Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1856 Seedling Bed (VI)

He has red hair and a heavy beard. Although he is not tall, he has a strong build.

Coupled with his powerful voice and the flaming attack that he launched just when he should have, the man called White looked like a real hero.

The most eye-catching thing about the hero at this moment is his blue and black clothes.

The tailoring is exquisite and the style is complicated, forming a sharp contrast with the group of people. Even a trident pattern with gold patterns on a black background can be seen.

That was the symbol of the Siren, which I had seen in the wasteland.

It is obvious that he is different from other prisoners. This person is most likely a companion to the prisoner.

This should also be the reason why this temporary self-rescue team implicitly respected his opinions.

For example, right behind White, there was a woman who was much thinner and younger than White. She didn't seem to comment on either the attack just now or the questioning at this moment. She just pursed her lips and looked around.

Besides looking the youngest, this one also has the healthiest complexion.

Her rosy lips and lively eyes formed a sharp contrast with the dark-haired lady here.

"But this will only make the pollution spread more seriously..."

Facing White's scrutiny, the black-haired lady looked back deeply, then turned her gaze to the deformed cell door and commented on his statement softly.

After continuous destruction, the strange creature had been completely turned into ashes, without leaving any trace.

But theoretically speaking, this is actually a troublesome thing. There is no ash at all, and the pollution spreading rate is 100%.

“But it won’t necessarily make our situation worse.”

Unfortunately, White was obviously very confident in his own judgment and responded almost instantly.

"It's already infected, isn't it? It's better than running out and causing trouble when we're trying to find a way out."

As the saying goes, a real man never looks back at the explosion. He sneered and asked back without even glancing at his own results.

"Including this Ms. An."

The next moment he directly dragged the hand of the person next to him.

The latter still said nothing, and obviously suppressed the urge to pull back, allowing the other party to pull up his sleeves.

It is not snow-white but it is delicate and lustrous, so even though the scarlet blood line is only very slight, it still makes it look hideous and glaring.

Of course, no matter what, he is still the one with the mildest symptoms among all.

"Then you can call them Jill, Lee, Maester... who is this one?"

While the black-haired lady was speechless, White pointed at her, her sports teammate, and the two rescued people and introduced them one by one.

When his gaze finally fell on Fu Qian, his eyes narrowed slightly and he fell into deep thought.

"You don't know him?"

And the black-haired lady Jill finally screamed because of the last sentence.

……

Why is the way of addressing cellmate brother different from that of other people?

In addition, it seems that Brother White is not only subordinate to the staff below, but is even a leader.

Of course, judging from his strength, he is indeed capable of being a prison boss.

He instantly became the focus of attention, and even the atmosphere of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds was diluted a little, but Fu Qian remained calm and composed.

Ms. Gill's surprise was normal.

Although it was obviously a temporary team, Brother White knew the names of everyone except himself, and even called his cellmates by their nicknames.

As mentioned before, he is obviously a prison manager and is familiar with everything.

However, he didn't know his name, which made the already abnormal double room look even more suspicious.

In comparison, his cellmate, who was called a bachelor, had the most intense reaction.

After all, he had thought about this problem before, but ended up with no result.

On the one hand, there are suspicious people, and on the other hand, according to the information provided by Jill, the source of the scarlet fever has not been found so far...

However, although he could understand this, Fu Qian did not blame the warehouse any further.

Let's put things in perspective. If you want to make a living, you have to behave properly.

Although the identity setting is a bit perfunctory, compared to the beginning, I have already created another face.

It would be useless even if the prison boss White knew all the prisoners.

"It doesn't matter, just call me a sinner."

With a chuckle, Fu Qian finally spoke, and even followed the prison culture and gave himself a nickname.

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"He was imprisoned in the same place as me, didn't you know?"

More than one person remained on alert, even after Fu Qian's self-introduction.

In the stalemate, the bachelor finally tried to break it and asked White in disbelief.

"With you...why should I lock you up together?"

The latter's brows instantly tightened, and he asked back almost subconsciously.

After hearing this statement, even Ms. An, who was standing next to him, had gray-green flashes between her fingers and palms, full of hostility.

"Wait a minute, it seems to be true..."

However, at this tense moment, Brother White suddenly remembered something and his eyes widened.

"It was just delivered recently. The name, um... I was indeed the one who arranged for him to be there..."

Staring at Fu Qian's face, it was obvious that he was trying hard to recall, and finally he nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

what?
This conclusion caused the atmosphere to jump again.

I felt it was suspicious at first and thought that the culprit had been caught, but I didn't expect that there would be an official certification in the end.

For a moment, Jill and his group didn't know how to react.

As the saying goes, everything has two sides.

Fu Qian smiled again, obviously not caring about the embarrassing situation.

Being perfunctory also has its advantages. It seems that the warehouse gave his identity in a rigid manner. Not only was he crammed into a rare double room, but there was no corresponding prisoner's name, and there was not even a photo in the information.

This was indeed a suspicious point that would be exposed at the slightest touch, but combined with the current situation, it has become another kind of mystery - Brother White seems to be worried about the impact of scarlet fever on his brain.

This clearly happened, but I can't remember the key information, cause and effect, and I don't even have any idea of ​​what it looked like.

Compared to being affected by professional mental factors, the increasingly serious scarlet fever leading to memory loss is obviously a more conceivable possibility.

If such tendencies are shown in such tense situations, leadership will undoubtedly be questioned.

He must have been hesitating about his name just now, but in the end he didn't want to dwell on it too much.

"Since this Mr. Sinner is alright, should we continue? Which way?"

At this time, a voice came from the side. It was Jill, who had been watching White's performance the whole time, urging everyone to continue.

Judging from her reaction, it's hard to tell how much trust she has in White's words.

But it is just a broken boat used as a stepping stone, and it would be too extravagant to expect it to take care of everything.