The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 231 Accident
Gwen went to bed early, and fell asleep sweetly with the sounds of gunshots and explosions familiar to Utopians, as well as bumps and heart-piercing screams.

Outside the room where he snored, outside the tower, outside the Sniper Cat.

The sweet but emotionless mechanically synthesized female voice is broadcasting something:
"The number of guns per capita on the Laoxiangren has reached 4.23 this year. Oh, what a statistic. The number of military fires per capita is 2.25, and the number of military guns per capita per week, excluding the number of military guns that have been injected into the body, is 4.4 rounds per week. Ranking The top 67.73 of all town-level trains. The per capita happiness index is [-], which is the last of all trains. Oh, from the data point of view, we are in purgatory on earth..."

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"But the Countryman is indeed the top five happy carriages." Gwen's current colleague, the gentle Ms. Serena, complained to Gwen while eating fried egg 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 full of sleep, even with a little lava red black hair that was draped around her body softly, Serena seemed to have never slept.

The woman with thick dark circles exhaled:

"Of course, it also means that we work overtime. Overtime is the worst thing in the world. Please come and help me today, Gwen."

"You're welcome." Gwen sat sideways on the large sofa specially prepared in the reception room of Serena's home, watching the other side push the mobile coffee table full of documents over.

"My work is purely mechanical. I memorize a few numbers, and then look for the number it appears in a file. Then, through decoding, I look for the corresponding Utopian characters..."

Serena is the rare 'home worker' in utopia.

A magnificent small train, including a three-story mansion car where I live, a two-story natural botanical garden, a rented car with a built-in underground black market on the ground, and three warehouses... Serene who owns this mansion train Na's job is to decrypt and restore the witch technology, and also includes some intelligence analysis.

Due to work needs, Serena often turns on the radio at night.

Gwen didn't listen to the blowing water broadcast last night, but it seemed that there were some disturbances in the fellow account, and even the scope of the mind flayer's crimes was slightly changed, and it was more inclined to "go to other places to commit crimes".Gwen leaned on her dragon tail, and suddenly remembered the pillow that had been inadvertently worn down by her own horn.

"Was what you said on the radio yesterday serious?"

Along with the office coffee table, there are also some breakfasts, such as crispy jerky made of purified fish, fish cubes with cheese and cheese, salmon rolls with bonito powder...

Gwen changed his face and glared at Serena:
"Why did you start?"

"Well, isn't it a lava cat dragon or a fiery cat dragon...it's not a branch of the jade dragon, and the variants of the red copper dragon and bronze dragon can also be crossed out..." Serena was quite interested, and then asked incredulously, " You know that you have a handicap among the immortals, giant cats, and some undisclosed witches, right?"

"What handicap?" Gwen felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's just a bet on what kind of dragon you are."

"Nonsense!" Gwen's eyes widened.

"No nonsense!" Serena said righteously, "In the world of witches, knowledge is charged, and dragon knowledge is very, very expensive, so this game is fair to some extent. They are not open Bet on what specific dragon you are, but on phylum, class, order, family, genus, species, the more accurate the bet, the bigger the handicap, the more..."

Serena is almost like an old poisonous dog, talking about the handicap on Gwen.

Gwen calmed down and looked at Serena, "What did you do?"

"I didn't go down."

"Ok?"

"The closing time hasn't come yet, and the odds haven't reached the maximum yet. Why should I be in a hurry, I still have a chance to find out the secret of you."

The moral standards of Utopian people are probably enough to become the twin stars of a model city of civilized moral norms with the people of Gotham.Possibly close, but not by much.

"What was said on the radio yesterday is not as serious as your handicap. It is mainly a joke."

Serena took out a document to Gwen, and exhorted: "Find some logical points, the common points of these witches' texts are difficult to decipher."

Gwen read the original document and said silently:

"Of course it's hard to decipher. How do you decipher Chinese plus Japanese plus English plus a little French? Oh, and there are some cat lights in it."

