I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 9 Cruel Times

"Xiao Lian! You finally woke up!"

Amidst the cheers of surprise, Tu Lian slowly sat up from the bed and found that she was already in a ward. All the wounds on her body had been bandaged. Only a little discomfort was left to remind her of what she had experienced. survived the disaster.

She only remembered that at the end, a blazing white light burst out from the yacht that was smashed into the sea, covering everything in an instant.
Thinking of this, she quickly asked: "How is the situation?"

"Are you talking about the god's resurrection? It's over. The god continues to fall into a deep sleep. The gathered family members have also fled. The seniors of the execution department are chasing after him."

The bespectacled girl sitting next to her hospital bed said this and handed over the peeled apple in her hand: "Hey, eat some fruit to replenish your health."

This is her best friend and best friend.

But Tu Lian looked at the apple in front of him, had no appetite at all, and shook his head slightly.

"You don't want to eat? Then I'll eat." The girl with glasses put the apple into her mouth unceremoniously, and said with some confusion: "Why do you look like you are worried?"

"Where is he?" Tu Lian hesitated for a long time before asking this question.

"Who? That person?" The girl with glasses was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "He's dead. He was at the center of the explosion. How could he survive?"

After saying that, the girl with glasses seemed to realize something again, and asked in surprise: "You like him?"

"What are you talking about?" Tu Lian glared at his best friend who had such wild ideas.

But this girl with glasses has already begun to analyze it logically.

"It's not impossible. Although that person is not very handsome, he is really handsome!" When the girl with glasses said this, her eyes lit up and she almost lost her heart. "Especially at the end. When you face the gods directly, you are so handsome!"

After hearing this, Tu Lian also thought of that arrogant figure, which indeed had some arrogance and arrogance.

But that's not what she wanted to ask.

"I just want to know his origins." Tu Lian emphasized seriously.

"Oh, I don't know." The girl with glasses said this, and then said seriously: "But I can be sure that he is not an ordinary sailor."

Hearing such nonsense, Tu Lian could only sigh that his best friend's nonsense literature was really good.

If that person were an ordinary sailor, he would have been frightened out of his wits when facing the Familia, let alone remain rational when facing the evil god.

However, her best friend still shared some useful news.

"The Intelligence Department could not find any relevant information, and no wreckage of other ships was found underwater. There was no news of shipwrecks nearby. It was as if the man appeared out of thin air."

The girl with glasses muttered a few words, then seemed to remember something, and said quickly: "By the way, the Intelligence Department is asking you to collect information. Yeah, come on."

The door to the ward was pushed open, and several serious-looking men in suits walked in under the leadership of an old professor.

"Rei, you're finally awake. These are the seniors from the Intelligence Department. They are here to inquire. Mai, please come with us." The old professor seemed relieved.

After the men in suits thanked the old professor, they stepped forward solemnly and said: "Hello classmates, as the professor said, we are from the Intelligence Department and are also your seniors, so you don't need to be nervous, this is just Just a routine inquiry."

"Ah."

Compared with the attitude of his best friend who secretly mumbled about troubles, Tu Lian calmly waited for the inquiry.

"Excuse me, were you ordered by the professor to guard the man?"

"Yes."

"Then what did you observe?" The man in the suit pulled up a chair and sat down, picked up his notebook and started taking notes.

After Tu Lian was silent for a moment, he said: "He has received training, including close combat and the use of firearms, and has also received special training in willpower."

"Well, is there anything else?" The man in the suit wrote down one by one, then raised his head again and asked.

They have already noticed these obvious problems, and there is no need for the girls to repeat them again. What they want to know is that as one of the few girls on the ship who has communicated with them, they can tell some news that they don't know.

Tu Lian also knew this, so she continued: "In addition, he seems to be very familiar with the environment inside the ship."

This time, the man in the suit did not record it immediately, but looked at her seriously and confirmed again: "Are you sure?"

"Not sure." Tu Lian lowered his head.

She was indeed unsure, but recalling the calm demeanor of the other party as he shuttled through the cabin, and even knowing how to activate self-destruction, she had to have some doubts.

And one thing she didn't say was that the other person seemed to know her very well, from what she liked to eat to what books she liked to read, and even her past.

