I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Benjamin had already left far away, and naturally no one answered him. At this time, the output of evil names slowed down, but it still did not slow down.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Li Lin's mouth, and he turned and walked towards the attic.

It was getting late and he was going to bed.

48 We Are Poor Wretches Against Madness

Li Lin got up in a daze, he didn't sleep well yesterday.

Moments later, the smell of feces rushing to the top of his head in the early morning made Li Lin realize that it was time to get down to business, so he jumped down from the stairs on the second floor while singing.

The stairs that had been pressed down by the young girl for an unknown amount of time looked crumbling, the windows were simply surrounded by wooden boards, and there were holes in the walls and ceiling. Li Lin made up his mind that he would have to find someone to repair it later.

"From today onwards, I will go to the bathroom by myself. Parents, please don't underestimate me. Baby Bus told me the secret to going to the bathroom. I can't wait. "

No matter where people are from all over the world, they usually choose to bring some reading materials when they go to the toilet. On the one hand, it is for entertainment, and on the other hand, it is to prevent forgetting to bring paper, and newspapers can also be used to solve the problem.

Li Lin, who hadn't fully woken up yet, with a blank mind, sat on the toilet and opened the dark green desktop stupidly.

Li Lin was taken aback the moment he saw the dark green desktop, and at the same time his butt muscles subconsciously tightened, causing the excrement that was pinched off to splash water.

On the dark green desktop, ten evil names neatly surrounded Li Lin, like a prison cell, or a noose around his neck, or a chastity belt.

In addition, there are several secret atmospheres flickering with dim candlelight.

Li Lin dragged the secret atmosphere to his side while wiping his ass like a dead sheep. For a while, the card representing Li Lin himself was also dimly illuminated by the flickering candlelight. At first glance, he was one of the most mysterious people in the mysterious world.

Although both the evil name and the secret atmosphere are eye-catching, and may attract hunters who investigate their identities, the evil name may become criminal evidence, but the secret atmosphere will not.

The former is a genuine cult demon stunned person, while the latter may just be a passer-by kid. In short, if someone really wants to do something to Li Lin, it is impossible before the secret atmosphere completely disappears.

According to Li Lin's valuable experience in Tomorrow's Ark World, as long as he makes seemingly mysterious actions, a secret atmosphere may be generated. After the integration movement entered a state in the later stage, he even completed the secret atmosphere production line Take as much as you want.

After doing all this, Li Lin didn't even bother to eat breakfast, so he went out with a gloomy face.

He knew where Benjamin's grandson lived and where he worked, and at this time Benjamin was probably already working at the newspaper.

As a newspaper reporter, as a continuous production machine of evil names, this is very reasonable.

As a big city that still plays an important role in the world after World War I, Vienna covers a very large area. It is winter, and the cold wind is blowing along the long street. The pedestrians coming and going are either in a hurry or looking heavy, even some people like Li Lin. Mavericks do not receive much attention.

Li Lin walked all the way with a crowbar, but no one recognized him as a psychopath, which can be described as a failure of the Viennese.

But this is also related to his secret atmosphere, after all, who would mess with a plumber who looks very mysterious?In Li Lin's original world, it is said that as long as you carry a ladder with you, you will not be hindered in the slightest whether you are entering a movie theater, school or women's restroom.

Crowbars are the same in this day and age.

The newspaper office where Benjamin works is also in the outer city in the west of Vienna. Compared with the house Li Lin rents, it is closer to the inner city and closer to the political and cultural center of the southern district. After all, whether a reporter can get big news depends not only on See if he runs fast, and also see if he has the conditions to chat and laugh with big shots.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the three-story newspaper building appeared in front of Li Lin, and the smell of ink hit his face across the distance.

Li Lin stopped at the crossroads, stretched out his hand pretending to pick his booger, but actually grabbed it against the cold wind, then wiped the booger on the wall calmly, opened the dark green table top, and swept his eyes over the table, I saw a brand new card, .

【biting cold wind】

[Hinder: The harsh environment blocks your enemies. 】

[Influence: A certain kind of reverberation, resonance, harmony.will soon be gone]

[Phase: winter, blade. 】

[Frost walks here. 】

There is also a small clock icon in the lower right corner of the card, which symbolizes that this card is time-sensitive and will gradually fade and disappear over time.

