The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 209 What a wonderful start
"It's over, it's over..."

The confidential secretary (third-class civil official) of the Vehicle Department of the Fellowship, a Niu Rongen with horns, his strong body was shaking violently, and he kept chanting "Bold!" What else "XBZZ hints at something!" , the palm of the hand holding a tabloid was completely bloodless, and the veins were stretched.

The confidential clerk (fifth-class civil official) sitting next to him controlled his curiosity and pinched his thigh severely: "I'm going to the bathroom!"

The next moment, the clerk, the clerk, the security officer on duty, the tea lady, and the servants went to the bathroom in groups, just like the habit of going to the bathroom in groups in another world.

The confidential secretary's expression changed, and then he was happy, and he stood up and was about to go out.

then.

call!what……

call!what……

The sound of heavy breathing came from behind the door, each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, and the confidential clerk's complexion became paler and paler.

Long Yan walked in while wearing the gauntlet, and looked down at his secretary.

"You look very nervous, are you evading taxes again? This is not acceptable. As the owner of the train, we are the ones who manage the train together. At this time, greed is not just taking things from our own home. It is not acceptable. It is not correct. Yes, bad--"

"Car length."

Secretary Niu Niu handed over the tabloid with a stiff face: "I think it is still necessary to deal with the tabloid..."

"Oh really?"

Long Yan disagreed.

"I thought you were telling the truth when you said that you want to make the public opinion environment of the fellow line biased towards freedom."

He took over the tabloids.

……

After 30 seconds.

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People outside Longyan Castle heard an angry dragon roar.

The sound was so loud that it almost shattered people's eardrums.

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Tuman asked for the ninth time today: "Are you sure Mao Deng will not tell what I did?"

The cat lamps who were playing cards next to them turned their heads secretly, with a cunning but helpless expression on their faces.

Gwen also patted the belly of the cat Varro she was resting on for the ninth time: "Cat Varro?"

The chubby cat lamp promises for the ninth time: "If it leaks, the cat will eat the TV!"

This statement came out.

The expression of Spark who was present suddenly changed drastically, and he wrapped the TV with source power.

"If you want to eat, eat me, don't eat my TV!"

"Meow ow ow!"

Cat Varro is really angry!The evidence is that Gwen felt that the fluffy balls of meat on the pillow hardened for 0.1 seconds!And then it was gone—didn't stand up, after all, the cat has already lost his temper, what else do you want?
"Hmm... are you sure they won't tell?" Tuman asked for the tenth time.

Gwen was also a little unsure.

First of all, will the cat lamp leak the secret?This is a sub-question.

Secondly, after Mao Deng kept his promise, would he accidentally leak his words?This is also a sub-question.

Finally, do Mao Deng eat TV sets?This... this also seems to be...

"Cat Varro?"

"Meow ow ow, even our cat lanterns won't eat messy things. Did you add cumin to your TV? Did you add black caviar, which cats love most? Did you put barbecue sauce? Not good, soybean paste and kimchi can also be considered, meow ow ow!"

Every time the cat Varo said a word, the cat's ears would be pushed up, and his whiskers would shake.

Then lift the invisible cat's chin, squinting from the cat's intoxication.

Huo Hua noticed the important point, and his face was full of horror: "So, you can really eat the TV!?"

"Meow ow ow!"

The spark was picked up by the cat Varo and thrown into the sofa next to him, his whole body sunken in!
"What did you write, worried that Long Yan would be so angry?"

"Well……"

Rabbit mantle looked perplexed.

Huo Hua leaned over with the cotton wool on his head, "You just say it, anyway, we will know what you wrote when we go out to buy a tabloid, instead of asking us to spend some pocket money to buy a useless tabloid, you should just say it."

"you're right."

Rabbit cat breathed out, "As we all know, Long Yan should be regarded as a person with a little bit of moral cleanliness, right? So to anger people in this area, even if you greet his dead family members with such a dirty trick It can’t take effect on him either. In other words, it can irritate him, but it’s not enough to make him break through with some jokes.”

Hell jokes can make Long Yan angry, but not make him 'so angry'.

