"Ahem - can we reconcile?"
In the office of the "Garbage Treatment Plant", a man in a white coat was lying on the ground. His flexed and stretched right hand was as dry as straw, and the veins of blood vessels were clearly visible on the back of his hand.
This veteran body artist no longer has the calmness and elegance of the past. At this moment, every breath he takes consumes his physical strength, allowing the man to clearly feel that his life is passing away little by little.
He could feel that his body was aging rapidly, and all of this was caused by the person in front of him.
"I have money, lots and lots of money, as long as you can restore me to my original state..."
"Why are you looking for Lu Xiang?"
Song Lan ignored the man's bargaining and asked.
"Can what I tell you change my life?"
the man asked quickly.
"No, although this won't save you a life, it will allow you to easily walk on the road to hell. Scarface shouldn't have gone far yet. You can go with him now."
"Go, go to hell! The Brotherhood will not let you go!"
The man's expression changed and he said the same cruel words as Scarface. But in fact, even the man himself knew that these cruel words could not deter the other party. This time, the Brotherhood could no longer be their solid backing. .
It's just that he didn't understand why the other party was wasting his time and asking so many questions since he decided to kill him from the beginning.
Is this guy so stupid that he thinks he would betray the Brotherhood even though he knew he was going to die?
"No one dares to betray the Brotherhood in Oasis City."
The man who had decided to die once again opened his eyes in horror and struggled to raise his head, as if he wanted to imprint this face into his pupils forever.
The uninvited guest in front of him saw through his heart and directly said what he was thinking.
"The Brotherhood knows your family's address. Once they know you betrayed them, everyone important to you will die on the streets."
Song Lan decided to be considerate of the man in front of him. If he died heroically in his own hands, the Brotherhood would pay his family a pension. Coupled with the man's savings over the years, it should be enough for his family. Live the rest of your life.
The premise is that they are not targeted by their enemies.
"As a practical gift, I will answer your doubts just now."
Song Lan said, "Reading a person's memory is like flipping through a book. Reading from the beginning consumes too much unnecessary time."
Especially as the man in charge of the "garbage treatment plant", he has a large number of pictures that are harmful to physical and mental health in his mind. He does not want to find the information he needs among countless restricted pictures. "The moment you hear the question, Your subconscious mind will unfold for me the title page that records the answer.”
The two looked at each other like this.
"Yes, just as you are thinking at the moment, whether you answer or not, I have already got the answer. The archaeologist was sent to the capital of the oasis. It is really amazing. The God of Life actually predicted a seventeenth district. People’s names.”
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"Why am I not surprised at all?"
"Nothingness" glanced at the lifeless man and said casually.
Their old friend mentioned Lu Xiang's name in the omen, which was really "wonderful".
Omens are their usual means of transmitting information to believers, and it is also one of Song Lan's contributions to the upper world. The traditional "whispering" method of transmitting instructions is too inefficient, and because many existences in the upper world are reserved and want to maintain The sense of mystery caused many instructions to be misinterpreted.
In order to avoid misunderstandings, "scientist" Song Lan proposed a method of conveying information and instructions through pictures and texts.
In the eyes of believers, omens are destiny.
And now, the omen delivered by their old friend actually "coincidentally" pointed to the head of the 17th District law enforcer who supposedly had never met her.
Recently, "Nothingness" feels that it has encountered too many "coincidences".
"Your girlfriend never mentioned her past to you?"
This is not the first time Song Lan has heard this question.
The last person who asked him this question was Mr. Dorag-Saffron. Unfortunately, Mr. Dorag died young before he could get the answer to this question.
Almost everything in Lu Xiang's past was recorded in Daystar College. The last time they returned to school, Lu Xiang told him that she had been in the college since the day she could remember.
The dean only vaguely mentioned her identity as a war orphan.
"The Brotherhood is trying to study this power, and it's going to be fun soon."
"Nothingness" gloated and patted Song Lan on the shoulder, "I understand you, sometimes memory is not necessarily a good thing."
He was suddenly curious. If their old friend was reminded that someone had burned down their house and destroyed everyone's home, would he be so angry that the culprit would kneel on the washboard?
Thinking about it this way, the mood of "Nothingness" was much more balanced because all the scenes were taken away by Song Lan alone.
As long as he could watch Song Lan accept the punishment, he would be satisfied.
