"Occasionally, I miss the splendid ancestral home and the city wall that has stood in the quicksand and fields for thousands of years. That is my hometown..."
On the stage, there is a girl with gorgeous makeup and a white gauze skirt. The hem and tail of the skirt are automatically dyed red, symbolizing bleeding and flesh removal.
There are two people on her left side, one dressed as a knight and the other dressed as a hunter.
——Not the literal meaning of conventional understanding, but the utopian kind of knights and hunters wearing steam cans and bullet belts.
After she finished singing, the thick curtain was drawn down.
Thunderous applause.
Gwen rubbed her eyes and let out a small breath. It was a good night's sleep.
"It's so touching. I burst into tears at the feeling of returning home. It's a good show."
Mihayla wiped her eyes and wiped away the crystal under her eyes.
"Thank you, thank you! Thank you for taking me to watch this play. It's a very good write-up about homesickness, and the great teachers (actors of Utopia) are also very good. If you say it's better than Chobagrudiv, I'm not sure.
But I wrote my own thing, have you seen it? You must have seen it, ha!" Mihaila patted her thigh, her delicate little chin nodded to the rhythm of the music in the play just now, and she looked longingly again
Expression, "That's great!"
Gwen didn't watch the show and just had a good night's sleep.
Not to mention, this place is really suitable for catching up on sleep...
The renovated Foreign Theater opened successfully.
Due to Utopian customs on the first night, only people with official positions could come in. As a car captain, although Gwen did not have an official position, he was equivalent to a fourth-class official, so he could go in and even bring a companion with him. Originally, he had no intention of going.
, but couldn't bear the friction of Sparks, and finally he agreed. Mihaila quickly picked the peaches, bribed Mao Lantern, and asked Cat Lantern to do an urgent errand to call Sparks out...
Brother Mihaila is indeed a prankster.
Gwen saw that no one was looking at the small private room on the second floor, so she simply stretched.
It has air conditioning, dark colors, music, and although you still have to buy tea and refreshments, you don't have to spend ration tickets. It's a great place!
Although he didn't watch the show, he still read the following introduction and poster.
What was performed this time was a play called "The Golden Second Act of The Return of the Immortal" which was very cult in Gwen's opinion.
The play tells a story similar to the Wizard of Oz, but it is turned into a utopia. In the end, the cursed immortal becomes the boss and is divided and eaten by the protagonist and his group. This Sokka is for children and teenagers, in short.
Drama for young people.
But seeing how happy Mihaila looks...
It seems that the beautiful boy of Rat Dragon is also very young on the inside.
"What a comedy. I think the cat lights also like it, right?"
The cat lanterns who were nesting in the corner, eating, drinking tea and playing cards for two hours formed a cat tower and said in unison: "Meow! It's so beautiful! Meow!"
Mihayla rubbed her eyes and sighed:
"Who doesn't like a beautiful drama?"
People who don't understand don't like it.
Gwen smiled and climbed on the edge of the private room to look at the guards below.
Not surprisingly, they are all Welji guards.
The Tea Festival is coming soon recently, and Shad and Ron's guards have no worries about being hired. This is a high-EQ statement. If it weren't for the self-esteem of the Welji cats, the real statement should be "Now there is no one else to hire."
Except for guard Wilji, we can’t hire anyone else.”
Looking at the guard, he felt a little guilty.
Gwen was particularly worried that the large-scale destruction she had caused here would be revealed, but Cursed Blade said, "You are also a well-established car captain. If you avoid going to a theater, someone will always think about the possibility."
'", ah, 'possibility', these three words are tantamount to the most vicious sharp dagger!
Many times when some prisoners are caught, it's not because they didn't do well, but because others just don't like you!
For example, Ye Oyue in Death O's Notes. After he was targeted, L's mental journey was a vivid version of "I think you are a criminal", "Too arrogant = Qile", "Too low-key = Qile"
', Seriously, why not say, 'Because Ye Oyue entered the door with his left foot first, he is Qile'?
Therefore, what Gwen has to do is to come and go openly.
Never mind that "criminals may revisit their old places", there are cat lights in this place every night to enjoy free air conditioning! Are cats criminals? No way!
At this time, there was a sudden bump.
