The Riddler Get Out of Terra

He left the factory under the supervision of the factory director. Gangsters were lingering in front of his house. Villains were wandering in the downtown area. The young man was alone and had no way to buy ambulance service for his mother.

He was desperate, he was hopeless, he gave up his bottom line and dignity, and went to Kong Ming, a well-known intelligence dealer in Xiacheng District at that time, to sell the logistics company's flow.

Yi An remembered clearly that the handsome man who was not what Xiacheng District should have looked at him and made him a price he couldn't refuse:

Ask someone to personally treat Yi An's mother.

People in Xiacheng District said that Kong Ming had the power to see into people's hearts and could make everyone fall in love with or hate him. Yi An didn't believe it at first, but when the man just took one look at him and made an offer that he couldn't refuse. At that time, Yi An was convinced.

The person who treated his mother was a tall and powerful Feilin. The first time he saw him, Yi Ping An trembled with the great danger he sensed.

Li Boli looked at Feilin, who stood out among the crowd and was extremely recognizable, walking all the way down the street. His legs were clearly shaking with fear, but he said something embarrassing on his lips:

"Hello, I am Yi An, a family member of the patient. Are you the doctor here to treat me?"

The man smiled:

"Hello, Mr. Yi An, I'm Hao Zhao, I'm a doctor. I always have a way to treat most non-intractable diseases and save lives."

——That was the first encounter between Yi An and Hao Zhao.

No one could have imagined that the Longmen Xiacheng District Guards Bureau, which drafted the order for Xiacheng District and had a status comparable to that of the Shangcheng District Government Affairs Office, would actually have a logistics director who graduated from an accounting training program. Just as no one could have imagined that someone would complete the planning of most of Xiacheng District. The same feat as entering civilization.

But Yi An knows that Hao Zhao can, and the people he trusts can too.

"Minister Yi, I'm new here, please take care of me."

Xing Xiong toasted to Yi An with a forced smile. At this time, they had already led their respective operators into the night market in Xiacheng District, ordering some food and drinks to celebrate the promotions of Yi An and Xing Xiong.

But just by looking at Xingxiong's face, Li Boli knew that the ghost captain's thoughts were not here at all. She should want to find Hao Zhao, who was about to step down, and ask him why he left. But the operators around him were waiting, so she couldn't. Not setting an example.

Seeing Xing Xiong's expression, Yi An knew that his face must also look very bad.

That was Hao Zhao, the fair man who discovered him, a man of action who kept his word, and the director of the Guards Bureau who was admired by everyone in Longmenxia City. How could he choose to leave at such a high time?

Yi An didn't know, but he would always choose to help Hao Zhao make up his mind to do something.

Chapter 58 Leaving Longmen

"Why are you leaving?"

Xingxiong came back, carefully closed the door, smelled of alcohol, and approached Hao Zhao, looking into his eyes as if pleading.

"Why didn't you drink hangover soup?"

Hao Zhao asked.

"I'm afraid you'll really leave and don't want to drink."

Xing Xiong stared at Hao Zhao, his heroic golden pupils unblinking.

The situation in the room was too conspicuous. Xing Xiong, who had been trained by Rosemary, noticed the change at the first sight when he entered the door:

The door to Orange Cat's room was wide open. Hao Zhao, who had longed to see him after the unsatisfactory dinner, took out the clothes he bought from the closet, folded them, put them in bags by categories, pressed them tightly, and threw them into the small travel backpack beside him. inside.

In other parts of the backpack, tent cloth, brackets, water bottles and other large and small supplies are tightly bound by thick hemp ropes, as if they are ready to wander around.

But how could he leave?Xingxiong looked into Hao Zhao's eyes that were the same color as hers, the sadness in his eyes undisguised.

She originally thought that she would join the Guards Bureau, and live happily in Longmen with Afa and the others under the leadership of Hao Zhao. She had a friend who could consider getting married, and Hao Zhao had a group of ghost friends who he could confide in. .