"Go back and pack your things and prepare to leave for the capital of the oasis."
When "Nothingness" spoke, Song Lan couldn't help but picture Lu Xiang's angry appearance in her mind, and she suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Lao Lu is good at everything except holding grudges.
Moreover, the methods of retaliation are varied and difficult to guard against.
The memory of the person in charge of the "Garbage Treatment Plant" stores the results of their research on the archaeologists.
They once sent the archaeologist into the operating cabin and conducted more than a dozen cutting experiments on her, but in the end all the results proved that no matter how serious the injury was and what changes had occurred to her body, she could eventually Recover as before.
Not only that, she can also use the power of creating life on others. On the first night she was sent, she caused a haunting incident in the "garbage treatment plant".
The discarded "cargo" that had been dismantled and thrown into the garbage station suddenly came to life. The running limbs and broken arms staged a great escape in the base. There are still more than a dozen arms and thighs missing. Some people suspected that they escaped into the ventilation duct. After the search robot they put in was attacked and destroyed in the ventilation duct, no one dared to go in to search for the escaped limbs.
And just when the two were about to set off, another group of people volunteered to join them.
"We also want to go to the capital of the oasis, can you give us a ride?"
William finally found the right opportunity and intervened in the conversation between the two. As he spoke, he motioned to the crew members and dragged the knocked-out bodyguard into the room.
When the bodyguards were concentrating on operating the security system, they finally found an opportunity and gave the other party a sap blow on the back of the head, which was considered a strong breath of bad breath.
After some discussion, they finally gave up the plan of throwing the bodyguard into the operating cabin and letting him suffer the consequences. There were two choices before them.
Take advantage of the chaos to escape and stay away from Root City. As long as they can return to District 17, they will be safe.
This seemed to be the safest approach, but after experiencing all kinds of hardships, William suddenly felt a strong sense of mission.
He wanted to expose the true face of the Oasis and the Brotherhood, and warned the young people in District 17 who harbored dreams of getting rich not to lose their lives in vain because of their enthusiasm.
The methods of the Brotherhood are much more terrifying than those of the gang members in the past.
Now, such an opportunity is before them. If they can follow the two people, their safety will be guaranteed.
"This person is also a member of the 'Garbage Treatment Plant', and we also want to make some contributions to District 17."
"Do you want to contribute to District 17?"
"My name is William, and I'm the announcer for Dead Man's Lotto."
"I know you guys."
He was called out by Lu Xiang at the city-wide meeting, and even he, who was listening to Dead Man Lottery at home, was criticized.
Lu Xiang hopes that he can listen to some positive programs full of positive energy.
"Really? But now we have changed our appearance. After deep reflection, we found that public welfare is the cause we should devote ourselves to. If we can expose the evil deeds of the Brotherhood, we can save many families in the 17th District. !”
"Very good, District 17 needs talents like you now!"
Hearing this, even William himself was stunned.
They were ready to use his sharp tongue, but they didn't expect that the other party would agree to their colleague's request so easily.
It seems that the "enthusiastic citizens" really care about District 17 as rumored.
What William didn't know was that when he appeared, Song Lan also had a small calculation in mind.
Lu Xiang's revenge is certainly terrible, but what if he cares about District 17 and doesn't forget to reveal the true face of the Brotherhood when he goes out to visit friends to prevent more people in District 17 from being deceived?
As the head of the Publicity Section, he should be regarded as having dedicated his life to the anti-fraud cause in District 17, right?
If we look at it more broadly, all this is for the big family of District 17. As their publicity slogan says, District 17 will always be your home.
According to Princess Lieyang, honorary visitor and sponsor of District 17, whenever she hears this promotion, she feels warm in her heart.
Although he did destroy a home, he now helped to build a new home. The merits and demerits were balanced, and Lu Xiang naturally no longer had to pursue those dusty past events.
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Late night, District 7, Daystar College.
After a long day of meetings, the dean left the staff conference room and walked alone on the forest path of the college.
So much has happened in the coalition since Isabel dropped out.
The destruction of the Iris Consortium's castle, the turmoil in the first district, and now the entire fourth district has been annihilated. People in the core city are panicked, fearing that the next disaster will befall them.
But in fact, all this has already been foreshadowed.
The moon and stars were sparse tonight. The dean raised his head and stared at the stars.
