When Doug heard Chen's request, he smiled weakly. "As expected, Ms. Chen is the kind of person who pays great attention to work efficiency. In fact, if possible, I would like to talk less about past work... But judging from your appearance
You probably won’t allow me to change the subject.”
"Yes. I want you to apologize if it has caused you any trouble." Chen said very frankly, "But you are a police officer who has been on the job for about 20 years. You must be aware of the horrors that have occurred in City A.
The attack was extremely representative, and I want to know the situation at the scene."
"Don't be like this." Shi Huaiya stopped this colleague who was resigned to death, "Confidentiality agreement and personal emotions, you always need to consider the same two things! Don't make it too difficult for the local colleagues."
However, to Shi Huaiya's expectation, Doug's mood was not as resistant as she thought. "I'm not afraid of things like confidentiality agreements, but the whole incident is too complicated. To explain it clearly, I have to recall a lot of past things.
It makes an old man like me a little sad." Doug shrugged and took out a lighter.
"He won't wake up for a while, let's find another place."
After a while, the smoking area downstairs of the hospital. "Actually, I don't smoke often. After all, racial characteristics and occupations need to be put there." Doug said this, and then walked to the vending machine and bought two cans of hot coffee and handed them to the two.
A female police officer. "Drink some hot drinks. Although the weather in Victoria is not severely cold in winter, it can't be endured without some heat source."
"Thank you." Shi Huaiya took the cheap canned coffee and opened the package without caring. "To be honest, I'm a little curious - many Rebaba people I've met hate the smell of cigarettes. Why did Doug
Do police officers have the habit of smoking?”
Doug shook his head gently. "I don't have the habit of smoking, but I always need some nicotine to help me stay calm whenever I recall that incident. Just laugh if you want, I know that as a Sargonian
It's strange that the Reba people are afraid of fighting - but it was my nightmare."
Chen denied his self-deprecation. "Advocating strength does not require you to like fighting. Hating fighting proves your kindness, police officer."
Doug said nothing. He lit his cigarette:
"It was a morning without morning light. It was raining as usual in Victoria, but the rain that day seemed to be washing away the paint on the asphalt road."
"I received a call from the police station and quickly brought my family to the police station..."
——
Longmen, about 48 hours until the premiere of "Ascension to the Gods", it's a quiet night in the theater lounge.
"Manager!" Chief disciple Ross Wen asked the manager White anxiously, "Where is he, Teacher?! We have searched the entire Longmen, and we can't even find his shadow!"
"Don't worry, Master, he will definitely come back on time. There will be no problem with the first performance." White tried his best to look confident, but he had said this too many times in the past few days, and it could not convince the people in front of him.
The young man who collapsed." "But it's been almost a week!!! What the hell is the teacher——"
"Do you think I don't want to know! *Victoria swears*!" White finally tore off his mask of composure and pushed Northwind away from the table: "How do I know where that lunatic has gone? I only know
If he can’t come back in time for the performance, this trash troupe will be damned!”
The manager who suddenly lost his mind in front of him shocked the chief disciple. He did not forget to protect the reputation of the master and the troupe, "I don't allow you to say that about the teacher and his troupe!"
"Ha." White showed a maniacal mocking smile, "What's wrong with me just saying that? Can you oppose me? Everyone knows that I am right!"
"Jekyll is a fucking lunatic! He was just a poor lunatic half a year ago! He is so talented!" White opened the top two buttons of his suit shirt and behaved like a gangster. "An old performer in the theater world, this
What’s the use? No one watches theater now! I’ve been the manager of this troupe since he became its director, and it’s always been on the decline!”
Having said this, he grabbed his neatly combed hair with both hands. Seeing that the originally shiny hair was spread out, revealing the gray hair underneath, he was just a poor old man sitting slumped in the chair. "Who?
Care about us? No one cares! People who only grow old day by day are worse than animals, damn it!"
At this point, he covered his face in fear. "Who knows how that lunatic did it? The retrospect doesn't last that long. From that day on, as long as he goes on stage to perform, he will be like the 'son of the founding star' who has attracted much attention.
