"I have found out that Lin Xiaoxi, the actual controller of Brave New World, is in a similar situation. I originally wanted to go find his personal doctor's assistant to find out, but I didn't expect that the other party's defenses were very tight. He only came into contact with peripheral members. To stop it."
The dim light shone on Zhou Jinru's face. He carefully recounted the experiences of the past two days, in every detail, but at the critical moment he picked out all the information related to Silver Fox.
Wei Na sat on the bedside with her legs crossed, seemingly listening patiently, but the eyes she looked at Zhou Jinru seemed to penetrate his body, and she had already wandered away.
"Then I bumped into Deep Sea. It is a very mysterious organization that specializes in mental shock and assassination. There is no relevant information on Rhode Island yet. Now it seems that they are also connected to Brave New World...Vina?"
Zhou Jinru asked and found that Wei Na was not listening at all. He closed his mouth in time, but just when he stopped making sounds, Wei Na woke up again.
"Is what you said before still true?"
She looked at him.
Zhou Jinru nodded: "I am still in Saint Martin, everything is true."
"I hope that one day, when you encounter an unsolvable problem, you can learn to rely on me."
Vina extended her right hand, expecting his response.
Zhou Jinru half squatted beside the bed, leaning forward, holding Wei Na's right hand with both hands, feeling the owner of the hand tremble slightly, he said seriously: "I will rely on you, my queen, you don't have to worry, don't be nervous, I'm here here."
"I'm not like this, I..."
Wei Na looked at Zhou Jinru blankly. She slowly shook her head and whispered: "I'm not like this. I still need a little time, and I should be able to buy a little more time."
Her mood fluctuated violently. Zhou Jinru guessed that Wei Na had had strange dreams again in the past few days after she left, which made Wei Na unable to control herself. It seemed that Amiya's talent did not bring positive effects.
"Do you remember that thing?"
Wei Na nodded, and took out something from under the pillow with her left hand, lying quietly in her palm. It was the small spinning top that Jin Ru had given her last week at Thomas's dance.
"Have you always carried it with you?"
This was just a little trick, and Zhou Jinru thought it would be useless. He wanted to just give Wei Na some psychological comfort.
"Yes, I carry it with me all the time. When I look at it, I will think of you."
Zhou Jinru smiled bitterly. He was about to say something when suddenly Wei Na's right hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him hard. The majestic force suddenly pulled him up.
Zhou Jinru's right hand was held by Wei Na and he couldn't break free. In an emergency, he held the edge of the bed with his left hand and could only support his upper body. He looked at those eyes so close that he was speechless for a long time.
His body was pressed against Vina's, the two of them were almost touching, and they could even feel her body temperature.
"Amiya is still young, so she may not be able to detect subtle changes, but you can't fool me. I know I shouldn't interfere in your personal life, but someone who sleeps next to you every day has such a relationship with someone else... …”
Vina's voice became lower and lower, until it was so low that she couldn't hear it clearly.
Zhou Jinru could only respond with a wry smile: "Vina, you know our relationship is not like that."
"I know, I know everything, but we are the only ones here now. Can you give me a hug?"
If such a request can no longer be met, then Zhou Jinru will really be struck by lightning.
Holding Weina in both arms, the two rolled around on the bed, with Weina on top. She pressed Zhou Jinru's chest with one hand, raised her head slightly, and her golden hair fell in front of him.
"Is it the silver fox?"
Zhou Jinru was shocked that his guess was so accurate?
This subtle change in his expression was caught by Wei Na, and she sighed: "It is indeed her. I was very dissatisfied with her before. This is your choice, and I can't help it. It's just that I have a problem." It’s been in my heart for a long time. If I don’t ask again, I won’t have time. Can you answer me now?”
Zhou Jinru looked at Wei Na. She was sitting astride his waist, pressing one hand on the side of his head, and caressing his chest with the other hand. She leaned down, and her four lips were only a few centimeters apart.
