Chapter 178: The real move, the fake one has to move too?
The violent explosions and vibrations coming from the outside seemed like something being opened.
Walking to the window, Gwen saw a scene like looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. He could only barely see the setting sun outside the lake, the floating algae creatures, and some stray aquatic cat lanterns. He realized that everything here was complete. No information from the outside world is available.
He turned to Yeka, "Is there a way for you to see what's going on outside?"
"Yes, yes, but it's unlikely that you can see the place you want to see. Is that okay?"
"Sorry to trouble you." Gwen said calmly.
"good."
Yeka took out a spliced oil painting, and when Gwen saw it, she couldn't help but said: "What an ugly painting."
This is the first feeling. This painting is made up of more than ten different canvases of different colors. It makes people feel dizzy and sick, as if some kind of constantly changing oil paint is constantly spraying on it. The ground floats and rolls.
"It's ugly, right?" Yeka said with some complacency, "But this thing, even Laura and Middleria, they all want to get this scroll from me. This is a pure witch's prop-"
Gwen's eyes widened, and Curblade's eyes widened as well.
The two looked disbelieving, which made Yeka feel discouraged, "Okay, it's a pure replica of the witch's props. One of the more famous props among the witch's props is called the closed-loop monitor, and this is its replica. .I was once responsible for the installation of a series of surveillance cameras for the Fellowship, and I left a lot of backdoors in them to facilitate the use of this prop of mine."
"Isn't it illegal to leave a back door?"
Yeka blinked, "Then what? Are you going to report me and put me in jail? Come on, in Utopia, who does things without leaving a way out? Even the workers who repair the underground carriages know how to leave a way out, especially in Utopia. Before the authorities came to power.”
After saying that, she started adjusting the props.
Gwen asked Curseblade: "What happened before the authorities came to power?"
"This is the age of lords, and the carriages are the personal belongings of the lords, so they pay more attention to privacy——"
"Place……"
"So they will silence the people involved in the construction to protect their secrets. Of course, Yeka said this with a little emotion -"
Yeka snorted beside him.
"Because it's not that this type of thing ended after the authorities came to power, but because the number of construction engineers is getting smaller and smaller, and the prices are getting more and more expensive. The lord commanders discovered that they only needed a bag of gems to hire them from the beginning. The architect needs almost five boxes of gems, and more and more people cannot afford to hire them. If you go to kill the architect, it may not be the authorities taking action against you, but the captains of other carriages taking action against you."
"It's an unimaginable unfolding."
"Reality is more illusory than stories, right? Many times when the fantasy works we think of need to have a touch of absurdity, we don't need to make it false, we only need to make it true, then it will be absurd enough."
Colorful colors have appeared on the oil paintings hung on the wall by Yeka, and slightly distorted pictures appeared in them. "Okay, most of the lenses I have arranged are nearby, used to collect intelligence and have control." Market rules, and entrances are used to control the number of train purchases..."
"So powerful?"
Gwen's eyes widened with surprise.
Cursed Blade coughed lightly and patted Gwen's... lower back. At this time, she was a little afraid to offend this guy who had been a bit corrupted recently. She didn't know what would happen to him. But when Gwen looked over,
She pointed at several spots on the painting with her fingers.
One is the menu board at the entrance of the takeaway restaurant, where you can easily see the specials.
One spot is facing the market, and you can also see specials.
…
"It's just, this..." Yeka scratched his face and said with a slight blush, "...the right takeout at the right time, that's all!"
In fact, should you be someone who is always waiting for special food and orders it when you have some free time?
Gwen understands.
When I walked to the oil painting, I found that this perspective was somewhat similar to the makeup mirror that Cat Varro sold to me. They were both lenses with a non-rigid perspective switch, just like the perspective of a cat lantern. It was very
Comfortable and doesn't look dizzy.
