Dragons: Lu Mingfei’s Sims

Chapter 78 Day of silence, Kassel faces its darkest day

"That's not it."

Fingel's spine felt really chilled when he heard this, and he held a second of silence for Cassel recruiting such a killer embryo.

There was Chu Zihang in front of him, and Lu Mingfei behind him.

Oh shit, it seems like these two graduated from the same high school.

hiss!When I think about it, China is really a land of outstanding people, and this small Shilan High School is even more remarkable. It can produce such outstanding talents in just one year.

Presumably Lu Mingfei will be a good expert in slaying dragons in the future. After all, I heard that Lu Mingfei has now firmly occupied the first place on Shilan's "The list of beasts to kill", far ahead of Chu Zihang. .

So Fingel held another second of silence for Chu Zihang.

The only way to relieve sorrow is to eat.

"Let's go, senior brother, let's take you to try our Chicago specialty hot dog. It's sour, but it's delicious!"

Fingel took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then leaned over familiarly, wanting to hook up with Lu Mingfei.

Fingel's body shape is not unrealistic. He would be 1.8 and a half meters tall if he straightened his back. But now his back is slightly hunched, and he looks like a walking bear against the background of his burly body and thick beard.

Iron-gray hair, iron-grey eyes, and the 'von' in the middle of his name indicate his status as a German aristocrat.

Lu Mingfei looked at Fingel carefully through the mirror. Just now, Fingel turned sideways and looked into the toilet.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei smelled the smell of iron-blooded murder. It was well concealed, but it still made people think of Berlin's dilapidated streets covered with dead leaves, deserted but filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and engine oil.

"It's okay if it's sour. I'm not picky about food."

Lu Mingfei shook his hand cleanly, as if shaking off the blood stains.

Water drops fell into the porcelain basin and shattered into pieces.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Until the two returned to the bench.

Fingel saw someone hurriedly pulling his pants out of the toilet, and someone else went in. Then he put up a yellow 'temporary for maintenance' sign.
There was never a cry of "Killing! Killing!"

Likewise, no injured person was ever carried out with missing arms or legs.

It's strange. The Logistics Department shouldn't have come so quickly, since it's not the Logistics Department, but a normal human being.
So where did those two unlucky guys go?

Fingel thought, rarely talking while eating.

This will take a big bite of a Chicago hot dog. The charcoal-grilled hot dog sausage is wrapped with pickled cucumbers, lettuce leaves, chili sauce, and egg yolk cheese sauce and chewed, making a crunchy sound in the mouth.

Listening to this sound, Fingel was suddenly stunned.

For a moment, he forgot to chew, and looked at Lu Mingfei, who was sipping ice coke, feeling cold all over his body.

Shouldn't it be! ! !

"belch!"

Lu Mingfei burped loudly with great satisfaction.

The soda smell was rich, and Fingel felt like he was transforming into a patrol dog at this moment, sniffing every odor molecule one by one.

It was confirmed that there was no trace of bloody rust in it.

No, you are stupid, what are you thinking!

Sanity revives.

Fingel scratched his beard in embarrassment, opened the lid of the drink, and took a swig of iced Coke to replenish the sugar in his brain.

This kind of thing can only be explained by Yan Ling.

A word spirit that is not included in the periodic table of word spirits. Regarding thunder and lightning, is there still space?

"Why are you so distracted and worried?"

Lu Mingfei finished his first meal in a foreign country and was wiping his mouth.

The taste of the Chicago specialty hot dog is not bad. After all, it has the blessing of ice cola, so it can't be said to be bad.

It's just that my approach may be a little radical, a little weird, and it's simply confusing.

The real situation is that after he entered, he directly attacked them, turned around quickly, kicked one over with a sharp kick, smashed another one with his head, and then threw them into Rashomon.

As for life and death, Lu Mingfei could only express his blessings.

As for the judgment, hell will treat every guest well. "Alas! Senior brother, I was just wondering when this express train will come."

Fingel walked down the stairs, moving and retracting freely, with no trace of anything strange at all. There was a hint of resentment in his expression as he chewed the hot dog.

"Oh? Have you never taken this train before? Or the school doesn't have a train timetable."

Lu Mingfei asked, looking at the crowds of people coming and going across the street.

"Sit! I sit at the beginning of every semester, otherwise I have to fly there by helicopter. The campus is in the mountains. This is the only train that goes there. No one knows the timetable. Anyway, no one knows the Chicago train station. The last conductor who knew the timetable of that train died the year before last year, and he said that the train had been in operation since before World War II."

Fingel shrugged:

"But don't worry, I have a hunch that a certain old man with silver-gray hair must be more anxious than me. Maybe he's already driving the human-powered rail car over now."

"Silver-grey old man? Professor Guderian."

Lu Mingfei's mind unconsciously pictured an orange human-powered railcar being rocked up and down on the long railway track, sweating profusely and feeling anxious.
The picture is too beautiful.

"Yes, Guderian, hiccup~"

Fingel burped a coke and added the wound with a sinister tone: "Associate professor."

"And junior brother, I am a serious senior brother, I will not suffer any loss if I call you senior brother."

Fingel is very convincing.
"First, we are both Guderian's students. Second, senior brother, I have been studying in Kassel for eight full years!"

The air is quiet for two seconds.

"Okay, senior brother, you are really awesome."

Lu Mingfei was a follower of the good. Although he already knew it, he was still shocked when he heard it with his own ears.

The thousand-year-old king and the 8-year-old turtle, I would like to call Fingel the most affectionate person in Kassel!

"Ah, junior brother, I feel like you are slandering me."

"No."

"Really not?"

"Not really."

"Okay, I can feel your sincerity. I mean, aren't you worried about your future at all? Like me, repeating a grade for four years or something."

"Not worried at all."

"Very good! Senior brother, I admire you very much. You look very determined!"

"It's not that exaggerated. Sometimes I hesitate."

"tell me the story."

"For example, I'm thinking about whether to hijack a helicopter and let's fly there directly."

"."

Fingel choked on the hot dog and said repeatedly: "It's good to hesitate, it's good to hesitate, it means your wisdom is perfect and your quality is noble!"

If this is really done, wouldn't the "activity funds" that old man Angers spends hard to save to spend on sightseeing and seeing beautiful girls will be greatly reduced?
Fingel observed a second of silence for the principal.

"Just to put it casually, after all, the money to buy one helicopter is enough to build thousands of smaller ones."

Lu Mingfei smiled dumbly and wanted to think carefully about his undeveloped drone business.

"Small? Toy model?"

Fingel didn't understand and asked keenly.

Lu Mingfei didn't answer, stood up and looked in the direction of the platform.

"Look, I heard the unusual ringing of bells and the sound of a train whistle. A train was coming."

　Report! Chapter 1 is here!

　　p1: Ask for everyone’s suggestions.

　　Is Lu Mingfei's English name still Ricardo or Lucifer?

　　The latter may feel strange, but the former can only be explained again as given by Nono~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)