It's afternoon.
Gongsun Ce had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He decided to go home and read the letter first, and then naturally find the painter to solve the mystery.
Shigurei's heart was ashen and at a loss. Not knowing what to do, he dragged his tired body back home.
Thanks to Qiluo's enlightenment, the lovelorn duo felt better.
Qin Qianbai parted ways with the other two at the door. She planned to buy a small gift for her neighbor and apologize together in the evening. Qiluo wanted to follow, but Cardesia considerately held her back. She decided to take a stroll before sending Qiluo back, and the two of them headed to the central area.
At this point, the five people in the small community just separated.
Is this a coincidence? No, friends don’t have to stay together all day. As for where each of them will go, it is not necessarily the result of careful consideration: no one will live his life as a strategy game so that he thinks for a long time before making every decision.
In daily life, people often adopt a casual "impulsive" attitude toward unimportant decisions and are easily affected by external information: they hear a catchy advertising song and decide to order the food in the advertisement; When I saw the advice on TV, I planned to give it a try... These are all accidental cases. More often, the useless information obtained from the environment will be filtered and deleted by the brain, just like when people are on the road, they will not Keep in mind all the conversations of passers-by.
However, the redundant information that remains after being processed by the brain also occupies a part of the memory...a very small part. Hidden, hard to detect, but still there.
·
Someone is thinking about their next move.
The dragons are all in bad shape. The twisted minds and the environment of this city make them brave and fearless in battle, but cowardly and indecisive in small matters.
The children who failed to escape one after another were frightened and confused. This emotion will be transmitted to bystanders who have nothing to do with the "prison break" through their actions, exaggerating an uneasy atmosphere. It doesn’t need to be much…just cover a few areas.
Mr. Xuanzhi in Longshou District has been confused by the fog. Tianji stays behind closed doors. Ming Ke is still wandering around. He is the biggest factor of instability and can also be used as a trigger to pull at the last moment.
It will end in half a day, how to make a decision?
"There is no regret in discarding idle chess, and never lose the big because of the small."
Playing casual chess also requires effort.
Let's wait and see what happens...
See how the rest goes.
·
In another dragon wing opposite to the fixed wing area, called the Fierce Wing, a person with superpowers is listening to the report of his subordinates.
He was tall and muscular, and wore a black leather coat, hiding his face under a skull-shaped iron mask.
No one knows his name, and people only dare to mention his title uneasily: Skeleton Head.
A long time ago, when Kushou first established his organization, many bold people laughed at his appearance. He executed the enemies one by one, tore their mouths open with iron pliers, and peeled off their skin with knives until the living skeletons could no longer make a sound. Then he drove bullets into the skulls, smashed the bodies with hammers, and left the dragon corpses on their backs. Added a brand new corpse.
After that, no one dared to laugh again. Except those three people.
The devil, the red lion...and the superpower...
"call……"
He sat on the steel chair and listened to the report of his yellow-haired subordinate. The absurd stories they told left the bitter taste of the past in Kushou's mouth.
"...Boss, this is what happened to us this morning."
The yellow-haired gangster carefully explained the whole process without concealing any details, including the embarrassing words and actions of the three people.
"Huh...huh..."
The sound of heavy breathing came through the metal mask.
The three of them remained silent, waiting for the leader's words.
The skull finally spoke.
"Who has the Walkman?"
The flat-headed man replied frankly: "Boss, we don't know either. What we heard were only one-sided words from the kid and the woman, and it may still be in the hands of the long-haired man."
"Won't."
The leader of Deathwing shook his head in denial.
Dawu gritted his teeth, stood up and asked: "Boss! What is in the Walkman -"
He felt the skull's gaze. For a moment, the bold villain dared not say another word.
"Look for Cecil."
He stretched out his hand, and the younger brother on the side quickly bowed and handed the receiver of an old-fashioned telephone to the leader's hand.
The bell rang several times, and a young female voice reached his ears.
"The doctor is busy. If you have anything to say, just tell me. Have you found the experimental subject?"
The skull's voice was thick and hoarse, making people feel uncomfortable and hairy all over.
"cancel transaction."
"Hey, are you kidding me? Is this all Death Wings can do?"
"The Demon and the Red Lion have entered."
"Tsk...wait a minute!" the woman on the other side of the phone shouted, as if she was talking to someone else, "Doctor, Dr. Cecil! Experiment 293...can I handle this little thing myself? Hey, doctor...okay Well, you are busy, I won’t disturb you..."
The woman cursed a few times in a low voice and said: "The reward is doubled. I will take care of the devil. You just need to fish the man out of the lion's hands."
"goodbye."
"Don't button it! What do you want?"