The place Gwen paid attention to was a resting pavilion in the station tea hall. Utopians are very obsessed with tea. A person can skip eating but cannot skip drinking tea. For Utopians, there is this kind of thing that sounds too extreme.
Proverb: Standing in a teahouse is quite similar to Mr. Lu's famous novel Kong Yiji that Gwen read when he was young. A teahouse has a counter, and most Utopians drink tea standing.
Recently, Utopia left the cold winter carriage, survived the long night, and the warm summer came suddenly.
Among them, there are many Rongens who suffer. Many Rongens have furry ears, especially the specialty of Utopia, a type of Rongen called Ice Wolf Rongen, but they are actually Samoyed Rongens, with fluffy white fur.
They have dog ears and thicker hair, and they are more delicate and good-looking. Watching them walk into the teahouse, take off their hoods, and reveal their wet dog ears, the softness in their hearts is triggered.
Gwen looked not just to see these white-haired dogs wiping sweat and drinking tea, but also showing their cute tiger-toothed smiles.
But to get some useful information from their barking sounds that are full of unknown meaning.
…
"Sukawang!" The person who spoke was a beautiful young man with big eyes, a slender swan neck, and delicate collarbones that were enough to ignite—no, pure enough.
"That hotel actually exploded! Where else do I want to stay for a few days..."
"Lie!" His companion tugged hard on his fluffy white tail. "You're already standing here drinking tea with me. You, Suka, still want to live in such an expensive place?"
"Can't you just dream!"
"How's the damage to the Butchers Hotel? Ugh."
"It seems that two towers were blown up, right? It seems that two high-end suites are missing. Probably, a small half is paralyzed and cannot be operated. Currently, the armored squirrel emergency team has to slowly drag it to the maintenance garage..."
…
After getting the news, Gwen was still a little surprised: "They bombed that hotel?"
Isn't this too crazy? But Gwen realized that the mood in his heart at this time was not extremely shocked, but just a little surprised, as if he instinctively felt that the other party might do this. Kill the special commissioner of the authorities and
It's not just something like killing an imperial envoy. The authorities are not a completely rational political group. They have internal struggles, but they will show a rare quality to the outside world, that is, they would rather suffer a loss than kill the enemy.
The authority's special agent was killed, which meant that the authority was seriously provoked. Letting Long Yan deal with it is just to give face.
The authorities' troops are on the way.
If it was really done by some extreme pagan elements, then there might be a glimmer of hope for them to escape into the wilderness at this time...
But that's not crazy at all.
The real madness is knowing that if you stay, you will definitely die, but you still continue to provoke the authorities, blowing up the building of the Butchers Hotel and paralyzing it.
So frenzied, so provocative.
This is like a top athlete.
"It is also to destroy the evidence and let the story start again. No matter who the perpetrator is, he has only one clear goal, which is to increase the number of suspects. The original suspects have been locked between you and Long Yan and the two of you.
But now after this thing exploded, the original evidence has disappeared. Even if you and I say that the suspect is in the original suspect, we can't limit the evidence."
There is a special punishment configuration in Utopia, which is the principle of disbelief.
The principle of disbelief means 'do not believe the existing clues from any suspect'. Among the people who discovered the clues yesterday, only Detective Lal had enough credibility. When Detective Lal died and the entire discovery scene was blown up, people
Anyone can be a mind flayer, anyone can be a member of a cult.
The battle royale is about to begin.
…
"Are you worried?" Curseblade asked.
"No. I have become another person. I have deeply entered the core of the ghost story. I know how to do it." Gwenkong shook his hand, "Next, we will collect intelligence for many nights.
, many nights I will go hunting, Cursed Blade, will you help me?"
"I can."
There was some expectation in her words: "Kill. After you abandon your reason, the power you can unleash may satisfy my wish and one of my ideas."
"Your idea?"
"I am an indulgent person. But I am also a person who pays extreme attention to safety. I think the most important thing for people to live in this world is safety. Live safely and work safely and healthily, so that you can enjoy more
Fun. To fulfill the safety guidelines for all items that can be enjoyed, so, I help you and you help me?”
