Song Lan couldn't remember how long it had been since she had encountered a tea scam.
The reason why the tea scam has been eliminated by the times is that people nowadays do not have the habit of drinking tea, and their view of love is more straightforward. On average, it takes one morning to confirm the relationship, and by the evening the procedures may have been completed. Thinking about it this way, the relationship between him and Lu Xiang The relationship has been progressing quite slowly.
Fortunately, the young man's favorite girl did not adapt to local conditions and changed her grandfather's occupation to growing tea-flavored nutritional injections, allowing Song Lan to experience the beauty of the revival of literature and art again in 2167.
As the nominal head of the Anti-Fraud Section of the 17th District, Song Lan still reminded the young man by insinuations, but the young man was firm and claimed that the girl would never lie to him. They had video-recorded several times and were chatting with each other every day. Enjoy a better future.
So Song Lan did not continue this topic.
He has always respected the fate of others.
If you think about it on the bright side, if people from the seventh neutral country see that he is strong and proficient in various Internet surfing equipment, they may not directly hurt his waist.
The lively conversation on the bus was still going on, but the journey was peaceful. It was already late at night when the bus drove into the outer station of the seventh neutral country.
During this period, Lu Xiang called him once and discussed today's itinerary with him to ensure that no fresh human organs were sent to the black market after using the "Universal Invincible Heart-piercing Hand Knife".
Song Lan often does not need any tools when helping patients perform operations, which determines that he can help those in need at almost any time and anywhere.
The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. After getting out of the car, he was greeted by the cool evening breeze.
This climate characteristic is well reflected in "Monster Hunter". You take heat-resistant medicine in the morning and cold-resistant medicine at night.
Song Lan stood there, watching people with dreams of getting rich and members of the fraud gang chatting and laughing as they walked towards the hotel they kindly introduced. What a peaceful scene it was.
He had no intention of staying one more night at the inn.
Based on his understanding of the fraud gang, they would probably operate at night, calling the thugs entrenched in the local group, and taking their new good friends to a better place while they were sleeping.
For Song Lan, he just wants to continue to maintain the records he has set along the way - as of now, he has not encountered any beating or killing incidents for more than 12 hours!
He felt that this was all because Lu Xiang kept chanting the words "broom star" in his ears every day, so that now there were no good people in his eyes. This caused a subtle change in Song Lan's mentality. , anyone whose identity cannot be determined will be deemed a criminal.
The young man was the last to leave.
Thinking he had seen through everything, he went in the opposite direction.
Before setting off, he had already discussed it with the girl he liked. The girl said that the situation in the Seventh Neutralian Country was now in chaos, and she was afraid that something might happen to him on the way, so she found a bed and breakfast for him at the border post through family connections, which was absolutely safe and reliable.
When everyone's backs disappeared into the depths of the night, Song Lan was about to embark on her journey.
In view of the bad reputation brought by the resistance, no one was willing to leave the car at this time, so he had to think of a way to contact an old friend he had not seen for a long time.
The old friend readily agreed to give him a ride to the Seventh Neutral Country and said he would wait for him three kilometers away from the inn.
When Song Lan arrived at the agreed place, this old friend was already waiting there.
In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, it hid half of its body in the sand. When it saw Song Lan coming from a distance, it greeted Song Lan enthusiastically with the short tentacles in front of its mouth and motioned for the other party to climb up. own back.
If nothing else happens, they will be able to reach the border city of the Seventh Neutral Country before dawn tomorrow.
Even after being away from home for so long, his Death Crab friends are still trustworthy.
They are not interested in human organs such as kidneys, hearts, and livers, and they will never trick anyone into working illegally in the depths of the desert. This is what Song Lan has always said is a pure friendship without any benefit transfer.
During the journey, the Death Crab also mentioned to him some recent experiences of the tribe.
A large number of unidentified foreign aberrant creatures appeared in this desert. Under their impact, some weak ethnic groups were annihilated. In the past month or so, the death crab group and the alien aberrant creatures have successively carried out numerous battles. There were wars of various sizes. Although they defended their nests, many members of the tribe were seriously injured in the war.
The most troublesome thing about those aberrant creatures is their unparalleled regeneration ability. Although their individual combat effectiveness is not strong, no matter how serious the injury is, they can heal in a short time.
The sages in the ethnic group believe that the turmoil in the Seventh Neutral Kingdom is inseparable from these foreign aberrant creatures.
