The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 81 Have you learned? The squirrel and the strange goods can live in【万字】【Subscription】

The spies gave Gwen a hand.

If Gwen hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Gwen would never have imagined that a Shad as fat as Gray Tower could sneak into the basement of the hotel in front of him that was cordoned off and guarded by guards through the narrow exhaust vent. unimaginable.

The operation of the curse blade stunned Gwen even more.

After the most troublesome chubby bear successfully sneaked in, this squirrel-eared lady didn't know whether it was a sudden illness or a heartfelt jealousy, but she walked under the light openly—she didn't choose the gray tower all the way bushes ahead.

At the moment when the two guards raised their palms to indicate 'no entry and exit', Gwen, who was squatting on the utility pole like a cat, could clearly see a pair of bright blazing eyes in the exhaust vent of the basement of the hotel. With a sad and indignant look of 'ah, don't you fucking', he watched Curse Blade suddenly knock down the two guards with his stick like a terminally ill clown girl.

bang...

The MK652 rifle in the hands of the guard fell to the ground. This rifle is a degraded version of the MK47-A. It only has 15 rounds of magazines, and the inferior rifling and jerry-built guns adapted to large-scale private ammunition. It can be said that this is An SMG (submachine gun) in a rifle, but it's as awkward as the magazine of the male lead in a physical love movie starring Western Europe and Malaysia.

What was even more embarrassing was the crisp sound of the protective helmets that claimed to be able to 'block the attack of the originator' when the two guards fell to the ground.

...and the figure of the gray tower struggling to get out from the exhaust port.

"What are you doing, mud in Gan Shenmo?"

Huita was so angry that he couldn't speak, he couldn't smile, and his hands were coordinated with his feet (walking and turning).

"Stop yelling in front of my old lady, you bear. You've done this kind of thing the most in the past, but now it's as if nothing happened when the girl lifted her skirt?"

The aggressiveness of the curse blade overflowed.

"Hmm." Huita considered for half a second before suddenly widening his eyes, "But does it have anything to do with what you are doing now?"

"It's okay, but I just want to scold you."

"..."

Gwen took a breath of the cold air, straightened her waist, and fell forward, her head facing the ground.

Although it was night, he felt like he was in a swimming pool illuminated by the warm daylight. The air around him, everything around him felt warm, which made him sway gently when he was about to fall to the ground.As if the mermaid was about to rush to the bottom of the pool, she turned around, passed her figure, and tapped her toes lightly.

With such an elegant and gorgeous movement, why can't people be outraged?

Curseblade was the first to disagree.

She applauded in a strange way:

"I know the leader of the Swan Opera Girls. Are you interested in a part-time job?"

Gwen raised her eyebrows, showing shamelessness:
"Is it really possible?"

"..." Curse Blade said nothing.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Huita covered her mouth and suppressed a smile, "I already knew that Curse Blade and her sisters were 'really unfamiliar'. Seriously, you used to get us free tickets. What happened to her?"

"I recommend Gwen to go, not aimlessly."

Curseblade uses a utopian tongue-twisting phrase called [Ronen people don’t chase after bones without flesh], which can be translated as aimless. No.

As someone with a great face, Gwen doesn't care what people say about her 'like a woman' because that doesn't make sense.

As long as you can guarantee to kick the opponent's crotch, poke the eye, and add a few punches, the opponent will seem to open a sauce shop, and the salty, sour, and spicy shots will come out*... …(*Water Margin)
"Tell me?" Huita carefully stacked the guards together.

Non-lethal means are the tacit understanding between the authorities and the association, and it is also the difference between an informal association and a wanted association.

The Wanted Society wants to kill every black dog (guard of the authority), although the Ronen always protest 'Why do we always have a bad name? ’ But what I didn’t expect was that the Welgies were even more dissatisfied. ‘Doesn’t black cats sound better than black dogs? '.

Those who are not wanted should refrain from socializing and not causing death.

"The only thing that the female opera troupe is more feminine than the mind flayer sisters is femininity. Haven't you noticed? Every female opera troupe's lead dancer is in the shape of a little girl, and the biggest is no more than a chick. Pigeon. From this point of view, it will be of great benefit to them if Gwen goes in...they won't have to change the main dancer for more than ten years."

