In a dilapidated and dim small bar, the waiter behind the bar dozed off from time to time, and the few guests sat scattered in various corners. Occasionally they heard some exclamations, but other than that, most of the time they were whispering, and the atmosphere was...
Depressing and boring.
I put down the glass in my hand, not used to the taste of whiskey. Next to me, Jason gestured to the drowsy waiter to add more wine. His already tipsy face looked like he had smeared cheeks under the dim light.
Generally red.
Linda on the other side handed Jason a cigarette, then lit the cigarette in her hand, blew out smoke rings and said: "Don't drink anymore. You dragged us here to drink as soon as we got here. At least let us see each other."
Meet Mr. Andrew for a moment, and then we can think of something together. We are not here to drink with you."
I patted Jason on the shoulder, shook my head at Linda, and signaled her not to rush Jason yet. I fully understood Jason’s feeling of being helpless now, because Mr. Andrew insisted not to let more New Territories come to him when he was awake.
The broker intervened to prevent the situation from escalating. Jason was extremely disappointed that only Linda and I arrived.
"There is a Chinese proverb called 'Three cobblers, one Zhuge Liang.' It means that three ordinary people can be as good as one wise man. We three cobblers can also come up with good ideas, as long as we have confidence.
Give up." I said this after a long silence, and I didn't know if Jason could understand what I meant.
Jason did not raise his head, just played with the wine glass in his hand, and said vaguely in his throat: "Wan, I understand what you mean. But I am still worried in my heart. I don't know where things will go. I don't know.
I believe what you and Linda mean, I just think that the strength of the three of us is too weak, even people like my father are not immune. I really can’t think about how we can face such a powerful opponent, not to mention that so far,
We haven't even seen the enemy with our own eyes, alas!"
"Mr. Andrew's analysis is correct. This is clearly a trap for us to jump into one by one. But I am not afraid. In any case, this is our territory in the New Territories. He cannot be allowed to run wild like this. The evil dragon has always been
Defeated by the knights. I think we are the three musketeers. Show your courage and don't be defeated by your own fear first." Linda actually derived the idea of the three musketeers based on my Stooges theory.
Then Jason blasted him with thunder, smoke and artillery fire.
After hearing this, Jason punched the table so hard that the cup jumped up, followed by the dazed waiter. He protested loudly: "What the hell are you going to do? You're drunk."
Yet?"
Jason ignored him, randomly took out a few green bills from his pocket and slapped them on the table, turned around and left, saying, "Let's go, I'll take you to see my father."
Linda quickly put out her cigarette in the ashtray, pulled me and followed Jason out of the bar.
Mr. Andrew was sitting on the bed curled up on the corner of the bed, leaning against the cold wall, shaking his upper body rhythmically, looking at his bare feet with hollow eyes.
A few of us stood in front of the bed, looking at Mr. Andrew who was already stupid. I bent down and tried to communicate with him: "Hello, Mr. Andrew. I am Wan, and this is Linda. I was in the sub-world and the Yuan world.
"We met before." Andrew acted as if he hadn't heard anything, had no reaction, and didn't even raise his eyelids.
Jason pulled me and said: "It's useless. He is basically in a semi-dormant state now and will not respond to anyone or anything in the outside world."
"But how does he eat? I feel that Mr. Andrew has lost a lot of weight." Linda asked Jason.
Jason turned around and replied: "He can only eat and drink water when he is awake. When he was awake, he once said that if he could not solve the problem, he would decide not to eat again until he was awake until he starved to death."
For us brokers in the three realms, the death of the body is not terrible, because we know that only the body dies, and the consciousness will flow in the other two realms, but we are really reluctant to leave our relatives in this world, because
After the consciousness transfers, you don’t know when we will meet again, or even if we meet again in another world, we may not be able to recognize each other again.
When Jason said this, his eye circles turned red and he choked up. Linda and I were also sad for a while. The heroic spirit of a strong man breaking his wrist was actually performed by this stupid old man in front of us, which made the tragic feeling even more tragic.
In another room, the three of us were sitting around, everyone holding their heads, trying desperately to think of a solution. More than two hours passed, and the room was still silent. Apparently no one had figured out the reason. I raised my head
, looked at the two of them and said: "How about waiting until the early morning to see what Mr. Andrew says?"
Jason straightened up, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, sighed, and said, "It seems like this is the only way. Let my father give me some pointers, and maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."
Linda put her elbows on the table and said, "Besides, Jason, do we have any weapons or anything on hand?"
Jason thought for a while and said: "Currently, there is no shortage of rifles and pistols on hand, but they are still useful against foxes, but they may not be useful against brokers from the Yuan Realm."
"Then you don't have anything like frequency attack and frequency locking network on hand?" I asked unwillingly.
Jason shook his head and said: "I asked my father before and he told me not to think about these things first and wait until you arrive. I guess there should be. He may be afraid that I will do something after getting these things.
It was an impulsive thing, so that’s why you refused to tell me.”
"Well, that must be the case. We are all here this time, so we can ask Mr. Andrew again in the early morning tomorrow." Linda suggested.
"In this case, we might as well sort out the questions we want to ask first, so that we can have a comprehensive understanding by then. After all, Mr. Andrew's time to guide us is very limited now, and judging from the current situation, we cannot
It’s no longer a race against time.” I very much agreed with Linda’s suggestion, so I added.
Jason nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, that's it. Let me introduce you to the situation of the fox group first." After hearing what he said, Linda and I immediately became attentive and listened to Jason's words with open ears.
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Jason lit a cigarette first, and then said: "The fox group is located on a plain about ten kilometers away from here. There must be more than forty of them. There is a leader at the head, and that is a
The big fiery red fox is very easy to recognize because it is the only one among the foxes that is red. We named it Satan. There are three brown foxes beside Satan who are his helpers. One of them is blind.
The fox with one eye, we call it one-eyed. The fox with half a tail, we call it broom. There is also a fox with a tuft of white hair on its chest, we call it Baimao. The rest of the foxes also follow their orders.
of."
"Oh, by the way. Among these foxes, there is also a lame man. We call him the wizard." Jason paused and continued.
"Afraid? There is another arrogant one! There is an idiom in China called 'wolves collude with each other.' It's good to be here. It has turned into a wolf with treachery. But why do you call it a wizard again?" This surprised me deeply. I really don't understand.
I don't know why there is such a thing as "狋" here.
"Because people who have been in contact with wizards say that seeing it is like seeing a ghost. They tremble all over and can't move. Most people think it has magic or witchcraft, so they just ignore it.
It's called a wizard." Jason replied.
Linda was a little disdainful and said: "Where does the witchcraft come from? It's just a trick of frequency field control."
Jason nodded and said, "I think so too."
"But how could a monkey have such an ability? If it even had such an ability, then Satan wouldn't be more terrifying." I did not agree with Linda's disdain, and then raised my doubts and worries.
"Yes, my father's current situation is caused by Satan, and judging from Satan's frequency field characteristics, it is by no means a fox, but a high-level broker from the Yuan Realm, just wearing a fox's coat.
That's it. The wizard should also come from the Yuan Realm, but his ability is obviously lower than Satan, so he naturally obeys Satan's orders." Jason explained.
Linda and I looked at each other, we couldn't believe our ears, and it gave me the feeling that there was a living scene in front of me. Jason also smiled helplessly, and he didn't know what to think about the plot in front of him. It seemed that,
We can only wait until the early morning of tomorrow to let Mr. Andrew wake up and help us make an idea.