The Riddler Get Out of Terra

[...Can you please stop speaking in such a tone?You are not some old woman who is pretending to be tender, so pretentious...]

The muscles on Hao Zhao's face trembled, and he resisted the urge to have black lines all over his face. Kong Ming's sudden change in tone, based on his ability to associate, was already starting to make him sick.

[Just tell me whether you want to use it or not. 】

[…I don’t buy melons. 】

【@(_+_(3+"(2;9"2;4(';28)";28'@20_74;*(@!'+Σж……公式发你了，自己琢磨吧，当然~要是想借用我的系统也不是不可能~毕竟你的浅红貌似可能或许只能强化肉体，没法推演功法呢~】

【mud! gun! 】

Hao Zhao's face turned darker and darker as he walked. When he reached Xiacheng District, Neng Tian, ​​who was practicing driving on the empty road, endured it for a long time before he dared to say hello to Director Hao cautiously:

"Um...Director Hao, what's wrong with you?"

"Aneng? What are you doing?"

Hao Zhao looked at the capable angel who parked the car in the parking lot after spotting him and then rolled down the window and called for someone. He was a little confused.

"Practice driving!"

The capable angel said to him with a smile.

This Rutland man seems to always be able to find things that make him happy, and he can always laugh. Looking at the cheerful smile under the messy red short hair of the capable angel, Hao Zhao actually smiled too even if parting was imminent.

"I know you are practicing driving, but there is no Texas in driving practice. This is unusual."

Hao Zhao pointed at the passenger seat and the back seat. Usually Texas would sit in these positions with his back straight, and the cold-faced instructing Neng Angel on how to shift gears and control the clutch. The black-haired Luper seemed to be quite fond of the old model. Manual overlander.

But now Angel Angel actually changed into an automatic car. Although the car body was also painted with the Penguin Logistics logo, Hao Zhao had good eyesight and could easily see Angel Angel's sitting position inside the car.

The left leg is too relaxed, nothing like the way Texas drives.

"Uh uh... this is a long story~~"

The angelic smile couldn't help but tell a story, and the arc became smaller, but she was worthy of being a cheerful girl certified by the boss of Penguin Logistics. Miss Rutland quickly adjusted:

"If you want to chat, that's not impossible. Do you want to take a ride? Director Hao?"

Hao Zhao shrugged, walked to the passenger seat unceremoniously, opened the door and squeezed in.

"Okay, then Penguin Logistics can help you, let's go!"

Watching Enangang skillfully pull the brakes and put the car into gear, kick off the accelerator and accelerate on the road, Hao Zhao reached out and opened the dumpster in front of the passenger seat. Sure enough, there was Enangang's homemade Rutland candy inside.

The red-haired angel lady is indeed quite girlish.

Although she can explode the heads of gangsters while shouting "Plop pie", when it comes to desserts, she has the piety of Rutland people towards their faith.

——Carefully selected a white background with blue stripes to wrap the toffee. The two sides were pinched tightly. It looked like the heart of a girl with a spring heart. The familiar color scheme reminded Hao Zhao subconsciously of a well-known toffee store on Earth. brand.

But then he laughed to himself, twisted the sides of the toffee and threw one into his mouth.

Just like it.

...just like it.

Chapter 56 Goodbye

"Why do you like to eat the desserts I made today?"

Neng Tian glanced at Hao Zhao eating sweets with gusto, and asked while driving.

.

"I remember Director Hao, don't you like sweet things? If you want less sweet ones, you can flip the candy on the lower layer. I also made less sweet milk candies, the ones with red candy wrappers~"

Miss Nengangang always talks about desserts with a coquettish vibrato, but this is purely due to her habit of always laughing, which is completely different from the System Ji in Kong Ming's recent novel about Earth that he pretended to be pretentious.

Seeing Miss Rutland's innocent look, Hao Zhao's mind that had been poisoned by Kong Ming relaxed. The orange cat rummaged through the candies and found the one specially prepared by the Angels for those who don't like sweet things. of non-sweet candies.

He peeled off the candy wrapper and put it into his mouth. The rich milky fragrance replaced the sweet taste of the previous candy:

"Well, the dessert is not that sweet. It's really good. Are all the people in Rutland as good at making desserts as you are? You can be an angel."

Director Hao smacked his mouth, bit into the toffee, and let the soft milk under a thin layer of hard skin overflow and explode. The rich taste was fragrant with milk, and his mouth was filled with saliva.

"Of course, the Rutland people are very good at making desserts. When I go back to Rutland during the holidays, I will bring Director Hao some Rutland local desserts to try!"