'It's like it's back again! Then there's applause and praise - it's like the golden age has arrived again!"
"I can't care about that much anymore, Northwind." He raised his head and stared at the young man who was leaning against the wall with his bloodshot eyes. "I don't care if your master is a lunatic or not, and I don't care if he is a lunatic."
Monster! We all know that this theater company was brought back to life not by the innovative new plays promoted by those bullshit media, but by Jekyll's performance! If he hadn't come up with the plays he wrote, we wouldn't have been able to catch them at all.
The eyes of the audience!”
"Everything in the troupe is on this performance: a reputation comparable to the sun and the moon, and money as high as the mountains. As long as it succeeds, it is not a dream!" White crawled to Northwind on all fours, his seriousness was full of madness. "And.
Even if it doesn't work out - you have no idea what I've bet on for the few theater performance seats at this film and television festival!"
"We will all be sent to the Originium mine, where we will be dug until the Originium infection covers our entire hands, including your pretty faces!"
Northwind was so frightened that he couldn't say a word. Only White said fiercely:
"We can only pray that he can come back to save us on time - but before that, we can only pretend that the empty basket is full and big enough to accommodate all ambitions!"
This is an obvious reality, and everyone in the quiet night knows it.
Including Him who was huddled in the shadows, surrounded by enemies from both sides.
——
The sun had just withdrawn from the cover of the high-rise building at the other end of the city, and Wei Yanwu was finishing the document in front of him. A heavy and reliable pen was writing the future of the city, and every stroke must be carefully considered.
He is confident.
There was a knock on the door, "Sir Wei." "Come in." Wei Yanwu did not put down the pen until the person who knocked on the door opened the door and appeared in front of him: it was a face he had never seen before.
"...Sorry, I was too busy with work and forgot?" Wei Yanwu moved his right elbow and glanced at Zhuo Di's sword and alarm from the corner of his eyes. "I don't remember that I have any arrangements to meet guests today."
"Thank you for your hard work, Chief Wei. The Longmen parents have so many things to do, it's understandable that they forget some trivial facts." The visitor is a black-haired young man from Li Boli, with a featureless face that can only be described as gentle, and a smile on the corner of his mouth. "But you said
That’s right, I did not make an appointment in advance.”
"In this case, please contact my assistant, and we will naturally arrange a suitable time for you to meet." The visitor did not show any obvious hostility, which made Wei Yanwu even more vigilant. "Now, please, Your Excellency.
Allow me to see off guests."
The young man Li Boli laughed out loud, "Don't be so nervous, Commander Wei, I'm not hiding my malice, but there's no need to save anyone in Longmen. I'm telling the truth. I can't be alarmed."
It's just a bit of luck for anyone to get here: I walked in, and your guards did nothing wrong."
"I don't smell of blood, and I don't carry any weapons or spell-casting units. Does this show my sincerity? Please listen to what I have to say."
The man who saw the real dragon's face was unmoved. The young man said:
"I know you are good at fighting, but such a luxurious office does not have enough space for me to hide. The price of renovating it is not cheap."
"...You're right." Wei Yanwu moved his hand away from the sword, "Wen Yue always complained that he didn't have spare money to make a new potted plant. I have to save that money."
"So, what are you going to say?"
"Thank you for your understanding. Mr. Wei's magnanimity is indeed well-deserved." The young man still had the same smile on his face, and the intense psychological game just now did not reveal any flaws in him. "The following story is a bit long. Mr. Wei might as well make a cup of tea and relax.
.Whether the content of the story is true or false is entirely up to your guess. If you just listen to it as a joke, there is no problem at all."
Wei Yanwu picked up the tea cup with his free left hand, and the young man continued:
"Let me introduce myself first. Mr. Wei Yanwu, the 'Unknown One' greets you. If you want, you can call me 'Ye'. What I will tell you now is an unknown part of urban ghost stories:"
"The Tusk Clown will never be arrested again - this story."