And it is one of the most heroic warriors in the tribe. When Song Lan contacted it via "phone", this royal guard was patrolling the outside.
"Hey, you should be off duty now, are you okay?"
"fine."
The calm and powerful voice of the Death Crab appeared in Song Lan's mind, "You are a precious guest of the clan. Since the last time we said goodbye, Lord Sage has always wanted to have more in-depth communication with you."
This actually made Song Lan a little embarrassed.
From the mouths of the Death Crab Royal Guards, he learned that their group was much larger than he imagined. There were branches of them in almost every desert area, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as desert overlords.
The reason why the sage is very interested in him is that the tribe found that after the last contact, the tribes in the peripheral areas of the 17th District seemed to have suddenly awakened, and their intelligence and natural power had been greatly improved, and even Some Death Crabs have gained the ability to communicate with other groups.
Some insects that went out from District 17 told them that the messenger of the gods was located under the garbage dump in District 17, and most of the changes that happened to them were blessed by the God of Harvest.
The hornworm tribe also received similar blessings and completed evolution, and now they have become the queen's most effective assistants.
The sage kept these conversations in mind, hoping to meet the God of Harvest.
And on this night, the Death Crab Royal Guard saw the power of the God of Harvest. During the conversation with the God of Harvest, it felt that its spiritual intelligence and control of natural forces had increased to varying degrees.
"There is still a friend waiting for me in the Seventh Neutral Country. I can't go to see your sage for the time being."
Dawn is approaching, and the outline of the border city gradually emerges in the distance.
"It doesn't matter, at least we proved that the God of Harvest is real."
The Death Crab Royal Guard did not insist, "Perhaps in the near future, we will send envoys to District 17 to pay homage to the miracle you created."
"welcome."
Song Lan thought for a moment and then said, "Although I can't visit your tribe, you can take this back to your tribe. If the aberrant creatures cause trouble again, you may be able to use it."
After all, the Death Crab Royal Guards had worked so hard to carry him all the way, and their group had encountered threats again, so Song Lan felt a little sorry to leave like this.
He opened the suitcase on the death crab's carapace, and after groping for a moment, he found an object that looked most like a weapon.
A black umbrella.
Don't underestimate the umbrella. It once became a magic weapon in the hands of middle school teenagers.
When I was a student, every umbrella had the name of a peerless magic weapon.
"This is……"
It once again experienced the miracle of the harvest god at close range.
The moment Song Lan grasped the black umbrella, the dark light instantly enveloped it, and unimaginable destructive energy surged into it, as if it could swallow up everything in the world.
"'Frostmourne +15', this should be enough to protect your tribe."
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"Hey, have you heard? Another ruthless character appeared yesterday!"
"Are they the cadres of that resistance army again?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure it's more grand than before. Someone saw that it was the Death Crab that sent him here!"
"Could it be...a 'rat'?"
When the early morning light shines on the border city, local discussions have already begun.
One of the older men put forward what he thought was the most credible reasoning, "The second-in-command of the Eschenweg Army is called 'Rat'. This name sounds related to animals. Maybe his ability is to dominate." Control mutant creatures!”
"Listen to the sound of everything?"
"Yes, that's it. No one said that if he didn't follow Eschenweg but went it alone, there might be another resistance leader!"
Thanks to the reputation of "Rat", the long-term structure of the resistance was broken. Eschenweg became the first wanted criminal with a bounty of over 100 million. His reputation for allegedly defeating the six-star rescuer made him even more famous. Named "The Strongest Man in the World".
If people are talking about you at breakfast, you're really famous.
That's what happened to Mr. Rat.
Regarding the continuous influx of rebels from the seventh neutral country, the locals' emotions are stable. Different from the propaganda of the coalition government, the rebels will not actually leave no grass growing where they go. On the contrary, they can make the local criminal groups restrain themselves a little. Border cities have become much safer recently.
After all, a crime syndicate meeting a rebel force is no different than a gangster meeting a warlord.
Immediately afterwards, someone was surprised to discover the difference in today's breakfast.
"Forget about the 'rat', he won't stay here much anyway. Didn't you notice just now? Why is the breakfast in this restaurant so delicious today?"
"Huh? If you put it that way, it tastes 131.27 times better than usual!"
…
Song Lan didn't know where the 131.27 times came from. He raised his head and glared at the store manager.
The name of this breakfast shop was "Laoxu Shengjian". After contacting him by phone, he finally met one of his old friends' businesses in a neutral country.
