As night fell, Song Lan and others sat in front of a strong bonfire, as if time had returned to more than a hundred years ago.
Rosalie heard from the old people that after the third war, when the people hiding in the shelter returned to the surface, they were greeted by a devastated world.
Drought, radiation, and disease, every second spent on the surface will bring a huge load on their lives, but even so, the residents of the shelter still firmly return to the surface, the world that originally belonged to them .
During the construction of their homes, people at that time would always light a campfire, get a box of wine and canned food, and imagine what their home would look like in the future, just like now, after a busy day.
Rosalie was born in one of the poorest villages in the "outside world", which was also the most chaotic and disorderly era in the "outside world".
The infamous gold rush brought countless bandits, and the village she lived in was burned down. In the process of being sold as an item to the oasis, a team of rebels killed the bandits, saving her from a tragic fate. Rescued.
Since then, she has stayed in the ranks of the resistance and followed them in their actions.
Until the leader of this army died in a war, the others followed the leader's will and passed the leader's position to her, who had the most outstanding psychic talent.
But in fact, Rosalie didn't want to be the leader of the resistance, let alone bear the heavy title of "Pluto".
She just wants to stay in the card hall as usual and gather a group of chess and card lovers to play cards happily.
Whenever the leader saw this scene, he couldn't help but lift her by the collar and scold her in a tone of hatred for not being ambitious. She had such a talent but was addicted to chess and card games all day long. It was really a waste of natural resources.
Rosalie still remembers being in the card room when the bad news came.
The two pieces of bad news combined knocked her head out and kept her awake all day.
Perhaps because of her childhood experience, Rosalie had a natural affinity for the title "God of Harvest." When she was a child, people in the village always prayed to the God of Harvest to protect them.
But now, Song Lan, who was called the God of Harvest by the Death Crab, had truly appeared in front of her.
But the story the other person told disappoints Rosalie.
The title of the God of Harvest actually comes from a plate of egg fried rice. During the period when the hornworms in District 17 were awakening to wisdom, egg fried rice was an important strategic material for them. Therefore, Song Lan, who knew how to cook egg fried rice, was a natural member of the hornworm clan. He became the god of harvest they believed in.
As the Hornworm Clan grew, they spread the legend of the God of Harvest to places outside District 17, making different groups of mutant creatures aware of the God of Harvest, and the Death Crab was one of them.
Although the story has twists and turns and sounds interesting, it is far from the harvest god Rosalie imagined.
The "outside world" has a harsh climate all year round. In people's imagination, the God of Harvest can plant trees and forests at will, attract rainfall, and rejuvenate the barren land.
"It's still the same."
After hearing the origin of the God of Harvest, "Nothingness" commented, "It seems that she has taken a lot of blame for you."
As an insider, he felt that the most ridiculous part of this story was that the identities of Song Lan and that old friend were swapped.
Song Lan became the god of harvest praised by mutated creatures, while Lu Xiang became the iron-blooded and brutal master of the insect swarm.
This is simply black humor.
"I don't think so."
Of course Song Lan refused to admit it.
After all, Lu Xiang even pulled out his gun at that time, which cast an indelible shadow on the young mind of the king insect with the gun pressed against his head.
And in his interactions with the swarms and Devourers, he has always played the role of a good old man.
The animals' opinions of him were as stable as those of his colleagues in the law enforcement department.
After that, he calmly brought the topic to the right track, "Now we are all friends. Since you already know that I am the law enforcer of District 17, there are some things that you can no longer hide. Why are you doing this this time?" Are you going to mobilize all the troops to come to the oasis?"
Song Lan felt that since coming to the Oasis, his ambition has become much stronger.
He actually inquired about the movements of the rebels like a real law enforcer, caring about the safety of the citizens of District 17.
The council suspected that the rebels were gathering together and preparing to start a war.
News of the destruction of Districts 1, 2, and 4 spread like wildfire, making various resistance forces realize that the current coalition government was at the end of its strength, and it made sense to take advantage of the opportunity to take action.
"Are you worried that we are united and launching an attack on the coalition government?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
"Those are all old ideas from the past. The resistance army has to keep pace with the times."
Rosalie put her hands on the ground and looked up at the stars.
Let the flame of resistance burn vigorously in every corner of the coalition government. This is indeed the slogan put forward by the previous leader.