Neng Angel said happily, just because his driving hands were meticulous and his eyes were focused on the front of the car window, which seemed to be a little lack of attention.

"Why do you practice driving alone?"

After the pleasantries ended, Hao Zhao killed the topic again.

The capable angel squirmed for a while and her lips did not speak. Her short fiery red hair covered one eye, and the hanging shadow covered her right eye, but Hao Zhao could still see her expression - a terrifying, blank nothingness. .

After all, joy is short-lived. A banquet or an encounter will be the beginning of happy time. But the banquet will end, the encounter will be separated, and all the good things will be gone. How much joy will be left?

Neng Tian bit the mucous membrane inside the lip gun with his teeth. Hao Zhao could easily judge the meaning of Neng Tian's small movements from his past experience:

Whenever she encounters a question that she doesn't want to answer but has to answer, the capable angel will struggle to bite the mucous membrane in her lip cavity until the mucous membrane is bitten and blood flows out, and she can recover from the slightly fishy and slightly sweet taste. Come.

Although the pain was unavoidable afterwards and he did not dare to eat desserts, and he had to apply medicine to treat the swollen and inflamed mucous membranes, the capable angel still retained the habit of biting his mouth when he was in doubt.

"Texas is going to Syracuse..."

After a long while, the capable angel tasted his own blood, and then he condensed all the thoughts in his heart, which he wished could fill a book, into a short sentence, and revealed it to Hao Zhao.

"So you want to practice driving? I remember, haven't you already passed the Longmen driving test? You have all the documents and you occasionally drive, so why do you still have to practice driving by yourself?"

Hao Zhao was a little curious about the thoughts of the capable angels.

In other words, he wanted to know if Neng Angel could still remain happy after his long-time friend left.

"I can't drive as fast as Texas," Angel Neng said with an inexplicable emotion: "In the future, I and other employees will be required to deliver express delivery. How can we do it without practice?"

“Texas is leaving?”

Hao Zhao knew the reason why the capable angel was abnormal.

"Well, she has already started packing her luggage. She is going back to Syracuse with Lapland."

The capable angel released his right hand from the steering wheel, reached into the dumpster and took out a toffee, peeled off the candy wrapper and gave one to himself:

"From now on, I will be the only one working in Longmen. I have to ask Director Hao to take care of me~"

"...That might be difficult."

Hao Zhao smiled, opened the car window and looked at the regular buildings beside the main road in Xiacheng District. The regular square buildings looked a bit like matchboxes in Earth time.

"Director Hao, do you also want to..."

The capable angel hesitated to speak.

"Well, there are some things I don't quite understand, and I plan to leave Longmen to visit other places in the Yan Kingdom."

Hao Zhao lowered his eyes, and his melancholy tone contained a power that no angel could understand - of course it would be better for ordinary people to stay in Longmen. The comfortable life, open atmosphere, decent salary and even a long vacation are very suitable for settling down.

However, Hao Zhao cannot fall into the trap of life, just like [Qiao Lun] will never settle for being ordinary.

Because in this land, being ordinary means dying slowly.

"Really... Then I can only wish Director Hao a good start and find the answer soon."

The capable angel fell silent, and everything in the land vehicle slowed down again.

"Don't be so pessimistic. My successor is Sir Xing. You have gone on several missions with her. Don't you have a good understanding?"

Hao Zhao comforted her, and Angel Neng just smiled, but this time it could only be called a smile.

Everything she was familiar with left her again, just like coming to Longmen to find the shadow of that woman.

·

“…It’s been a great pleasure working with you all, and I sincerely thank you for spending a harmonious time with me, but there are indeed some things that I need to explore and understand.

"Therefore, I will resign from the Guards Bureau at the end of the month. After Wei Gong's assessment, the captain of the special team, Xing Xiong, and the leader of the logistics team, Yi An, will jointly act as the director of the Xiacheng District Guards Bureau. I hope you will continue to work in the future. Let’s achieve great results again and maintain the tranquility of Xiacheng District.”

Hao Zhao's voice continued on the stage, but the audience below was silently shocked. Everyone watched Director Hao take off his uniform.

The hat was placed on the table in front of his chest, and a silence composed of disbelief filled the air.

No one spoke, only Hao Zhao was talking. Even though he was giving a resignation speech, this man was still talking eloquently with a smile on his face. It didn't look like he was resigning, but like he was organizing the work of the Guards Bureau next month.

But there was no joke in his words, and his expression was solemn and solemn. He was describing the change of position completely in a reporting manner. The officers of the Guards Bureau looked at each other, and finally they all focused on Hoshikuma, who was completely stunned.

