A female-oriented system, but the worldview is a little off?

Like lifting a liquid cat.

"Don't lie in bed. Do you have to watch a startup ad before using your latest smart computer?"

And the girl's weight.

As expected, it is as light as a feather.

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"So, why do you hate steam trains so much?"

After the girl, who had just woken up and looked like she had not been warmed up yet, was lifted up with her eyes slightly narrowed and her whole body at his mercy.

Chu Yan couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"It's rare to see you express such a clear preference for something. I thought there would be nothing you couldn't accept."

When getting off the bus.

He also inexplicably felt a burning gaze.

I turned my head and looked over there——and found that it was the gaze coming from Miyamizu Haruaki.

When she saw Chu Yan carrying Yi'erluo out, for some reason she looked at him with an envious and jealous look, like a kitten guarding its food, with gnashing teeth.

...Hmm.

Could it be that she also wants to lift it up high?

"Ah."

Yilu nodded in acknowledgment and looked sideways. Her mirror-like eyes reflected the tall train.

He confided: "This crude design is really too stupid."

"It is a huge machine that is assembled purely based on the performance of its parts."

"It's like a reckless man wielding a giant hammer, wantonly flaunting his foolish physical strength, but without even mastering the basics of martial arts."

"It has no core system, no streamlined aesthetics, and its parts are crudely exposed, which is as vulgar as an exhibitionist. It is useless except for its powerful strength. It can be called a freak of cost performance."

The bland tone, the biting comments can be described as venomous, and the expressionless insults create a contrast in image.

In a sense, it is also SSR-level material.

Irlu placed her palms on her chest, which was only slightly rising and falling.

There was no intonation in his voice, but for some reason he spoke with a sense of superiority.

"If I hadn't turned off my phone and entered sleep mode right after I got in the car."

"I'm afraid that because of the crude noise, I can't help but upgrade this steam train and improve the technology by several generations—"

The voice paused for a moment.

Yilu seemed to be really sorry and reluctantly turned her eyes away from the train.

He sighed and whispered, "But if that happens, my identity will be exposed, so I can't do that."

"Wow.....Soudoesne."

Chu Yan nodded in confusion, pretending that he understood.

Put it this way.

If we consider that Irlu also has supernatural powers...

Considering her talents and specialties, it seems very likely that she is related to mechanical creations.

That being the case.

This is probably a conflict between aesthetic schools, just like the stereotype that elves and dwarves have a bad relationship.

Chu Yan thought so.

He was very sensible and didn't say out loud that he actually thought steam trains were pretty cool.

He always feels.

If I say it now...I will probably be stared at all the way with a look that shows no emotion but inexplicably lost and unconvinced.

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This near-first-tier city is called Ruyun City.

Because it is close to the sea, there is a certain degree of maritime trade.

The streets are crowded with people, filled with all kinds of imported goods, and there are also some foreign tourists. It looks lively even on weekdays.

but.

This kind of cognition is just that of ordinary people within the "veil of normalcy".

For those who understand certain truths, there is another explanation for why cities near the sea have larger populations.

"Only where people live can there be conditions for fostering anomalous projects, and it is easier for some powerful mysteries to emerge."

"This is because... one of the basic materials that 'they' are generated from is a distorted perception of the world."

Slow, elegant, gentlemanly tone.

Sip the lukewarm black tea.

A half-familiar Chinese accent rang out from a corner of the open-air coffee shop.

"And the so-called 'abnormal' will naturally correspond to 'normal'." The man wearing a gentleman's polite headdress smiled elegantly and said:

"So, without the common people's understanding of normality..."

"Those are truly precious and elegant, and can be said to be the only real treasures in the entire twisted world."

"How will my beloved little cuties be born?"

Therefore.

In that vast ocean, as long as you don't get close to the open sea and don't come into contact with those ancient and huge mysteries, the cost of coastal transportation will be greatly reduced.

The population will naturally increase.

The gentleman in the top hat paused for a moment.

"Beautiful flowers need dirty soil to grow."

"This is the meaning of existence for ordinary people who know nothing and are unaware of their own patheticness even when they die."