Today, this loud slogan has changed to "let people everywhere feel the beauty of chess and card games." Compared with bloodshed, killings, and corpses on the ground, Rosalie feels that this can at least bring " "People outside" have some joy.
Beyond that, they can't do much.
"The former leader once had a dream, which was to climb to the roof of the company building, install a miniature tactical nuclear bomb on it, and then watch the explosion as fireworks."
Rosalie shrugged, "Someone has already done this on his behalf. First, someone blew up the Tesla Technology building, and then someone destroyed Area 1, Area 2, and Area 4. But what was the result? The coalition government is still the same coalition government, and as far as I know, nothing has changed about the company or the council."
Even before his death, the former leader never imagined that someone could cause such large-scale destruction in the core city of the coalition government.
"Now that everyone is friends." Rosalie imitated Song Lan's tone just now, "The resistance is at best adding fuel to the changes that are coming. We can't do anything about those people who are unwilling to make changes. Therefore, it is better to teach them about chess and card games, so that they can have poker friends all over the world. Although there are many hardships, at least they can enjoy themselves in time."
"Nothingness" sat opposite Rosalie. He looked at the young girl's beautiful face through the flickering light of the campfire, and for a moment he had an illusion - he thought he saw two Song Lans.
This is clearly a conversation between two Song Lans!
This girl hadn't even started studying with Song Lan yet, but she had already learned everything from his way of thinking.
"You two will definitely be able to chat."
He had to give up the idea of becoming Rosalie's mentor.
Rosalie smiled slightly, "Don't worry, we have never had the idea of attacking the coalition government. The reason why we gathered here is because we received a signal for help."
"Signal for help?"
"The coalition government should also be aware that the number of 'outside' psychics has increased significantly in the past ten years. For this reason, they have put many resources of research institutions in the allied countries, with the purpose of Psychic people tricked the coalition government."
The people of the Covenant countries were just too easy to fool.
As long as a fee is paid to their families and a few pies are drawn for them, children from ordinary families will rush to the coalition government.
At present, "going to school and making money" has become a trend in many areas.
"We suspect that this is related to the 'Whisper'. At present, every leader of the resistance army has more or less heard the 'Whisper' and coming to the oasis is the message it conveyed to us."
But after all, the rebels are not a rigorous research institution. They still don't know where the "whispers" come from and what the purpose of calling them is.
Even what she just said was only discovered after everyone sat together during the resistance rally some time ago.
"If gods really exist and have given us their power, I would really like to meet him. By the way, do you know which god is mentioned the most in the 'outside world'?"
"God of life?"
"Huh? You're quite sharp."
Rosalie gave Song Lan an approving look, "Yes, it is the God of Life. Legends about Him have been left in different regions. The discovery of the Chamber of Commerce in the ruins is just one of them. I think this is mostly from the 'outside world' Caused by the harsh living environment.”
She had heard a theory that gods were created by humans.
His image and ability will respond to the expectations of the creators, and the "outside" people who struggle with the harsh living environment all day long long for the blessing of the God of life deep in their hearts.
"What about you? Do you believe it?"
Song Lan asked curiously.
"I believed it when I was a child, but now I am an atheist. Many miracles are probably the work of powerful psychics. The more people spread them, the more they become miracles."
"That's right."
This answer made him nod with relief, "You have to stick to your current thinking. There are no gods in this world, and you have to control your destiny in your own hands."
"...I always feel that there is something in your words."
Rosalie yawned, stretched, and quickly put the incident behind her.
She didn't like to worry about herself. Regardless of whether gods existed or not, it was not her turn to worry about it. Theists and atheists had been fighting for a century, and she didn't want to be involved in such a battlefield.
Then her eyes were drawn to the object on her finger.
A palm-sized crab caught her index finger with its pincers.
"ah--!"
The leader of the dignified resistance army screamed like a little girl after being stunned for a few seconds by the felon who had a bounty of 89 million from the coalition government.
At this moment, she completely forgot about her psychic powers, and shook her arms desperately, back and forth several times before throwing the crab away.
She made sure again and again that her fingers were not bleeding from being pinched by crabs, and then she patted her chest with lingering fear.
"Don't be nervous. This is a newborn Death Crab cub. It doesn't mean any harm."
Song Lan, who inherited the will of a naturalist, said quickly.
But his current state was not at all convincing to Rosalie.
