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"Lenke, we can't go on like this. We have to set a time to rotate. If we go on like this, we won't be able to hold on..."

The remaining researcher and Lenk have been staring at the sculpted monster without blinking for nearly 3 minutes. Although they can bear it so far, it still makes him very uncomfortable to keep his eyes open for a long time. There are times when things go wrong.

"Hmm... Then let's take 3 minutes as the standard. From now on, you can hold on for another 3 minutes. After 3 minutes, you close your eyes and take a break to replace me, and so on."

"3 minutes...... yes, if it's 3 minutes, I can still hold on."

Although Eli Edgar was by the side, the two sides did not regard him as a combat power at all, and after discussing with each other, they decided on the next countermeasures.

Detective Lunk, who asked the researcher to hold on for another 3 minutes, took his hand out of his pocket, took out his cell phone, and lowered his head to call a person in charge at the Montana base.

After confirming the action characteristics of this sculpture monster, he has realized that it is wrong to bring only a few elites like him. Quality is not the key, but quantity is. The most ideal way is to let a group of soldiers who Take this sculptural monster with you.

It's not too late, that's why Detective Lunke made this call. As long as he explained the situation here, let the people at the base know its characteristics, and it would not be difficult to control the sculpture monster that couldn't move in the sight of others.

"Wait, where's that monster?"

Suddenly, Eli Edgar, who had already calmed down, seemed to remember something. He no longer paid attention to the sculpture monster that had been stared at by the other two, and turned his head to look around.

"Which monster? We've got this under control... huh? You mean the owner of the clawed foot?"

Detective Lunk originally thought that Eli Edgar was referring to the sculpted monster in front of him, but anyway, Eli Edgar was unlikely to confuse the monster close at hand, and then remembered the previous few days. a photograph.

Originally, this kind of thing was hard to forget, but the oppression that this sculpture monster had given them was too great, so he didn't think of it for a while.

"Dennis did say just now that the sculpted monster was made by the owner of the chelicerous feet... This is not very good."

Thinking of what Dennis said before his neck was twisted, the sense of relaxation caused by controlling this sculptural monster disappeared instantly.

Chapter 170 Nine Artists and Friends

No matter what happens to you, it makes no difference to the world, the sun will rise as usual, time will pass normally, nothing is irreplaceable.

That being said, for Isaac Mendes, the time when some of his greatest masterpieces were stolen was the darkest moment of his life, and no matter what anyone else thinks, he I really put a lot of emotion into those oil paintings.

But without the oil painting, life still had to go on. After being depressed for a long time, he finally got out of the shadow of the oil painting being stolen and tried to start a new painting.

And right now, Isaac Mendes is out shopping for props to complement his painting, yet……………

"Sorry, sir, there is construction ahead, please go the other way."

When Isaac Mendes walked to a blocked intersection for the third time, he couldn't bear it anymore. Less than 5 minutes after leaving his house, he encountered three streets under construction. It completely blocked his way forward, so that he didn't know how to get to his destination.

"SHIT! You are all crazy, why do you have to close so many roads, how do you want me to go, you bastard!"

Isaac Mendes yelled loudly at the staff in uniform who stopped him in front of him, and his mood, which had rarely improved recently, was extremely bad.

He really couldn't figure it out, this was New York, and he was not in Queens or Brooklyn, but Manhattan. He really couldn't understand why the government department could allow the streets of Manhattan to be blocked by them just like that.

"New York's sewer improvement operation started yesterday... Dude, you'd better read the news more, this is a rare big move from above."

The staff member had obviously been asked too much, and he said to Isaac Mendes calmly, while pointing to a few slogans on the blockade pier for him to check for himself.

"Sewer renovation? In this New York? Are the government people crazy?"

As a person who doesn't care about current affairs news, Isaac Mendes heard about this incident for the first time, and noticed the abnormality at the moment of hearing about it. Of course, Isaac Mendes was not the only one who noticed the abnormality of this incident. Mendes alone, no one with common sense would think that the government's decision is normal and reasonable.