He put down the tea and slowly looked at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him, with stubble on his face and a decadent expression.

He smiled and said, "Is my understanding accurate, Boss?"

Opposite him.

He had a thin face and was wearing a windbreaker. He looked like a homeless man, even his beard was unkempt.

In this high-end coffee shop, jazz music is playing in the background, the prices are petite bourgeois, and the only value of being expensive is that it is expensive.

His eyes seemed unfocused.

His movements were somewhat bold and casual - he lifted the takeaway can of Federal Coca-Cola on the table and drank the entire can in one gulp.

after that.

The bearded uncle burped in a very unpresentable manner, and laughed out loud with a look of enjoyment: "As expected, after traveling all the way to this city on a business trip, I have to have something strong and refreshing first to satisfy my appetite!"

He ignored the shop assistant next to him, who was staring at him with disgust and contempt, as if he was an uneducated homeless person on the street.

Look up and see the gentleman.

With a puzzled expression, he asked, "Huh? Sorry, did you just say something, Chase?"

Gentleman in top hat: “….”

Hello, are you polite?

But his always elegant character, even the wrinkles of his shirt would be carefully ironed, prevented him from losing his temper on the spot.

Or.

Under the shadow of his Victorian hat, his deep, dark eyes looked at the slovenly man in front of him.

There is always a hint of fear.

"...I think that you specially asked me to come to this city this time, it should not be just to entertain me, right?"

Chase took another sip of his tea.

To conceal the subtle intention in his eyes, he smiled elegantly and said, "It's rare for you, the boss of the internationally famous terrorist organization... Chaos."

"If he chooses to go out in person, that would be a major event that would alert all abnormal organizations and make them be on high alert."

From the shadow of politeness.

This man, who spoke with a Victorian accent, always remained elegant.

Looking around leisurely, I saw the bustling and prosperous city scene.

He smiled.

Said: "For us.....the little fights over the years are almost enough, right?"

"In my opinion, we should choose this city as the stage for our next turning point, and kill a few tens of thousands of people..."

"Let these pigs, immersed in peace and oblivious to the real terror, tear apart the film of normalcy in terror."

It was like a carefully packaged bomb.

Beneath his seemingly normal and expectant smile lies a cruel and violent deceitful nature.

"——Isn't this a perfect grand entrance?"

141-Countdown to the fireworks display

The sound of distant waves hitting the rocks surrounds the city like a lullaby.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the city, college students who had just started school had just finished their classes and were chatting and laughing as they walked along the alleys and streets.

I gradually lost myself in the constant calls of "goddaddy" from my new roommates, and shouted in a heroic manner that the Internet cafe would treat me to a meal, and with a wave of my hand, the five of us started off together.

The leaves gradually turn yellow as autumn approaches.

Some of them fell to the ground...and formed a small hill of leaves on the ground where no one swept the floor.

From this open-air cafe seat, jazz music echoes in the background.

Those piles of yellowed dead leaves.

——Just like a series of prepared earthen graves.

Chase, dressed in a gentleman's suit, was waiting for the man in front of him to answer.

Waiting for his true thoughts to be revealed in an instant after hearing his words.

But Chase was disappointed.

The middle-aged man in front of him had eyes that seemed to be permanently cloudy, and a sense of decadence always permeated his eyes, whether he was awake or drunk.

Like a shell burned to ashes...

Like a zombie walking in the desert relying only on instinct.

Even if I heard words like "Kill tens of thousands of people, let this city fall into fear, let those pigs understand what is real"...

The middle-aged man still had no reaction.

He casually picked up the complimentary biscuit on the table and took a bite - it was a complimentary dessert given by the store after Chase ordered black tea.

"Oh, good, very motivated!"

He said with a smile, and then sighed, "It's great to be young."

"When I was your age, I also had ideals and ambitions, and worked hard every day to accomplish something great and spectacular."

"What a pity. Now that I am old, I no longer have the drive I had when I was young. That is why I have to leave my goal to you crazy people who have gone astray... Oh, young people."

That look of reminiscing about the glorious past years.