The red moon returns

Chapter 227 Disguise
The eyebrows are a little thinner, the nose is a little flatter, and the distance between the eyes is a little wider.

Well, he seems to have some intellectual problems, maybe Walker is not like this.

All over again.

The first time he used Karina's exquisite makeup, Lynch found that its use was like pinching faces. The problem was that the images he used to pinch faces in the game could always be used as spiritual weapons, no less than those from Dreamland. He whispered in horror, but he didn't expect to torture himself again in another world.

As a result, after half an hour of pinching in front of the mirror, Miss Valente, a gentle and virtuous aristocratic lady, laughed so hard that she fell to the ground several times. Now she is still leaning on the street lamp, holding her chest and panting, causing her chest to burst violently. of ups and downs.

Tsk, if you hadn't brought that broken fan with you, you would have been in danger, you know.

Their eyes met, and then quickly separated. Maybe it was a little hot, and both of their faces were a little red. Lynch hurriedly picked up the mirror, and this time under the guidance of Miss Valente, he finally shaped it into a human shape, and with Walker There are seven or eight similarities.

At this time, the old butler Louis happened to come back with the carriage and retrieved the Ranger uniform from the apartment for Lynch. Once he put on the full uniform and the top hat, it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity in the dim light.

It's just that I've been used to wearing Master Christian's famous handicrafts for the past few days, and when I put on this kind of standard suit, I always feel that it's wrinkled and doesn't fit anywhere.

Sure enough, luxury and enjoyment are the root of all evil, and they led me to ruin.

"Hmm, good evening, dear Miss Valente, Ranger Walker is at your service."

Lynch, who was on the roof of the car, felt his heart beating violently again, and cold sweat had soaked his back.

The moment he heard the voice, Lin Qi's pupils suddenly contracted, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and his muscles tensed up. He hid his body like a conditioned reflex, and at the same time, he jumped into the air and climbed onto the roof of the car silently.

Before he even touched the door, voices suddenly came from inside the door, and the door began to move.

However, I have always had a spirit of sacrifice, and I am willing to bear the original sins of the world. Let the trials of these sins come to me, and I have nothing to fear.

Lin Qi repeatedly encouraged himself, walked quickly to the car door, raised his hand and knocked...

After calming down, Lynch bowed slightly towards Miss Valente. The aristocratic lady bit her lip and looked at him deeply. She pointed to the ground under her feet, indicating that she was always here to support. Then she lifted up her skirt and bent her knees slightly, watching Lynch shake. Cane turned and left.

The sea breeze on the June night was still a bit chilly. Lin Qi tightened his coat and walked quickly to the pier.

"Huh? What?"

Damn, this sound...

As soon as Walker landed, he quickly looked around and found that there was no one around him, so he shook his cane with a puzzled look on his face:

Trying to make his voice deeper, more like Walker's voice in his memory, Lynch was not sure, but as he said, who knows if it will work if he doesn't try, what if those people are blind.

It's okay, I pretended to be the same, they are all blind and can't see it.

"It seems like I saw something flying past. Am I drunk too?"

【real? 】

In such an environment, a carriage parked on the dock would not attract anyone's attention, and it would be just as normal for a gentleman in formal attire to come over. Lynch avoided several strong men running around carrying goods and slowly approached the Rangers. carriage.

Be serious, prepare for war.

Ranger, Walker.

There was no one watching outside the car, not even the driver. There was only a horse that was hitched to the car, snoring lazily and looking lazily at the dock workers who occasionally passed by.

The next moment, the car door opened and a man jumped out of the car.

It is almost late at night, and although the brightly lit dock is no longer as lively as it was during the day, it is still busy. As the largest port in the southern part of the Rand, the daily throughput is amazing. From time to time, ocean-going cargo ships are dragging heavy cargo under the guidance of the twin towers. The black smoke sailed into the port, filling the air with the smell of coal smoke and putting harvest smiles on the faces of workers and businessmen on the docks.

Damn, it was so dangerous, I was just one step away from being caught on the spot.