"Not only can I help you find logic points, but I can also help you decipher some of them..." Gwen said.

It was precisely because he understood the special circumstances of Serena's job that he chose her job as the object of help.

Serena nodded and said without any surprise:

"People who enter the Explorers' Association do have their own abilities. Then I will trouble you, and I will give you [-]% of the commission."

It's only 40%. It's really amazing to be a platform.

Gwen stuck out her tongue subconsciously, with a common expression of dissatisfaction among Dragon Utopians, which made Serena happy: "45%, you must know, these sources of goods are all mine, and these orders are all because of me. Come on, I have to take all kinds of risks..."

It's a bit like a law firm here, where cases become a resource.

But also normal.

Witch technology can be regarded as a 'bug', a bug that allows witches to intervene reasonably.

After Gwen communicated with many cat lamps, and even talked with the immortals, she confirmed a few things.

First, Utopia is backward and impoverished for the whole society of witches, and even for a single sovereign-level witch among them.

Second, the Lord Witch is rare, and there are a lot of prerequisites.

Third... Utopia is poor for the entire witch society, but it is also a good place for individual witches to make a fortune.

Therefore, the opportunity to 'connect with the witch' provided by Witch Technology becomes very important.Witches are cunning creatures of the rule of law. The excuses they use to contact Utopians are 'product maintenance' and 'after-sales service'. Even the Witch Lords can't stop them!

The person who has mastered the witch's 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 soundly..." Gwen pretended to pick up the article and professional tools to start translating.

Serena was worried and wanted to remind her, 'Your dictionary has not been turned to the processing side', but seeing that Gwen had quickly translated each word, and was even polishing it, she didn't say anything (in Gwen's opinion, she has slowed down by a factor of ten).

She said: "You know, this is Long Yan's original creation. Those big loudspeakers that make people crazy, he seems to think that putting these speakers on the whole train and broadcasting some data from time to time will help the civilization of Utopians , in fact, everyone wants to give them a shot."

Serena was a little uneasy, and the source force on her body showed some kind of anxious emotion.

Gwen glanced at it with spells, just like an old Chinese doctor, she could tell at a glance that this was some kind of complication caused by anxiety after overtime work and long-term sub-health, well, both psychologically and physically.

So he exhaled:
"It was difficult last night, wasn't it?"

"It's actually fine, I'm used to it." Serena yawned, put on a smile, and picked up a bitter tea, "With this and a whole bunch of work, I can keep my energy up all day."

Gwen shook her head:
"But you look tired, you should rest."

"Rest? I haven't heard that sentence for a long time."

"Then why don't you catch up on sleep first?"

Serena froze for a moment:

"Catch up on sleep? But..."

With Gwen's concerned eyes, Serena was a little dazed again.

"A utopian will not let another utopian rest, especially if the two are colleagues."

Serena was going to express euphemistically, "We are not very close, and we are alone in the same room, is it not good to let the other person go to bed?" '.

Gwen blinked, and she was no stranger to Utopian's arrogant character.He raised his hand and waved:
"Then you can sleep outside. I saw a long sofa outside before I came in just now."

The person's physical health has reached a critical state.

Rely on the source to withstand it.

It seems that from Kenny to Chenice to Squirrel Girl has had this problem.

That is, Yuanlishi doesn't take his body seriously at all.

Gwen is a little angry, not that he cares much about such things, but his source power is a warm attribute, and when encountering such things, not coming out will cause fluctuations in his inner thoughts, and fluctuations will weaken the source power ability.Before the magic power completely replaces the source force, Gwen has to maintain the persona of the source force world.

But, other than that, these power users really don't like to take their bodies seriously.

Just like an old martial artist Gwen met!
I have been practicing iron sand palms by inserting iron sand, and finally got metal poisoning, so I lie down!

