The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 174

"The long night is over."

"On the Old Countryman, the only thing they got was bullets and death."

"The homecoming line is completely guaranteed, and we have won."

Long Yan’s voice came out from the radio, calm and powerful, majestic and close to the people... If Gwen were to write tomorrow’s newspaper, he would definitely use this series of words to describe it Long Yan's speech.

"Besides the Old Villager, [-] town-level vehicles were breached, and [-] or so town-level vehicles were destroyed. The death toll has exceeded hundreds of thousands."

What Gwen read was the information brought by Curseblade.

Put it on the table.

He let out a long breath.

Curseblade was putting on his coat, "This kind of thing will only come out secretly."

"Ok?"

"Since the authorities have taken control of the entire Utopia, the battle between the trains will fall into a calm state, that is, it will be more yin-yang and weird. It is too much to point it out directly, and Long Yan will slowly release these things..."

"why?"

"Because only when you see how miserable other people's trains are, you will realize how good the fellow is."

Makes sense.

Gwen nodded to Curseblade, and turned off the gramophone-like radio station in the office.The electricity bill is not cheap, just to listen to Long Yan's "Yuyin Broadcasting" in the office instead of listening to it outside, these short sentences and short speeches cost almost a dozen privately made, and you have to endure intermittent current sound.

He rubbed his ears.

Looking at the curse blade who picked up the briefcase, his tone was a little dissatisfied: "Aren't you going to stay today? We just entered the fellow countryman and enjoyed the special supply route given by Long Yan. We can spend five days in the sun in a week. Sailing on the route, two days to enjoy the sky track, one day to the underwater paradise, and only one scattered day to advance in the subway.”

Having said so much, the meaning is probably: You are so happy, it is a day worth celebrating for our secret reconnaissance and ranger divisions, why don't you stay?
Of course, maybe there is such a trace of 'won't you play witch card with me? 'the meaning of.

But really only a sliver.

There's no point in really pursuing that.

but.

The last time we agreed to play the Witch Card together, it didn't mean anything else.

At once.

Well said...

……

"There is no way, due to business constraints, I have to go to Middlelia's birthday party with Laura today. She has helped us a lot."

Gwen's eyes widened a little.

Cursed Blade chuckled softly, "She actually wanted you to attend in the past, but we helped you push it away in the name of 'Girls' Party', or do you prefer to go in the past..."

"I hope you enjoy yourself."

Gwen jumped up, pushed the curseblade out of the office with both hands, and closed the door.

A girl who wants to fuck herself is hard enough, but add a second suspect?
That's unbearable!
……

call.

Although she felt a bit like a child being coaxed, Gwen had a certain degree of concern about the mental state of Cursed Blade.This woman is the kind of person who, when you make a joke, she really takes it seriously and does all the Arabian nights.

Be careful.

……

Gwen packed up the documents in the office, stored them in the safe, and locked them with custom-made locks.This is the safe brought by the curse blade. The most important thing is that the lock is not the electric shock trap commonly used in Utopia, but the dead trap.

Through this trap, we can see what the Utopians are guarding against.

In order to prevent the cat lamps from secretly stealing information.

These cats don't seem to be afraid of shock traps at all, and they even kind of like them.There was a time when these cat lights could be found on the electric rails with their tails touching the electric rails, and they were crackling and meowing when they were electrified.At first, the Utopians worried about whether these chubby, furry creatures would die, but later discovered that the behavior of these cats seemed to be 'stealing electricity'.

Knock, knock—someone knocked on the door.

"Come in, before I get off work." Gwen said with resentment.

But after seeing the person coming in at the door, Gwen smiled a little.

Sparks is wearing a well-fitting little shirt, but the lower body is wearing looser 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 guess that Utopia originated from the earth became more and more certain. The witches must have come from the earth, which may be their hometown.

Maybe time has passed.

Maybe the story has faded too.

But it is human nature to return fallen leaves to their roots.

"It sounds very angry, what's the matter? What did the curse blade do to you?"

When Spark came in, he smiled and said so.