"Curseblade, have you ever been beaten for talking?" Gwen was full of curiosity.

"That's not it."

"You haven't said why you broke up with the foreman of that dance troupe, and you are the same as the leader of another small club? You have unreasonable expectations for the development of a wonderful relationship?" Huita rarely had a bit of yin and yang.

Curseblade spread his hands:
"No, it's just that after my size grew to this size, she cursed me for betraying the dance company... You have to understand that some people can grow to [-] meters without ears, while others can grow to [-] meters with ears. It's a matter of talent."

Gwen glanced at Curseblade's chest:
"Then your 'talent' is smart, and your 'talent' is visible to the naked eye."

"Thank you."

Just like Gwen's strategy in dealing with Curseblade's 'Lady Gwen joke', Curseblade listened to Gwen's 'body joke' as a compliment throughout the whole process.

Instead, the gray tower has begun to turn red.

…………

The original plan was to sneak into the basement quietly, climb the elevator shaft from the basement, climb all the way to the ninth floor, and then lurk to room 901 and room 903 where the crime happened-the poor hotel manager, that is a peacock root, after hearing I was very calm when people died in my hotel. Anyway, people die every day in Utopia. After hearing that my two rooms were pierced and smashed, I screamed. kill.

The plan is off to a great start:
Send a big, nimble bear to the basement first.

Nice, nice, beautifully done.

After that, a hot woman with squirrel ears and above D+ was sent in...

But this step went a little wrong.

Curseblade is such an unscrupulous person, and she broke the game with a stick. She vigorously grasped the pain points of the industry, completed the product iteration on the matter of breaking the defense of the gray tower, and developed a new track , Completed the point-to-point decentralized defense breaking business.

here you go.

Curseblade.

In this year's ranking, you are the MVP.

Since the plan had been shattered, Gray Tower had to prepare for the battle, so he picked up an explosion-proof shield and held it in his hand like a small leather shield... Well, it's not that exaggerated, but he held it in the shape of Gray Tower An explosion-proof shield still looks like a strong barbarian holding a round shield.Can't say it's terribly funny, but it's fun to watch.

This time, Gray Tower was at the front, Gwen was arranged at the end of the team, and the Curse Blade was in the middle, with the Curse Spear already embodied in his hand.

The purpose of this squirrel thing is not to "use the curse gun as the main attack", but to pour one's own source power into it, so as to keep one's own source power in a "relatively low" state.That is to say, artificially lowering one's own state performance, so that if the opponent regards the curse blade as a "long-range low-source power type", cutting her close may cause unbearable things immediately... This is the sordid curse Blade sisters.

The same is true for Gwen Station in the end.

The crispy-skinned mage who looks soft and weak is actually the team's Michael Jordan, who can be transformed into "Maikou, pedal!" in the next second! 'It's the same as taking a set of hanging jumpers or turning jumpers.

That's the gold in Gwen.

However, there are two melee masters in a team, so naturally a generalist must be added.

For example, like the manul... As long as you don't let her confront the enemy head-on, this guy can satisfy you anywhere.

"..."

"Do we really have to go this way?"

Huita looked worried, and when he lowered his voice to speak, his expression looked like a bear.

"Of course, the style of our secret investigation is to do things in an upright manner."

Curse Blade had a heartless expression, and she pulled her hat: "Besides, we still have to put a little pressure on our colleagues. The guards will wake up in about an hour or two, and the alarm will be blared If it rings, any teams behind us who intend to probe for clues will not be able to get in, and the information we get tonight will be very useful."

Well said.

But in essence, it is a squirrel species that harms others and benefits itself.

Gwen admired this style of behavior, and applauded her: "Keep this kind of bad comparison style, and our Secret Detectives will definitely become a star club that others will chase after at a glance."

"Don't worry, I'm using a copper lock stick. It's a broken stick that veterans on the battlefield love to use. The quality is okay, but it's heavy..."

"?"

"Even if you look for trouble, you can't find us. At most, you can find the veterans who were left over from the last pioneering battle..."

"Curse blade."

"?"

"You really are a peerless cub."

"Thank you."

…………

The flashlight held in Cursblade's hand gave off a disturbing faint glow.

