The trickling water washed away the perfect carcass with almost no flaws, and flowed along the tiled gully to the sewer.
There is no shower gel, no shampoo, no conditioner, no facial cleanser, there is nothing here, not even a shower, just water spraying down from the pipe.
Rather than taking a shower, Igula felt more like he was being drenched by a heavy rain.
Moreover, the bathroom was very small and could not even accommodate Igula to open his hands. Even in Broken Lake Prison, Igura was not in such a state of desolation.
However, Igula, who loves tidiness, didn't have much objection at the moment. After hurriedly washing off the sweat on his body, he dried himself with a rough dry towel and put on a set of casual clothes. The size of the clothes was not very suitable, but obviously in this situation, he couldn't ask for too much.
many.
He returned to the main hall of the basement and saw Harvey applying makeup to the coffin. The eyebrow pencil was made of white bone and the base color of the lipstick was blood ink; Ash was drying Liz's hair with a very inefficient hair dryer;
Making midnight snacks by the stove, An Nan read the Gospels while holding a cup of hot milk.
"Haha, everyone is chatting. I just fell asleep and dreamed that you, Ashiu and An Nan, became the number one in the "Art List", and then we were attacked and had to escape from Azula. I just woke up now... It's really
What a strange dream." Igula picked a chair and sat down, "Obviously we just came for an outing to the tomb."
An Nan closed the gospel book: "Are you hypnotizing us?"
"Maybe it's just to hypnotize yourself." Igula said: "Escape from reality is the last tear of the psychic."
At this time, Panji turned off the portable stove and brought a dinner plate over. It was filled with thick-cut steak, white bread, butter sauce, mashed potatoes and other foods. It was quite rich as a late-night snack.
"Is there any wine?" An Nan suddenly asked.
Banji nodded, opened his suitcase, took out a bottle of wine and five wine glasses, then took out a lemon slice, made ice cubes out of the drinking water, and prepared five glasses of wine in a matter of seconds.
"I'm used to using alcohol to buffer my brain when I'm in trouble." An Nan said, "I think you'll like this feeling and shut up if you have any objections. Cheers to me now!"
"This is workplace harassment..." Ash muttered, held down Liz's head, took the wine glass, and took a sip.
It is smooth in the mouth, has a fruity aroma, is not spicy at all, and has only a sweet aftertaste on the lips and teeth. It is very delicious.
"Any more?" Harvey asked.
"Yes, but I won't give it to you." After a glass of wine, An Nan felt instantly excited: "This is Azula's local craft beer 'Pink Rabbit'. Because it is pleasant and sweet in the mouth, it is easy to drink more."
, you will suddenly become unconscious when the stamina builds up, so be sure not to be greedy."
Liz suddenly became anxious: "I want to drink too!"
"Kid, give me some milk." Ash split Liz's head.
"Then, after taking a shower, drinking, and resting, it's time for us to sort out the situation." An Nan pushed her long hair back over her shoulders and sat cross-legged on the couch, "You must have a lot of questions now.
Let me answer your questions first."
"First of all." Igulla pointed to the suitcase next to the pandan: "Is that a space prop?"
They really couldn't ignore this ordinary suitcase. When they were escaping, Benji stuffed Harvey's coffin directly into it. After arriving at the tomb, Benji took out a total of coffins, portable stoves, and a large number of things from the suitcase.
Ingredients, cutlery and utensils, and even a change of clothes for six people including underwear!
No one will be surprised when Panji takes out an armored vehicle from his suitcase.
No wonder An Nan didn't care about their packing. This suitcase alone was enough to meet their group's daily needs.
"Yes." An Nan nodded: "But unlike what you think, Banji is not proficient in the space faction... This is Banji's exclusive reward."
"Reward from the last weaving festival?"
"Yes." An Nan nodded: "The suitcase is not as easy to use as you think. You can't put items that exceed the weight of the pandan, and you can't put unencapsulated liquids. There is a cooling time when putting it in and taking it out...if you put it in for tens of
It may have been practical years ago, but in this era of extremely developed transportation, simple mobile warehouses no longer have much use."
