TV!"
As soon as this statement came out.
The expressions of the sparks present suddenly changed, and they wrapped the TV set with source power.
"If you want to eat, then eat me, don't eat my TV!"
"Meow ow ow!"
Cat Varro was really angry! The evidence is that Gwen felt that the furry ball of flesh on her pillow actually hardened for a second! Then she was gone - and she didn't stand up. After all, the cat had already lost its temper, and you still want to
How about it?
"Um...are you sure they won't tell anyone?" Rabbit asked for the tenth time.
Gwen was also a little unsure.
First of all, will the cat lantern leak secrets? This is a scoring question.
Secondly, after Mao Deng keeps his word, will he accidentally let something slip? This is also a scoring question.
Finally, does the cat lamp eat the TV? This... this seems to be...
"Cat Varro?"
"Meow, meow, even our cat lamp will not eat messy things. Did your TV add cumin? Did you add the black caviar that cats love most? Did you put barbecue sauce? Again
If it doesn’t work, you can also consider soybean paste and kimchi, meow!”
Every time Cat Varro said a word, his cat ears would pop up and his whiskers would twitch.
Then he raised the invisible cat's chin and squinted his eyes to be intoxicated by the cat.
Huo Hua noticed the important point and looked horrified: "So, you can really eat the TV!?"
"Meow ow ow!"
Sparks was caught by Cat Varo and thrown into the sofa next to him, sinking in!
"What on earth did you write to make Long Yan so angry?"
"Well……"
The rabbit looked embarrassed.
Sparks leaned over with cotton wool on his head, "Just tell me, we will know what you wrote when we go out and buy a tabloid. Instead of asking us to spend some pocket money to buy useless tabloids, you might as well just tell us."
"you're right."
Tu Xi breathed out, "As we all know, Long Yan should be regarded as a person with a little bit of mysophobia in terms of morality, right? So you have to anger people in this regard, even if you greet his dead family members with this extremely dirty trick
It can't be effective on him. In other words, it can irritate him, but if you want him to break his defense, just some jokes are not enough."
Hell jokes can make Long Yan angry, but they won't make him 'so angry'.
"Anyway, I'm saying this to let you understand that it's very easy to make Long Yan lose his temper, but you want him to show the kind of anxiousness you want, searching the tabloids everywhere, and participating in the Tea Festival for self-certification.
.It must be considered based on his character. As a recognized moral obsessive and a car lover, Long Yan is generally more important to train reputation. Therefore, I started to say, "Since Long Yan took over the Fellowship,
Every day is getting worse...', which can make him angry to a great extent."
Such words are of no use to ordinary people.
But Gwen thought it would be useful for Longyan.
This person is very scary, but also very elusive.
"There's also Yin Pao and stuff like that, cough cough."
Tu Xi's face turned a little red: "Anyway, I slandered him both from personal ethics and official ethics. I'm guessing he's very angry, right?"
While they were chatting, Farah walked in with a dignified look, holding a book.
Then the book fell to the floor.
Her eyes widened in shock and she pointed at the sparks.
Then he pointed to the sofa with a hole in it.
"spark!"
She screamed, a bit like the mistress in Tom and Jerry yelling "Tom". Sparks subconsciously felt bad and wanted to run away as soon as she puffed out the cigarette. But halfway, she was carried back by Farah, who was extremely skilled.
The collar was pulled up.
Farah looked at the cotton wool still attached to Spark Cat's ears.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"You are as lively as Ron."
"Meow meow!"
If it weren't for Farah being the eldest sister, I'm afraid that the "Come on, crush me!" brother Sparks would have changed into an ugly face.
How ugly is it? Hee hee, I dare not think about it.
…
Gwen took the opportunity to run out, and Cat Varo followed behind.
…
After Gwen went out, she glanced at the cat and said, "Why are you following me? Isn't it said that cats are as immovable as a mountain?"
Cat Varo blinked, "Landslide, meow."
Cat Light has always been quite flexible in terms of double standards.
Ignore this cat.
There are still things to be busy with.
"How many telegrams did the telegraph office receive today?"
"You have to ask the mammoth about this."
"I'm a mastodon."
"Meow! Then why did you give her the codename Mengma?"
You can also call her Marcy - if she wants.
Gwen patted Mao Varo's belly hard: "You Mao Lan must have backed up all the telegrams. Stop doing it and take it out for me!"
A fat beating.
Fat Cat’s light went off and he sent a telegram!
After returning to the office, Gwen took out the telegram and code book and began to decipher them.
These are all related to the Curse Blade.
Through the Curse Blade, Gwen can spend military funds to invite them to serve her.
No contact, no phone calls, no private meetings.
Cold military ammunition or ammunition tickets are packed inside the envelope.
It was quietly stuffed into a secret location in some crowded place, and within a few minutes, someone would take it away.
Those called 'postmen' would pass the envelope from hand to hand, eventually arriving at a hidden location in the Utopian wilderness where intelligence agents could receive it.
Then the information is also forwarded by the postman. It is often a poem or a letter from home used as a decoding table.
Finally, they send telegrams through their respective abilities.
This produces secret information that is extremely confidential and difficult for even a cat light to spy on.
The cost is not small.
Fortunately, when Gwen went to clean up the Yutu at night recently, most of the Yutu would explode something. The best one is definitely the cat girl Yutu. The cat girl Yutu will even drop pseudo relics that are close to the relics, and the cat-shaped Yutu will drop something.