There is a sinister and ominous atmosphere on the walls of the banned hotel, the pale walls and brown furniture are full of a feeling of contrast.There was a thin layer of mist on the ground, and the cold feeling engulfed everyone's nerves.The darkness licked by the flashlight, after scanning it, it seemed that something was still hidden inside.Although the gray tower's steps were heavy, there was no sound of footsteps.

They have already walked up the eight floors along the gate and through the stairs,

The morgue-like atmosphere of the hotel at night convinced Gwen that it was not surprising that the flight attendants of the authorities would die here.The psychological shadow and discomfort that this ghostly place gives people is simply the best place for a crab-legged society to hide.In Utopia, the power of the heart is stronger than that of any other world in the past... Well, the belief that the heart is magic is aside.

A place looks gloomy and desolate.

Then it is just suitable to be used as a venue for some evil rituals.

There was an unpleasant sense of crisis about this ghostly place.

Gwen felt the discomfort, the hostility.As if he was born with the same hostility against this darkness.He began to wonder a little bit, if he owned a train, what would he build it like?But at this moment, he kept walking forward again, mechanically following the pace of the curse blade, looking at the writhing squirrel tail and buttocks of the opponent.

The mental exhaustion from the constant repetition goes away quickly.

The moment they walked into the ninth floor.

The source force warning fire was turned on.

First, dozens of rays of light swayed over, and then there were dense clicking and clicking sounds of guns being drawn out, and that kind of sense of crisis that can only be known if you have actually faced it, as if dozens of guns were pointed at yourself!

A slight red appeared on Gwen's cheeks, and the high temperature burst from his body, and the source force was about to be aroused.

At this moment, Curse Blade said without looking back: "Stop."

stopped.

Only then did Gwen see what was in front of her.

About a dozen men dressed as detectives in the same trench coat as them were pointing flashlights at them.One of them, who looked a bit like a child, turned his head away after clicking his tongue, and muttered, "There's another team... Is it easy to find some work these days..."

"I knew this place was unreliable."

"It's really annoying, it's not good to handle cases in this kind of place, a tourist attraction, everyone wants to come and participate..."

The complaints became louder and louder, but everyone still controlled the volume so as not to disturb the guards.

Gwen saw the Curse Blade and winked, and the two of them slipped into rooms 901 and 903, which had been checked several times, with a guilty conscience.

Inside, two other men and women who appear to be twins are examining it.

Seeing them coming, he politely gave up his seat.

At the same time, he kindly said:
"The source power has been annihilated, and it is difficult to get any useful information."

"Thank you." Cursed Blade was also unexpectedly polite.

After the two walked out, Gwen quietly leaned over, "There are many association members from other places here? They all..."

"Well, the batch inspected in the corridor just now is from the five giants."

"How do you tell the difference?"

Huita snorted coldly at the side: "Those are the ones with their tails up so they can't wait for people to lift their tails and blast them in."

He rarely used such extreme words to describe it.

But it is clear that Huita has a sensitive self-esteem of a country bumpkin.And the Curseblade didn't... Maybe it's because the Curseblade's hometown is not on the Homecoming, so it doesn't matter.

"Don't mess with the gray tower, come and get some test paper for me." The curse blade was still a bit sloppy, and unexpectedly found some clues that other origin messengers couldn't find.

She squatted on the ground, looking at a pool of almost ashes that had been destroyed by the destruction clues.

Gwen walked over and squinted for a moment.

He couldn't tell what kind of ashes it was, or rather, in his current view, this ashes were just ashes, with no other additional meaning.

"Have you found something?"

He didn't mind letting Curseblade pretend, as long as the other party wasn't a riddler and told what he found.

"Have."

Curse Blade nodded neatly, a serious expression appeared on his pretty face: "The bad news is that no matter what we say or do now, this group of crab-leg figures have already fulfilled their purpose. In other words, their goal has been achieved... This is not good news."

Reality is not a game.

Many of the cult incidents in Utopia that caused heavy losses were actually without warning, and when the murders occurred, they had already entered the stage of completion.Such is the cruelty of life.

Of course, Gwen now wants to know how Curseblade knows.

"My dear, it's just a guess," said Curseblade, "but unfortunately, I'm a woman who guesses well."