He yawned and sat on the visitor's chair: "We are exhausted and we have to move things here. Of course, this is a good place, very good, the living environment is much better than the apartment for no one, and I even have a comfortable Living room kitchenette."

"That's thanks to the cat lanterns."

Gwen humbly gave in.

Mao Deng's energy is high-by the way, being lazy doesn't mean they don't have enough energy. Mao Deng's experience is definitely the highest among creatures of the same level.Although they are indeed rather lazy, they do have a lot of energy.

Gwen made a basic pact with the Cat Lanterns.

A daily fifty-course menu of utopian food by Cat Light.Twenty daily dishes in the cat lantern style are then randomly offered.

Gwen needs to pay three times the price for these à la carte dishes.

……

Even at three times the price, Gwen felt quite profitable.

The cat lamp makes money in a very honest way, because these cats have such a personality.Gwen remembered that when these cat lanterns said, they all puffed out their stomachs sincerely, meowing and laughing: "You have to give the cat three times!"

"Do you want to watch TV together tonight?"

"With you?"

"There's also Mihaila, and Huita, Rabbit Mantle and Red Dog who stayed up all night to go fishing, and those Cat Lanterns invited them to go fishing and play cards together in the mountain spring compartment."

"Don't invite us!?"

"Because it's a girls' dormitory show, although we look alike, we're not."

Spark is quite sorry.

Gwen rubbed her temples, "This is discrimination!"

"So we have to hang out, drink something, eat something, and watch a movie by the way! By the way, Richardson is also coming-"

"Isn't the gray tower embarrassing?"

"well enough."

……

As it turns out, Bear is a bit embarrassing.

In Tower [-] at night (divided into the main tower, Tower [-], and Tower [-]. Tower [-] is the dormitory for boys, and Tower [-] is for girls), the screen was set up early in the small living room on the second floor. A serial horror TV series called "Casamp Holiday" has been broadcast on it. The story tells the story of an ogre king encountered in a subway.

Because of its rich dishes and complete color, flavor and taste, it is a popular gourmet TV series in Utopia.

Although Gwen couldn't accept it a little bit, she could still watch it.

He was wearing that slightly cool pajamas, and Mihaila, the secret agent, also wore a relatively transparent one. The conservative spark was the kind of pajamas with trousers and a short shirt that exposed the waist.The most serious of them all, Richardson, was wearing a tight gray yoga suit and socks all over the body.

Gwen felt tired of pressing the gun anyway.

Not to mention the gray tower with a red face.

……

The next day, early morning.

After Gwen got up and ate the long-lost soy milk and fried dough sticks provided by Mao Deng, in the restaurant area on the second floor of the main tower, he saw the curse blade who was not dressed in the shirt, trousers and detective trench coat today.The woman greeted her and said that "something went wrong inside the Special Investigation Bureau." Recently, in order to avoid being affected, she rarely used the accumulated vacation time to ask for leave.

She has an innate ability to foresee danger, so Gwen also believes this statement.

Holding the warm tea that smelled so comfortable, Gwen took a sip, "So, what's wrong inside?",

Curseblade picked up a beef hamburger patty covered in red juice with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes and nodded, "It's nothing."

After swallowing it, he said: "It is the special commissioner of the authorities who was killed in his own residence by the source force of the flame attribute. The remaining inextinguishable flame has the source force characteristic of dragon flames. Although the train crew has completely blocked the information, it seems that the authorities have received a report that Long Yan killed the special commissioner in order to cover up the accounting problems of the fellow accountant."

"Really? It's really serious...Huh!?"

Gwen realized later, isn't this the killing of an imperial envoy? ?

The seriousness of this problem can no longer be described in words: "Suka! Really?"

"Suka, as long as I know if it's true or not, if it's false, I wish Long Yan committed suicide himself!"

"Really?"

Curse Blade looked very depressed, "If it is true, I will report Long Yan with tears, hee hee."

His expression was gloomy, but his tone was cheerful, wishing he could put the shit bowl on Long Yan's head at that time.