But how could this be?

There was light in the man's eyes, reflecting the pleading look of the star bear. The ghost girl had never thought that she would be so weak:

The ghost clan's farewell should be free and heroic, drinking wine and singing in harmonious clothes. Maybe we will meet again in the future. Maybe this separation is a farewell, but the sadness of separation should not dilute the sweetness of friendship. Farewell to friends is to commemorate the next time. 's reunion.

Following the custom of the ghost tribe, Xingxiong bought wine and meat to bid farewell to Hao Zhao, who had led them out of the quagmire.

But as it got closer, Xingxiong walked into the room and felt only indescribable sadness and loneliness. His pretense of heroism was like thin ice and snow under the scorching sun, and the ice melted in an instant.

If Xing Xiong was seen by her former self at this moment, he would probably not be laughed at.

So Hao Zhao touched Xing Xiong's head, waved gently to the wardrobe from a corner where she couldn't see, and the clothes he put together suddenly disappeared into the air.

——With different emotional characteristics, the abilities obtained are also different. They are also abilities obtained from the scepter of the fallen angel. Kong Ming calls himself in other time and space, Lei Sang throws the food of the present into the future, and Ursa will Things from the future were pulled to the present, but Hao Zhao only gained extremely strong time resistance.

Lei Sang's ability to send things from the present to the future means that he has the ability to observe the future, but in the future he saw, Hao Zhao did not exist - even if the orange cat was standing right next to him

side, and he looked a second later.

Ursa can send objects from the future to the present, which means she can easily determine the time of her own death and can even communicate with the future.

But in her note from the future, Hao Zhao did not exist at all - the orange cat was still in the same room with her, and Kong Ming and Lei Sang were mentioned in the note.

Of course, Hao Zhao didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He even thought that this was more in line with his pursuits - Lei Sang and the others' fancy abilities were not the cup of tea of ​​Hao Zhao, who had always liked to strengthen himself through training or adding some points.

But when there is a need in life, he has to envy the benefits of Lei Sang's abilities - Kong Ming can directly call other selves for help, and Lei Sang's ability to be thrown into the future can continue to be used as space props, even if Ursa , can also know life and death, know the future, and do things that Hao Zhao cannot do.

But [Qiao Lun] is always Qiao Lun, and the experience and ability of each feather can be shared. It may be greatly reduced due to physical or emotional factors, but it can be used if it can be used.

——Right now, it is Hao Zhao's spell copy of Lei Sang's ability. The authority is in Lei Sang's hands, and Hao Zhao uses magic to imitate Lei Sang's characteristics and uses Lei Sang's ability with his permission.

The boring calculations and energy consumption when activating abilities made Hao Zhao couldn't help but think of the days when he first arrived at Longmen. The orange cats at that time were just ordinary special feathers. Compared with other clones, they were ordinary and even muddled. .

So he took over the task of getting the first pot of gold and traveled to various places in Xiacheng District to obtain the resources to take root in Longmen in various ways.

How similar was the fatigue and boredom back then to now?

It’s just that the Miss Hoshikuma in front of her is slightly different:

At that time, even if Xing Xiong was knocked to the ground by Hao Zhao a few punches and couldn't stand up, he would still grit his teeth and stubbornly fight with him. Now Xing Xiong obviously didn't do anything by Hao Zhao, but he was about to cry without crying.

What exactly has changed?

Hao Zhao knew it, but he didn't intend to say it.

So Xingxiong quickly understood Yi An's situation and understood why the officers of the Guard Bureau subconsciously followed the decision made by Hao Zhao instead of discussing it:

Orange Cat didn't intend to talk to Xing Xiong about why he left. He just talked to her about the development of the lower city after he left over the wine and meat that Xing Xiong bought. The content was too important for Xing Xiong to do it even if he was reluctant. Not listening carefully.

