The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 17 Secret Investigation Team
Ding dong, the crisp doorbell rang, and Gwen, who was walking towards the door, sped up two steps.

"A neighbor?"

From memory, we can know that there is a very subtle class relationship in Utopia.Equality is real for all, but class inequality is also real, and in this fascinating social activity of elevating class, friends in the next car and in the same car are important and can be talked about with each other. As a talking point, not to mention being friends with each other, they are also parents to each other.

"Think about it, in the future when I go out, the first thing people will ask is 'Do you have parents?' but 'Aren't you a friend in the same car as so-and-so', which is also a good thing, so I don't bother to explain .”

Gwen cursed the social relationship, wishing to let her mind flayer power burst and dig out the heart of an enemy named 'social'.But he still rubbed his face with his hands...

His hands seem to have extraordinary magic power.

Gently rubbing, the coldness on his face seemed to melt away, and the corner of his mouth bloomed into a smile of roses in the flowerbed on the lawn under the sun.It was a charming smile that made people feel gorgeous, but it was painted with a soft and peaceful protective color.

Gently rubbing, warm and gentle emotions ooze from the delicate puppet-like face that makes people feel the uncanny valley effect.

Mind flayer mode. Social bull-X disease mode activated.

'Weather alright? 'The weather deck is ready.

'The train is very bumpy today! 'Series of car series cards are ready.

Lore' Ouch, handsome brother/sister, do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? 's sociability is ready for 'Irreverent and Deadly Brilliant Hitters' WMD.

Get ready and open the door.

I saw a black trumpet head-on, and a female voice came out of it:
"Good morning, Mr. Sleepy Mind Flayer!"

Gwen's hand that was poking at the opponent's throat was pinched, so she tilted her head, her eyes slid up, and met the eyes of Miss Curseblade who put down the horn.

She put on some makeup, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a tie. She wore a trench coat that detectives in TV dramas in her previous life loved to wear. Strict yet casual.

"It's an honor to poke someone's lung tube when we meet." Your enthusiasm is my honor."

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 life and death partners in the future?"

The curse blade said it, and moved away.

"Do you want breakfast?"

As she spoke, she stepped away from Gwen who walked out silently on the heels of her platform shoes.

"..."

Gwen nuzzled: "How is the Gray Tower?"

"It's okay, a few bones are broken... It's okay, for the originator, as long as the consciousness is clear, even serious injuries can be suppressed. This is what I admire about you, the will to fight, I think you are The kind of fighter who can bear the pain happens to be the candidate most needed by our semi-official secret agents. Of course, I'm not saying that the gray tower is bad, but..."

Squirrel Girl made a very ruthless analogy: "...he is like a mine-grade train that shelters 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 device."

"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 that sunny state where, as a man, she was more like a girl.

"He woke up, and he was very pleasantly surprised by your joining. Well, to be honest, he still thinks you are a dangerous person." Cursed Blade smiled next to him, "It was the first time I saw a face-changing person outside the neon-lighted train. For someone so fast, I’m so curious, what’s the real expression on your face.”

Gwen looked at her sideways with a gentle and bright smirk, blinked, and said, "A woman's curiosity about a man is the first step to her fall."

He pushed open the door of the carriage and walked in.

Curse Blade smiled: "Maybe Two-Face is more suitable as your code name than Mind Flayer."

"Don't be so rude."

The second floor of the reception car is the restaurant. When Gwen walked into the reception car, she saw Ms. Red Dog discussing a philosophical issue with Ms. Dark Cat, who was listless:
"You said, I'm from Ron, right? You're a Verge. There were Ron and Vergie a hundred years ago. We speak the same language and culture, and live on the same train. Why? Have we not been assimilated in the end?"

"Is there, is there a possibility..." Dark Cat yawned, "...we are actually being assimilated? In the past, a Ron who interrupted Wilkie's sleep might have his leg broken. "

The dark cat's cat ears twitched.

"Good morning, Gwen, the train is quite smooth today." Dark Cat greeted, and at the same time looked away from Cursed Blade, "I'm going to go out with Red Dog today. A group of people from I came back from the subway and said that I brought back some treasures for us to pick."

When Utopia, the giant island train, became the residence of the Utopians, it is not clear.But there is no doubt that people have inhabited this land for more than eighteen centuries!Further back, when the Utopians were not Utopians, there was a dynasty called the 'Grey Kingdom' that ruled Utopia, but that was already eighteen hundred years ago.

There are still many passages deep into the car body in the Utopian wilderness, and the subway system used in the Gray Kingdom era, there are people called 'rangers' and 'backpackers' who will explore inside, dig treasures and get on the train In exchange for bullets and living supplies.

"I hope you can gain something today." Gwen blessed.

Red Dog yelled: "Aren't you coming together? You just said the day before yesterday 'Miss Red Dog, I'm 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 joined hands and walked away tail-to-tail.

Gwen calmed down and walked up the stairs quickly. Unsurprisingly, he saw Cursed Blade following up, reading lines from some kind of drama in a rather yin and yang tone:

"Poor Walmart, played by her in the applause."

"I'm glad you're able to speak a few words of culture," 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 Curseblade still has such good grades. In Utopia, the grammar test is equivalent to the "civil service test", and it is very difficult to get a high score in it. After all, the Utopia authorities will only absorb good grammar exams. Members, and become an employee of the authority can get a lot of benefits.

Gwen entered the restaurant and saw the gray tower.The bear-eared Shad was gesticulating with a lazily yawning Welge.Beside these two people, there was a white-haired Welge boy who was bigger than Gwen and kept shaking his head while holding a book.

"My secret investigation team." Curse Blade said from behind, "Eat some first, I will introduce it to you later. By the way, let me introduce the common interests of the benefits you joined and the weak relationship between us, oh, and A good way of how to spot bullets and clay from the inside.”

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