Longmen Memoirs

"How did you get in?"

Ines didn't hear her subordinates' announcement. Now this floor has been reserved by Victoria and the Kazdaele Investigation Team as a temporary residence, and some police officers from the Guards Bureau are still under surveillance at any time, either covertly or covertly. In the past few days, Indra has been running out of the Guards Bureau and the city on the pretext of investigation, and other members of the investigation team rarely make any big moves.

Their unhurried manner seemed to indicate that they completely trusted the people of the Guards Bureau, or they thought that the news they brought was enough for the Guards Bureau to take action. After all, this was Longmen, not their country.

They uphold the spirit of international humanitarian powers to track down fugitives, follow legal procedures to enter Longmen, and disclose the possible harm to Longmen without any concealment. This is enough and righteous. You cannot expect a group of foreigners to do their best for the safety of other countries on the soil of other countries. .

W pointed to the top of his head and then to the large window.

"That's how I came in." She answered matter-of-factly, not even expecting Ines to praise her.

"That's good. Being seen by the Guards Bureau will be a bit troublesome after all." Ines nodded: "You came to me, does it mean that you are almost ready?"

"Rhode Island arrived at Longmen late last night and is now docked at Longmen Outer Harbor. Don't tell me that you can't even get this information on your vacation. Then you are a complete waste."

There was visible sarcasm in W's eyes, and she raised the corners of her mouth.

"You can't wait any longer. I told you, W, you are impatient." Ines sighed softly, seemingly dissatisfied with W's performance.

"Patience, patience, do you know any other words besides these two words?" W crossed his legs: "Or do you, the wild dogs without a master, just use these two words to comfort yourselves?"

"You are very angry." Ines frowned.

"You want to persuade me to calm down?" W smiled softly: "I am very good and calm, but it is you who want to linger for how long."

Under the bright light, Ines couldn't see W's shadow under the light, and the person sitting on the sofa leaned slightly against the sofa.

"Are you ready to take action? You came to me to remind me that if I don't move again, you have to take action yourself, right?" Ines said: "The situation in Longmen is much more complicated than we imagined. We just You know a part of us here, don’t you? For example, the attack on Rhode Island was beyond our expectations.”

"Is that not enough?"

"Maybe it's enough for you, but it's far from enough for Rhode Island. Do you want everyone to accompany you to die?"

W fell silent.

"Besides, the Governor of Longmen has not taken any action so far. It is only the first part of the plan. You can do whatever you want, but I will not bring my people with you." Ines continued: "Kelsey, you are better than me. Familiar, do you think she will be unprepared?"

"Rhode Island went to Qicheng..." W seemed to think of something, her breath froze for a second, and she stared at Ines: "In other words... that guy is coming back?"

"Rhode Island is Rhode Island, and Kazdaele is Kazdaele. We have no relationship and we shouldn't have any relationship." Ines put down the water glass.

"Hey..." The viciousness and anger in W's eyes were quickly subsided and replaced by an interesting look: "Do you want to destroy this city?"

"We won't destroy anywhere." Ines replied calmly.

"Like Ara Byron."

A small Vaifan town in Kazdael that disappeared due to a war between lords and mercenaries.

"I really hope you... you really do this." W put down his crossed legs: "Because that will allow me to see very interesting things happen."

"What do you mean?"

"You will know Ines, all of you... this will be a big surprise." W opened his hands, his face full of anticipation.

Intuition told Ines that W knew something, but at the same time, Ines, who knew W, knew that W would not tell anyone. This guy had a crazy and disgusting bad taste.

She treated everyone equally with her bad attitude.

"You'd better know what you do next, w. You won't make His Highness feel sad, right?"

"No, I think His Highness will not be sad, at least not sad about this matter." W put down his hand firmly: "I really want to see the expressions on you people that day, it will definitely be very exciting."

Ines frowned. She tried to think of the clues in W's words, but she couldn't find any matching information in her mind.

Some people die and are subconsciously ignored and forgotten by people after their death, so that on the day they come back to life, everyone is in disbelief and speechless.

"Are you curious?" W's body leaned forward slightly, as if if Ines said yes, she would tell Ines generously.

"Not curious."

Ines's answer made W's idea come to nothing. She knew that W was deliberately inducing her in this way. She would not say it. Instead, she would sneer harshly.

There was no disappointment on W's face, she said sadly:

"I was just going to tell you. Since you're not curious, forget it."

Ines was unmoved.

