"You heard wrong. It's just because you are about to enter school. The psychological pressure caused by the expectation and tension of school has overwhelmed the temporal lobe of the brain and caused auditory hallucinations." Fingel turned around and said with a serious face.
"So senior brother majors in medicine?" Mo Qiuran was in awe. After all, you can't offend a doctor by offending anyone.
"Wrong, I am actually majoring in alchemy machinery...all I do is manual work!" Fingel showed off his huge and strong muscles and said, "Let's go, I will be responsible for taking you to school...but We have plenty of time, why don’t we go to the burger restaurant nearby to get something to eat first? The Coke there can be refilled with unlimited amounts!”
"Senior, don't be so cautious. This guy is a wealthy man. We can go to a five-star hotel as long as he touches his wallet!" Mo Qiuran patted his shoulder and pointed at Chu Zihang and said, "Of course, there are some things about the school. information……"
"No problem, it's all on me. As I said, I know everything from the principal's secrets to the girls' measurements! If you want any information about the school, just come to me! I'm Fingel at the school Everyone knows that it’s reputable!”
Fingel understood instantly, and patted his chest with huge chest muscles as a guarantee, with a look of tears on his face: "God has eyes, I finally met a junior who is willing to spend money! I came to pick him up before. All my juniors and juniors can’t believe that I’m afraid that I’ll be kidnapped or something, it’s so unpopular!”
Mo Qiuran thought that anyone who experiences your previous rhetoric would think you are a liar!
Of course, Mo Qiuran also had this suspicion, but it was indeed time to eat. There was not much difference between eating with more than one person. Anyway, Chu Zihang was rich, and a person who was obviously an experienced person could bring a lot of useful things. News, as long as half of what Fingel said is true, the meal will be worth it!
Chu Zihang did not express any opinions. He was very confident in Mo Qiuran's ability to deal with people. He knew that at this time, he only needed to play the role of a taciturn and conscientious wallet.
So instead of going directly to the Chicago train station, the three of them took a taxi and went straight to a steak buffet. This was Fingal's request. According to him, those high-end hotels these days are nothing more than treating guests as spoilers and dishonest food. It’s expensive and the portion is small. The difference is just a little bit of meat quality and taste. Sometimes it’s not as good as the cheaper ones, so it’s better to go directly to the self-service store. It’s cheap and affordable. Anyway, when you eat it, you’ll be filled with beef. It’s composed of amino acids, proteins, and carbohydrates. !
Mo Qiuran expressed his admiration for this and said that Fingel was really good-natured, so the two soon began to communicate enthusiastically again, and they seemed to regret meeting each other so late.
But the taxi was stopped by the police halfway.
"Senior, where are you planning to take us to do illegal work? The police have come to stop us!" Mo Qiuran said in shock.
"Impossible! Do you think I look like that kind of person? No matter how miserable and poor I am, Fingel has never done such outrageous things as trafficking!" Fingel said with confidence.
"You mean I'll do everything else?" Mo Qiuran said.
"I'm going to ask him what he wants to do!" Fingel immediately opened the door and got out of the car and walked to the police.
Perhaps because Fingel's figure was too intimidating and he was not black, he quickly learned the news first and returned to the car: "There is a parade ahead, which has blocked the road and the car can't go. It seems that we can only I could get out of the car and walk there...but it would take a long detour to avoid it.”
"Parade? What kind of parade?" Mo Qiuran suddenly became interested.
"The police said it seemed like it was about free evolution? It was probably about genetically modified food or something like that," Fingel said. "This kind of demonstration is very common in the United States! It happens once every three days and once every five days, and there's a reason." When I saw it, I thought it was weird!”
"This is the first time I've heard of such a thing as a parade," Mo Qiuran said.
"Is there still enough time?" Chu Zihang immediately understood what he meant and reminded him.
"It's too late, it's too late. This special car leaves at midnight. It's only four o'clock in the afternoon. We have a lot of time!" Fengel also understood what Mo Qiuran meant and opened his brown bear-like body, "At this time As a senior, I have a duty! Don’t worry! As long as I’m here, no matter how crowded the parade is, you can still feel like you’re alone!”
"Then just go through and see what the parade is like!" Mo Qiuran said enthusiastically.
So Chu Zihang, who was holding the wallet avatar at this time, had no objection. Although it really looked like he was traveling instead of studying abroad... But what Fingel said was that there was still such a long time before the train. There's no point in going to the train station and waiting.
…
Kassel College, on the top floor of the library, the general command room of the executive department.
This is a huge space filled with computers. The cool lights give the interior a metallic sheen. The people sitting here are wearing uniforms and headsets, and their faces are basically expressionless when they move.
Professor Schneider, the Minister of the Executive Department, was sitting on the general podium, watching the bustling people holding flags of various colors and shouting slogans on the big screen on the wall, with fanatical expressions and iron-gray eyes. There is an icy cold light in the middle.
"Professor Schneider," a technician suddenly said, "Norma identified several noteworthy objects that appeared at the parade... After comparing the data, it was found that they were our people, but they were not included in the list of personnel for this operation."
"What?" Schneider frowned, "Projected."
"Yes." The technician said, and then the picture was projected.
Schneider stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Continue to monitor and notify me immediately if there is any abnormality. I will make a call." Professor Schneider said.
After a while.
"This is Professor Guderian..." The voice of a man who was obviously not awake came from the phone.
"You didn't go to pick someone up?" Schneider asked in a huff.
"Wha...what?" Professor Guderian was stunned when asked.
"I asked you to pick up two students for me, but you didn't go?" Schneider asked.
"I...I asked my students to pick him up. Fingel has done this kind of thing many times, so don't worry about anything going wrong!" Professor Guderian explained.
"He took two of my students to the parade!" Schneider said, suppressing his anger.
"At the parade... maybe the freshmen want to see the excitement or something?" Professor Guderian explained weakly, "It's not a big deal, don't be so nervous, people of this era can't be embarrassed..."
"That's the location of the execution department's operation!" Schneider said coldly and hung up the phone.