Anyway, no money, just a little bit.

It is definitely not enough to rush in directly. At this time, after the First World War, all the good brothers in Austria are veterans with abundant martial arts.When Li Lin was thinking about whether to go to Benjamin's house, a man walked out of the newspaper office, his eyes lit up when he saw Li Lin, and he walked towards him quickly.

"You are Mr. Hunter? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alan Dickens, special correspondent and contributor to the Danube Journal."

The visitor is about 30 years old, with a pair of nice green eyes, gray hair slightly curled up under a thick top hat, a pince-nez on the bridge of the nose, a vest of the same color under a thick brown woolen coat, and a height of nearly 1.9 meters , when he approached, there was a strong smell of roasted tobacco.

The "Danube Daily" is the newspaper with the largest circulation among the newspapers that Benjamin worked for.

After standing still in front of Li Lin, Dickens rubbed his hands and let out a breath of white air.

"In fact, I have heard of your reputation as early as a few months ago. To tell you the truth, quite a few contributors have compiled many stories based on you, and they have made a lot of money. The previous paragraph You haven't shown up in time, but let our good friends wait anxiously."

Actually cheating money with your own story?Although Li Lin had no memories of his previous life as a time traveler, Master Li, who was excited when he mentioned money, began to feel a little righteous indignation.

Dickens shrugged helplessly: "Yesterday our reporter got drunk after get off work and recklessly visited your residence. It seems that he was a little frightened?"

Li Lin squinted at him.

Dickens smiled naturally: "After all, since early this morning, our poor Benjamin has been complaining about this matter, and he has added a lot of exaggerated articles to it. I have to say that although those things don't have the slightest story and artistry But it’s very eye-catching.”

"By the way, don't you want to find a place to sit?" Dickens offered the invitation logically. After all, it was too difficult for the two of them to stand and chat at the crossroads against the cold winter wind.

Li Lin had no reason to refuse, anyway, he didn't pay the bill, not to mention that all the money on him was extorted.

Opposite the newspaper office is a coffee shop. After opening the glass door, the heating makes people drowsy, but the bitter taste is quite refreshing.Dickens hung his thick hat on the coat rack, and took a seat by the window.

"What would Mr. Hunter want to drink?"

"Cat poop coffee doesn't require cat poop, just add more sugar." Li Lin replied expressionlessly.

Isn’t that just coffee with too much sugar?And the price of cat poop coffee... The corners of Dickens's mouth twitched slightly, as if he couldn't help complaining, but the professional level of the contributor still allowed him to restrain his impulse.

"Two cups of coffee, one with cream and one with extra sugar."

After putting the coffee in front of Li Lin, Dickens sat down calmly and started the interrupted conversation with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Hunter, your identity has always been mysterious. Now your temperament seems to be even more mysterious. If I hadn't happened to meet you last time when I went out to collect information, I wouldn't have been able to recognize you even standing in front of me."

Li Lin stared at a pair of dead fish eyes.

Dickens took out a notebook from his pocket, took out a check from it, and scribbled a number.

"I don't know if 'Mr. Hunter' has found the target, but even if you have got what you want, it is always good to have money at your fingertips." Dickens added as if afraid of Li Lin's misunderstanding, "Of course this is just A small entrustment, if you want, we can start a long-term cooperation."

"What commission?" Li Lin took a sip of the sweet and greasy coffee, his eyes lit up.

The smile on Dickens's face became stronger: "A long-term serial story. It's about a 'hunter' who is a hero. Of course, there won't be any real names of places or people in this story, but it can make people feel at a glance. Thinking of you."

"Hey." Li Lin, who was heartless and heartless, agreed that he would not be burdened at all.

"Great!" Dickens handed the check to Li Lin, took out the pen from his pocket, and licked the nib, "This is the deposit. I hope to have a brief interview with you before the official start. I hope you Never mind."

"Mr. Hunter, what is your name—"

"Klein Moretti."