She grabbed the test paper that the gray tower took out, and after a few patient tests, she shook her head: "Different world dust, a kind of powder that can only be produced by calling creatures in parallel time and space, is very similar to ashes. It needs a whole source messenger as a sacrifice to complete it... It seems that the current thinking of the authorities is wrong, the attackers did not intend to attack the flight attendant, but the attack was carried out for the flight attendant's bodyguard."

"Very serious consequences?"

There is still a little bit of what can be called a 'sense of justice' in Gwen's heart.

"It's okay. If what we summoned was something from the starry sky, then we can immediately report to the authorities and leave with [-] military supplies, which is worthy of our sense of justice and keen sense of smell."

As the curse blade said, he carefully put away the ashes and let the gray tower deposit them.

Then, she destroyed the ashes with one kick, destroying the corpses and destroying the traces!

"But this summoning is to summon the monsters of the dark world, so we don't have to worry too much about its destructive power. Besides, this association has already fled to the wilderness...Let me add a lesson to you, the monsters of the dark world need a lot' Monster's life' to recharge, the stronger the more monsters need to replenish. Therefore, only the monsters in the wilderness will suffer..."

"Then why don't we keep five hundred for military use?" Gwen didn't think Curseblade was a troublesome guy.

"of course not."

Curse Blade smiled sinisterly: "What we have to do is wait for this reward... to increase the price! In my opinion, I think it can be raised to [-] to [-] rounds for military use!"

It is a pity that this squirrel was not arrested like her parents and grandparents.

Especially Gwen heard the voice of a new team joining in outside the door, and the voice of the new team:
"Damn it, someone knocked the guard down!"

"Who the hell is so wicked?"

Curseblade.

Gwen gave the answer in her heart, and saw the anger suddenly bursting from the face of the curse blade, she stood up, turned around, walked to the door, and kicked the door open: "Is that bastard so wicked that he knocked down the guard? Don’t know if this will make them vigilant? Alas, that’s all, I can’t get any clues! Let’s go... Gray Tower, mind flayers, let’s retreat!”

On the way out.

Both Gwen and Huita looked at Curseblade several times, and had a new understanding of how shameless this woman was.

But without waiting for them to say anything, Curseblade reached into his pocket and took out two military bullet rolls worth fifty rounds: "This is our team's funds, and I will give you two some bonuses. This time If the reward can be successfully obtained, the money will be doubled and put into the team's fund pool, and at the same time, a bonus will be given to the rabbit mantle and sparks who did not come, and a recruitment fund will be given to the red dog and dark cat."

"Reasonable."

Seeing the bullet's eye open, Huita had nothing to say.

"I want ice cream." Gwen tugged on Huita's windbreaker directly, and asked the bear to show him delicious ice cream.

Seeing how the two of them spent their bullets, Curse Blade shook his head: "...Really, if you have any needs later, remember to make a statistics. We have no funds for forming associations, basically all groups A little of the funds is used for maintenance. So in essence we are an interest cooperation group, and the funds are also used to meet the needs of the team members.”

After returning to the RV, Gwen first looked at the Gray Tower and put forward the demand of 'purchasing a batch of board games from "Giant Publishing House" and "purchasing "Book of Lakmir. 1918 Reprint". The former is The Welji people love to play, and considering that the number of Welge people in the club began to occupy an advantage, Xiong Xiong had no choice but to quickly establish a good relationship with Welge's ladies!
The latter is because the "Book of Lakmir" has a very high status in Utopia's mystical world.

The price is also very unfriendly, but it is a must to buy a volume and bring it back to the association, because the book of Lakmir can provide a lot of occult common sense, as well as the common method of distinguishing crab legs, and more importantly, it can Greatly increase the upper and lower limits of newcomers.

There are very few channels for purchase, as can be seen from the number of distributions.

First edition, 26 copies.

KRA edition, 71 volumes. (castrated version)
1477 edition, 82 copies. (castrated version of the castrated version)
1629 edition, 18 copies. (Castrated, but not completely castrated version)

1768-Judu Edition, 15 copies. (castrated version of the castrated version)
1918 reissue, 29 copies (castrated version)
It can be said that this kind of precious book in Utopia is like a dragon-slaying skill. It has a terrible curse. Almost every publisher who is willing to publish will end up bankrupt and die.The curse that even the captain of the giant city can't stand... It's rare, and it also brings about the expansion of value.