When he first arrived at the store, the fried food shop hadn't opened yet, and "Nihility" proudly told him that his trip to District 4 was not in vain, and he had learned a lot about the essence of snacks from the food court.
A basket of fried fish came out of the oven, and under the confident gaze of "Nothing", Song Lan took a bite.
The skin is raw, as hard as chewing plastic, and the fillings inside are seasoned to a weird level. "Void" claims that the ingredients he uses are not synthetic ingredients, but genuine good meat, but Song Lan really can't figure it out. How on earth did he make the meat taste like sand.
After one bite, the taste of plastic and sand occupied his taste buds, allowing Song Lan to appreciate the customs and customs of this desert oasis.
If we evaluate the craftsmanship of "Nihility" from an objective point of view, it would be that the heron would cook three dishes and one soup for you all night long after eating it.
He came all the way to the Seventh Neutral Country to visit friends, not to suffer.
And "Nothingness" once again showed his tricky side.
He did not ask for a job as a chef to help run the store, but instead asked expectantly how the improved version of pan-fried pancakes tasted.
If Song Lan didn't temporarily assume the role of chef, he would be constantly bombarded with plastic and sand in the next few days.
"Hmph, you barely win this time."
After receiving the customer's feedback, "Nihility" crossed his arms, as if there was a close match in the store just now. In the end, he made one move and lost the match with only a slight disadvantage.
But in fact, Song Lan was already preparing to report Laoxu Shengjian's despicable act of wasting food to the border city authorities.
"Oh? Is this the new chef you hired?"
The customers seemed to be very familiar with "Nothingness" and half-jokingly said, "You'd better not go into the kitchen in the future and just entertain the guests outside."
"This guy used to work in a high-end restaurant in the coalition government. I spent a lot of effort to lure him here."
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the store suddenly became quiet.
The customers looked at each other, as if they were hesitant to speak.
"Nothingness" successfully silenced the store with one sentence, and the customers no longer regarded the resistance cadres as something to talk about after dinner, but as people who finished their meals in a hurry and left the store one after another.
Only the elderly customer who took the initiative to talk to "Void" stayed. Seeing everyone leaving, he walked over, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't talk about this anywhere. Don’t let the Skeleton Gang know that he is from the coalition government, you have to keep an eye on him.”
After the customer left, Song Lan had a dark face, holding a frying spoon in one hand, and punched "Void" in the head if he disagreed with her, and asked, "What does this Skeleton Gang do?"
"Local gangs have some relationship with the black market."
"Do they hate the Coalition people?"
"I don't know. I have never dealt with them. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have stayed in a place like this."
"You started the trouble, so you just tell me what to do, right?"
"Don't worry."
"Nothingness" became excited instead, "I have never been in trouble by a gangster before. This is a rare experience!"
Two hundred and fifty-one of the small theaters:
A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Saturday, in the morning
"Bai Zhu, how on earth do you become a group manager?"
Song Lan seriously suspected that the top management of the insect swarm had been infiltrated. The old members headed by Bai Zhu had been infiltrated by Tzeentch, and each of them began to stir up trouble within the insect swarm.
He just took a nap, and the Kua Kua group turned into a gathering place for anti-fans.
After checking the records, it turned out that basically all the people were brought in by Baizhu.
"Think of the bright side in everything. When the time comes, tell Lu Xiang that you deliberately brought these black fans together and killed them all. This is a great achievement, and the council has not asked her to thoroughly investigate the inter-department relations recently. Is it a fishing culture? All of these people are fishing enthusiasts, and no one who catches ten at random is innocent."
Song Lan was already persuaded, but Bai Zhu's last words made him give up the idea of reporting the group members to Lu Xiang.
Another identity of these anti-fans is members of the Fishing Association!
The reason why they gather here is to unite and overcome the difficulties of this thorough investigation.
As the publicity ambassador of the Fishing Association, how could Song Lan hand over the list of these newcomers to Lu Xiang?
This will make them lose confidence in the Fishing Association from now on!
"Bai Zhu, with your skills, is it possible to hide it from Lao Lu, at least so that she cannot discover the existence of this group before the thorough investigation is completed?"
"Concealing and not reporting crimes will get a bonus." Bai Zhu said leisurely, "And she has the "Sea of Souls". The tricks of a little hacker like me can be seen through at a glance."
"Don't forget, you are also responsible for this."
"Ok, I know."
Bai Zhu remained calm, "But Lu Xiang is not interested in me."
(End of chapter)