Gwen was a little worried, no matter how ignorant people are about politics, they should have some idea of ​​this kind of thing.

"That should have nothing to do with us?"

"Uh, you want to have something to do with us?" Cursed Blade looked at something more bizarre.

Gwen became annoyed, and stretched out her hand to squeeze the other's squirrel ears.

"Then I'm going to visit Long Yan in the afternoon, do you...do you need to avoid suspicion?"

"Avoid suspicion?" She repeated Gwen's words, and then there was an expression on her face that wanted to laugh but was worried that it would hurt the self-esteem of the person being laughed at too much, "We are just a secret investigation, and we can reach a conclusion with this case." There is only one possibility for the connection, that is, the wounds on the discovered corpses were caused by mind flayers, so there is a ten percent possibility that we need to take the initiative to participate in this politically charged murder."

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

Gwen tried to reach out to block him, but the man moved away.

……

It makes sense for Gwen to want to silence the curse blade. This woman's crow mouth attribute is indeed a little high.

Just in the afternoon, Gwen, who participated in Long Yan's 'meeting', was shocked by the large number of people in the meeting on the one hand, and surprised by the large amount of power on the other hand.He doesn't need to say anything at this meeting.

Everyone has something to do.

Gwen doesn't need to.

With such a source of strength, he has his own progress in his major, and possesses a profound source of energy. In the eyes of outsiders, he should be a well-educated scholar.

And Gwen couldn't explain to them in detail:
I'm not your type of envoy of origin, I'm the kind who really depends entirely on God to reward me.

But if this kind of words are said, only five or six origin force envoys will believe it.

Gwen's attention was focused on the few power users who gave him a premonition of death in the meeting.

The stronger the source force, the more you can relax your mind and accept all kinds of knowledge.

For them, an outlier?no problem.

Can't tell where I've seen someone like that.

"We need more quotas for oil and soil. The college is currently doing large-scale research on how to grow grapes. We need more shares..."

"Bring some demon corpses to make a furnace for cultivating monsters from hell..."

This is subject to quota.

The majority were academics, deans of college carriages, and self-employed researchers.

Now Utopia is still in a good age, and it is still in the era when a few educated aristocrats wasted their boring lives to go to the ancestral home in the country to be served by maids, and at the same time they were able to write scientific works that changed the whole world.Even a researcher in a battered overcoat who looks like a down-and-out Cthulhu Mythos detective might have an astonishing invention.

This is the era.

The best and worst of times.

Then there are the small car captains related to the armed forces. They are frightened by the long night and the monsters that have never been on the fellow.They demanded more guards, more patrolling troops.

Long Yan had no choice but to put down his airs and persuade these "producers and rich men" with good words, making them believe that unless they can get a very good right of passage for city-level or metropolitan-level trains, the Laoxiangren is the safest Municipal trains.

It can be regarded as heartbroken.

Finally, there are private armed groups like Gwen, which represent paganism and societies.

This aspect of the statement is much more complicated.

Long Yan also solved them one by one.

However, Gwen and a lot of Yuanli made the little car captains come to watch the show, learn about current affairs by the way, and exchange the next message.

It should have been nothing more than that.

A guard knocked lightly on the door, walked in, and handed a letter to Long Yan.

Gwen keenly captured the nothingness under Long Yan's helmet, and a line of sight glanced at him.

tear.

Long Yan tore open the letter, glanced at it, and said loudly: "Mind flayer."

At least six or seven people want to stand up. This is a very prestigious nickname on the fellow account, and everyone wants to be called this.But just like IDs sometimes need to rely on grades to forge, Gwen's name as a mind flayer is currently as stable as Mount Tai.

But at this moment, Gwen only felt like when he was called the fourth name by the old man with white beard in the Goblet of Fire party.

A little embarrassed and puzzled.

He stood up.

I don't know if it is an illusion, but there is a gloating look in the void under Longyan's helmet.

"The bodies of the special commissioner's entourage were found, and all of them were taken away by clean means."

……

(End of this chapter)