49 We are wretches who are always fighting against danger and madness (tremor)

"Klein Moretti... sounds like a name that is easily reminiscent of a bathroom." Dickens wrote in his notebook, "Then do you have any other names besides hunters? What occupation?"

"24 years old, a student."

"Oh, student." Dickens's eyes lit up as if inspired, and he wrote quickly, "This is a very good career, and many female readers are quite fond of it. A combination of students on the surface and night hunters behind their backs will definitely attract attention. I don't know which university it is—”

"—and movie actors." Li Lin suddenly added.

"...?"

After the scene was quiet, Dickens stared at Li Lin, who was obviously just thinking about it and looked a little bit proud, and forced a smile: "So that's the case. So what is your role?"

"Li Tiansuo." Li Lin folded his arms, raised his head slightly, and said without shame.

Dickens paused his pen. This was another character he had never heard of. As far as the name alone was concerned, it sounded very similar to the name of a person from the Ming Dynasty.

"He is a litterateur in the East, leading a poet. He once wrote the famous article "Yin Meng at Night Under the Pillow". We must cherish time. He also said a saying that is popular in the East, that is, righteousness has passed away, and I have passed away. This is Mr. Li Tiansuo's warning to walk with justice and not to slack off in the slightest."

This isn't a casually made up personal profile, is it necessary to be so serious...or is there really such a person in the Ming Empire?But aside from the facts, these words really have a lot of meaning.

Dickens had doubts in his heart, but he still kept a smile on his face: "It's really good. Then I will ask you some questions to establish the general character of the character."

Li Lin looked down at the menu. He didn't have breakfast and was a little hungry.

Dickens smiled knowingly, and took a menu: "The schnitzel in this cafe is unique, and their turkey and beef are quite good. For dessert, I recommend the emperor pancake with plum sauce. If you still have If you have an appetite, you can try the Viennese-style Sacher cake and order a cup of Mirangi coffee at the end."

He handed the menu with the tip to the waiter: "Please serve brunch to our guests."

There are always warm boxes in the cafe, and soon the waiter will serve the main dishes and desserts from the back kitchen, and the coffee will take a while.

The first is schnitzel and fried turkey steak dotted with cranberries. Vienna’s special schnitzel is tender and juicy. Served with rice, potato chips, parsley potatoes or cranberries, it is the number one staple food in Austria.The taste of cranberry and potato salad reduces the greasy taste of the schnitzel, while the rice makes the schnitzel more lively, and the gravy penetrates into the depth of the rice grains, which makes the index finger move.

This was followed by an emperor pancake, a dessert favored by Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria-Hungary, who died a few years ago.Princess Sissi, who is famous for her beauty in the mainland, has a sweet tooth, but she doesn't particularly like this pancake with candied plums. On the contrary, Franz Joseph I, who never eats sweets, likes it quite a lot.The emperor pancakes in the cafe are sweet and sour, with a tangy aroma that makes people salivate when they smell them from a distance.

Then there is a Sacher cake, which is a special chocolate frosting cake that has been prepared. It is said that each piece of Sacher cake has a different taste.Its top layer is chocolate chips covered with icing sugar. There are two layers of extremely fragrant apricot jam in the chocolate sponge sandwich, and the whipped cream is spread next to it. The bitter aroma and sweet taste make people linger.

Finally, there is the long-overdue Mirangi coffee, which is an authentic Austrian Vienna-style coffee, which is not added with sugar cubes, but flavored with cream.It originated in Turkey in the past, and now the Viennese add sweet liqueur to the coffee, which makes the whole coffee taste soft aftertaste.

After eating and drinking, Dickens began to ask questions. He opened the notebook in his hand: "The following is the first question. Since the beginning of our birth, human beings have revered nature. There are souls, some go to heaven, some go to hell, and naturally there are ghosts wandering in the world. If there are ghosts in this world, what is your opinion on them?"

Li Linxin said that he should ask Si Chen to pay homage to this matter, but because Dickens invited him to a meal, he decided to answer the question properly.

He stared at the dead fish eyes, and his eyes gradually became empty.

"There must be many ways to play ghosts, right?"

The pen in Dickens' hand fell to the table with a snap, and he blinked, doubting his ears a little, trying to make sure he heard it wrong.