"If one day, I mean one day, would you really let me sacrifice myself to save more people?"
"Won't."
Zhou Jinru's tone was extremely determined, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes: "I will not sacrifice any of you. Before I fall, no one can hurt you, and everyone in Rhode Island. If that day really comes, I I will die before you."
"Idiot, you are everyone's hope. You have to remember that anyone can die, but not you."
"I heard someone say that a big fool leads a little fool. Maybe I am that fool."
Wei Na ignored him, turned over, lay down next to Zhou Jinru, and whispered: "Tell the truth, did you feel a little moved just now?"
You said such things, how could I still be moved?
Zhou Jinru hid these words in his heart, but said: "One thing is, who makes you so charming, Queen?"
"Duplicity."
"Aren't you the same? You've been refusing to tell me the details. What about sacrifice and hope? You've made me really panic. I finally found you. Do I have to lose you again?"
Wei Na turned her head and stared at him with a half-smile: "Did you tell everyone this? Every operator is your heartthrob, do you love them so much?"
Zhou Jinru lamented in his heart, he was really going further and further down the road of scum, even though he obviously didn't think so at the beginning.
In the game, the doctor is the idol of the operators, so how come he develops in another direction?
According to this plot, the upper limit of Weena's trust level is not two hundred, but sprints towards four hundred.
"You should be able to understand what I mean."
"Okay, I understand. You don't have to be so afraid. I am Aslan, not a real lion. I will not eat you."
Not long after, there was a slight sound of breathing from the person next to him, who had already fallen asleep.
…
In such a deep night, there are still two exhausted people running on the road. They have been walking for a day.
"I really can't walk anymore."
Mei wailed in disgrace, staggered and almost sat on the ground.
The undead walking in front pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around her body, blending into the night. He was still wearing the dirty combat uniform and dragged Mei to the side.
"At least we found the DeWitt gang."
He said something and took a sip from the water bottle, while Mei sat in the mud in an inconspicuous manner, drank a large sip of the source, and took the time to rest and regain her energy.
"Who knew that the DeWitt Gang was just a shell? It's not an exaggeration to say it was a leather bag company. They were still investigating the collector's death. It was a farce from beginning to end!"
Mei said very rudely, spitting everywhere. This was what she had discovered in the past day, which simply refreshed her understanding of things.
"It's just been plotting for a long time"
"The person who planned to assassinate the collector must have thought about everything. In addition, with the recent uproar over the prohibition bill, no one paid attention to the poor collector."
Mei drank the source, threw the empty bottle aside, and beat her calf hard. She looked at the undead: "Brother Undead, you are so smart. You guessed from the beginning that someone would ambush near the DeWitt Gang's station. The private detectives who went with him to investigate the clues are all dead."
As she spoke, she also felt a little resentful. If she hadn't been reminded by the person next to her, I'm afraid she would have followed along and then all of them would have been killed.
"Tracing the stolen items is key, finding the stolen items, or the buyer."
Mei sighed: "Actually, there are still a few things left that are missing. They are all treasures from the ruined city. No, in fact, there is one thing that can't be called a treasure. That typewriter with a name that is very difficult to pronounce is just a piece of junk. , maybe it was thrown away as waste.”
The undead were silent, and May chattered on the side. Ten minutes later, they were on the road again, this time with a clear target, the last stronghold of the DeWitt Gang outside the city of San Martin.
"Do you think there will be enemies lurking there?"
"Maybe."
…
In the inner city of St. Martin, the research center of the Brave New World, Snow Pheasant escorted Gunter to the door and praised: "You are good at writing things that give me a headache just looking at it. It's really amazing. It seems that there are women With friends around me, my work efficiency has improved a lot.”
Gunter couldn't hide the fatigue on his face. He said with a smile: "It will take one day at most to complete the compilation of the security protocol. This time the progress is very smooth. Everyone in the research team is very serious."
"Stop talking, you should go back first. The family is too anxious to wait."
