Gwen went to bed early, and fell asleep sweetly, accompanied by the gunshots and explosions familiar to Utopians, as well as bumps and heart-rending screams.
Outside the room where he snores, outside the tower, outside the Sniper Cat.
A mechanically synthesized female voice that was sweet but devoid of any emotion was announcing something:
"The per capita number of guns held by fellow villagers has reached 23 this year, oh, what an amazing figure. The per capita number of military launches is 25, and the average number of military launches per capita per week, excluding the number of military launches fired into the body, is 4 per week, ranking
The top twenty trains in all cities and towns. The per capita happiness index is 73, which is the lowest among all trains. Oh, from the data point of view, we are in purgatory on earth..."
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"But the Fellowship is indeed one of the top five happiest carriages." Gwen's current colleague, the gentle Ms. Serena, complained to Gwen while eating omelette bread, "Last night's big debate was as bad as ever, the data
What does it represent? Data does not represent anything including itself.”
Compared with Gwen, who was fully asleep and whose black hair, even with some lava red hair, was full and smooth draped over her body, Serena almost seemed as if she had never slept at all.
The woman with thick dark circles under her eyes exhaled:
"Of course, it also means that we work overtime. Working overtime is the worst thing in the world. Please come and help us today, Gwen."
"You're welcome." Gwen sat sideways on the large sofa specially prepared in the reception room of Serena's house, watching the other party push over the mobile coffee table filled with documents.
"My job is purely mechanical. I memorize a few numbers, and then find the number of occurrences in a file. Then, through decoding, I find the corresponding Utopia character..."
Serena is a rare ‘home worker’ in Utopia.
A magnificent little train, including a three-story mansion car where you live, a two-story natural botanical garden, a rented car with a built-in one-story underground black market and above-ground supermarket, and three warehouse cars... Serin owns this luxury train.
Na's job is to decrypt and restore witch technology, and also includes some intelligence analysis work.
Due to work requirements, Serena often has to turn on the radio at night.
Gwen didn't listen to the water broadcast last night, but it seemed that there were some disturbances in the fellow villagers, and the scope of the Mind Flayer's crimes was also slightly changed, and it was more inclined to "go to other places to commit crimes." Gwen leaned on
My own dragon's tail suddenly reminded me of the pillow that was accidentally worn to pieces by my own horns.
"Were what you said on the radio yesterday serious?"
Along with the office coffee table, there are also some breakfast items, including crispy jerky made from purified fish, fish cubes with cheese and cheese, bonito meal salmon rolls...
Gwen's expression changed and she glared at Serena:
"Why did you start?"
"Well, isn't it the Lava Cat Dragon or the Blazing Cat Dragon... It's not a branch of the Jade Dragon. The variants of the Copper Dragon and the Bronze Dragon can also be crossed out..." Serena was quite interested, and then asked in disbelief, "
You know you have a handicap among immortals, giant cats, and some undisclosed witch ladies, right?"
"What handicap?" Gwen felt something was wrong.
"It's just a bet on what kind of dragon you are."
"Nonsense!" Gwen's eyes widened.
"I'm not messing around!" Serena said righteously, "In the witch world, knowledge is paid, and knowledge about dragons is very, very expensive, so this bet is fair to a certain extent. They are not opening the handicap.
The bet is on what specific dragon you are, but on the phylum, class, order, family, genus, and species. The more accurate the bet, the bigger the odds will be, and the more..."
Serena is like an old poisonous dog, and she loves to talk about Gwen's handicap.
Gwen calmed down and looked at Serena, "What did you do?"
"I didn't get off."
"Um?"
"The closing time hasn't come yet, and the odds haven't reached their maximum yet. Why should I be anxious? I still have a chance to find out your secrets."
The moral standards of the people in Utopia are probably enough to become the twin stars of a model city with civilized moral standards together with the people of Gotham. It may not be close, but not by much.
"What I said on the radio yesterday is not as serious as your handicap. It was mainly a joke."
Serena took out a document and gave it to Gwen and warned: "Find some logical points. The common points in these witch texts are difficult to decipher."