A trip to the ICU, even the martial arts gym has been tossed in!In the end, he donated thousands of crowdfunding for medical treatment!
"Well, do you really want me to rest?" Serena couldn't help asking.

Gwen nodded: "Aren't you calling someone to help you just to replace yourself?"

"Go to sleep, just remember to treat me to lunch when you wake up."

Serena felt that Gwen was not a Utopian, and after repeated doubts and feeling physically exhausted, she still accepted the kindness a little awkwardly.Isn't that how people are?If there is no second road, one road will never go back to the dark.But if there is another more comfortable path, I can't help but think about it.

"That……"

Gwen waved to Serena, who still wanted to say something, and said with a smile:
"Go, before the cat lamp takes your bed..."

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Meanwhile, at the other end of the Countryman.

In a somewhat dilapidated library, an old professor was studying scrolls. The candlestick beside him...had been photographed by a cat lamp, and a glowing fat cat stayed at the candlestick to provide light.There are still half candles with candle tears on the ground, which shows how fierce the cat lamp is when it grabs jobs.

Professor Enrique was invited to this impoverished library to provide basic education sponsored by Longyan to the children in the lower carriage area.

At the same time, I came here for the dragon knowledge in this library.

Dragons have extremely powerful power and long lives, and even the dragon Utopians have abilities far beyond other races by a dimension!
The Dragon Utopians don't even need Yuanli, what flows in their blood vessels is the crimson Yuanli like blood.Although the people of the four races were very shrewd at that time, they each drew a group of Dragon Utopias to become their own people, such as Long Rongen and Longshad...but their own strength is amazing enough.

This made him... fascinated by this creature.

In particular, the characters of most Utopians who have become dragons will be inclined to dragons, which is a puzzle.

- Huh - Huh...

The wind was blowing the windows, and the cat lanterns playing cards by the windows scattered, and they meowed in dissatisfaction, as if they were complaining that the windows here were not closed properly.

"It's really 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 and seal.

Now the bottom of the window seems to be opened.

"Meow!"

The old professor looked to the side, and saw Mao Lantern holding a screw that had just been taken out in its claw.

The view bypassed the cat lamp, and on an old bookshelf without books, there were three cat lamps and a box of screws that had just been opened.Enrique felt that these cat lamps did have some kind of high-level social civilization, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why they were so cunning and human.

"thank you."

The old professor smiled and took the screw from the cat's paw, which was warmed by the cat lamp's body temperature, and stretched out his hand to rub the cat's ears.

He turned around, bent down with difficulty, and put the screw in.

"Uuuuuuu..."

this thing.

The old professor frowned and looked back at the cat lights.

Not the right size!
Sure enough, am I too naive to pin my hopes on the selection of reasonable parts for the cat lamp... Enrique thinks so, but as a utopian, he has his own way.

Isn't it just a part that doesn't fit the size! ?

"Cat Lanterns, find a hammer for this old man."

dong dong dong-

A hammer was handed over.

Enrique reached out to hold it with satisfaction, and then saw that the hand that was 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 fast approaching fist.

boom!
The brain has been hit!But instead of pain, there was a warm feeling.

as well as.

Utopian language uttered stiffly from the creature's mouth:

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

……

Mind flayer?
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Enrique fell asleep.

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The crew compartment of the Fellowship, at the Shad Security Guard.

Natalie received a reinforcement request from the black dogs of the Special Investigation Bureau, and a heart-robbing case happened.

Xiong Luo took the people there.

Seeing that the place is actually a library, or the library in the lower carriage area, he shook his head helplessly and asked the people from the Special Investigation Bureau:

"Where's the corpse?"

The people from the Special Investigation Bureau had an indescribable expression on their faces.

Natalie pinched her chin and snorted seriously:
"It's not like the mind flayers have developed new hobbies, such as dismembering corpses, right?"

"No, yes, no one was hurt..."

"Oh, it's okay... huh? What?"

(End of this chapter)