It was on Gwen's rare list of lately-acquainted books.

Therefore, I don't think that the curse blade can handle this matter at all. This is no longer something that can be purchased with bullets, and it has something to do with the channel.

But the curse blade seemed to be on the hook, and nodded coldly:

"Well, I'm going to see if I can buy it in my channel..."

"It's best to buy." The Gray Tower seems to be more responsible than the Curse Blade in this regard, "...Our number recruits a few more good players, and we can apply to be independent from secret investigations. At that time, we will be a complete team. Small Society, don’t need to be constrained by secret agents in many ways... It’s not that they are bad, but that our team only got a little compensation when we escaped last time.”

"Secret investigation is very loose after all, but you are right, it is much more reliable to break away and maintain a good relationship than it is now."

Curseblade looked at Gwen while talking.

"What about you?"

Gwen said according to her own needs:

"Then I need blue-faced silver, channels, information, or secret rooms and tunnels in the wild where monsters are hidden. As long as there is news about blue-faced silver, I want it."

It is unrealistic to buy directly, and the price of blue-faced silver is really high and unaffordable.

Then it's better to go 'sideline production'

…………

The RV is spacious enough for three people.

There are two floors, one floor and a couch that can be used as a bed.The second floor is naturally exclusive to Gwen. He is the smallest in size, and the relatively small sleeping space on the second floor is enough for him.And the first floor is the curse blade. Ms. Squirrel Ears is a lady after all, so she can't sleep on the sofa.For Xiong Xiong, it's a pity that he couldn't sleep on the floor. It would have been nice if the cats were here.

There is also a small hall in the caravan, which is very small. It has the feeling of a booth in an ordinary family-style fast food restaurant, and it is a bit like the rented small hall of an Internet cafe.Domestic water and food need to be purchased along the way.

These are rare life experiences.

Therefore, Gwen patiently followed Huita to buy daily necessities bit by bit.

The first is water, pure water is not expensive in Utopia, which seems to be different from the deal in many doomsday novels, but there is a reason for it.First of all, there are many lakes on Utopia itself because of the 'boiler room', so the water in it is distilled water grade... and it is naturally warm.Secondly, Utopia has an incredible water circulation system, which can be owned by almost every train.

It only took fifteen rounds of water to get enough water for three people to take turns taking a bath and drink a bucket-level amount of water overnight.

It was probably a water tank truck about three meters long and two meters high.

Connect the water tank truck to the RV, and then connect the five water pipes with different locations.

This looks faster than hooking up a computer.

Then there is the air purifier, Utopia’s air purifier can provide a transparent bubble that looks very magical, continuously provide purified air inside, and also undertake the function of oxygen supply under extreme conditions.

Occasionally, Utopia suffers from hypoxia, because there are areas with particularly high altitudes on it. At the same time, there are also places with relatively high altitudes in the illusory sea that Utopia sails. Where does this endless railway lead, or is it another cycle?No one can answer it, and the creation of [Second Utopia] is also the dream of many people.

This thing is a small ball that is one meter high and one meter long, with a simple wheel chassis design underneath, and it can be connected to a car of the same size.

After connecting these two gadgets.

Only then did Gwen find out, isn't this TM going to be a train!

Utopian people's love for trains is not without reason.

"Okay, this is basically enough for us to use for two days. If it's not done tomorrow, we'll just go and replenish the water." Huita looked relaxed.

Great, our RV has become a train with two carriages... Gwen thought so, took off his coat and hung it in the small cloakroom, kicked off his boat shoes at the same time, and walked up to the second floor of the RV. On the not-so-soft but comfortable bed board, he took off his socks and rubbed his ankles.

The hidden wound left by the previous fight with Li Qi?

Gwen didn't want to admit that she had too much fun with the Curseblade and sprained it while dancing.

Quietly aroused the princess with a single eye of fire, healed herself with warm source power, and then drank the internal bruise treatment medicine given by Huo Huan, feeling the body repair comfortably.

"Gwen?" Gray Tower's voice sounded.

"Huh?" Gwen put down the book, poked his head out, and saw Huita turning on the TV on the sofa... Yes, Utopia also has TVs, but it needs a particularly large signal pot to use them.