Gunter nodded and left the research center. He rode his bicycle and felt no cold despite the wind.
Snow Pheasant's praise should actually be given to herself. She modified the huge mechanical hook to climb up and down. Thanks to her efforts, the people in the research team can improve their work efficiency while living in harmony.
If he was still dissatisfied with Xue Pheasant before, now Gunter just wants to praise Mr. Lin for his sharp eyesight and talent. Back then, Xue Pheasant was still a little-known figure in Longmen. He would not have noticed it without looking at the roster. With this person, he was easily recruited to Colombia. It seems that Mr. Lin must have a very powerful headhunting team.
With this thought in mind, he had unknowingly returned to the Rose District. The streets were still filled with protesting crowds. Except for Brave New World's own store, almost every household had boycott flags hanging.
The slogan "I need alcoholic beverages" was hung majestically at the door of the City Garden. There were many people handing out flyers below. Everyone passing by received a brochure with the ten benefits of drinking. .
Gunter didn't drink, and he didn't want to know what would happen if he drank. He just wanted to go home quickly. After receiving several promotional brochures in a row, he finally broke through and breathed a sigh of relief when he closed the security door of his home.
"What’s wrong with you?"
He received a concerned greeting from his girlfriend.
Gunter said with a wry smile: "Squeezing out of the crowd every day is more tiring than working for several hours. Everyone of them is shouting slogans. It's so noisy that I can't hear the honking of the car horn."
He took off his coat, walked into the living room, saw an apple pie placed on the table, and asked curiously: "I remember there is no store selling apple pie nearby, right?"
"Oh, it was sent by our neighbor across the street."
"The neighbors across the street? Aren't they away from St. Martin all year round, always keeping the door locked, and now they're back?"
What Jenny said made Gunter even more curious about what kind of neighbor he was. He asked further, but received only a blushing face and an almost inaudible whisper.
"It's them, one is Sakota and the other is Luper. They seem to be together~"
Gunter was stunned, then nodded in understanding. No matter what, it was someone else's hobby, so he could only wish them happiness.
He stood on the balcony and looked across, with the curtains drawn, but what was different from usual was that the lights in the living room opposite were on, and it looked like he was really back.
…
The white wolf was lying on the carpet, his limbs spread out, panting heavily, and he was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger.
"If you can't get used to it yet, you will get used to it after a few more visits."
The fallen angel with a black halo was sucking a box of fresh milk, his bare feet were on the carpet, and he was only wearing close-fitting clothes. His indifferent eyes showed no emotion.
Her two staffs were stuck on the shelf by the door, placed together with Lapland's double sword.
Lapland's tail moved and he said feebly: "How do I know your ability is so terrifying?"
"You insist on trying, so I have to satisfy you. We have been through this for four months in total, and only about ten days have passed in reality. This is still the result of my intentional control. You don't want to be like me, right?"
Lapland turned over and sat up. She looked at the Originium crystal on her leg: "My time is running out. If I have your ability, I will definitely have more time to spend with Texas." .”
The fallen angel sat aside and had no feelings for Lapland's narration. She said seriously: "Then you will only die faster. I can feel that you sometimes cannot control your power. The Source Stone can enhance your power. , but if left unchecked, it can also shorten your life at an accelerated rate.”
"I listen to a lot of big principles. The people on the medical team are already verbose enough. I don't want to hear them."
Lapland looked at everything in the living room and asked curiously: "How come you have a house in Saint Martin?"
"I used to travel around and run around a lot. Once I passed by St. Martin's and happened to meet Lin Xiaoxi in a bar, so he gave this place to me. Actually, it was nothing serious. I just exchanged a few stories with him. It’s just a one-time relationship, at worst I can return it to him.”
Mostima drank the fresh milk in her hand and threw it away. The crushed box flew into the past time and space. She grabbed another bunch of candied haws and asked, "Would you like it?"
"No, you're all lying to yourself. I might as well make another apple pie."