The man in the suit did not continue to ask. After writing this down in his notebook, he asked again: "Besides, did you learn anything else during the chat with him?"

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After hearing this, Tu Lian began to strip away the topics related to her from the useless chat with that person, and tried hard to search for anything worth talking about. In the end, she really found one. "He seems to have come here specifically for this matter. He said that he would be a hero that no one can stop at this intersection."

she said softly.

After hearing this, the man in suit raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't say anything and silently wrote it down. The other men in suits also lowered their heads.

Although the origin of that person is unknown, he is indeed a hero who sacrificed himself for mankind. No matter what they say, they should pay him some respect.

Seeing the solemn expressions of these men in suits, Tu Lian was embarrassed to say what the man said, because after the man said that he wanted to be a hero, he was afraid that the description was not enough, so he added: Like a mop stained with shit, Lu Bu is reincarnated, One man fights three dogs at the entrance of the village.

It’s really hard to describe in words
"Is there anything else you want to add?" the man in the suit asked again.

"No more." Tu Lian shook his head.

"What about you, classmate." Seeing this, the man in the suit changed his question to another person and looked at her best friend beside her bed.

"Well," the girl with glasses said seriously after being stunned for a moment, "Elegance, well, he is very elegant."

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"Who is this person?"

In a dark conference room, several people were watching the video projected on the screen. It was a battle scene recorded by various cameras on the ship.

In the picture, the man was fighting monsters from the deep sea. He didn't have any decent weapons in his hands. Sometimes he used picture frames, sometimes he used decorative swords on the wall, but more often he used tables and chairs, but no matter Whatever you use, it’s just right every time.

Dodge and attack like a top dancer dancing on the tip of a knife.

People watching could even see a hint of beauty in it.

It was an elegant violent aesthetic, precise, fast, and without any sloppiness. It was hard to believe that this was not a wonderful performance that had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

"Have you found out who he is?"

"Not yet. This person is very mysterious. We have used all channels and can't find any trace of this person's existence."

"But he was really on that ship, and he also prevented the evil god from coming."

As the video clip ended, people in the conference room began to chatter.

"The intelligence department has interviewed the trainees on the ship, and they have said that this person seems to be familiar with the environment on the ship and even knows how to activate the self-destruct device."

"Is it our missing student?"

"I checked, it's not."

"No matter what, there must be a powerful organization behind this, with connections and resources that we don't know about. It has even penetrated into us and can act without us noticing."

After discussion, everyone in the conference room came to such a conclusion with solemn expressions.

And they seemed to want to continue discussing this issue, but an old voice interrupted them.

"Rather than this, what I want to say more is that because of your arrogance, I almost lost dozens of outstanding students and professors."

Hearing this voice, other people in the conference room looked around and saw that it was an old man with gray hair. Compared with the solemnity of the others, although this old man was also wearing a straight suit, his sitting posture was very casual. , leaning on the back of the chair, his legs resting on the conference table, his index finger tapping the armrest of the chair, his eyes as calm as water.

But everyone in the conference room knew that the old man was angry.

"I know you're unhappy about your suspension, but that shouldn't be confused with anything."

An elderly lady wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the old man's deep voice.

"I said that they never gave up. Now, they are back again. This is a signal. Before this, there were signs that the ancient gods may have revived, but you turned a deaf ear to them as rumors. , what so-called organization are you still discussing now?"

"What do you want?" the older woman asked, taking a deep breath.

"I want my school and my students back. A new era has come. We need fresh blood, not a bunch of old and dull guys."

The old man, who was older than anyone else in the conference room, stood up. His eyes were as calm as water, with a sneer on his lips, and he turned his head and strode out of the conference room.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other for a while, and finally asked loudly and dissatisfied: "Fyodor! The meeting is not over yet! Where are you going?!"

"Looking for new blood, this will be a cruel era. Rather than staying with a group of old and smelly guys, I still prefer to take risks with young people. Even if I die, I will die in the arms of a young girl. .”

The old man dropped these words without looking back, then opened the door and strode away.

Everyone in the conference room, apart from secretly cursing the old pervert, had nothing to do with the old man.

(End of this chapter)