"Are you going to the Guards Bureau to leak secrets?" Ines looked up at her slightly.

"I thought I had asked for your opinion."

"I don't mean to stop you, I just want to tell you that we happen to have a senior superintendent of the Guards Bureau here."

"Oh?"

"She had a conflict with the leader of the inspection team and is currently cooperating with us."

"Did I forget? I don't remember your experience of being tricked into working in a brothel." W explained kindly: "Yaozi is a new Yanguo poem I learned."

Ines did not delve into the meaning of the brothel.

"You can go find her, meet her or not. It's up to you." Ines opened the drawer of the coffee table, took out a stack of file bags, pulled out a certain photo from the file, and held it between her fingertips.

W looked at the picture of her fingertips and pulled out his hand.

The photo shows a blond-haired film.

"What's your name?"

"Shihuaiya, police officer Beatrix Shihuaiya, a Victoria immigrant, aristocrat, and heir to the SWIRE Group. You guessed it right, the SWIRE from Victoria."

"The investigation was very detailed." W raised his eyebrows while holding the gun hanging on his waist.

"She has no intention of hiding it. You just need to go to the Guards Bureau and ask. I believe many people can give the same answer."

"So what does our eldest lady want to do if she leaves her rich family fortune without inheriting it?"

"It is said that he wants to inherit the Guards Bureau." Ines slumped her shoulders: "The nobles' ideas must be weird."

Ines's words reminded W of some not-so-good experiences, and she rarely agreed with them.

Ines reminded: "After you decide, you can tell her that you are one of ours, and I will notify her in advance."

"Then, is this a sweet treat you gave her? You are still so hypocritical."

"Whatever you say."

W turned around.

"and many more……"

W looked back at Ines sitting on the sofa.

Ines pointed to the door.

"Let's go through the main entrance. There's no need to cover up."

W turned around.

"It's up to you if you like to climb through the window." She sat on the sofa, as if expecting w to perform her unique skill of climbing through the window.

W's footsteps paused, and she turned around and walked to the door expressionlessly.

The door closed gently.

Ines's mind was still trying to figure out what W had just copied, which was ambiguous.

Chapter 98 Good night, Xiaota

Longmen/Night/9:30

"you should go to bed."

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"Do you feel like this at home too?"

In the hotel bedroom, Tallulah was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at Xiao Mo on the bed. The gentle bedside lamp cast a blurry shadow, which reminded Tallulah of the dark shadow of the oil lamp shining on the wall in the Northland village.

But this is Longmen, and everything here is warm and prosperous.

There is no howling cold wind, no biting low temperature, no sweeping blizzard and the cry of winter feathers in the winter morning.

But it makes people feel no warmth at all.

The same silver hair was scattered on the pillow. Xiao Mo looked at Tallulah who was close at hand and replied in a low voice:

"Sometimes it does."

"sometimes."

"He will tell me stories." Xiao Mo looked at Tallulah expectantly.

"I can't tell stories."

"Oh." Xiao Mo's eyes dimmed.

The face that was similar to hers had an expression that she had seen somewhere before, which made Tallulah think of herself, and her thoughts of turning around and leaving the room gradually disappeared.

"I've heard stories told by others, you..."

"Listen." She was interrupted before she could finish her words.

So starting from 09:30, Tallulah sat by the bed and started telling stories. She was also very surprised why she would do such a thing. In fact, she had done similar things before in the organization. Everyone sat around In front of the campfire, he talked about his past experiences, which he either saw or heard.

She didn't hate this feeling of sharing, because it would bring them closer together and gain recognition. But later, she couldn't remember when it started, and her figure gradually disappeared in front of the campfire.

Is the organization getting bigger?

Or is there less time?

Tallulah couldn't tell the difference. She could only try her best to complete her work and become a qualified leader. But the more she did this, the more exhausted she felt, and the more she felt that she was getting further and further away from the organization and the people around her. Getting further and further away, and in the end, they gradually didn’t understand what they were hoping for.

She just thought they wanted something, food, medicine, habitat, family.

There is so much, so much that will never fill up what is dwindling day after day.

She didn't blend in with the crowd, but she went further and further away, but she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, and she did not do anything wrong, but she had forgotten people's hearts.

Until later, how long later, she sat in front of the bonfire again. The bonfire flickered on and off everyone's faces. In fact, it was not warm, but the temperature of people gathered together was enough to drive away the cold.

The wall of people sitting in front of the campfire made Tallulah feel a long-lost peace of mind, and she suddenly understood that she had been treading water in the same place.