Gwen read the original document and thought silently:
"Of course it's difficult to crack. How do you crack Chinese, Japanese, English and a little French text? Oh, there are some cat lantern words in it."
"Not only can I help you find logical points, I can also help you decipher some of the contents..." Gwen said.
It was precisely because he understood the special circumstances of Serena's job that he chose her job as the target of help.
Serena nodded and said without any surprise:
"Everyone who joins the Explorers Association does have their own abilities. I'm sorry to bother you, I'll give you a 40% commission."
It’s only 40%. Those who build the platform are really amazing.
Gwen stuck out his tongue subconsciously, with a common dissatisfied expression on his face, which made Serena happy: "45%, you have to know that these sources of goods are mine, and these orders are all because of me.
Come on, I still have to take all kinds of risks..."
This place is a bit like a law firm, where cases become a resource.
But it's normal.
Witch technology can be regarded as a ‘bug’, a bug that allows the witch to intervene reasonably.
After communicating with many cat lanterns and even talking to the Eternal One, Gwen confirmed a few things.
First, Utopia is backward and impoverished for the entire society of witches, and even for a single Lord-level witch in it.
Second, Lord Witches are rare and require a lot of prerequisites.
Third... Utopia is a very poor place for the entire witch society, but it is also a good place for individual witches to make a fortune.
Therefore, the opportunity to 'contact with witches' provided by Witch Technology has become crucial. Witches are cunning legal creatures, and their excuses for contacting Utopians are 'product maintenance' and 'after-sales service'. Even Witch Lord
Even the masters can't stop them!
The person who has mastered the witch language, that is, Gwen, can naturally play a greater role in this cause.
At the same time, it can also satisfy some personal curiosity.
"What happened to the broadcast last night? I slept well..." Gwen pretended to pick up the article and professional tools and start translating.
Serena was originally worried and wanted to remind her, "You haven't turned to the processing side of the dictionary", but seeing that Gwen was already translating word by word quickly and even polishing it, she didn't say anything (in Gwen's opinion, she
It has slowed down more than ten times).
She said: "You know, this is Long Yan's original creation. Those big loudspeakers that make people crazy, he seems to think that placing these loudspeakers on the whole train and broadcasting some data from time to time will help to civilize the Utopians.
, in fact, everyone is eager to give them a shot."
Serena was a little uneasy, and the energy in her body showed some anxiety.
Gwen used magic to take a look, and like an old Chinese medicine doctor, she could tell at a glance that this was some kind of anxiety disorder after overtime and complications caused by the body being in sub-health for a long time, well, both psychologically and physically.
Then he breathed out:
"Last night was hard, wasn't it?"
"Actually, it's okay. I'm used to it." Serena yawned, put on a smile, and picked up the bitter tea, "With this and a whole pile of work, I can be energetic all day long."
Gwen shook her head:
"But you look very tired, you should rest."
"Rest? I haven't heard this sentence for a long time."
"Then you might as well catch up on some sleep first?"
Serena was stunned for a moment:
"Catch up on some sleep? But..."
With Gwen's concerned eyes, Serena was once again in a daze.
"A Utopian will not let another Utopian take a break, especially when the two are still colleagues."
Serena was going to express tactfully, "We are not very close, and we are alone in the same room. Isn't it not good to let the other person sleep?"
Gwen blinked, already accustomed to the arrogant character of the Utopians. She raised her hand and waved:
"Then you can sleep outside. I just saw a couch outside before I came in."
This man's physical health has reached a critical state.
It all depends on the strength of the source.
It seems that everyone from Kenny to Sydney to Squirrel Girl has had this problem.
That means Yuan Lishi doesn't take his own body seriously at all.
Gwen was a little angry, not that he cared much about this kind of thing, but his source of power was the attribute of warmth, and not speaking out when encountering such things would cause fluctuations in his inner thoughts, and fluctuations would weaken his source of power.
Ability. Before magic power completely replaces source power, Gwen still has to maintain her personality in the source power world.
But, apart from that, these Yuanli users really don't like to take their bodies seriously.
Just like an old martial artist Gwen met!
I kept practicing Iron Sand Palm by inserting iron sand into it, and finally got metal poisoning and lay down in it!
