Snow City, exhibition site.

The soul fire spirit monster appeared next to Hades and whispered. After hearing this, Hades turned to Pythagoras and said: "I don't know why, but the black flames of hell have emerged from the ground of the Joint Scientific Research Center. Your Majesty is busy putting out the fire, so I won't be with you for the time being."

Pythagoras: "Really? I hope no one gets hurt."

"Currently something very important has been stolen, which has caused my brother to postpone his return. He is a nice guy. Let's meet him if we have a chance."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"It is said that there is an abomination haunting the fire scene. Do you know about this?"

Pythagoras frowned, perfectly confused: "I have no idea at all."

Mingtu laughed loudly and slapped his thigh: "Forget it, forget it, today is a day worth celebrating. There is no need to interfere with the holding of the exhibition for trivial matters."

The deal is done. The waiting city has lost this game. The loser will not mess around. After all, he still has to prepare for the next game. Under the coordination of the Soul Fire Spirit Monster, all the "fire-proof coatings" in the Snow Country Exhibition Hall were cancelled, and the birds moved as quickly as possible.

Sent to the Joint Research Center. The furnace ghosts volunteered, believing that their experience in emergency repairs would come in handy.

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Joint Research Center.

Master Patra looked at the burned wall and was speechless for a long time.

The buildings in "City of Waiting" are all works by masters. The masters must feel very uncomfortable when their works are so damaged. Streum comforted: "This fire only affected the first floor. In fact, the damage has been controlled."

The smallest one."

"My heart aches not for the building, but for the people who lost it. Even if the walls are burned like this, what kind of misery will it be for the people surrounded by fire? The house is gone and can be rebuilt, but..." Master Patra sighed.

: "It's because I didn't think carefully. As an important place in the empire, the joint scientific research center should be more secretive and safe."

"It's not your fault. After all, the Festering Island hadn't appeared when it was originally designed, and the problem this time is mainly about security."

(Grande's cry was heard outside: "Why, why do you punish me not to eat today? You, you bully me!")

"As you said, there may be problems in various aspects. We should hold a review meeting, reflect on it, and avoid making the same mistakes again. Lao Chen's duty is to design more functional buildings as much as possible and strive to use architecture to solve them.

The problem is, after all, buildings are alive..." Master Patra suddenly shuddered and looked up at the building: "Life? Why have I never thought about this? We are proficient in the soul, so why can't we make buildings truly come alive?

Who said undead creatures must be able to move? The building itself can serve as a security guard!"

He squatted down and used the stone scratches to draw pictures on the scorched ground. He mumbled something in his mouth and forgot about himself and himself. Strum had already become accustomed to the strange thing and asked someone to build a fence to surround the master and put him down next to him.

Pen and paper.

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Gothic Continent, Deguraysen, City of Ashes.

A death raven landed on Qingyi's shoulder and delivered a message from the necromantic intelligence expert Oskel:

Bigbow Intelligence obtained the body of Lancelot the Elegant.

Qingyi's first reaction was "Hey, have you made a mistake?" The body of the guardian hero has been stored in the joint scientific research center. How could it suddenly leave the country? The story must be logical, right?

Considering that Oscol would not joke at work, Qingyi decided to wait a little longer.

A few more hours later, the report from Governor Jonte also arrived: Pythagoras stole the hero's body.

According to Qingyi's understanding of the festering dictator, instead of expecting the other party to spit out the hero's body that he had eaten, he might as well expect to be able to turn around three times within a year; some time has passed since the incident happened, and Lancelot must have

Being digested completely. The body is gone when it is gone. The other party has no intention of doing calculations. What else can he do besides pinching his nose to recognize it? But falling into the hands of Big Bow Wo is another matter. In a sense, it is better than living in exile.

Festering Island is even worse, because the two are likely to have a relationship of interest.

Is Oskol's information reliable?

His intelligence network is not open to the outside world, and he may not be aware of the domestic theft. He should be directly lurking very close to Bigbowo's intelligence department, or even lurking within the opponent's organization.

The credibility is very high...

Without Oskol's intelligence first, Qingyi would have given up on his fantasy long ago. Since the body is still there, can it be snatched back? If not, how about causing trouble for Big Bow? The question is where to draw the manpower? Central intelligence

The department is not suitable. Last time, a lot of people were lost in order to remove the time magic for Anigir. Although Oskel did not complain at all, Qingyi himself felt distressed; he mobilized troops from the front or from within the territory, and even more

is unrealistic.

By the way! The Twilight Sect is preaching abroad! Among the preachers are two of Anigir's capable subordinates (called Xin and Woqiu in my memory) as well as a large number of Twilight War Ghosts and Twilight Zen Masters. Their average combat power is far higher than that of the Intelligence Agency spies.

Come on, if the matter is urgent, please use the name of the Son of God to ask them, and then inform Anigir!

