Azur Lane, will there be constant gunfire after peace?

Z23's eyes suddenly widened.

Du Lin, who was posted on the door on the second floor, had his hopes dashed.

Sure enough, it was discovered!

"...Ron." Bismarck glanced at the shoe and recognized its owner:

"These are... the shoes Ron always wears."

"Yes, these shoes are indeed Ron's."

Tirpitz behind Bismarck nodded in affirmation.

In an instant, the temperature in the entrance hall dropped suddenly.

Except for Z23, the expressions of the others seemed unchanged, but there was a hint of coldness in their eyes, even Tirpitz, who usually had a calm expression.

Only Frederick the Great kept smiling, looking as if he was not bothered by the trouble.

"...Does that mean the Commander and Sister Ron are here?"

Z23, not knowing the seriousness of the problem, spoke again, looking at the stairs leading to the second floor with some confusion:

"So why no response?"

"Humph, just go up and take a look and you'll know."

Hutten walked into the house first, but was stopped by Bismarck who raised his hand.

"Bismarck, what do you mean?"

Hu Teng turned his head to look at his companions, and then his heart skipped a beat.

It was the first time she saw Bismarck with such an expression.

Bismarck glanced at Hutten and said calmly:

"...I'll go first."

"...As you wish."

Hutten stepped back half a step to make way, while Bismarck, expressionless, strode towards the stairs.

Oh no, here it comes!

Du Lin on the second floor quickly took a few steps back. He could already hear the footsteps of several people coming up the stairs.

Du Lin looked at the closet where Ron was hiding and confirmed again that Ron was well hidden.

Very good, so what I have to do now is...

Du Lin quickly took off the clothes he had just put on and threw them on the ground, then jumped down on the bed and pulled the blanket over himself.

When he had just finished all this, the people outside had already reached the door.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of the bedroom doorknob turning.

Du Lin quickly closed his eyes, trying to calm his pounding heartbeat, and pretended to be still asleep.

The door was opened, and Bismarck and others appeared in front of the door.

"commander......"

Bismarck did not enter the room immediately. She stood in front of the door and looked inside. Her sharp eyes swept back and forth, and finally stopped on a figure on the big bed in the middle of the room.

That was the Du Lin she was very familiar with.

Seeing Du Lin's figure, no matter what Bismarck's mood was, the stone in her heart finally fell.

For Bismarck, Durin's safety was the most important thing. She was relieved to see Durin lying here safely.

Z23 poked her head out from the side, looking into the room with curiosity mixed with a hint of shyness, and also noticed Du Lin on the bed.

"Commander... turned out to be sleeping."

Z23 heard Du Lin's melodious snoring.

However, Z23 also noticed that there was only Du Lin on the huge bed, and Ron was not in the room as expected.

"...move gently and don't make too much noise."

Bismarck whispered, then entered the room first.

Even the clanging of his military boots hitting the ground did not make much sound due to Bismarck's deliberate control.

The same was true for the others, especially Z23 who was extremely cautious and didn't even dare to breathe.

Several people tiptoed quietly to the bedside. They looked down at Du Lin who was sleeping soundly on the bed. Everyone had a different mood.

"This is... the Commander looks like when he sleeps..." Z23 blushed.

"How...how bold..."

In Z23's filtered vision, Du Lin's unkempt sleeping posture became "bold".

Hu Teng frowned slightly:

"...Does his breathing seem this heavy when he's asleep?"

Du Lin now looks like an old man, and his snoring is extremely exaggerated.

This was very different from the Durin that Hutten remembered.

"No." Tirpitz shook his head slightly:

"...This wasn't the case when the commander fell asleep not long ago. His breathing...was steady and long, which made people feel particularly at ease."

Hu Teng looked at Tirpitz and said in a low voice:

"...Tirpitz, are you..."

Knowing Du Lin's sleeping posture so clearly, Hu Teng couldn't help but have some fantasies.

"Well......"

A blush appeared on Tirpitz's face, and she looked away without responding directly.

But the act itself is a response.

Hu Teng was shocked.

That Tirpitz, the Tirpitz who usually always followed Bismarck and had little presence, actually also had an affair with the commander...

Hutten was devastated. He didn't expect that besides Frederick, there were other people in the same camp who achieved the same achievement as himself.

Tsk!

Hutten glanced at Frederick the Great, but the other party did not react and still kept smiling.

Tsk, was this what you expected? Frederick!

Bismarck glanced at his sister, who said nothing more.

After all, she saw the commander and Tirpitz walk out of the room that day with her own eyes.

However, Tirpitz also said that nothing happened to her that night, and she just slept in the same bed with the commander.

Thinking of this, Bismarck felt a little anxious, like a player who was lagging behind in the competition.

"But... the commander was indeed sleeping soundly."

Z23 stepped forward bravely and poked Du Lin lightly with his slender fingers.

The "soundly asleep" Du Lin didn't react at all, but his snoring became louder.

"Oh~" Frederick the Great looked at Durin and said lightly:

"That snoring is not like him at all. It's like..."

Frederick the Great paused, then continued:

"...As if deliberately telling us that he was asleep~"

Volume 145: Chapter Life is like a play, it all depends on acting

In the huge room, Dühring was lying on the bed alone, and around the bed stood Bismarck, Tirpitz, Frederick the Great, Hutten and Z23.

This situation is very strange.

If Du Lin's sleeping position on the bed could be better, this would be more like some kind of funeral ceremony.

In fact, at this moment, Du Lin on the bed was really disheartened.

His hands and feet were cold, and his heart was beating like a drum.

"...As if deliberately telling us that he was asleep~"

As Frederick the Great said these words lightly, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Du Lin, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed on the bed, began to snore even more exaggeratedly.

Oops!

Du Lin hurriedly continued his exaggerated performance, but he was a little more restrained this time.

"Oh......"

Hu Teng narrowed his eyes slightly, she already understood what Hu Teng meant.

Tirpitz pulled down the brim of his hat, while Z23 on the other side felt something was wrong and quietly retreated.

Frederick the Great still covered his mouth with one hand and chuckled silently.

"call......"

Bismarck took a deep breath, then leaned over and gently pushed Durin:

"Commander, is it about time to get up?"

It didn't feel like a call, but more like a notification.

Du Lin felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He knew that he had probably been exposed.

However, even for a moment, Du Lin still struggled desperately.

"Woo..."

He whimpered vaguely, turned his body to the other side, and looked like he was determined to stay in bed any longer.

Watching Dühring's performance, Bismarck was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

She made eye contact with a few people, and everyone could see that the commander was pretending to be asleep at this moment.

That’s right, even Z23 could see it.

Although Z23 is simple, she has a deep understanding of what it means to truly fall asleep because she has a good friend named Rafi who loves to sleep.

It's... too fake. The commander's ability to pretend to sleep is too fake.

Z23 shook his head repeatedly.

"...It seems he won't give up."

Hu Teng bent down and grasped a corner of the blanket:

"Hey, it's about time you finished your poor performance."

Just as she was about to violently open it, Frederick the Great stopped her:

"No way~"

Frederick the Great looked at Hutten with dissatisfaction:

"If he does that, the child will be very pitiful."

"...Pathetic? Frederick, do you know what you are talking about?"

Hu Teng's brows furrowed slightly, but she still withdrew her hand.

"Hehe~ Leave it to me to wake up the commander~"

Frederick the Great tucked the hair behind his ear, leaned down to Durin's ear, opened his moist red lips slightly, and blew a warm breeze into Durin's ear:

"...Kid, it's time to get up~"