"In short, I said this to let you understand that it is very easy to make Long Yan lose his temper, but I want him to show the kind of urgency you want, to search the tabloids everywhere, and to prove himself that he participated in the Tea Festival It must be considered from his personality. As a recognized moral cleanliness and car sex, Long Yan is generally more important to train reviews. Every day is worse than every day...', to a large extent, it can annoy him."

Such words are of no use to ordinary people.

But Gwen thought it would work for Long Yan.

This person is very scary, but also very elusive.

"There's also Yinpao and so on, ahem."

The rabbit's face was a little red: "In short, I have slandered him from both personal and business ethics, so I guess I'm already too angry?"

While they were chatting, Farah walked in dignifiedly, holding a book.

Then the book fell to the floor.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she pointed at the spark.

He pointed to the sofa with a hole punched out.

"spark!"

She screamed, a bit like the hostess yelling 'Tom' in Tom and Jerry, and Spark subconsciously felt bad, and was about to run away.But halfway, he was pulled up by the back collar by the extraordinary skill Farah.

Farah looked at the lint that was still on Sparkscat's ears.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"You're as lively as Ron."

"Wow!"

If it wasn't for the reason that Farah is the big sister, I'm afraid that this pair of 'come on, crush me! 'Brother Spark, it's time to put on an ugly face.

How ugly is it?Hee hee, I dare not think about it.

……

Gwen took the opportunity to run out, and at the same time the cat Varro slipped behind.

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After Gwen went out, she glanced at the cat, "Why are you following me? Didn't you say that cats are as immovable as mountains?"

Cat Varo blinked, "Landslide, meow."

Cat lights have always been quite flexible and changeable in the face of double standards.

Ignore the cat.

There is still work to do.

"How many telegrams did the telegraph office receive today?"

"You're going to ask that mammoth."

"He's a mastodon."

"Meow! Then why did you codename her Mammoth?"

You can also call her Marcy - if she wants.

Gwen patted the cat Valo's belly hard: "You Mao Lantern must have backed up all the telegrams, don't mess with it, take it out for me!"

A fat beating.

Fat cat lights off the telegram!
After returning to the office, Gwen took out the telegram and codebook and began to decipher.

These are all related to the curse blade.

Through the curse blade, Gwen was able to hire them to serve him by spending military expenses.

No contact, no phone calls, no private meetings.

Cold military ammunition or ammunition tickets are packed inside envelopes.

It was quietly stuffed in a secret place where people came and went, and within a few minutes, someone took it away.

Envelopes are passed from hand to hand by men known as 'postmen' until they reach a hidden location in the Utopian wilderness where intelligence agents can receive them.

Then the information is also forwarded by the postman.Often a poem or letter from home used as a decoding table.

Finally, send telegrams through their own skills.

As a result, these secret information are so highly confidential that even cat lamps are difficult to pry into them.

It costs a lot.

Fortunately, when Gwen went to clean up Yutu at night recently, most of Yutu would explode something.The best one is definitely the cat girl Yutu. The cat girl Yutu will even drop pseudo-relics that are close to the relics, while the cat-shaped Yutu will drop the broken gold, small gold nuggets, etc. collected by Mao Yutu, and the harvest is quite rich.Ordinary Yutu drops shiny minerals, and doesn't pay much attention to treasure hunting, unlike the cat Yutu, who only hunts for treasure and doesn't like killing people.

These Yutu drops returned a big mouthful of blood to Gwen's little coffer.

In addition, Laura recently went to dig the witch's grave intensively (there is no witch in it), and Yeka is also looking for a trustworthy postman recently...

Gwen worked several jobs at the same time, and with the wealth exchanged for the output of the Sniper Cat, it was barely enough.

"...7.19, a gray mind flayer appeared. It's a fake. It's a perpetrator of ghost stories in disguise. The gray color is because I'm not familiar with the color of the mind flayer."

"...July 7.21, a brown mind flayer was witnessed in the old street. It's a fake, and it's a fanatic in disguise."

"... On July 7.25, rumors of a strange mind flayer happened in Hyacinth Alley. It was a cat lantern floating around. People mistaken it for a cloak with a cat tail on it. It's a waste of time."

"..."

There are more than one hundred hit reports, all of which use the Utopian coordinate system to mark the approximate position on the train behind the information.

Gwen took out the Homelander's map, and used a thumbtack to record the haunts of 'possibly real mind flayers'.