No, that's inappropriate. The empire's most trusted think tank, Necromancer Brian, was traveling and it was they who took care of him. The hasty deployment of manpower may arouse the vigilance of the outside world and put Brian in danger. The dead hero is not alive.

Qing Yi could still figure out which of his subordinates was more important. He sent a message to Oskol, asking him to pay attention to where the hero's body ended up. Although he could only admit defeat this time, he also had to understand that he was trapped.

where.

Putting down his helmet, looking at the time, Qingyi rubbed his chin to make sure his beard hadn't sprouted yet. He first sent an ins message to his neighbor Dora "I'm OK", then got up and went to the toilet. When he was fully dressed, Dora put on light makeup.

Knocked on his door. Dora wore a green gauze skirt, very fresh.

The two of them went to the bar to watch a show tonight. Dora drove and Qingyi sat in the passenger seat.

"Zhang, you should get a driver's license."

"I actually don't want to settle in the United States. I will return to China after college, so I won't take the driver's license test." Qingyi fastened his seat belt and opened the car window - the smell of perfume in the car was ridiculously strong.

"Oh, that's it." Dora glanced at Qingyi, then quickly looked away and looked in the rearview mirror: "Didn't you graduate? Why don't you go back?"

"Because I-"

Qingyi looked at the license plate of the car in front and said, "Because I..." He found that he had no idea what to say.

Dora started the car and reversed the car: "Why? The wages here are so high that you don't want to leave?"

Qingyi: “Because my relationship with my family is not very good.”

"We Jews are very family-oriented."

"That's good. I'm a special case among Chinese people. Most Chinese people have a very strong sense of family."

"I've heard about this. Children live with their parents when they become adults or even after they get married. Come on, stop talking. I can't be distracted while driving."

Come to the bar.

Qingyi and Dora chose a small table against the wall and ordered a soft drink. The stage was in the corner of the bar and was still being prepared. Dora’s friend, the bassist of the band, came over to chat. There was more than one band tonight.

, some were rock and roll, some were country, and one was just one person but brought a lot of musical instruments. The audience gradually took their seats.

The first song is a lyrical rock song by Dora Friends.

Qingyi took the opportunity to ask: "What is the difference between guitar and bass?"

"In appearance, one has six strings and the other has four strings; in function, the bass is used to stabilize the harmony and rhythm, but because it is a bass, it is a bit dull, so it is difficult to hear it." Dora has many treasures, and it seems that she is a true music enthusiast.

When the performance started, Qingyi could hear it: the bass was like an auxiliary to add BUFF to teammates, with a weak sense of presence, but BUFF was crucial; the lead singer was a warrior, charging into the battle, the main output and main human shield of the team, and the enemy (listener)

)'s hatred (attention) is concentrated on him; Guitar is a mage, and he cooperates with the warriors to bombard wildly and passionately, but he has to be careful not to overshadow the warriors; the drummer is a priest, and he continues to transfuse blood for the team with the beat of the drum to keep fighting.

Rhythm, if the priest dies, the team may collapse instantly.

He said to Dora: "Oh, that's it. Playing music is no different from playing games. Each profession forms a team and cooperates with each other."

Dora rolled her eyes: "Your metaphor really reveals the nerdiness of an otaku. Here's a suggestion, Zhang, next time don't use games to compare music, but instead use music to compare games.

This way girls won’t stay away from you.”

After the performance of two songs, I felt a little stretched. I felt that I had not practiced enough and lacked tacit understanding. The lead singer always glanced at the other members with a surprised look. Then the stage was handed over to the person who came alone, and he moved a big shelf up.

Dora introduced: "This performance is a loop station. The music synthesizer is placed on the shelf. It uses a sampler to sample a variety of sounds, and then loops them for live accompaniment. One person can

It's a whole band. Ed Sheeran is a good one, and your Chinese Liu Xianhua is also pretty good."

The performer first played a b-box into the microphone, set the rhythm, stepped on the pedal, and then the b-box he recorded began to play in a loop.

Qingyi thought: This is a drum.

Immediately afterwards, the performer picked up the guitar and played a chord, and other instruments took turns to play. Multiple sounds were superimposed, and the accompaniment became richer and richer. Qingyi's eyes gradually became sharper. It's really interesting. I didn't feel much just listening to the introduction, but at the scene

The performance is so eye-catching! There is no standard for the sampled sound, which means that every performance cannot be copied?

When the last note ended, Qingyi took the lead in applauding. Perfect! Unified! Harmonious! Unlike the band just now, all the voices cooperated very well - isn't this nonsense?! Because they follow the same will! A one-person band, worthy of its name

!

Dora smiled and asked: "Do you like this song very much?"

"I like this way of playing." Qingyi felt her throat was thirsty and took the drink.

"I introduced you right!"
Chapter completed!