Really amazing technology...

Well……

It seems to be...Gwen watched the ball game on TV and probably knew what Gray Tower wanted to ask, but he still didn't act like he knew.Sometimes people get along with each other, don't be so shrewd and clever.

There are plenty of places in the world where you can show your wit and quick wit, so be a 1984 Sherlock with the gentlemanly demeanor and grace and suppleness of movement, not the 2010 one, which of course isn't 2010 No, but, not so Sherlock Holmes.

He wants to ask me if I can watch the team of the fellow play football...

"Today, the Abandoned City Maquis team played against the Abandoned City Islands team. It's a strong civil war."

Huita put his hands on his belly, like a greasy cat lamp: "There is also the Hometown Heavy Artillery team playing the Hometown Shotgun team. Which game do you want to watch?"

Since Xiong Xiong is a pure bumpkin, he must have wanted to see fellow villagers kick the returnees.

Although Gwen wanted to see the world's top teams*, but considering his colleagues, he pretended to think about it:
"Look at the fellow countrymen."

*Judu class is always the most dio train, their size can even allow fellow countrymen and returnees to drive together with all the transition trains in the middle, and it looks like a pony carriage on a township train.With such a large volume, it is not surprising that all supporting facilities are top-notch.On the township-level trains, it is like playing on Dongying and Smecta, and on the Judu-level, it is like playing directly in the Premier League and La Liga. By the way, Ozu is not even worthy of playing on station-level trains.

"Oh?" Xiong's voice became louder.

Gwen put one hand on his face, smiled, and blinked his left eye: "I remember that the Homelander is a strong team, and it's also my home team, right? After all, this is the main formation point of the mind flayer talk."

"Ah, that's right!" Huita got closer all of a sudden.Although he was not born on the fellow train, he has a lot of fate with the fellow train, and he studied here, so he can be said to be a complete fellow country bumpkin. "

He quickly switched the TV to the corresponding channel.

He kept talking: "Heavy Cannon ranks 11th in Utopia this year, one place short of entering the points zone."

"I don't pay much attention to football, what about the points area?"

"Oh, the points area is the teams ranked 1-10, they can get a lot of points, and the points are used to select the 'Utopia Championship team'. Generally speaking, the top [-] can enter, but it is still stable in the points area. Come on, heavy artillery!"

When it comes to football, the Bear seems to have an insatiable drive.

Gwen moved the pillow over, leaned on it, and watched the football game comfortably. At the same time, he placed an unfinished book on the inward side of his body that the gray tower could not see, and read it lightly.If he doesn't focus on two tasks, his efficiency will decrease instead.

"Speaking of the curse blade?"

"She said she had something to do, and she brought us some supper when she came back. She also wants to watch the football game... After the heavy artillery tonight, there are two games in Judu. That's the highlight, but it's really unfair! "

"how?"

"One of the giant capitals [Wangdu]'s team, the main members are composed of Wilji..."

"Then?"

"Wilji can directly book the most comfortable early morning game! But our Shade team can only play the most tiring afternoon game!"

"That can't be helped."

Gwen couldn't say anything useful to reassure Bear that classes existed, and at the top were cats.

…………

It's a cafe ten minutes' walk from the caravan.

Curseblade awaits the arrival of a man.

She looked down at her watch, showed a slightly crazy smile, picked up the cup, and took a sip of the warm coffee.

This black and rich drink comes from some seeds brought by cat lights.Scholars of Longbao chatted with a giant cat lamp and asked the other party to "introduce coffee seeds into the inventory". Although it cost a lot of money, this kind of refreshment is suitable for the originator to drink The drink has thus taken root in Utopia.

Cursed Blade breathed a sigh of relief, saw the door opened, and knew that his boss had arrived.

Getting stuck, it means that her recent business has not been going well...

Hmm, it seems that he is still very imposing. He wants to use his aura to suppress me so that I can give better information...

Yes, I can understand too...

After all, he is the 'Little Boss' who has just taken over the intelligence network for less than two years... Curse Blade pursed his lips and smiled, and took another sip of coffee with his hands in his hands.

Squeak.

The stool opposite her was pulled away.

A petite figure sat on it.