Although the days spent with Sir Xing were very pleasant, the officers of the Guards Bureau were convinced by Xing Xiong’s precision and ability in performing tasks. Can Sir Xing be allowed to take charge of the Guards Bureau in the lower city?

This is as suspicious as Duke Wei abdicating his throne and letting Chen Sir, the inspector of Shangcheng District, take charge of Longmen.

Can she really complete the mission delivered by the previous generation?

Chapter 57 Leaving Longmen

However, some people are like this. Even if there are many crises involving life and death, when he makes a decision, everyone is willing to believe it.

Of course Hao Zhao doesn't have that kind of ability, but he doesn't need to do such a great thing - as long as the officers of the Longmenxia City Guards Bureau believe in him.

"Guild Wei will conduct follow-up inspections. If the two perform well during their agency period, the next director may be born between the two."

Hao Zhao nodded to Xing Xiong and Yi An in the audience. The latter was a chubby Li Boli young man with eyes on his face. When he saw Hao Zhao nodding to him, he turned red with excitement.

Yi An was a talent discovered by Hao Zhao personally. He was originally just a transparent person working in a logistics company. He occasionally bought some information through data, and at that time he caught Kong Ming's eyes.

And how could Hao Zhao let go of the talent that Kong Ming likes?

So Yi An experienced the most unforgettable ups and downs in his life:

At that time, Longmen conducted a three-year accounting training and tentatively recruited apprentices in Xiacheng District. Yi'an was the only little transparent person in the class who was promoted in high school.

Under the tired but delighted eyes of his mother, he left the family and went uptown to study technology.

Life was hard, but he studied hard and was among the best in the academy.The classmates around him are not as good as him.

However, when he graduated, his dream was shattered:

Why does Uptown need someone like him?

For truly high-end and powerful positions, people from Colombia, Victoria, and even Yanguo universities are competing!

He can only participate in interviews under the arrangement of the college.

During the interview, the classmates around him changed drastically. A Liang, who was once the worst at math, was all bright and talkative. He spoke in broken Colombian Victorian, talking to each other about whether his family and the factory director knew each other, or whether their family members were in the Ganmen Opening. Founded a company.

And what about Yi An?

He would only remember the numbers from the vocational college and huddle in the corner waiting for the verdict.

It's just that the verdict always goes against him.

Finally, Li Boli young man left the Shangcheng District. This place was indeed prosperous and dazzling with all kinds of people coming and going, but he could not survive here.

In the end, it was Xiacheng District who tolerated the child.

The three-year accounting training college issued him a thin certificate. It may not be as good as the resume that shines under the lights in Shangcheng District, but in Xiacheng District, this certificate provides Yi An with a barely passable certificate. position.

He became a warehouse manager for a logistics company in the lower city.

The mother was ecstatic when she heard the news. This woman whose soul had been devastated by suffering, her eyes sparkled when she learned that her son could find a job in Xiacheng District. She spent a week's salary to treat Yi'an, who was already a young man, to a feast.

But there is always a sense of unwillingness in the young man's heart.

He felt that he was fully qualified for a higher position, received a higher salary, and led his mother to live a better life, instead of being cowardly and trapped in a mediocre position as a logistics warehouse manager in a small downtown area.

Others may be blaming others when they say this, but Yi An is not like that.

A week after joining the company, Li Boli investigated the flow of materials in the logistics warehouse over the past year. He wrote these data in handwritten forms and matched them with logistics employers one by one. He quickly found out who the logistics company would cooperate with, and even A better statistical scheme was also devised.

However, these are of no use.

The warehouse manager just glanced at the young man inexplicably, put his plan down after a quick look in his eyes, and patted him on the shoulder lukewarmly:

"understood."

One sentence of knowing cut off Yi An's two months of hard work day and night, and shattered all his carefully crafted pride.

The end of the road may be the true portrayal of Yi An at that time.

But more tragic things are happening all the time, and misfortune always seems to like to pick one person to criticize:

My mother was injured while working in the factory. The director actually wanted to hide it and just watched her die. This was a black factory, and the three insurances and one gold stipulated by Gantry were abandoned like a joke. As everyone, it was more formal than normal. The factory has slightly increased wages.

There are countless such factories in Xiacheng District. Infected people, poor people, and even unidentified people can come here to work part-time. Longmen needs these trouble-free factories to mass-produce industrial products to maintain the economy and turn a blind eye to the fate of each consumable. One eye.

The decision of the factory director is very common in Xiacheng District. He has even contacted the gang and plans to sell a malnourished, yellow-faced car.

The body of the thin female Li Boli, if her mother had not had a few acquaintances in the factory and notified Yi An in time, young Li Boli would have been torn apart by even greater pain.