Kushou said nothing. For the sake of the laboratory, he was already patient enough. He doesn't answer questions that don't make sense.
"Tsk..." The woman smacked her mouth loudly, "Okay, okay. There's no reward! There are 5 places, it's up to you whether you want to or not."
He did not expect that the client would offer such a high price - a price that made the "negotiation materials" in the Walkman meaningless.
He knows, and everyone in this city knows, that white coats don't lie. They will always hand over everything they promised, and whether they can take the reward depends on the trader's own ability.
The skullhead made a decision. Now, some things have to take priority.
"good."
"Okay, that's it. Don't worry about damage. I just want a living experimental subject. Let's finish it quickly."
Sushou buttoned up the phone.
He looked around at the men in black. They are all the core of the organization, all elites he has carefully selected. Some may not be smart, but everyone is loyal to themselves.
The leader of Deathwing spoke.
"You will get 4 places to leave the Sky City."
The breathing of the people in black stopped for a moment.
They understood that there were far more than four members present. Even if this vote is successful, there will still be fierce competition waiting for them. But these are all issues that need to be considered later. You have to get a spot first before you can consider the allocation method, and you have to get a spot first before you can have any hope of leaving.
Hope, precious hope, for people living in darkness, is the light worth all their efforts.
The yellow-haired gangster asked on behalf of everyone.
"Boss, what should we do?"
Gushou stood up from his chair.
He walked past the members one by one and looked into their eyes through the holes in the masks. He saw greed, fear, and loyalty. Loyalty to the organization, loyalty to him.
"It's not you..."
He walked into the weapons vault and placed the mechanical arm that had not been used for a long time on his right arm. His weapons are maintained daily, and their silver-white appearance is as bright as new.
The dead head stood in the center of the crowd, raising his weapon.
"It's us."
·
Cangshou District integrated office building, 66 floors.
Liu Zhongwu is listening to the report of his subordinates.
"Today we tried to convert the biochemical monkey's memory into visual images, and the results showed..."
He listened patiently to the entire process and concluded: "There is still no progress."
Director Liu waved his hand and stopped embarrassing his subordinates: "Xiao Li, how is the investigation of Ming Ke's whereabouts going?"
Xiao Li handed over a stack of documents that had been prepared long ago.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gongsun Ce, Shigurei, Wings of Death, Yan Qi... I really can't take any time off." He carefully looked at the actions of a certain impermanent magus in recent days, and his fingertips stopped at this morning's page. .
Liu Zhongwu pointed to the photo of the pink-haired girl: "Who is this?"
Xiao Li softly recounted the relevant information, part of which was kindly provided by a well-informed private person.
The middle-aged man knocked on the table and suddenly asked: "In the morning of the 15th...when did we urgently activate the preparedness after receiving the intelligence?"
His confidant understood: "Yes, director. Due to the preparation of the energy switching test, many institutions and laboratories sent protests that day."
"Show the photo to the monkey first. Get a map of the city. "
Xiao Li quickly found a map and thoughtfully attached a pencil and eraser.
Liu Zhongwu flipped through the materials, compared them with the map, and made gestures with a pencil from time to time. He worked for a while and then sighed sadly.
"It's weird..."
The fat director asked his subordinate again: "What do monkeys think?"
Xiao Li whispered: "The biochemical monkey acted very confused. It seemed that he had seen it before, but it didn't seem like he knew him."
Liu Zhongwu thought for a while and slowly arranged his work.
"Follow this line and send a copy of the information to Lao Ao. Let me know when you have the result."
He put the paper, pen and map on the table, rubbed his eyes, declared that he needed to take a rest, then left the big conference room and walked into his small room.
Everyone in the Ceremony Hall knows that Director Liu is an old-school impermanent magician. He doesn't like modern technological devices very much. In his daily life, he almost only uses mobile phones, which are old models from a few years ago. It is really difficult for such a person to come to work in the Capital of the Sky.
There are no cameras in his house either, one of his few privileges.
Liu Zhongwu walked into the hut, lay on the bed, and stuffed his cell phone under the pillow. To be on the safe side, he lay pretending for a while before getting up from the bed again.
The director's eyes were filled with sparkle. He walked to the desk and took out a pencil eraser and a new map from the drawer. After thinking about it for a while, I uncertainly marked a black dot on the map with a pencil.
Starting from this black spot, the pencil traces winding curves along the road. He traced the lines very slowly, erasing and redrawing from time to time, and sometimes even had to start over.
Liu Zhongwu sighed in his heart: "I am so old that I still have to play hide and seek. I am so young..."
This is a personal statement.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
(Excessive chapter, there will be another update in the evening)