She was a Ron En who could only be described as a 'girl', with blond hair and green eyes, and a silent and indifferent expression on her childish face.He was neatly dressed in a shirt, trousers, and a military coat.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Sit down with a cup of coffee.

At the same time, the guests in the coffee shop had left unknowingly.

The clerk and shop owner had already walked out of the door, as if they were cleaning the door, but they were actually guarding the door.

Only Curseblade and the girl were left in the shop.

"..."

Both were silent, waiting for the other to speak first.

And Curse Blade's prediction was accurate.

The girl in front of her was indeed a little impatient.

"The fixed time for information handover has not yet arrived, and the academy still needs you to lurk in the authorities."

Academy is the name and title of this force, and it is also one of the forces that Curse Blade serves...

one.

Curseblade serves many people, but she prefers to deal with the Academy.It's not just because of the quickness with which they give bullets, small boxes of oil and soil, source gold... they even consider giving them at their discretion.The shot is generous, and there will be no offensive thoughts of 'I have to see where my intelligence is offline to find information'.

Find something as vulgar as intelligence.

It's better to leave the thought of the curse blade to a rough man like himself. The boss should wait for the information in a pure and simple manner, and don't interfere with the experts' work.

Isn't it good for everyone to perform their own duties?
But there are always people who don't understand... She smiled softly.

"It's not fixed information, but some information about strange stories, information about one of the 'three strange stories about fellow villagers and returning home' that you are most concerned about, oh, there are also bonus information."

"Are the three monsters talking about information?"

The girl's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and her mood became very good.

"The college has always been short of suitable origin messenger fighters. Although our scholars are not inferior to other places, their understanding in combat... is hard to describe. If we can seek the help of ghost stories, we can effectively increase our strength!"

How about young and inexperienced?
Curse Blade smiled lightly. She collected three pieces of information related to ghost stories. She originally thought, "Will one piece not satisfy their appetites?" Without saying a word, he cut the bottom line of "two pieces of information" into "one piece of information".

"The price is still the old one?"

"As usual, if the effect is obvious, the academy will also give you reward funds." The girl patted her chest, "I guarantee it in the name of Castria."

"KS, KS, don't be so serious, I just want a normal salary. I'm not one of your research gangs, so don't give me extra bonus..."

"..."

KS realized what he had done, and immediately returned to that serious expression with puffy face.

After Curseblade received a satisfactory reward, he handed over the information he had obtained.

What she handed over was information about the murderer in the fog.

The three popular ghost stories derived from Shuangxiang, in terms of real strength, there is no obvious difference between the three, they are all the so-called "concept + entity + virtual body" three-in-one deluxe version of ghost stories, in simple terms:
They can consider conceptual things when killing people, such as 'in the fog', 'no one's corner', 'in the rain' and so on.

It can also be a person possessing a body, manipulating a body to kill endlessly.

It can even be triggered by something and be summoned to become a creature like an evil spirit.

The reason why Curseblade chooses Murderer in the Fog is very simple. The element of fog is much smaller than rain, and Rainy Night Butcher is more applicable, and the students themselves are quite powerful. Curseblade does not want to strengthen them too much.

The purpose of strengthening the academy is to increase Longbao's investment in intelligence agents like himself.

Longbao and the academy are in direct competition, and the strength of the two must reach a balance.

not to mention.

Curseblade found out that the cute mind flayers in his group were very interested in the Rainy Night Butcher, which was even more remarkable.

There was no ability or opportunity before.

There's no such thing as 'investing in a ghost story' with Curseblade.But now, a perfect form of mind flayer has appeared. This is not only a rare commodity to live in, but at least it is at the level of being able to wrestle with Long Yan.

She was sure.

Gwen is a perfect template for a mind flayer.

Many envoys who seek the power of mind flayers have made a fatal mistake, that is, to 'crazyly develop the source power of mind flayers', which is meaningless and absolutely wrong...

Curse Blade still remembers the words about the strange talk experiment recorded on the secret tome he holds:
"Advanced ghost stories need to lay a good foundation. When the foundation is laid, the source of ghost stories will be continuously replenished."

The physical quality and foundation of these mortal bones are far inferior to Gewen's.

Not even the toes can match.

(End of this chapter)