Spore Story

Chapter 939 Days Without Friends ([-])

It’s actually Chapter 83 [Tilt Head] (→ →)
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The streets are deserted.

Although there were quite a few people active, the Moonlings, the Dunjia people, the Shadow Clan, and even the occasional Black-Bone Clan people should not have been said to be deserted, but the Black-Bone People Feng Wenyuan still felt this way.

Why do you feel this way?
Walking on the street, Feng Wen should have felt strange about his thoughts, but if he compared the scene half a day ago, no one would be surprised.

Half a day ago, it was still a busy scene here. Although there were not many friends, it was because they were all busy with their work, and they usually only saw a lot of them during their breaks.On the contrary, people of other ethnic groups can be seen a lot on the streets, because they do not have the same mandatory work requirements as friends, so they can choose their lives independently.

However, half a day later, due to the disappearance of friends, members of all ethnic groups have to work overtime temporarily to ensure the normal activities of various institutions and factories in the friend group system.

As a result, the number of people on the street is much smaller.

If it weren't for the fact that the various factories of the Pengzu have been fully automated and humanized, most of the Pengren are in research and management positions.

The functions of research positions are temporarily suspended, or temporarily stabilized by non-friend technicians; and management positions can also be assisted by orderlies, maids and other armored people and moon spirits of the previous friend managers in the short term.But half a month later, the friends woke up, even if there was no Zerg attack, they would only see a messy society.

Hope not.

Even with all kinds of help now, in fact, those Dunjia people who temporarily replaced friends and managed the entire friend clan are still in a hurry.

But for Feng Wenyuan, this is not something he needs to worry about.

Because, he is a black bone man student.

The glory of the senior who is often nagging by the elders in the family has long been regarded as a story by Feng Moyuan. Like most black-boned young people, he is a generation who grew up under the glory of the goddess. He received education from the goddess school since he was a child. Those who speak the language of friends, use the products of the friends, understand the knowledge of the friends, and master the etiquette of the friends, looking back at the former black bones, they only have two words in their hearts: barbaric.

This is helplessness and pain in the eyes of the older generation of black-boned men;
But in the eyes of these new generation of black bones, it is civilization and progress.

Who is right and wrong is just a matter of standpoint.

And there are certain reasons for being able to appear here today.

He was originally a black bone man who was sent to Xinpeng Island University to learn knowledge because of his good grades, but because most of the school's friends, professors and teachers disappeared, these students ushered in a holiday.And because they belong to the Black Bone Clan, although they agree with the Friends Clan, they still don't get along well with those Dunjia and Shadow Clan classmates in school.

So, after rejecting the invitation of several classmates who are also black-boned people, he plans to experience the elegance of Xinpeng Island alone.

It's a pity that Xinpeng Island without friends has lost most of its charm.

Looking at the desolate and deserted streets, Feng Moyuan couldn't help feeling some literati's sighs.But before he could make a sound, he stopped suddenly, because his actions at this time reminded him of the literary youths that his friends and classmates usually ridiculed. Judging from their tone, it seemed that this was not a good thing.

"But what's the point of a deserted street?"

After thinking about it, Feng Wenyuan turned around and planned to go back to school. Instead of wasting time here, it would be more meaningful to read more interesting books by friends.

But at this moment, he felt hit by a heavy object, and fell unsteadily to the ground.

After finally stabilizing his figure and getting up, when he looked up at the perpetrator, the other party had already turned across the street without looking back.

"Damn, is there any morality!" He waved his arms at the figure, but the other party ignored it at all.This made Feng Wenyuan, who thought that one more thing would be better than one less thing, a little angry: "It's still a black-skeleton man, it's really embarrassing for us black-skeleton people, you stop!"

Taking a few steps forward, Feng Moyuan also chased him around the corner.

However, the figure has disappeared.

What should be done at this time is to give up the pursuit and turn around to leave, but Feng Wenyuan's stubbornness originating from the nature of the family broke out again.Anyway, there are not many people on the street at this time, and I have nothing to do, so I must grab that person to ask for an explanation, or at least let the other person realize my faux pas.

But at this moment, this move has even been taken deep in Feng Wenyuan's heart, and it has raised the issue of the image of the Black Bone Clan.

So, after suddenly flying his sight out of the sky at high speed and heading straight to a spaceship in the universe, Kazunari started a big manhunt.

But he was alone, and he could only find a few places around him.

But just as he turned another street corner and was about to continue searching, he vaguely heard a strange whimpering sound from an alley.Driven by curiosity, he came to the intersection lightly, and carefully mobilized the skills he learned at school to cover his whole body with mental power to shield him from detection.

Then, he slowly put his head out of the street.

"Ah~ woo!"

Hurriedly covering his mouth to avoid being discovered, Feng Wenyuan looked into the alley in disbelief, two black-boned men with angry faces were actually putting a seemingly dead Dunjia man into a sack among.

How is this going!

