I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

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Across a glass, Polbo did not turn his head immediately, but raised his hand and grabbed a banana in his hand.

Fernando counted carefully—there were about a dozen layers of meat stacked on the back of Polbo’s neck.

If you are so fat, you can't even get out the door. If you leave the prison, such a person will probably die at the hands of some enemy within an hour, right?

"Ah...I know."

Polbo swallowed the banana and finally turned around: "You want to join us?"

"Yes."

"Okay, we never reject newcomers who want to join." Polbo agreed and moved his body to look around with difficulty.

After a while, he found the water dispenser behind his body, and took a glass of water unhurriedly.

It wasn't until the water was finished that Polbo continued: "Just pass the test."

"Test?" Fernando was very cooperative, showing a surprised look.

"But let's not talk about the test for now." Polbo seemed to have his own rhythm in speaking - this seemed to be a bad habit, after all, the "test" thing was brought up.

It's a pity that in this prison, he is the one who talks.

Polbo raised his hand and scratched his ears, leaning against the wall like a mountain of meat.

He asked, "You said yesterday that there was a group of people looking for 'Arrow'?"

"Ah, yes." Fernando seemed to know everything: "It's some Orientals, they seem to come and ask around and leave. Because they are long... You know, Orientals are very tall. Features, it is estimated that I am afraid of being remembered."

"Oh? Where's the name?" Polbo asked.

Fernando made a recollection, and after a while, he said in a low voice with some fear: "No... I don't remember it anymore. It's all Dongfang's name, so it's a mouthful..."

"No impression at all?"

Bolbo sat up slightly, the flesh on his stomach rising and falling like waves on the water.

He was squeezed by the flesh until only a small slit was left in his eyes with scrutiny, staring at Fernando as if judging whether he was lying.

Fernando looked at him with sincerity on his face.

When the time is right, he looks away again, as if he can't continue to look at him because of the pressure.

"fukada...fuka..."

Fernando murmured a few words, with a strong local Italian accent, and then he was not sure: "My friend said that one of them mentioned some fukada... I don't know if it's a name or something from abroad, and I don't know. Do you think so..."

"Fukada?" Polbo narrowed his eyes, a little surprised: "Is it a woman who came to ask questions?"

Hearing this, Fernando looked confused and shook his head.

——So...why do you subconsciously think it's a woman?

The answer seems obvious.

This matter seems to have turned the page here, Polbo raised his hand and waved it casually, and said lazily: "Forget it if you can't remember."

He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it, and put it aside the small window where three meals were delivered on weekdays, his tone was still unhurried.He didn't seem to take it to heart. "Take this lighter and make sure the fire doesn't go out until you return it to me tomorrow, even if the test passes."

"......that's it?"

Fernando was a little surprised - this time it wasn't pretending.

What kind of test is this?

Even if you close it secretly, and then open it again when you bring it back tomorrow, it will be fine, right?

Or...

What other means of surveillance does he have?

What can a lighter represent?

Fernando agreed with a frown, and left with a lighter.

Polpo didn't care about Fernando, turned his head and continued to watch TV.

but...

fukada?

Fukada...