Mihayla was already very skilled in hugging her knees and sitting on the ground, while Gwen sat next to him.
He hugged his long gray hair and muttered and complained: "How many times has this happened? Why did the fellow go to the mountainous area? Long Yan's influence there is not as good as before. He would never let it go before.
We went to a high and bumpy area like a mountainous area! You have to understand that it is not as good as before. You have to understand... There are so many people like that. Seeing that he has been punished by the authorities recently, I feel that he has lost power."
Seeing his dissatisfaction, Gwen smiled: "I thought you would hate Long Yan..."
"I hate it, but it's here. Speaking to the outside world, do you hate Long Yan? Again, the fight is just between us. The outside world wants to bully us. What does this mean?"
This is true.
Although it seems that Gwen is currently being framed and wants to top up the cylinder for Long Yan.
But this contradiction is only limited to this train. In fact, as long as Gwen escapes from the Fellowship, Long Yan will most likely cancel the wanted order and find an excuse to invite him back in a year or two.
But Gwen is not that kind of person.
He doesn't want to compromise, he can't compromise.
If he nodded and bowed, his life would be more serious than killing him.
He is quite honest and will never let Long Yan have this good opportunity to slander him. He will never.
"So you think Curse Blade's hostility towards Dragon Flame is too much?"
"That's too much." He glanced at the cat lantern secretly and lowered his voice, "Don't you think Curse Blade has always wanted to cause some trouble for Long Yan? Although the death of the detective meant that you were involved in big trouble, but
Don’t you think that when you encounter this kind of thing, you should go to Long Yan and ask for details? Maybe, you are in the same group?"
What Pride and Prejudice.
Gwen smiled brightly and felt another shake, "Have there been more mind flayer cases recently?"
Mihayla is concerned about academics, but she is also concerned about the mind flayer case.
After hearing this, he said: "Well, there have been a lot of copycat crimes recently. Many people said that a red mind flayer appeared, which is very strange."
"All red?"
"He's a Mind Flayer wearing red clothes, so he's considered a copycat by default. Isn't this natural?"
"That's true."
Gwen didn't deny it.
After watching the play, Gwen pretended to go to the bathroom and wandered around the theater for a while. She would rather check out the rumor that it was 'easy to get lost'.
Although Fog Kill is a source of power that keeps its promise, it cannot control whether it will be triggered again. Therefore, Gwen needs to perform a certain degree of finishing work.
Even though there was no obligation to do so, Gwen thought that it would be better to leave a little way of survival for the people of Utopia who were in trouble.
The results of the inspection were very optimistic.
The source of the fog killing should be the strange relics, simply put, that painting. Later, he learned from Wilt’s words that, except for the original fog killing, the other fog killing oil paintings were essentially fakes. “It could be.
Such a large oil painting can also be a photo in a necklace, or in a pocket watch... in an ordinary photo frame, but we envy you, you can go anywhere..."
After the roots are taken away.
This weird story has no roots...
That’s not right, it’s considered to be lifted.
There is indeed no danger.
He went back relieved.
After returning to the private room, Mihaila glanced at his face, and then asked with a smile, "Have you finished the inspection... Ha, it must be nothing serious, right? I said, even the roots have been taken away, even if the rest is
If anything happens, it's just a matter of being frightened...you know." He pinched his high collar with his hand. In Utopia, formal clothes are always made of more fabrics. They are formal because of scarcity. He did not wear any women today.
Instead, he wore a high-collared black robe similar to that of a priest, and his long hair was tied into a low ponytail behind his back. "A monster that spies at night? When you walk on the street, you feel like someone is watching you?... That's all,
my friend."
Gwen nodded.
"That's right."
Mihayla smiled.
"But I'm not worried." Gwen said, "So, please accompany me on this trip in the evening to do some aftermath work."
Mihayla moved her lips, pouted a little, and cautiously suggested, "How about letting the sparks come?"
"You defrauded him of his tickets, but then you threw the work to him after you were done enjoying it. Can you bear it?"
"Be patient."
Mihaila rubbed her eyes with a compassionate expression, "Society is the best university. It may not be love, it may be pain, and pain may not be torture, it may be growth. May March bless the lovely Mr. Sparks.
Through this pain, I suddenly realized that even if he is Welji, Mao Deng will still cheat him..."