Tallulah's story is novel and very real, even if she intentionally makes it less explicit and deliberately eliminates a lot of the plot.

But it was different from what Xiao Mo had seen in the fairy tale book. She couldn't tell the difference. She just looked at the woman sitting on the bedside. Her eyes covered by the dim light became gentler. She was talking about her My own story inevitably brings back many past memories. [On the third day, we lost two people again due to colds. The camp lacked medicine, we had no doctor, and the food was almost exhausted. Frost Star told me that our food could still last for three days. If the number of people decreased, we might be able to survive. longer, but the needs of the sick could not be met, and I told her that the sick must be given priority no matter what.

I remember the look in Froststar's eyes, and I just hoped that they would persevere, even though I knew that hope was slim. 】

[No one will provide assistance to the infected. We are not rebels, let alone the brave cauldrons of Mikhail the Great Ear. We do not have our own city, and we do not have much soil and fields. We have Originium growing on our bodies, and we have no A few weapons, snow melting in the mouth becomes water, and the stomach is filled with grass seeds and bark. This is what they think. I have learned a lot recently.

We are just a group of infected people with nowhere to go. I feel more and more that it is right to come to Beiyuan first. This place is full of people who have nowhere to go and nowhere to return to.The infected people and people in the city will be divided, and various countries will be suspicious of each other because of their racial differences. Only in the snowfield, people will be simpler. 】

[I want to go back to the south, but I should not be the only one going back this time. There is a difference between an infected person freezing to death and starving to death in the snowfield, and an infected person dying of illness on his own land. The infected person should open up his own land. If Ursus does not allow it, this Ursus should be changed.

Escape, exile, leave this country, and in the end they are just displaced. The places on this earth that accept the infected are just fairy tales. The infected need to regain their dignity, strength, unity, and change the status quo.The important thing is to regain the confidence of infected people, and the key is to make our lives meaningful. 】

[When I first became an infected person, I lived in a haze. I knew that Cosiche wanted to use me to do many things, but I was always afraid of what exactly he wanted from me.

Is he planning to use some means to destroy the infected communication network that I spent so much time building?

Or is he planning to let me divide the infected into urban faction and degenerate faction?A more terrifying situation is whether he intends to let the infected become a new army and bring Ursus into the war again. I can only guess, and the darkness lingers on my head, lingering.

But I can only move forward. There is a snow monster, it seems to be called Peloteva. She fried oil seeds with tumor milk yesterday. This method is really strange and the taste is quite interesting. 】

[Our habitat is constantly receding, and tree roots are not unpalatable. This is the only food we can find. I propose to go south. Ursus Yugo’s warships on the snowfield are looking for the infected people day and night. Traces, pickets were following us like wolfdogs, there was no way out from the north, we had to go south... But the patriots refused. 】

[I don’t know how far we have to go.I occasionally hear the cry of winter feathers, what does that mean?Does it mean that spring is coming soon? Although it is still very cold, the days when the weather gets warmer should not be far away. After three weeks, we finally found two villages willing to exchange materials with infected people, a few kilometers away from them. We set up camp in an abandoned settlement. There was a lot of fuel there, which could sustain us for a while. The tree roots were really not tasty, and we didn’t want to hear what the old man said about them being very nutritious. 】

[I heard some bad news. There are many nearby settlements that have been attacked. I have been to the nearest one, and it can no longer be seen from its original appearance. I suspect it was done by the pickets. This one we found The things left behind in the settlement should be supplies that they didn't have time to take away before retreating. They left in a hurry.

The old man revealed something to me. He said that he had heard about this incident more than ten years ago and had seen those people. They were not pickets because those people looked like they were only teenagers. Usas was doing it again. What a trick, and it's for the infected. I just hope they have disappeared. 】

[I don’t know how to describe my mood that day. It may be the best news I have heard in more than ten years. A man came from a village a few kilometers away from us. They said he was looking for the whereabouts of the infected. But he was alone, and he followed the people we exchanged supplies with back. 】

[He said that he could find people who were willing to help the infected people. I agreed, but I didn’t really believe him. The long road made me feel scared, and the waiting time was also long and panicking. 】

[He came back with the things he promised, weapons, food, medicine... He said there would be more in the future.

I don’t know what price he paid, but these things are like a dream to us. Everyone is happy as if they are celebrating a festival. I haven’t seen a smile for a long time, and even the old man was in a trance.