At night, in front of the temporary prison gate.

The guards guarding the door looked sad, as if they had been hungry for a whole day, and then the dessert was robbed and only the spicy dishes were left to eat.

Seeing the two of them coming towards them, the guard's eyes lit up, "Patriarch!"

"Good work. The red-haired pseudo-boy smiled and nodded to the guards, "How's it going?"

The little girl still wouldn't speak. ”

"Got it—let's try to talk to her." ”

"Oh...... Please come in. ”

The guards moved out of front of the door in a daze, looking curiously at the outsiders who followed the patriarch.

He had seen the young guest fight the night before, and he knew that the young thief with the gun had been captured. It's just why did the patriarch take this child with him......

Could it be ...... This guest is also a master torturer!?

The guards were terrified by their own brain supplements, and when Xiao Ye walked over and nodded to him, he directly flicked three feet away, making Xiao Ye and the young patriarch face each other.

“…… He probably has a phobia of purples, don't worry about it, just go inside. Ye may have been trained by the clansmen who are always full of foreign appearances, and after only a moment's pause, he calmly pushed open the door and beckoned Xiao Ye to enter the house.

It's just that the reason is so bad that even the Pichu on the girl's shoulder is quietly complaining about "what the hell is purple phobia".

The two of them walked underground together, and the cellar that had not seen the light for a long time was filled with the rare cool air of the Southern Islands.

The man with a depressed face got up, "Patriarch, she won't say anything. ”

Xiao Ye looked across from the man - the black-haired girl had her hands tightly tied behind her back, her head hanging and she couldn't see clearly.

As soon as she stood still, as if her senses other than her vision had locked on the identity of the visitor, the girl suddenly looked up and her gaze hit Xiao Ye fiercely.

Sensing the deep hatred in those eyes, Saya thoroughly understood the meaning of karma that had brought her here.

The Wind Thieves have always been cunning, and have been at odds with the Flame People for many years, and would rather be beaten a few times than reveal a word of information to their enemies. Therefore, the left-behind team focused their efforts on interrogating the underage child.

It's just that the wind thieves' hatred of children seems to be thorough, and the girl has been silent since she was put in a makeshift prison, and no matter the interrogators threatened, verbally abused, or tentatively mocked, everyone didn't even know her name.

- But when the person who appeared in front of her was the main culprit who had caused her to such a situation, could a child under the age of ten still be calm?

"Forget it, Patriarch. Sayo's tone changed. She always spoke gently and calmly, but now there was a hint of sharpness in her tone, more like what a young man of this age should be, "A little girl who can do such a stupid thing as sneaking into the enemy camp probably doesn't know anything useful - as long as the wind thief still has brains, he won't tell her the information, will he?"

The black-haired girl's face flushed instantly. Before she could scream, she heard the annoying dwarf patriarch agree, "You have a point. We need so many people that we don't have time to spend time here. ”

"Why don't I go out and throw them all into the police station, so that I don't have to waste manpower watching." ”

The purple-haired girl said nonchalantly, glancing at the young thief with her spare eyes, and then smiled and talked about which dish was more delicious at this dinner, as if the thief she caught was less important than dinner. And the hint of provocation and contempt in the faint glance completely angered the destitute.

"If you have the ability, you will call the police, what are you dragging when I am afraid of you!" The girl stood up abruptly and slammed the table in front of her, "Even if your ancestor and I die headfirst on the pillar of the police station, I won't tell you a single secret!!"

The young patriarch secretly applauded the tourist's acting skills in his heart - he could see that Xiao Ya was a kind person, and he was worried that he would not be able to provoke the Wind Thief Girl.

The purple-haired girl squinted at the angry little wind thief. Before she could say the lines she had predicted, she suddenly caught the deep fear hidden in the girl's eyes.

However, the Wind Thieves have always been dismissive of the small local police station, and even brazenly declared, "Even if you are caught a hundred times, you can escape" - even Xiao Ye, who first arrived here, had heard of how lawless they were.

Xiao Ya's thought moved, and Fu Zhi took out a pitch-black device from his jacket pocket.

It was the walkie-talkie she and Yang Yu had seen in the mountains. She covered the damaged part with the palm of her hand, and said into the walkie-talkie, "Hear me, according to the agreement, I have proved that she is not in danger, and if you want to bring her back, please consider my offer carefully." ”

Karmic turned his head in astonishment. Before he could say anything, the girl's face suddenly changed.

"Don't, don't tell the adult...... If my troubles are exposed, he'll kill us!!"

The cellar fell silent for a moment.

The girl's tears were already welling up in her eyes. It wasn't until she saw the stares of the two people on the other side that she realized that she had said something that she must never say.

The young thief's face turned white.