Cat Yutu collects scraps of gold, small gold nuggets, etc., and the harvest is quite rich. Ordinary Yutu drops shiny minerals, and does not pay much attention to treasure hunting, unlike the cat type Yutu, which only hunts for treasures but does not love them.
kill.
These drops from Yutu have restored a lot of blood to Gwen's coffers.
In addition, Laura has recently been digging the witch's grave with great intensity (there is no witch in it), and Yeka has also recently been looking for a trustworthy postman...
Gwen worked several jobs at the same time, plus the wealth gained from the output of the Sniper Cat, and it was barely enough.
"...19, a gray mind flayer appears. It's a fake. It's a ghost story disguised as a ghost story. It's gray because it's not familiar with the color of the mind flayer."
"...21, the brown mind flayer was witnessed in the old street. It's a fake. It's a fanatic disguised as a fanatic."
"... On 25, the strange mind flayer rumor happened in Hyacinth Alley. It was a floating cat lantern, and the cat's tail was mistaken for a cloak. It was a waste of time."
"..."
There are more than a hundred attack reports, and the approximate location on the train is marked in the Utopia coordinate system at the back of the information.
Gwen took out the map of the Fellowship and used thumbtacks to record locations that might be haunted by the real Mind Flayer.
There are twelve areas that are more "likely".
Those reports that are true are those that witnessed "warm-colored" mind flayers.
Although most of the time it is not witnessed by intelligence officers with their own eyes, most of them have weird views on this warmer color.
and……
There is a one hundred percent chance of witnesses being intact.
It can be said that this red mind flayer, whether in disguise or really a mind flayer, strictly follows the new rules of the mind flayer, which is not to kill the innocent.
Basically just kill scum.
Occasionally he punishes evil, but more often than not he kills scum.
The scum mentioned here are those who should be sentenced to death morally, not the type who should be shot according to the law of fellow villagers.
Moreover, the red mind flayer's killing was not done as something to be done after making a major decision, it was just... a coincidence, just right, that's all.
There is no concept of justice, no law, no code of law.
It's a senseless death.
But it is precisely because of this that the current mind flayer monsters are more terrifying than in the past.
It's like some unlucky elements are mixed together. When an unlucky person meets an unlucky person, he will be killed for what he has done. There is no distinction, no argument, just 'death'.
This invisible fear will haunt the hearts of perpetrators every night.
When they see the mind flayer appear at the window, they may burst into tears.
"Why me? Aren't there people who are more evil than me and have done more evil than me everywhere?"
nothing.
Is it just because he wasn't lucky enough to meet a mind flayer who just wanted to make a move, maybe use the toilet?
Such a way of death is unacceptable to Utopians.
Like a bullet soaked in lard.
After all, the favorite saying of Utopians who are accustomed to death is 'You can't decide your birth, but at least you can decide your death'.
And this method of death, which is like trampling, is quite good for scumbags who think too highly of themselves.
But the red mind flayer...
"He's not a mind flayer," Gwen thought.
Although the detective lady is not a good person, and the great detective is not a good person, overall, they are not worth killing. Because they are not scum, even the mind flayer with the evil side, in it
In front of me, the weight of the scum is still nearly ten times higher, unless it really happens that there are no scum around that are worth killing...
But is this possible?
Both times, after finding clues about it, the detective was attacked. The former died unexpectedly, and the latter escaped from the Fellowship.
"No matter who you pretend to be, you are not a mind flayer."
Gwen put down the telegram.
"Meow, are you finished reading?"
"Um."
The pins on the map are very scattered, but if you look carefully, you can also see certain patterns.
"Hotel street, shopping street, bar street, station, link area between upper carriage area and lower carriage area, underground residential area..."
What do these completely unrelated places have in common?
In other words, what do places not chosen by the red mind flayers as murder sites have in common?
Gwen roughly wrote down the types of places where red mind flayers have not been sighted.
For example, a park.
For example, the high-end apartment area in the upper carriage.
Another example is bookstores, ports, import and export warehouses, etc.
"..."
Gwen used a relatively simple way to guess, that is, listing two types of locations at the same time, and comparing them to guess what they have in common and what they don't have in common.
After comparing a group.
Gwen came to a conclusion.
"Traffic and influence."
If the red mind flayers were real mind flayers, then it wouldn't matter where they were.
But what if it's a fake mind flayer.
It is obvious that his behavior must be somewhat utilitarian, even if it is not much, it will also be biased and purposeful.
"If you just like killing, there is no need to follow the mind flayer rules."
"If you really love being a mind flayer, there is no need to violate the mind flayer rules and try to kill detectives and agents."
"The scope of his operations seems to be around many... places with a high flow of people, which is why there are too many witness reports. And his behavior seems to hope that others will discover his 'works' as soon as possible. It seems that there are more or less
He is probably a psychopath... Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he is rational and purposeful."
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Gwen stretched...
Bang!
The door was suddenly knocked open, and the cat Kaka and the three cat lights rushed in together: "Meow-oo-hoo, Gwen! You must do this favor for the cats, you must do this favor for the cats!"
She started screaming as soon as she came in!
Cat Varo was surprised: "Meow?"
"Everyone stop, stop...speak slowly."
Gwen raised her hands upward and caught the flying cat Kaka.
This usually unhurried cat's whiskers were trembling.
"The cats' belongings were robbed!"
"Who is so bold?"
"The butcher on a rainy night, meow, the butcher cat on a rainy night!"