Even though what the other person said was unclear, Gwen could still feel that the madness in the other person had calmed down slightly. This person's thoughts finally changed back to those of a normal person. This change was like that of a cat owner.
People can subtly feel the emotions of cats. This has to make Gwen feel the benefits of going crazy again. After going crazy, these people will suddenly talk to you about truth and dreams.
"What are your big plans?"
Yeka's expression was a little confused and curious, mixed with a bit of Utopian-style vigilance and caution. Utopians are a kind of creature that likes "don't spill blood on me" type of creatures, but they also particularly like to stir things up. It can be said that
To a certain extent, they are more like animals.
Like now.
She clearly felt that the two people in front of her might talk about some very dangerous topics, but she couldn't help but want to inquire about the news. This idea was obviously very utopian.
"Prepare for winter."
Cursed Blade said.
"winter?"
Yeka's face was full of doubts, "Didn't the frost carriage pass just now? It will be warm weather next time."
"It refers to the current environment. Changes are coming soon."
Cursed Blade rubbed his temples, "I hope Long Yan can be controlled."
"How can she control it?"
Yeka's face was full of curiosity.
"Enact a curfew law. If he has staff around him, they will definitely urge him to pass the curfew law."
Gwen has always admired the political sensitivity of Curse Blade. Even though this time the other party said the law to be passed without any reason, she still calmed down and thought about it. Why would Long Yan be smart enough to enact a curfew? Curfew Law
It is a kind of ban that prevents people from going out at night. It usually leads to many injustices, falsehoods and mistakes, and brings a sense of a reign of terror while maintaining stability.
"Separate ordinary people from the disputes between the Yuanlishi and the members of the cult, and then the entire Utopia is likely to become the battlefield for the Yuanlishi, and a heretical activity that is destined to fail to fight back against the authorities will begin."
"Why?" Gwen couldn't understand. If the fate of resisting the authorities was already doomed, why would the heretics add fuel to the flames?
"Because this is an excellent opportunity, an excellent opportunity to become an 'immortal'. Although I don't know what the specific ritual is, it is related to the disgusting cannibal ritual. Paganism passes the highest level of internal
Ritual methods, trying to become immortal, escape from utopia, and get your own way in the slow galaxy."
"So scary?"
Cursed Blade showed a somewhat disdainful expression: "But even if all the pagan members on the Fellowship are sacrificed together, there is probably only a very low probability of creating an immortal..."
Gwen understood immediately.
"Even if the probability is extremely low, there will be people who want to grab this opportunity, right?"
"Yes, therefore, the Immortal is the source of suffering for us Utopians."
When Gwen understood this sentence, it was already the morning of the next day after they came out of Yeka's workshop.
For a moment, Gwen could not recognize that this was the botanical garden where they had a brief rest yesterday. One-third of this botanical garden was severely damaged. It was a headache for him, a genuine mind flayer, to be filled with the corpses of pagan members whose hearts had been roughly dug out.
The floor was covered with several fellow crew members wearing high-top military boots cleaning the floor. It was really like, 'You guys, come out and wash the floor!'
Exited the botanical garden.
Gwen only had one thought about the street, and that was that she suspected someone summoned a giant husky last night...
A lot of the railway lines are broken, and they are currently being replaced with temporary ones.
The billboards and the authorities' loudspeakers - especially the loudspeakers - were pulled down and thrown to the ground.
Newspapers, bullet casings and other valuable rubbish were everywhere.
There were also spoiled cans of purified fish scattered all over the ground, making the smell of the whole place unacceptable.
You must wear a filter to pass.
Gwen and Curse Blade finally waited for a commuter train that could return to the Sniper Cat. After getting on the train, they read the newspaper and found out:
"Last night alone, there were 25 pagan shopping malls and 68 ghost stories, of which the mind flayer incidents accounted for 32%..."