"If it hurts, just scream."
Rosalie's eyes were full of apologies. The crab thrown out by her conditioned reflex drew a beautiful arc in mid-air. In order to ensure the balance of the body, it clamped everything it could reach.
Among them was Song Lan's nose.
"sorry!"
She interpreted Song Lan's explanation as a way of self-comfort, or to cover up the embarrassment of having her nose pinched by a crab.
"it is true."
Song Lan spread out her hands to catch the fallen baby death crab, "It just wanted to say hello to you and didn't use any force."
"Can you understand the Death Crab's language?"
Rosalie has no activation ability. The body of the young Death Crab carries its own soul. The Death Crab is usually a group of quiet creatures and will only emit deafening screams when fighting with enemies.
She didn't hear any sound from the Death Crab, but Song Lan already understood what it wanted to convey.
"It's a long story. Every naturalist can learn how to communicate with animals."
The "language" Song Lan refers to is psychic energy.
As long as you enter the hearts of mutated creatures through spiritual energy, you can understand their thoughts, "Just like it, it is here to move rescue soldiers. Their group is facing a huge threat, and they want your Death Crab Captain to go back..." trip."
"What happened?"
Rosalie came forward and looked at the little guy in Song Lan's palm.
The young Death Crab's flexed and extended pincers kept gesticulating towards her. Half a minute passed, and she finally understood something.
She is not a naturalist, and she may never be able to understand the language of animals in this life.
Fortunately, she now has an off-site aid target beside her, "What does it want to say?"
"The great sage predicted that a group of bad guys are eyeing the artifacts enshrined in the tribe. Once the artifacts fall into the hands of the enemy, the consequences will be disastrous. They are likely to use the power of the artifacts to bring disaster to the oasis. They must be stopped!"
The language mastered by naturalists is much more convenient than the too brief communication method during soul transformation.
However, this brings a new problem.
"Artifact? What artifact?"
Rosalie looked confused. She had never heard that the Death Crab clan still stored artifacts. The big guys mentioned that their daily life was very simple. When they were not hunting, they would lurk in the depths of the desert and take a nap. In just a few days, more than 80% of the members of the tribe were otakus.
Song Lan acted as a translator in a decent manner. He gently poked the soft shell on the back of the young death crab and asked, "She asked you what artifact it was."
Hearing this, the young Death Crab gestured at the two of them with its pincers again.
However, this time, Song Lan did not translate.
Rosalie noticed the awkward expression on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak.
"What does it say?"
"Well, let's face it, it's actually a bit complicated..."
"'Frostmourne +15'? What is this?"
Before Song Lan could finish the story, "Nothingness" blurted out.
He also imitated Song Lan's method and tried to get into the heart of the young Death Crab.
Then he heard something so outrageous.
He asked reluctantly, "Why would a group of crabs have such a thing?"
Two hundred and sixty-seven of the small theater:
A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Monday, late at night
Mosquito's ignorance of Guan Lili aroused her curiosity, or people in her industry have strong curiosity. She secretly took out her mobile phone, and the time on the screen showed that it was 2:05 in the morning. .
It was the dead of night, and even the little night owl, Yelu, fell asleep peacefully.
Guan Lili turned on the lighting function of her mobile phone, followed the jet-like sound, followed the flight path of the mosquito, and tiptoed towards Song Lan and Lu Xiang's bedroom.
With the help of the light from her mobile phone, she saw an unforgettable scene in her life.
This huge mosquito split in front of her and turned into three!
The soaring voice seemed to arouse the fear of someone in the quilt, making him move closer to Lu Xiang.
At this time, Song Lan must have been fast asleep.
Guan Lili just observed the mosquito's attack route through the crack in the door.
A minute passed, and she was surprised to find that the three separated mosquitoes did not attack, but simply circled around the bed, making a "buzzing" sound.
This is really suspicious.
But the next moment, Guan Lili's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Because she found that Lu Xiang was still awake.
Lu Xiang completely ignored the mosquitoes and let them fly around.
Through the raised traces of the quilt, it is not difficult to see that her hands are holding something.
Combined with Lu Xiang's previous remarks that she doesn't hate mosquitoes...
"Buzz buzz-"
This time it was Guan Lili's cell phone that rang.
The sender is Lu Xiang.
There is only one line above:
"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business"
(End of chapter)