Instead of talking to Xingxiong about Terra's treatment, which she didn't understand at all, Hao Zhao preferred to end the conversation with something more important.

They drank and chatted, the wine and meat dwindling away, Xingxiong looked at Hao Zhao in a daze, the warm light shone on the man, softening his strong and resolute outline, revealing a rare gentleness.

"Why are you leaving?"

she asked, ending the topic abruptly.

"Among the infected is my latest informant..."

Hao Zhao paused for a moment, then replied calmly after a moment: "You are already drunk, go to bed early, Xingxiong, I will write the rest to you in a letter, don't be afraid."

"I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk!!!"

Xing Xiong tugged at the hem of Hao Zhao's clothes, and the ghost beauty, who had become extremely steady since she became the captain of the special forces team, rolled around without caring about her face.

In the end, Hao Zhao just touched her head, letting Xing Xiong fall drunk in his arms and gradually fall asleep.

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In the early morning, the sun was slightly drunk, and at the gate of the mobile city gantry, the orange cat in simple clothes left as quietly as he came.

When he was about to leave completely, he stopped and waved goodbye to those around him. In the light in his pupils, Hei Li, who had gone to the meeting together alone, was hiding in the dark and gently returned his greeting.

Chapter 59 The long wind and sand

Although it has one of the largest territories on the continent of Terra, and its population is far more dense than Victoria's, the Yan Kingdom is actually not one of the most livable areas on this land.

The most livable location on the continent of Terra is Victoria. This pearl on the main road of Terra occupies rich plain landforms and land resources. The most enviable thing for Terrans is that Victoria has few natural disasters.

It is precisely because of Victoria's characteristics that the Victorians completed technological iterations early, quickly became popular on the continent of Terra, and established numerous enclaves in various regions.

The capital, Londinium, was built in the most peaceful location on the land of Victoria. After the Aslans led the mercenaries to defeat the Vaifan led by the native Draco, they reconciled with the Red Dragon clan and established The capital of the Victorians.

Natural disasters are far away from Londinium, so the city can have complex underground factories. Only the Aslan royal family can know the secrets of this city. The underground factories are the best breeding ground for a comeback after being lost.

What about the cities of Yanguo people?

Unfortunately, although most cities began to move to urbanization due to the industrial revolution that swept across the continent of Terra, everything in the Yan Kingdom cannot be discussed in terms of moving cities:

The population on this land is too large compared to other countries. Even if a miraculous number of mobile cities are built, it still cannot afford the large number of Yanguo people.

So the people of the Yan Kingdom were also divided into the outer city. Judging from what Qiao Lun sent to the Yan Kingdom to shape Han Xin's resume on his behalf, judging from what he saw and heard, discrimination and corruption, the two most common diseases on the earth, were also prevalent in the Yan Kingdom.

Jingzhe was arguing with other noble figures in the temple, thinking that winning an argument could save more people.

People, but in fact the ordinary people who really fill this country have nothing to do with her debate:

People live and die in the land outside the mobile city, using traditional experience methods and notifications from natural disaster messengers to avoid Terra's "specialties" that will open at some point.

How can they care about where officials are corrupt and where people are living in dire straits?

The people above the temple are too tall, so tall that picking off the stars is their goal, but the people on this land only live on flat ground.

When Hong Quan returned to his hometown after repeatedly failing the imperial examination, such treasonous thoughts always flashed through his mind.

Those who passed the exam changed their appearance after going to the capital. They were very pompous and dressed in red and purple. It seemed that as long as they passed the exam, a wonderful future was waiting for them.

Their eyes are no longer focused on the villagers. Their gentle eyes, which have read poetry and books, are now hurriedly aiming at the tall cities and beautiful ideals. The new officials of the Yan Kingdom who have high ambitions but low power are just adding to the best arrangements for the bottom. One or two gazebos.

Ha, gazebo!

