If you want to find strange stories, you must turn to the local source power messengers.
Gwen was assigned to protect the intelligence officer Rabbit in the team and go to collect information, but Rabbit is a nocturnal animal.
After she knocked on the door of Gwen's room, she read a book close to the stove. After reading a few pages, she fell asleep for a minute or two.
Just when Gwen was wondering, ‘Could it be that cats in this world also fish?’, night arrived.
The rabbit instantly transformed into a charged cat and became energetic.
…………
When walking in the vast carriage of the Fellowship at night, Gwen calmed down and slowly looked at the street on the carriage.
The streets are paved with black bricks and are slightly uneven.
The red brick walls of the simple building are covered with posters of faceless men in military uniforms. Together with the brass speakers on the building, they seem to form something subtle, subtle, like a prison.
This prison has order, tranquility, a vibrant life like the 19th century, and pain like the 20th century. People are divided into three categories.
One type wears clean clothes and wanders leisurely on the streets, followed by friends or protectors carrying submachine guns.
One type is dressed like a soldier, like a post-apocalyptic person, carrying a big suitcase and walking purposefully through the streets.
The last category is the most numerous. Almost everyone is extremely ugly and wears shabby clothes or uniforms. Each of them seems to have been poisoned in the developmental stage. They are very primitive, but they remain civilized. They have numb expressions.
, some are full of passion, and some are roaring...
On the street, where the last group of people gathered, the door of a tall red brick castle-like building opened.
People dressed neatly in military uniforms and wearing pig-face gas masks walked out.
Behind him were dozens of soldiers armed with submachine guns.
He opened a piece of paper, picked up the loudspeaker, and shouted with an enthusiastic voice: "My compatriots, my compatriots, you are blessed. The No. 19 Almshouse of the Countrymen is about to recruit thirty workers and thirty laundry workers."
Workers and fifty people who handle corpses. If experienced people are invited to report, the No. 19 Poorhouse will guarantee daily food distribution and an income of thirty rounds of ammunition per week..."
Behind him, on the gate of the gloomy red castle, there was a poster of a man in a faceless military uniform, which read in dazzling red letters:
【No work, no food】
…………
Gwen slowed down a little.
Looking at these people, he felt the distortion of the source of power, felt some long-repressed anger, but also felt the terrifying fanaticism.
The rabbit next to her, the girl with big cat ears and a heavy, hairy cat tail, muttered: "I didn't see it."
"..."
"Mind Flayer, you are such a considerate and kind-hearted person." Tu Xiu yawned, "...but even the source of power has things that cannot be changed. Even in beautiful stories and novels, he is determined to change the world.
The protagonist will also become a bitter-faced man who only talks about 'there will always be a way' under the blow of reality."
"I'm not kind."
Gwen put one hand in his pocket and shook his head, "And you are too pessimistic about the world."
If I were in the previous life, I would definitely be able to say, "The rabbit can be the melancholy Bobby".
"It's not me who is pessimistic, it's Utopia, it's this train." Tu Xi said, "As Source Force messengers, we have special intelligence capabilities, although most Source Force messengers regard 'each other' as '
Spare material for promotion', but hospitality is no joke."
“As food, and hospitality?”
Gwen thought of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
"Curse Blade is a gentle and good person." Rabbit suddenly said to someone who had nothing to do with it. At the same time, he tilted his head slightly, with a little involuntary malice in his big eyes, "...the more powerful the source of power wants to pass through the 'Way of Food'
To improve yourself, you must enjoy the 'more powerful food' and the 'more similar' to yourself, the better. In other words..."
Gwen pursed her lips: "...the relationship between master and apprentice? There is also the relationship between the helper and the person being helped."
"Yeah. So we can receive a lot of 'goodwill that doesn't need to be repaid' in the wild, so it's okay to sow more seeds."
The rabbit pulled off the turtleneck sweater he was wearing, and there was a hideous scar on his snow-white neck:
"My aunt is a very good person. She taught me knowledge, trained with me, and gave me emotional help. In the end, she cried and wanted to eat me."
"..."
"You see, doing evil things with feelings and good intentions is nothing new in our era."
For the rabbit, this is just a trivial matter.
As for Gwen, he even had the idea of stroking the head of this big cat man. But it seemed that the mind flayer's method was not suitable for such a heartwarming action.
He looked down at his hands.
"Mind Flayer, follow me." Rabbit said, and then this guy used a speed that was not suitable for a "lazy fat cat" and disappeared into the alley next to the almshouse.
Gwen could see clearly that the two patrolling pig-faced gas mask soldiers were dodged by her with some special skills. In an instant, it was like one frame was suddenly removed from the sixty-frame picture, and this
The cat used this frame to slip in.
This action reminded Gwen of a friend. That friend proposed a very interesting theory, that is, 'Is human perception consistent with reality?'. To simply describe it, is whether the 60 seconds of human feeling are always the same?
Accurate 'real 60 seconds', if reality happens for 100 seconds, but humans can only feel 60 seconds, are these 40 seconds extra or do they already exist?
It seems that Source Envoy can indeed do similar things.
Gwen learned.
He extracted a weak 'frame' and, using the simple technique of shrinking into an inch, appeared in the alley as if teleporting.
Snap.
He stepped on the ground with his little Martin boots, and at the same time he turned around and saw the rabbit's expression, which was like the curious and frightened expression of a domestic cat when it saw a mouse for the first time, mixed with the cat's instinct of wanting to touch it.
Then……
The rabbit had just landed, and even landed unsteadily due to surprise. It poked the wall next to it with its thick and hairy tail and then shook it to maintain its balance.
"How did you do it?" she asked.
"..."
Gwen was hesitating which of the two sentences to say, 'I can figure it out at a glance' or 'I ran over with a certain skill', while Tu Xiu had already patted his waistcoat and said with a smile: "I
Got it, it’s the kind of move where you hit the gray tower on the wall and hung it for three seconds, right?”
"..."
Gwen put her pockets in.
Although it is not the same footwork, the other party's understanding this way saves him from having to explain it again, and the more important question is:
"How did you know?"
"Made of a cursed blade." The rabbit didn't laugh like a cursed blade, but the meow couldn't stop laughing, and it was rare to have a bit of energy.
"She said that?"
Gwen didn't realize that Curse Blade actually liked to gossip about others.
"No, she took photos and used her power to cover up the fire and flash. She took 30 pictures of Hui Ta's embarrassing appearance and sold them to Hui Ta's colleagues in the fellow train crew. She made about five hundred
I was given a hundred bullets because I know how to develop photos."
"Ask her to give me a hundred rounds too."
"Why?"
"Because I was the one who defeated the Gray Tower."