As we all know, the sewers in New York were built more than 150 years ago. Not to mention the scale at that time, even now it can be said to be very large.This is also normal. After all, New York is one of the largest cities in the world, even if it was more than 150 years ago.

It is precisely because this sewer has been built for more than 150 years. Today, after more than 150 years, countless new buildings have been added to the surface. It is almost impossible to modify the sewer that has been used for so many years. It has gone far beyond building a new sewer from scratch.

"Although you are not the first person to complain, I still have to tell you that it is useless to tell me... So now, please leave here and take another road, OK?"

The worker waved his arm forward, stared at Isaac Mendes with a cocked neck, and signaled him to leave.

"You... bastard! I'm going to sue you, I promise I will do so!"

For the staff who showed this attitude, Isaac Mendes seemed very angry. This anger was different from before, and it came purely from this arrogant staff.Originally, he was resentful because the road was blocked and he couldn't go to his destination, but this staff member refused to show his attitude on the surface, which made him feel extremely bad.

To describe the weather, Isaac Mendes's mood probably changed from a cloudy day to a rainy day with rain. The former will only make people dull, while the latter will bring a certain degree of trouble.

"Go, go, if you can find the door to complain."

Facing the furious Isaac Mendes, the staff member didn't take it seriously, and just speeded up the frequency of waving his hands, hoping that Isaac Mendes would leave as soon as possible.

"son of a bitch!"

After throwing down the most common kind greeting, Isaac Mendes finally chose to leave, even though it would make him look like a deserter, but he didn't want to say another word to the guy in front of him .

Of course, to complain or something is just an angry word. Although this staff member really made him angry, it didn't reach the point of rushing to complain to a unit that didn't know where it was located.

"Mendez, isn't this Mendez, unexpectedly meeting you in this kind of place."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from Isaac Mendes' side. After looking around, he found a man in a puppet costume.

This man is wearing a funny doll costume, holding an arrow sign in his hand that says he loves life and nature, and is looking at Isaac Mendes with a smiling face at the moment.

"Claire? Why are you standing here dressed in such a stupid way..."

The man in the doll costume is named Antoine Claire, and he is one of Isaac Mendes' friends, but they met because of 'ice' in the corner of a party. From this point of view, the relationship In fact, it can't be said how close it is.

"Community service, you know, walking around with the damn thing and giving directions and stuff..."

"Community service, you?"

"Tsk, I don't want to come either, but my father cut off my finances and threw me here because he said he wanted me to rehabilitate... You see, it's not easy, you have to turn left Right, you see, I can do this now."

While speaking, Antoine Claire turned the arrow symbol in his hand three times, and then wrapped it around the back of his neck, moving the arrow symbol back and forth like a juggler.

"...Okay, then what do you want from me?"

Looking at this friend wearing a puppet costume and playing with the arrow sign, Isaac Mendes only wished that he had never known him. To be honest, it was too embarrassing. Passers-by here.

"Do you have... that? That's it."

When it came to business, Antoine Claire stopped playing with his arrow sign, approached Isaac Mendes, looked left and right, and said softly when he confirmed that there was no one else nearby.

Chapter 180 The secret that is not a secret

"Sorry, I've quit, I promised Julia I'd never touch that thing again."

Isaac Mendes naturally understood what Antoine Claire was referring to, but before he assured his girlfriend Julia Marguerite that he would not touch this thing, he waved his hands and expressed himself with words and actions Attitude.

"You don't know how to touch? Pfft...cough cough, well, buddy, I know and have heard some topics about you, but I also know that the paintings that caused the topic, you should be so high It's time to draw it, don't deny it, you mentioned it last time."