Living in the beautiful world carefully created by the goddess for them since childhood, Feng Mohara, who has only seen such scenes in story books and film and television dramas, was so frightened that the two black-skeleton men sneaked from the other side of the alley with sacks on their shoulders. After leaving through an exit, Feng Wenyuan still didn't react.

I don't know how long it took for Feng Wenyuan to wake up from his stupor.

But at this time, he no longer had the idea of ​​looking for the black-boned man who caused the accident to preach. Instead, he turned around and ran towards the school, determined to stay away from that dangerous alley and return to a comfortable and peaceful school.

But after running for a while, he had to slow down again.Because the eyes of the Dunjia people, Yueling people, Shadow clan people and even the black-boned people always made him feel as if they were running when they saw him running on the road, so he lowered his steps guiltily, at least on the surface with a calm expression .

But in this way, he really calmed down before returning to school.

"Why did I run? It's not that I did something wrong," he finally realized, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

After hesitating for a moment, he stopped at the school gate, turned around and ran towards the police station not far away.

"I, I want to report the crime!"

……

"These black-skeleton men are so fucking good at finding their time!"

In the police station, the armored man who was sitting on the police chief's seat looked depressedly at the desk that was a little higher than himself.After thinking about whether the chair should be raised, in order to avoid the embarrassment of having his legs dangling in the air, he still sat back on his special secretary desk unwillingly, and then turned to the other two Shadow Clan and Yue Ling who were obviously holding back their laughter. ethnic police complain.

They were all temporarily dispatched police officers, and they were ordered in the face of danger, but they were inevitably a little powerless.

However, now that there is no main friend of the entire friend tribe, the situation of the remaining tribes is indeed somewhat chaotic.

"It's not as serious as you said, isn't it a black bone man who reported the crime this time?" The Shadow Clan policeman sitting on the other side shook his head: "But when it comes to murder charges, we must also be fully prepared. Don’t stay until all your family and friends come back and still get nothing done.”

"Of course," the others nodded.

In the past, I had to rely on my friends for everything, and the Dunjia people were completely helpers. It seemed that the work was very easy.But now, when I do it myself, I realize that it is so cumbersome one by one, and this is still under the condition that the population under management has dropped by more than half.

"What did the people who went to inspect the scene say?" Yue Lingren didn't say much, getting to the point.

"Not many traces have been found. He is obviously a veteran. Now we are waiting for the black-boned man who reported the crime to draw a portrait. At that time, we can search the whole city. As for the identity of the victim, we are also investigating, but it should be confirmed that he is a Dunjia man. "

"Do you want to inform the Temple of the Goddess of Soul?" The Shadow Clan policeman suggested: "After all, it is about the Black Bones, and the Temple of the Goddess has a great influence in the Black Bones, so it should be able to provide some help."

"This……"

Now at least all friends have 'disappeared' on the surface. In the eyes of the "chief" of the Dunjia police, due to the goddess's long-standing strategy of differentiation and integration against the black bones, the temple at this time unexpectedly appeared full of black bones human condition.

Under such circumstances, is the black-boned man really trustworthy?
Looking at the other two, the Dunjia still expressed his concerns.

"Why do you care so much?" Moon Spirit waved his hand directly: "At this time we should give trust to the black bone man in the temple. We must trust the vision of the goddess. If we trust them at this time, then they will work harder; but If you choose to keep it secret and not report it, if you are discovered by the temple at that time, it may be considered by the goddess as a breach of unity."

"It shouldn't be that serious." The Shadow Clan people didn't have so many worries: "Let's not think so much at this time. It's just an ordinary criminal case, so we can do whatever we want."

"Well, that's fine."

Director Dunjia, who doesn't have much opinion and his brain level is not so good, sees that the two 'subordinates' are so reasonable, so he no longer struggles, and quickly orders people to go to the Church of the Goddess of Soul in Xinpeng Island for help.

However, after seeing a lot of his boss's actions, the Dunjia still had to be careful.

While notifying the temple, he also had people report the situation to several other temples with greater influence on Xinpeng Island, and asked for help on the grounds of a common search target.In this way, the addition of several temples should be able to avoid any situation in the temple of the mind.

Neither the Shadow Clan people nor the Moon Spirit police officers, who were aware of this, said much.

Surprisingly, after being busy until nightfall, the small Xinpeng Island still did not find the two black-skeleton men whose portraits were depicted, and even the director of the Dunjiaren began to wonder if Feng Wenyuan had a wrong memory. Even entertaining them.However, the Dunjia priest from the Temple of the Goddess of Life dispelled the doubts of the suspicious Dunjia 'Director' through spiritual exploration.

Feng Wenyuan was obviously not lying, and he was very dissatisfied with the questioning of the director of Dunjia Ren.

It was the time when the young man's mind was active. After returning to school, Feng Mohara couldn't read the book, and lay tossed and turned on the bed. All the scenes in the alley echoed in his mind, but it didn't take long for him to think of it again. The point of origin of everything, the black-skeleton man who hit him.

Is there any connection between these?

Although the possibility is very small, Feng Mohara still thought along this line.

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(End of this chapter)