Ding dong, the doorbell rang loudly, and Gwen, who was walking towards the door, walked over two steps faster.
"Neighbor?"
From memory, we can know that there is a very subtle class relationship in Utopia. Equality for everyone is real, but class inequality is also real. In this fascinating social activity of raising class, the people in the next car and
Friends in the same carriage are important and can be used as conversation materials by oneself and the other party can be used as conversation materials. Not only are they mutual friends, they are also mutual parents.
"Think about it, from now on when I go out, the first thing people will ask will not be, 'Do you have parents?' but, 'Aren't you a friend of so-and-so in the same carriage?' It's a good thing, so I don't have to bother explaining."
."
Gwen cursed the social relationship, wishing that his mind flayer ability would activate and dig out the heart of an enemy named "Social". But he still rubbed his face with both hands...
His hands seemed to have extraordinary magical powers.
Rubbing it gently, the coldness on his face seemed to have melted away, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth that looked like the roses in the flowerbed on the lawn under the sun. It was a charming smile that made people feel gorgeous, but was coated with a soft, peaceful and protective color.
Rubbing it gently, warm and gentle emotions seeped out from the delicate doll-like face that made people feel the uncanny valley effect.
Mind Flayer Mode. Social Bull X syndrome mode activated.
‘Is the weather good?’ The weather card deck is ready.
‘Today’s train is very bumpy!’ Series car decks are ready.
The social nature that kills "Oh, handsome little brother/sister, do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?" is ready for the weapon of mass destruction of "Ilcourt and Deathly Brilliant Beater".
I was fully prepared and opened the door.
I saw a dark trumpet head on, and a female voice came from it:
"Good morning, Mr. Mind Flayer who slept in!"
Gwen's hand that was poking at the opponent's throat was pinched, so she tilted her head, her eyes slid upward, and met the eyes of Miss Cursed Blade who had put down the horn.
She put on some makeup, wore a white shirt, black trousers, and a tie. She wore the trench coat that detectives in previous TV series loved to wear. She wore an officer's large-brimmed hat of the same color as the khaki windbreaker tilted on her head. She looked like
Strict yet casual.
"Poke someone's lungs when we meet. I'm honored by your enthusiasm."
Gwen pulled her hand away and the smile on her face quickly faded: "Please don't come within half a meter of me. I'm allergic to squirrels."
"Don't be so heartless. We are colleagues. What if we are still partners in life and death in the future?"
Cursed Blade said goodbye and stepped aside.
"Do you want breakfast?"
As she spoke, she stepped on her heels wearing thick-soled leather shoes and Gwen walked out silently without saying a word.
"..."
Gwen pursed her lips: "How is Gray Tower?"
"It's okay, a few broken bones...it's okay. For a source of power, as long as the consciousness is clear, even serious injuries can be suppressed. This is what I admire about you, your fighting will. I think you are
The kind of warrior who can endure pain is exactly what our semi-official secret agents need most as candidates. Of course, I’m not saying that Gray Tower is bad, it’s just..."
Squirrel Girl made a very ruthless metaphor: "...It is like a mining-class train that protects you from the wind and rain. It is completely incomparable with a luxury residential train like yours. Especially the residential train can also be added
Install a more professional mining machine."
"He'll be sad when he wakes up."
Gwen stood at the door of the carriage, rubbed her face, and went from the expressionless 'Mind Flayer' to the sunny state again, where the body of a man looked more like a beauty.
"He woke up and was very pleasantly surprised by your joining. Well, to be honest, he still thinks you are a dangerous person." Cursed Blade smiled beside him, "This is the first time I have seen a face-changing person outside of the neon train.
For someone who is so fast, I'm really curious as to what the real expression is on your face."
Gwen looked at her sideways with a gentle and bright fake smile, winked, and said: "A woman's curiosity about a man is the first step to her fall."
He pushed open the carriage door and walked in.
Curse Blade smiled: "Perhaps Two-Face is a more suitable code name for you than Mind Flayer."
"Don't be so rude."
The second floor of the front car was a restaurant. When Gwen walked into the front car, she saw Ms. Red Dog discussing a philosophical issue with the listless Ms. Dark Cat:
"You said, I am from Rongen, right? You are a Wilgi. Ron and Wilgi existed a hundred years ago. We speak the same language and the same culture, and live on the same train. Why?
We haven’t been assimilated yet?”
"Is there a possibility..." Dark Cat yawned, "...we are actually being assimilated? In the past, a Ron who interrupted Wilgie's sleep might have had his legs broken.
"
Dark Cat's cat ears twitched.
"Good morning, Gwen, the train is quite smooth today." Dark Cat greeted him, and at the same time glanced at Curse Blade and then moved away, "I am going to go out with Red Dog today. There is a group of people coming from
I came back from the subway and said they brought back some treasures for us to pick out."
It is not clear when the giant island train of Utopia became the residence of Utopians. But there is no doubt that people have lived on this land for more than eighteen centuries! Going back further, Utopians were not yet Utopians.
At that time, there was a dynasty called the "Grey Kingdom" that ruled Utopia, but that was already 1,800 years ago.
There are many passages deep into the car body in the wilderness of Utopia now, and the subway system used in the Gray Kingdom era. People called "rangers" and "backpackers" will explore inside, and if they find treasures, they will come to the train.
In exchange for bullets and living supplies.
"I hope you will gain something today." Gwen gave her blessing.
Hong Dog yelled: "Don't you come together? You just said the day before yesterday, 'Miss Hong Dog, I am very interested in the relics in the subway'..."
"Next time." Gwen covered her mouth and showed a shy smile.
The red dog and the dark cat walked away hand in hand and tail to tail.
Gwen calmed down and quickly walked up the stairs. Unexpectedly, he saw Curse Blade following him, reading lines from some kind of drama in a more sinister tone:
"Poor Wal-Mart, she played to the tune of applause."
"I'm so glad that you can say a few words in a literate manner." Gwen blessed, "It saves me from having to find a grammar class to improve your knowledge."
"My grammar test was 'excellent'."
I can't tell that the squirrel man Curse Blade has such good results. In Utopia, the grammar exam is equivalent to the 'civil service exam'. It is very difficult to get high scores. After all, the Utopia authorities will only accept those who do well in the grammar exam.
Members and employees of the authority can receive many benefits.
Gwen entered the restaurant and saw the Gray Tower. The bear-eared Shad man was gesticulating with a lazily yawning Wilgi man. Next to these two people, there was a figure competing in size.
The white-haired Wilgi boy who couldn't get anywhere from Gwen was holding a book and shaking his head.
"My secret investigation team." Cursed Blade said from behind, "Eat some first, I will introduce it to you later. By the way, let me introduce the benefits you joined and the common interests of our weak relationship, oh, and
A good way to integrate bullets and oil from the inside.”
