I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

fire...

Ashamed to say, it died two hours after leaving the prison.

So, the existence of the word blessing in disguise makes sense.

Fernando played with the lighter in his hand, and saw Polbo as smoothly as yesterday.

Turning on the lighter, he put the thing next to the vent window next to the prison's visitation window: "Mr. Polbo."

"Ok?"

Polbo turned over with difficulty, then sat up.

Glancing at the lighter by the window, he raised his hand and took it back.

He didn't ask any more questions, just laughed a few times, and then said: "Since you passed the test, then you will be a member of [Enthusiasm] in the future. If you have nothing to do, go back and someone will contact you."

"Mr. Polpo, I have something to ask."

Fernando no longer had the previous humility and flattery on his face, he pulled over the chair and sat down with Erlang's legs raised.

Seeing his own reflection on the glass window, Fernando felt a little disgusted, so he looked at the position of the monitor.This surveillance is obviously not used to monitor Polbo, but the people who visit.

It's a pity that the viewing window in Polbo's room is too big, and the monitoring seems to have avoided Polbo on purpose, so this monitor seems a bit redundant.

I probably didn't think anyone would dare to do anything here.

Fernando calmly adjusted his sitting position and tilted his head slightly to ensure that the surveillance could not capture his face.

Then, he took off the face demon.

"Just a few small questions, please cooperate."

"You!..." Polbo got up abruptly and knocked over the small coffee table with fruit.

It was at this time that an imperceptible, golden arrow-like light penetrated the viewing window, and the tip of the arrow accurately pierced into Polbo's neck, and then disappeared.

He seemed to want to do something, but the ferocious and angry expression didn't stay on his face for too long.

As if persuaded by something invisible, Polbo lowered his eyes and said in a steady tone, "Ask what?"

"Risa Fukada." Fernando didn't look down at him, but looked down at the pendant on his jeans.

"Fukada Risha?" Polbo seemed to be ready to know everything, frowned and said, "There are too many things about her, what do you want to know?"

"The Egypt thing, and... 'Daydream.'"

"The Egypt incident? Which one?" Polbo laughed, as if recalling: "Fukada Risha did a lot of things in Egypt."

It also makes sense.

Fernando nodded and refined the question: "About Camille, about Fernando."

"Ah! You mean Fernando!" Polbo suddenly raised his head and looked at Fernando with fixed eyes: "I remember him, a good boy, and BOSS likes him very much."

Fernando pouted, not ignoring the so-called BOSS's favor.

"It's nothing special." Polbo didn't need to respond, he continued: "The child's hand stretched too far, and he always had to pay a price. The boss actually wanted to recruit him into the group, but it's a pity that he Unknown."

Not this paragraph.

Fernando waved his hand, "What I want to ask is, what kind of arrow do you want Fernando to find? Is that arrow special?"

He remembered that Azusa Sasaki also had that kind of arrow.

"Ah, it's special. I have it too. You should have seen it yesterday, right?" Polbo continued following Fernando's words: "But it's different. The objects and uses are different."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know the specifics." Polbo shrugged and took a banana in his hand.

"You don't know?" Fernando raised his eyebrows slightly and skipped the question directly.

He knew very well that it was impossible for Polbo to lie to him now.

So next question.

"What about 'Daydream'? What is its power?" Fernando threw several questions in a row: "Can the changes it bring be reversed?"

"what!"

Polbo sneered as if he had heard a joke: "The name is 'Daydream', but once it takes shape, it is an absolute reality."

"Have you met Lisa Fukada?" The person who asked the question became Polbo: "You should know she won't die when you meet her, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Daydream, ah, daydream!" Polbo patted his thigh, and the flesh collided with the flesh and made a crisp, "pop" sound: "She can live in daydreams, just as daydreams live in other places. It's the same thing! I don't know too specific things, after all, no one will talk about life-saving skills everywhere, right?"

Fernando frowned: "Then isn't she..."

"Invincible?"

Polbo answered and asked with a smile: "You want to say that in this way, Fukada Risha is invincible, right? Even if the daydream is not too lethal."

"It's not like that either." Polbo smiled and waved his hand, as if he and Fernando were friends whom he hadn't seen for many years, and he wanted to talk about it until it was dark: "She was loyal to the boss for a while, and she didn't keep any secrets during that time. ."

"The old people in the organization know it, and it's not a secret. In the words of your young people, what is it called? It's called..." Polbo lowered his head and thought hard.