The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 19
If you want to find ghost stories, you must turn to the local source messengers for help.

Gwen was assigned to protect the intelligence officer the mantle in the group and go to collect intelligence, but the mantle is a nocturnal animal.

After she knocked on the door of Gwen's room, she stood close to the stove, read a book, and fell asleep for a minute or two after reading a few pages.

Just when Gwen guessed 'couldn't cats in this world also fish? 'The time came when night came.

The manul instantly turned into a charged cat and became more energetic.

…………

When walking in the vast carriage of the Old Countryman at night, Gwen calmed down and slowly looked at the street on the carriage.

The streets are paved with black bricks and are slightly uneven.

The red brick walls of the simple building are covered with posters of the Faceless Man in military uniform, and the brass horn on the building seems to form a tiny, tiny, prison-like thing.

This prison has order, tranquility, a vibrant life like the nineteenth century, and pain like the twentieth century.People are divided into three categories.

A class of people wearing clean clothes, strolling leisurely in the streets, accompanied by friends or protectors carrying submachine guns.

One is dressed like a soldier, like a post-apocalyptic person.Carrying a big bag on the street with a purpose.

The last category is the most numerous, and almost everyone is extremely ugly and wears shabby clothes or uniforms.People who seem to have been poisoned during their development, they are very primitive, but they still maintain civilization.Some are numb, some are full of passion, and some are roaring...

In the street, the gates of a tall red-brick castle-like building where the last group had gathered opened.

People in full military uniforms and pig face gas masks stepped out of it.

Behind him were dozens of soldiers with submachine guns.

He opened a piece of paper, picked up the loudspeaker, and shouted in a passionate voice: "Blessed are my compatriots, my compatriots. The No. [-] poverty-stricken house of the fellow villagers is about to recruit [-] laborers, [-] laundry Workers and [-] people who dispose of the corpses. If you have experience, please come and report, the No. [-] Workhouse will guarantee the daily food distribution, and the income of [-] rounds of ammunition per week..."

On the gate of the gloomy Red Castle behind him, there is a poster of a man in a faceless military uniform, which reads in bold red characters:

【No work, no food】

…………

Gwen slowed down a bit.

Looking at these people, he felt the distortion of the source force, a certain long-suppressed anger, but also a frightening frenzy.

Beside the manul, the girl with big cat ears and heavy hairy tail muttered: "I didn't see it."

"..."

"Mind Flayer, you are such a thoughtful, kind-hearted person." Tuman yawned, "...But even the origin messenger has things that cannot be changed, even in a beautiful story novel, determined to change the world The protagonist will also be hit by reality one by one, turning into a bitter face full of 'there is always a way'."

"I'm not kind."

Gwen put one hand in her pocket and shook her head, "And you're too pessimistic about the world."

If it was in my previous life, I would definitely be able to say 'the mantle can be melancholy Bobby'.

"It's not me who is pessimistic, it's Utopia, it's this train." Rabbit Man chattered, "As the source force messengers, we have special intelligence capabilities, although most source force messengers regard 'each other' as ' Spare material for promotion', but no joke when it comes to hospitality."

"As food, and hospitality?"

Gwen thought of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

"Curse Blade is a gentle and good man." Rabbit Man suddenly said to the unrelated person, and at the same time slightly tilted his head, his big eyes showed a little involuntary malice, "...the more powerful the source force messenger wants to pass the 'Way of Food' To improve yourself, you must enjoy the 'more powerful food', and the 'more similar' to yourself, the better. That is to say..."

Gwen pursed her lips: "...the master-student relationship? There is also the relationship between the helper and the helper."

"Hmm. So we can receive a lot of 'needless kindness' in the wild, so it's okay to sow more seeds."

The mantle tore off the turtleneck sweater he was wearing, and there was a hideous scar on his snow-white neck:

"My aunt is a very good person. She taught me knowledge, trained with me, gave me emotional help, and finally cried and wanted to eat me."

"..."

"You see, doing evil things with affection and good intentions is nothing new in our time."

For the manul, this is just a 'trivial' little thing.

As for Gwen, he even had the idea of ​​touching the head of the big cat.But it seems that the way of the mind flayer is not suitable for such a warm action.

He looked down at his hands.

"Mind flayer, follow me." Tumo said, and then this guy disappeared into the alley next to the poorhouse at a speed that didn't fit the 'lazy fat cat cat'.

Gwen could see clearly that the two pig-faced gas mask soldiers who were on patrol were flashed past by her with some special skills. The cat slipped in this frame.

The gesture reminded Gwen of a friend.That friend put forward a very interesting theory, that is, 'Is human perception consistent with reality? ', simply to describe whether the 60 seconds that human beings feel has always been accurate'really 60 seconds', if the reality happened for 100 seconds, but human beings can only feel 60 seconds, then the 40 seconds Is the time just extra or is it already there?

It seems that the force messenger can indeed do similar things.

Gwen learned.

He extracted a weak 'one frame', and through the simple technique of shrinking to an inch, he appeared in the alley as if teleporting.

pat.

He stepped on his little Martin boots on the ground, and at the same time, he turned his head and saw the cat's instinctive expression, just like that of a domestic cat when it sees a mouse for the first time, mixed with curiosity and fright, mixed with wanting to touch it.

then……

The manul had just landed, and even landed unevenly due to surprise. It poked the wall next to it with its thick and hairy tail and then shook it to maintain its balance.

"How do you do it?" she asked.

"..."

Gwen was hesitating to say which of the two sentences 'I'll see it at a glance' or 'I'll run over with some kind of skill', but the rabbit mantle had already patted the small waistcoat on his body, and said with a smile: "I Understood, it's the kind of footwork that hit the gray tower on the wall for three seconds, right?"

"..."

Gwen put it in her pocket.

Although it is not the same footwork, but the other party's understanding saves him from explaining again, and the more important question is:
"How did you know?"

"It's made by the Curse Blade." The catman didn't let out the kind of giggling that the Curse Blade would make, but Meow Meow couldn't stop laughing, and it was rare to be a little energetic.

"What did she say?"

Gwen didn't see that Curseblade liked to gossip about others.

"No, she took pictures, covered up the fire and flashes with her source power, took [-] pictures of Huita's embarrassing appearance and sold them to Huita's colleagues in the fellow car crew, earning about [-] I was given [-] rounds of bullets, because I can develop photos."

"Let her also give me a hundred rounds."

"why?"

"Because I hit the gray tower."

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