There are twelve areas that are more "likely".

Those reports that contained real things were all witnesses to mind flayers of 'warm colors'.

Although most of the time, the spies did not witness it with their own eyes, but most of them would have weird views on this warmer color.

and……

The cases where witnesses are intact are one hundred percent.

It can be said that this red mind flayer, whether it is a disguise or a real mind flayer, strictly follows the new rules of mind flayers, which is not to kill innocent people.

Basically just killing scum.

Occasionally punishing evil, but more often killing scum.

The scum mentioned here is a person who should be sentenced to death morally, not the type who should be shot according to the law of the fellow.

And the killing of the red mind flayer was not something to be done after making a major decision, it was just... a coincidence, just a coincidence, nothing more.

There is no concept of justice, nor laws, nor codes.

It is a death without reason.

But it is precisely because of this that the current mind flayer tales are more terrifying than in the past.

It's like some kind of unlucky elements are mixed together. An unlucky guy, an unlucky person will be killed because of what he has done.No discernment, no arguing, just 'damn'.

This invisible fear lingers in the perpetrator's heart every night.

When they see the mind flayer at the window, they may cry.

"Why me? Aren't there people who are more evil than me and do more evil than me?"

It's nothing.

Was it simply that he hadn't been lucky enough to meet a mind flayer who just wanted to make a move, maybe borrow a toilet?

Such a death is unacceptable to Utopians.

Like a bullet soaked in lard.

After all, the favorite saying of utopian people who are used to death is 'you can't decide birth, but at least you can decide death'.

And this kind of trampling death is very good for scumbags who still have a high self-esteem.

But the red mind flayer...

"He's not a mind flayer," Gwen thought.

Although the detective lady is not a good person, and the great detective is not a good person, but generally speaking, they are not worth killing.Because it is not human scum, even if it is the mind flayer with the evil side, the weight of human scum is still more than ten times higher in front of it, unless it is really a coincidence that there are no more scum worthy of killing around at that time... …

But is this possible?
Both times, after finding clues about it, the detective was attacked.The former died unexpectedly, while the latter escaped from the Countryman.

"No matter who you pretend to be, you're not a mind flayer."

Gwen put down the telegram.

"Meow, are you finished?"

"Ah."

The pins on the map are scattered, but if you look carefully, you can see certain patterns.

"Hotel street, shopping street, bar street, station, link zone between the upper compartment area and the lower compartment area, underground residential area..."

What do these irrelevant places have in common?

In other words, what do the places not chosen by the red mind flayers have in common?

Gwen roughly wrote down the types of places where red mind flayers had not been seen.

For example, a park.

For example, the high-end apartment area in the upper compartment.

Another example is bookstores, ports, import and export warehouses and other areas.

"..."

Gwen used a relatively simple way to guess, that is, listed the two types of locations at the same time, and guessed what they had in common and what they didn't through comparison.

After comparing a group.

Gwen came to a conclusion.

"Flow of people and influence."

If the red mind flayers were real mind flayers, it didn't matter where they did it.

But if it's a fake mind flayer.

Obviously, his behavior must have some utilitarianism, even if not much, but it will also be biased and purposeful.

"If you just like to kill, there is no need to follow the rules of mind flayers."

"If you really love being a mind flayer, there's no need to go against the rules of a mind flayer and try to kill detectives and special agents."

"It seems that the scope of its crimes revolves around many...places with high traffic, which is why there are too many witness reports. And his behavior seems to hope that others will discover his 'work' at the first time. It seems more or less It's a psychopath...Of course, it can't be ruled out that it's rational and purposeful."

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Gwen stretched...

Bang!

The door was knocked open suddenly, and the cat Kaka and the three cat lights rushed in together: "Meow, ow, Gwen! You must do this favor to the cats, you must do this favor to the cats!"

As soon as she came in, she started screaming!
The cat Varo was surprised: "Meow?"

"Stop, stop...speak slowly."

Gwen raised her hands up, just in time to catch Kaka the cat that was flying towards her.

The usually unhurried cat's whiskers were trembling.

"The cats have been robbed!"

"Who is so bold?"

"Rainy night butcher, meow, rainy night butcher cat!"

"Aha?"

(End of this chapter)