She paused: "That is, only when you are on the run can you maximize its value."
"So you have long been prepared to escape." Igula was aware of the fire: "But you don't want to escape now, but you have already expected that after the second list is released in ten days, you will have to wait for outsiders like us.
If we fall behind the charts, we will all become the target of public criticism. Escape is the first chapter in your plan."
"To be precise, I will take you away from Azura around the 14th, and then quietly wait for the moment when the entire Gospel Nation is shocked by the names of the four of you." An Nan exhaled: "I can only say that the plan is not as good as the change.
Come on... Ash, ah, Ash, although I don't have the habit of complaining, this time it's really..."
Ash immediately retorted: "Miss, don't forget that you are the creator, I am just your portrait model, after all, I am the victim!"
"Isn't this a grave?" Harvey suddenly said: "Graves are for the dead. Not only is this not for the dead, I don't even smell the smell of the dead."
"Of course you didn't smell it. My grandfather was cremated and burned to ashes long ago." An Nan shrugged: "But this is his grave, at least in name."
The necromancer didn't understand the surroundings here, but the fraudster soon understood: "To mislead the gospel?"
"To be honest, as long as you are given some time, Mr. Bo Jin will definitely be able to build up a power that is not inferior to that of the Broken Family Firm from scratch." An Nan sighed: "Yes, although the Gospels know the entire Gospel Kingdom well, but
The specific name has room for manipulation, just like I bought a residential house and transformed it into the office space of my office, but in the records in the Gospels it is still 'Annan's residence', not 'Annan's office'.
"
"If I build a safe house privately without any approval, it will naturally be recognized as a 'personal basement' by the Gospel. But if I purchase land from the City Planning Bureau in the name of a tomb for renovation, it will be recognized by the Gospel as a tomb building."
"Even if I transform this place into a safe house, it will still be shown as a tomb in the Gospel database. After all, there is no rule that the tomb cannot be transformed into this look. Now the red hat and the office must be searching for the safe house I prepared before.
But they will definitely not find it in a short time. For them, the priority of searching the tomb is too low."
As he spoke, An Nan folded his hands piously and prayed: "Grandpa, please bless this tomb with your fatty liver and stinky urine to drive away the beasts of civilization and keep us away from danger."
It can be heard that An Nan's grandfather was not born peacefully, and his physical condition was so bad that the medical doctors were too lazy to repair it.
An Nan's words were not difficult to understand, and her plan was not complicated, but everyone was still amazed by her meticulous thinking. Only people like An Nan, who spent all their time studying how to exploit loopholes in the Gospels, could know such cunning methods.
"So," Igula clasped his hands together, "What's the plan next?"
"It is now 2:11 in the morning. We have to move before 6 o'clock, which means we still have about 4 hours of rest time." An Nan said: "Now we have to divide into two groups and take turns to watch the night."
"When working the night shift, you need to stay awake, and you need to open the Gospel book and check the status of people within 300 meters nearby every 5 minutes. If you are not working the night shift, you should enter the virtual realm and try to recover within 2 hours. We will continue on our way tomorrow morning."
The Gospel is not only a sharp blade for pursuers, but also an iron shield for escapees. As long as you have enough points, the Gospel will not care about your good or evil, and will provide value-for-money services to everyone equally.
Igula and others called out their gospels one after another, thinking thoughtfully. Their action mode was still stuck in the blood moon version. If it weren't for An Nan, a member of the gospel version's strategy team, they would have been defeated by the red hat and the firm.
Cross-version crackdown.
Reconnaissance, attack, defense, logistics... In the Gospel Kingdom, almost all joints can involve the Gospel, and the power of the Gospel is no worse than the magician's miracle. How to make good use of the Gospel is the core of the battle in the Gospel version.
An Nan spread his hands: "If there is no problem, then"