Lynch's mind was spinning rapidly. Walker, who was under the car, had already retracted his gaze, stretched hard, and then turned back to the car and said:

"I'm going to the beach to get some fresh air, Robben. Just be careful. If you really want to vomit, you can vomit under the tree there, but don't leave the carriage too far. Your drinking capacity is not good, young man. You just have a few sips to relieve yourself. You I can't sit still anymore. I need to practice more in the future." "Yes, sir."

There was a vague response from the car. Walker, who was wearing a Ranger uniform, curled his lips and closed the car door, moved his shoulders, and walked all the way to the North Sea.

Huh, you're so lucky. Damn it, why is this guy here? He doesn't sleep at night. Do you think you are the leader of the agency working the night shift?

It seems that he is really the leader of the agency.

No, I'm stupid. It's unusual for him not to be here for such an important thing. I should have thought of it in advance.

What to do now? Is my plan about to die before it even gets started?
Lying on the roof of the car and rubbing his chin, Lynch suddenly rolled his eyes. After thinking seriously for a moment, he raised his head to confirm that Walker had gone away, then turned over and jumped off the roof of the car.

He opened the car door directly and walked in confidently.

The car was filled with the aroma of food. A large bag of fish and chips was spread out among the seats. There was also a small half bottle of tequila next to it. This was a high-altitude liquor. The corners of Lynch's mouth twitched when he saw it.

On the other side was a young soul-shifter, whose strength was at least level one, with an immature look on his face. He looked younger than Lynch.

The young man was smelling of alcohol, leaning on his chair in a daze, and said inarticulately: "Hello, sir, are you back so soon?"

"So you need to practice more, young man. From now on, drink at least one bottle every day and check after two months."

Even when facing a drunk person, Lynch still tried hard to recall Walker's words and tone just now, and said seriously:

"I'm worried that you vomited in the car. Will there be anyone in the car for a while? How can I wait? Look at how drunk you are now. Go home and go to bed. I'll write a copy of myself tomorrow. Leave it to me to reflect, it won’t work if you don’t do it deeply.”

"Sir, no, no need, I'll be fine in a minute..."

"Stop talking nonsense, this is an order. The way you are now, staying here is a burden. Besides, there won't be any danger for a while. Even if there is danger, do you still want to deal with it for me? Let's go home. Remember, this is an order. I don’t want to say it a second time.”

"Yes Yes Yes."

Hearing the officer's stern scolding, young Robben felt warm in his heart. He jumped up and saluted, jumped out of the car and stumbled towards the outside of the pier.

He had seen so many drunkards that no one paid attention to the extra thing. When Lynch saw that the child was really gone, he immediately clapped his left and right hands to celebrate. He quickly moved to the young man's position and adjusted the wrinkles of his uniform according to his memory. The young man approached, grabbed a bottle of wine and sprinkled some on himself, then took out a mirror and started pinching his face again.

This time of course it was the young man Robben.

It's a bit abstract, forget it, just make it as long as you want. This thing is really troublesome to use.

While complaining, he adjusted his appearance. The one he had just adjusted was somewhat similar, but the car door was suddenly pushed open again.

"Sir, sir, I, I really didn't ask when I went home early..."

For a moment, the two Robbens looked at each other inside and outside the carriage, and the air seemed to be suffocating.

"Ah, it turns out I'm still in the car. I'm really dreaming. It seems I really need to go back and sleep for a while."

While chanting, the young man turned around and left, swaying and completely disappearing outside the port.

Damn, that scares me to death. Drunks are so annoying.

Lin Qi was stunned. He was stunned for a long time with his mouth wide open. Then he realized what he was doing. He quickly closed the car door and continued to adjust his appearance while holding the mirror.

They're barely 50 or 60% similar, so that's okay. Not all drunk people look normal.

After barely completing the disguise, Lynch had just put away the mirror and sat down in the chair when the car door was pushed open again.

Commander Walker of the Rangers was standing at the door, looking at the carriage carefully.

(End of this chapter)