This reminded him of a night several years ago, when he also finished a meeting and strolled through this green path on campus.
But the sky that night was different from today.
In addition to the bright moon and stars, there is also...
"What did you see, Dean?"
The familiar voice made him stop, and the figure emerging from the shadows made his heart rise in his throat.
After a long time, the dean said, "Classmate Lu Xiang, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back?"
He calmed himself down as much as possible, even though somewhere in his heart, he had expected this day to come.
Children will grow up one day.
They have witnessed the growth of countless children, watched them graduate, join companies or serve in the public service of the coalition government, and become a cog in the maintenance of this country.
But someone is destined to be different.
The outstanding graduate of Daystar in front of me is one of them.
"Several years ago today, an accident occurred in Daystar."
Lu Xiang said, "About this time, an undetected meteorite broke through the atmosphere and appeared over Daystar College. This sudden accident destroyed a teaching building, but fortunately there were no casualties. After the accident , the college’s board of directors completely blocked the news until today.”
This is a version of the story that Lu Xiang had never heard during his school days.
With the help of the "Sea of Souls", she found this hidden corner in the rich history of Daystar Academy.
Before returning to District 17, Lu Xiang temporarily changed his ticket.
In the version of the story the dean told her, her parents were elite members of the coalition government's overseas mission department and died in an operation against the rebels. Her parents' colleagues followed their will and sent her to Daystar College. .
As a result, she spent almost the first half of her life in the academy.
"It seems that you have grown a lot in District 17, classmate Lu Xiang... Although I don't know how you found the accident records, the information you saw is not accurate."
"Um?"
"When the meteorite fell, many students were still in the teaching building, preparing for the upcoming College Cup."
Among those students were many children of big families and company executives. He rushed to the scene as soon as he got the news. When he arrived, the entire teaching building was turned into ruins, and the remains of the building were scattered everywhere. All, what appeared in front of him was a huge pit of more than ten meters.
Regardless of the obstruction, he personally led the search and rescue team all the way down the pit.
"I saw trees, unknown species that had never been recorded."
To this day, the miraculous scene is still vivid in my mind.
The intertwined branches opened up a space in the ruins. When they arrived, the students had fallen into a coma. They closed their eyes and were hung on the branches like fruits.
It looked like a sacred and ancient ritual.
And this vegetation, which has never been recorded before, is delivering nutrients to the suspended students, and the wounds on their bodies are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Your intuition is not wrong. What you said about the expatriate department is indeed a lie."
The dean sighed.
Although he decided to bury everything at that time, there is no airtight wall in this world. He might have expected that the moment Lu Xiang returned to school, the gears of fate would start turning again.
"In addition to the vegetation, classmate Lu Xiang... we also found you deep in the ruins."
Two hundred and fifty-eight of the small theaters:
Monday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, afternoon
After the lunch break, Song Lan got away from Guan Lili on the grounds of a department meeting and slipped into Lu Xiang's office.
"How did your interview go?"
Lu Xiang was facing a thick pile of documents on her desk, and now she was reaping the consequences.
She was bribed too many times by Song Lan some time ago, which caused her to slack off at work. When she sorted out the files today, she realized that there was so much unprocessed work.
Lu Xiang, who had a strong sense of responsibility, could not ignore work documents like Song Lan and spent the whole morning processing documents.
"Guan Lili is really haunted. Lao Lu, please help me think of a solution."
"If I understand correctly..."
Lu Xiang yawned, "You go to work and fish for yourself, and you don't want me to work hard."
"They are already mature working documents. They should learn to deal with themselves. If it doesn't work, just roll the dice and decide."
"No more dice. I'm already giving you a wide berth without dragging you over to help me handle the documents."
"Lao Lu, you really don't come to help me?"
"Not coming."
"I know you're busy, but what if I make you griddle potatoes tonight?"
"Click——"
Guan Lili poked her head in from the door and deliberately turned the shutter sound very loud. She said enthusiastically, "I got first-hand information, the moment when the interests of senior officials of the coalition government were transferred! By the way, I also want to eat fried potatoes tonight." .”
"Guan Lili, you came just in time."
Lu Xiang glanced at her and pointed to the chair next to him, "Come here, don't you want to investigate the lives of civil servants in the coalition government? This stack of documents is yours."