"That's good, but Sukka can't. You must accompany me."
His slender but plush rat dragon tail flicked, and it cracked like a whip, "Why are you taking so much care of Sparks?"
"Probably because if Sparks feels that he can't bear it anymore, he will put medicine in your cup. I am saving you, dear Mihira. Although the rat dragon is indeed resistant to toxins, Sparks is a graduate of a regular academy. If
If I want to make poison, I can get you some diarrhea and tiger-wolf medicine."
Saying this, Mihaila nodded gloomily.
The beautiful boy Mouse and Dragon is very good, but his level of fishing is almost comparable to that of Cat Lantern.
Apart from combat business, he does nothing else all day long.
Seeing his expression, Gwen pretended not to be able to see him. She smiled brightly and ordered another play. Then she unceremoniously adjusted her seat back and squinted her eyes to catch up on some sleep.
Then I smelled the mermaid-like fragrance of Mihira next to me.
Turning his head to the side, he saw the beautiful boy with the dragon lying down, staring at the ceiling, pouting, also trying to catch up on his sleep.
In order to work at night, even if it is a very small job, they must be mentally alert. After all, accidents are not uncommon in this world.
Sometimes if the information is missing, it may even directly hit the commander-level opponent...
Gwen was entrusted by the Cursed Blade, who asked him to cure this lazy rat dragon... Isn't it a coincidence!...Gwen originally did nothing except combat business, wouldn't it be nice for the two of them to fish together?...
...Suka's. Now he is forced to help with all the work. That day, Anmao was translating for a guest. The guest's child couldn't get away, so he went to help take care of it for an hour.
Suka!... Mihaila is not allowed to be lazy! Die together!
…
Night came smoothly, and the streets, the tunnels under the streets, the mine lanes under the tunnels, and the shadows were full of Utopian figures.
The huge theater was empty.
After getting enough sleep, Gwen used some tricks to make the two Wilgi guards sound asleep. Then she secretly went to the theater's warehouse and brought out a frozen roast chicken and a small bucket of wheat juice.
"Market price, um, um..." Looking at the menu, he counted the cost of the meal from his pocket, put a few private coins on the counter, took out a pen and paper, and imitated the receipt clerk's
The handwriting reads "10:16 p.m., one roast chicken and one small barrel of wheat juice."
He took the food back to the room covered by his source power.
Mihayla was already in high spirits, wrapping her tail around the test tube, testing the fusion of a certain solution with the material.
This kind of test can only rely on a lot of time and materials to try the results. No one knows what the melting sound generated by these bubbling liquids and a small piece of metal or other materials inside means.
Maybe it's a cross on the note, maybe it's a tick.
Mihayla tilted her head: "Did you get it from below?"
"Well, I gave you money."
"You really follow the law, haha." Mihayla was in a good mood. Even if the experiment failed, she couldn't move him at all. She ran over and shared the whole frozen roast chicken with Gwen.
The roasted chicken is baked with special cheese and butter. Even if it is frozen, it still tastes quite good. The meat is tender and melts in your mouth. It is indeed a roasted chicken that is three to four times more expensive than buying a frozen chicken. What about wheat juice?
, mainly because rat dragons like to drink it.
Gwen glanced at him and slowly sipped Utopia's spicy beer that tasted like soda water. "This is not called following the law. If we abide by the rules and regulations of the Fellowship, we wouldn't be here. This is called following.
Your own inner choice.”
"Want to have fun?"
"Just want to have fun."
The two of them ate and drank for a while. After they were full, they picked up regular items and began to inspect them.
Routinely checking whether there are any weird stories is relatively simple, but it will cause trouble for the staff who will open the theater tomorrow.
A batch of 'purifying salts' mixed with herbal powders is the main tool.
But what Gwen was worried about didn't happen.
After this batch of salt was sprinkled all over the key power nodes in the theater, no strange stories appeared, so it can be concluded that it is harmless.
But if something like this happens, a group of lives will be lost.
Therefore, Gwen also carefully left a flame mirror buried in the dressing room of the theater. If the source of kaidan appeared, she would take the initiative to send kaidan to the shadow world.
In the shadow world, Varro, the fat cat and lampcat, can have an excuse to kidnap Kaitan...