One trip to the ICU, he even went to the martial arts gym! In the end, he even donated thousands to crowdfund for medical treatment!
"Well, you really want me to rest?" Serena couldn't help but ask.
Gwen nodded: "Isn't it just to help you call someone to help?"
"Go to sleep. Just remember to treat me to lunch when you get up."
Serena felt that Gwen was not a Utopian. After repeated doubts and feeling physically exhausted, she still accepted the offer a little awkwardly. Isn't that what people are like? If there is no second way, one road will lead to darkness.
I will never regret it. But if there is another more comfortable way, I can't help but think about it.
"That……"
Gwen waved to Serena who still wanted to say something, smiled and said:
"Go quickly, before the cat lamp takes over your bed..."
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At the same time, at the other end of the Fellowship.
In a somewhat dilapidated library, an old professor was studying scrolls. The candlestick beside him... had been knocked off by the cat lamp. A glowing fat cat stayed in the position of the candlestick to provide light. There was still light on the ground.
The half-candle with candle tears shows how ferocious the cat lights are in competing for jobs.
Professor Enrique was invited to this impoverished library to provide basic education funded by Long Yan to the children in the lower carriage area.
At the same time, I also came here for the dragon knowledge in this library.
Dragons possess extremely powerful strength and long lives, and even the abilities of the Dragon Utopians are far beyond those of other races by one dimension!
The people of Dragon Utopia don't even need source power, what flows in their veins is the deep red blood-like source power. Although the people of the four races were very smart at that time, they each drew a group of Dragon Utopias to become their 'own people', for example
Long Rongen, Long Shade...but their own strength is amazing enough.
This made him...fascinated by this kind of creature.
In particular, the personalities of most Utopians who transform into dragons tend to be dragon-like. This is a mystery.
——Huh-huh...
The wind blew the windows, and the cats playing cards by the windows dispersed. They meowed dissatisfiedly, as if they were complaining that the windows here were not closed properly.
"How naughty..." The old professor sighed, sat up, walked to the window with heavy steps, checked the edge of the window, and frowned.
A screw popped out of the steel sealing box, making it impossible to close the seal.
Now the lower part of the window seems to be opened.
"Meow!"
The old professor looked to the side and saw a newly taken out screw in the cat's paw.
Looking around the cat lanterns, there were three cat lanterns and a box of screws that had just been opened on an old bookshelf without books. Enrique felt that these cat lanterns did represent some kind of high-level social civilization.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why they are so cunning and humane.
"thank you."
The old professor smiled and took the screw from the cat's paw, which was warmed by the body temperature of the cat lamp, and then stretched out his hand to rub the cat's ears.
He turned around, bent down with difficulty, and put the screw in.
"Uh huh..."
This thing.
The old professor frowned and looked back at the cat lights.
Not the right size!
Sure enough, am I too naive to place my hopes on the selection of reasonable parts for the cat lamp... Enrique thought so, but as a Utopian, he had his own way.
Aren’t they just parts that don’t fit the size!?
"Mao Lanterns, find me a hammer."
Dong dong dong——
A hammer was handed over.
Enrique stretched out his hand to hold it with satisfaction, and then saw that the hand handed over was not a cat's paw, but a palm wrapped in a black yoga jumpsuit.
He raised his head a little stiffly.
I saw a pair of burning blue eyes, a pair of argali-like dragon horns, and...
A fist approaching quickly.
boom!
My brain was shocked! But there was no pain, but a warm feeling.
as well as.
The Utopian language spoken stiffly from this creature's mouth:
"Sleep, sleep."
…
Mind Flayer?
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Enrique fell asleep.
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The crew compartment of the Fellow train, Shad Security Office.
Natalie received a request for reinforcements from the black dogs of the Special Investigation Bureau, and a heart-stealing case occurred.
Xiong Luo took the people there.
When he saw that the place was actually a library, or a library in the subway area, he shook his head helplessly and asked the people from the Special Investigation Bureau:
"Where's the body?"
The people from the Special Investigation Bureau had expressions on their faces that were hard to describe.
Natalie pinched her chin and snorted seriously:
"It's not like the Mind Flayer has developed a new hobby, such as dismembering corpses, right?"