Li Lin told Dickens with the facts that he heard correctly.

"Look, if ghosts really exist in this world, then they must be everywhere, even when cooking and doing housework, what about when shitting and peeing to meet personal needs? They are watching you all the time , trying to poke your ass so you can pinch shit and splash water up your ass, or try to get your ass off while you're addressing your personal needs."

Li Lin began to tell nonsense seriously: "I have encountered such a case before, a widower, his wife died for two years, he missed his wife all the time during these two years, he didn't go to the tavern to look for Liuying, and If you don’t marry again, you can solve your physical needs by yourself.”

"What he didn't know was that when he was addressing his personal issues, not only was his long-dead wife present, but his long-dead parents were also present, and even his grandfather and grandmother were present."

"He often said it would be nice if my wife was still alive, so his dead wife was very moved. She reached out her hand and plated his eggs while he was addressing her next physiological needs."

Li Lin stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers twirled nimbly in the air. Dickens twitched all over, as if he was not the man in the story but himself who was beaten.Although the story Li Lin told was absurd, he was a hunter. Who knew if this was a commission he had handled?

Curiosity forced Dickens to ask: "And then?"

"Then the widower also became a ghost, living happily with his dead wife." Li Lin replied expressionlessly, "Please, you don't really think that the man whose eggs were taken off can still live, do you? "

"So my suggestion is to join if you can't beat it. There is nothing to be afraid of. Maybe you can climb on top of him after turning into a ghost, forcing him to scare people 24 hours a day all year round."

Dickens suddenly realized.

In his notebook, he quickly wrote down Li Lin's unrestricted remarks about the ecological relationship between humans and ghosts, which seemed to touch his inspiration.

After a short pause, he turned the pages of his notebook: "The second question is about animals. We all know that animals are good friends of human beings. What do you think about animals?"

In view of the astonishing answer in the last sentence, Dickens felt that Li Lin might say something without a lower limit again, and he was ready to revise it as appropriate.

Li Lin blinked, lost in memory.

After a while, he said slowly, "I like pigs. Dogs worship humans, cats despise humans, and pigs treat us equally."

Dickens gasped. This sentence itself was very normal, and it was quite meaningful when you think about it carefully, but it was very abnormal for Li Lin to say it.

In fact, this sentence is a famous saying of Winston Churchill, and before Churchill had time to say this sentence, Li Lin brazenly plagiarized it.

After calming down and copying this famous quote into his notebook, Dickens decided to ask the last question: "The last question is about self-understanding. If you were given a chance to make a conclusion about yourself, how would you evaluate yourself?"

"I'm the Guardian, and a poor wretch who's constantly fighting against danger and madness."

Dickens began to wonder if something had gone wrong with his first question.

After confirming again, he handed one of his business cards to Li Lin. After saying goodbye, he got up and left. Li Lin’s words touched him quite a bit. Lin paid the bill.

After putting Alan Dickens' business card in his arms, Li Lin opened the dark green desktop.

A brand new card was lying on the table. On the pink-purple background, the smooth lines outlined the abstract face of a man wearing a pince-nez and a top hat. As Li Lin looked at him, the card showed The man is blinking at a rate of once every two seconds.

[Sponsor: Mr. Alan Dickens]

[Mr. Allen Dickens is a special correspondent and contributor to the "Danube Daily", he is working on creating a long serial novel with an occultist as the main character, and he just needs a prototype for reference. 】

[Greek teacher: Mr. Alan Dickens will be happy to give you a small class if you pay a certain fee. 】

[Mortal: Despite writing many works that are grim or frightening to ordinary people, Alan Dickens still knew very little about the mysterious world. 】

[You can't direct him to do things, but he will help you in various other ways, whether it's entrusting or assisting. 】

When Li Lin was about to get up, a person suddenly sat down in front of him, and the waiter came behind him attentively: "Mr. Police Officer, what do you need?"

"A cup of Mirangi coffee, thank you." The police officer handed the menu to the waiter to signal him to leave, and then stared at Li Lin with piercing eyes.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Franz Clark, first-class sergeant of the Vienna Police Department."