Hong Quan once tried to get in touch with those former classmates, watching them advance bravely and display their ambitions, enduring the burning jealousy and the shame of betraying their self-esteem, praying for classmates to help arrange for the villagers who had nowhere to go after the natural disaster, but the best In the end, it was just a matter of recruiting Hong Quan.

But how could he just leave?

From the perspective of a scholar, Hong Quan can certainly understand the caution of his colleagues:

Natural disasters come, houses are destroyed, and food is gone. Every household takes a small amount of food and water to survive in the wilderness to find their next home. People step on the devastated earth, looking for the next place to open up the wounds. .

However, the food will always be exhausted, and there will be plenty of land for cultivation. A group of people will change from a decent refugee group to hungry people, and then from hungry people to refugees - are refugees still human beings?The hungry refugees dared to eat anything!

Let them enter the mobile city?

Given the quality of the disaster victims, who will be responsible if they cause trouble in the mobile city?It's not like they let people in!

Only those who have been hungry can understand why the waves of refugees in the history books are so easily instigated. Hong Quan has developed a gentle temperament over the years because he has read poetry and books, and he considers himself more reserved than others in the town.

But now, enjoying the burning pain in his stomach, he wished he could immediately go back to the dead tree he had ignored and gnaw it all away from the bark to the roots!

But just thinking about it, I realized that this was impossible - he skipped it, would other refugees skip it?The dead tree might have been eaten away long ago.

But what worries Hong Quan even more is what lies behind:

Perhaps they have been hungry for too long, and a few skinny jackals are already looking at the others with vaguely strange eyes...

What do they want to do?What can they do?

Even if Hong Quan had never read a history book, he had heard from the mouths of his family elders what choices the refugees who were about to starve to death would make during the famine.

But what can he do as a scholar?

At most, he could only pick up the sword that his master had taught him to use to practice psychic skills all year round, and kill a few evil spirits who couldn't help it.

But how much can he defend on his own?Recently, there have been more and more people looking wrong and drooling at the mouth!

Hong Quan couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be if someone fell behind or died of hunger.

He had no choice but to let the carrier pigeon carry the written letters and send them to his former classmates, using sincere words and legal words to pray for them to provide some help so that a group of people who had been destroyed by natural disasters could rest.

The results obtained were ultimately unsatisfactory.

His old friends expressed regret for his experience and said that if Hong Quan was interested, they would be willing to take him in - but only Hong Quan.

If Hong Quan was just an ordinary scholar, he might have run over in joy, leaving the villagers behind him to die, but he was not an ordinary scholar!

Hong Quan was an orphan who was picked up and grew up eating the food of hundreds of families in the village. When he was registered, an old man living alone recognized the child and named him Hong Quan. He asked him to abandon the villagers who raised him and provided him with education. Hong Quan became the Less than.

But what can we do if we can’t do it?

Looking at the warm and tender tone of the letter, Hong Quan tore the paper into shreds angrily, and finally swallowed it all - he was too hungry, and he couldn't waste any food.

The young Li Boli endured the dryness of his throat and struggled to see the fine scraps of paper in front of his eyes. The thin saliva was as scarce as the drinking water stored by the refugees, which made it extremely difficult for him to swallow.

Fortunately, in order to receive the letter, Hong Quan briefly left the refugee gathering place and ran to the windy and sandy distance to find hope. Now no one will see Li Boli's extremely embarrassed appearance.

What should I say when I go back?

Hong Quan swallowed all the paper into his stomach and stroked his shriveled stomach sadly for a while. Even if he practiced the sword-raising skills taught to him by his master when he visited the old man who adopted him as a child, he could not save his stomach.

In other words, it is precisely because of his success in practicing internal strength that Hong Quan needs a lot more food to supplement his body than ordinary people!

But what’s in the camp now?

There are only indigestible clods of soil and numb human beings.

He took one last look at the distance that was dim due to the sandstorm. The sun gave off a hazy light behind the sandstorm, allowing Hong Quan to barely see the outline.