Antoine Clare pointed at his sore feet, leaving Isaac Mendes at a loss for an answer. Indeed, he promised his girlfriend Julia Marguerite that he would not touch those things. The only problem was that he was drinking Only when those things are in place can I draw a work that satisfies me.

In fact, since he promised his girlfriend not to touch those things, he hasn't drawn a single painting... Not a single one, not even the kind of works that no one cares about before, and he I also know why I can't draw.

Therefore, Isaac Mendes is very distressed. On the one hand, he really doesn’t want to get involved with these things. If you can't open these things... At least for now, it's unavoidable.

"I don't want to discuss this topic. In a word, I have quit. Now I don't have what you need, OK?"

Isaac Mendes ended this topic a little rudely, and he didn’t want to talk about this topic. Some problems are doomed. Before the results come out, people always want to be an ostrich and pretend that they don’t see it. this problem.

"You didn't, what a pity, I thought your words would definitely carry something with me..."

Antoine Claire ignored the first half of Isaac Mendes' sentence, only understood the second half, and said with some disappointment.

"Mom, look at the puppet..."

Suddenly, a childish female voice came from across the street. Antoine Claire and Isaac Mendes followed the voice and saw the mother and daughter with their daughter watching from across the street. watching them.

However, the mother who saw the two of them was not as innocent as her daughter. She took a few glances, especially at Antoine Clare, and then pulled her daughter away quickly, although her daughter was chattering They kept talking, but the mother didn't say anything until she took her daughter out of their sight, just took her daughter away very coldly.

Sometimes, this silence is even more sad.

"...Forget what I just said, just pretend I didn't say it."

Seeing the reaction of the passers-by, Antoine Clare suddenly lowered his voice, and sat down on the side of the road dejectedly. After all, he also had the idea of ​​reforming himself, otherwise he would not have worn this stupid person at all. The doll suit stood here, and the mother's reaction reminded him why he was here instead of throwing the doll suit in the trash.

"I'm sorry, Antoine, you know I... I... I don't know what to say."

Isaac Mendes was surprised by Antoine Claire's reaction. He thought that Antoine Claire's participation in the community activities was just to deal with it casually. Seeing his depressed state at the moment, he hesitated and did not leave , but sat down on the ground together, then looked up at the sky.

"You know, Isaac, I really want to quit... I think so every time, every time..."

"I understand, I understand, you can do it."

"No, I can't, I thought I could, but in fact... I can't, as if I'm trying to get from you now, in fact half an hour ago I was still swearing this affirmation."

"Okay, okay, you can't, you can't."

"Hey man, are you trying to comfort me?"

"Isn't it?"

"...Um, I don't know."

The two sitting on the ground didn't know what they were talking about, and some of them didn't respond casually, but such a stupid conversation made them feel a lot better.

"Speaking of which, your paintings have recently gained a crazy admirer... Uh, did he pay you for the copyright?"

"Worshipper? That's just a cheap thief! He took my best work without leaving me a dime, and the police watched me for two weeks, listen, two weeks, ten weeks. Four days, that was a desperate time when even the toilet where I was shitting was monitored."

"This at least proves your talent. Don't you always hope that someone can understand your work?"

"But not this way, definitely not this way...Damn, why haven't those cops caught that guy yet."

"Those cops have always been like this, the government has been like this, it's like now, you look around, they're tearing this down."

"I don't pay much attention to the news. Why is there no reason for the government to renovate the sewers?"

"If that's the case, I have some tidbits."

"what news?"

While chatting, the topic gradually shifted to the sewer renovation plan, which is the government's biggest movement at present. When talking about this, Antoine Clare lowered his voice and looked around deliberately.

"I don't know if it's true or not. Anyway, everyone is spreading the rumors now... They all say that the government found a monster in the sewer."

"Monster? Specifically, what kind of monster?"

"I don't know, no one knows, but... there is evidence."

"evidence?"

"This is it."

While talking, Antoine Claire sent some special photos to Isaac Mendes' cell phone.