After that, no matter how much cynicism or coercion, the Wind Thief Girl refused to speak again, but sat there with her head down, as if shivering slightly from the chill of the cellar. None of the people present had much experience in interrogation, but even inexperienced people could see that they could not ask for any useful information, at least now.

— or rather, the information you most want to verify is already in hand, and there is no need to continue dwelling on it.

After leaving the temporary prison, Sayo handed over the broken walkie-talkie that had made a meritorious service to the young Flame Nation Chief.

The young patriarch still has no elders, and he sends a series of endless compliments to the tourists' acting skills and improvisation, and the praise of Xiaoye is unbearable and begging for mercy.

"Mr. Ye, you really don't have to do this...... It's okay if you don't want to explain what you just did, and I don't plan to ask. ”

"Hey...... Is it obvious?"

"yes. ”

“……”

Maybe it's because the leader of a deep mountain nation doesn't need too many twists and turns, this patriarch has a clear mind, and when he wants to hide something, he feels guilty first, and can only use a set of praises to coax the child to be happy while fooling through the test - it's a pity that the business is not very skilled, and the whole process is too violent, and the coaxed child feels creepy as if he is going to be deceived into sacrificing to the sky in the next second.

In order to prevent karma from racking his brains to come up with any strange ideas, Saya decisively said goodbye to him and set out on the road back to his residence.

Undoubtedly, the words of the Wind Thief Girl reveal an important message - it is not the Wind Thieves who started this mess, but the "someone" who hides behind them and directs them to do things, and it is by no means a soft-hearted good person. Xiao Ye didn't know much about the Flame People, so I didn't know what enemies they might have, but judging from the reaction of the industry, maybe the patriarch already had a guess in his heart.

The topic of "enemy family" has always been very sensitive, even if there is no gag that the patriarch does not understand, Xiao Ye will not explore it indiscriminately.

The message I saw at the Alliance's National Library a month ago flashed through Night's Heart, along with all the trivial information related to it. She felt that when this matter was over, maybe she should have a good talk with the leader of the "Flame People" in this era, the Fire Plains.

By the time Xiao Ye returned to Yong Zhen's house, it was already very late.

The training of the Dance of the Gods has ended, and Yang Yu knows that Xiao Ye has been called away by the patriarch, so he accompanies the Pokémon training in the open space in front of the door while waiting for the guests to return.

"I see...... In other words, there is someone else to blame?"

Yang Yu paused for the action of cleaning the feathers of the strong chicken, and raised his head in surprise.

Xiao Ye saw a clear blankness on his face, as if he didn't know who his people had provoked, so much so that the bird-specific bath gel in his hand sprinkled the head of the strong chicken. It wasn't until the bird Pokémon made a "cooing" sound that he woke up like a dream and apologized.

"Mr. Ye, they seem to have an idea, maybe they will know the details of the enemy after a while. Xiao Ye jumped off the large stone covered with scorch marks and deftly lifted the topic, "It's late, can you rest?"

Yong Zhen also coughed incessantly because of the poisonous smoke, and in order to prevent his son's friends from being disturbed by living in the same house and staying awake all night, his parents suggested that Xiao Ya and Yang Yu temporarily change residences - the candidate location is naturally Yang Yu's house next door.

The layout of the two residences is basically the same, but Yang Yu's house does not have so many rich furniture and furnishings, which seems to be a lot empty and deserted.

"My parents both work in the United area, and they are very busy at work, so I am the only one living here...... Uh, or I don't usually live here?"

Xiao Ye saw that Yang Yu's gaze was drifting to the next door, and immediately expressed his understanding. With the degree of Yongzhen's love of liveliness, he must not let go of the neighbor boy who lives alone.

The red-haired boy squinted and smiled and took Xiao Ye's backpack and hung it on the shelf, "Please sit casually - although I don't live here often, I have already cleaned the room, although I can rest assured that there will be no dust!"

Xiao Ye didn't know whether to say "thank you" or "I don't have to bother so much" or "I didn't worry about this", so she simply stuffed Pichu who was lying on top of her head and pretended to be asleep to the teenager running around. Sure enough, Yang Yu, who was about to go to the kitchen to cut fruit, immediately froze in place, and only dared to carefully stroke the fluff on the mouse's back, for fear that the action would wake it up.

Although the number of residents of the Yang Yu family was less than that of the next door, the Pokémon who kept jumping out of the balls quickly filled the gap, and soon turned the residence into a flame-like bustle. Xiao Ya had no intention of rejecting this habit, but many of the Pokémon in his hand were too big, and in the end, only a few guys who were small and not afraid of heat were released.

"When I was a child, my parents were rarely at home, and Uncle Jingmu took care of me, and he said that 'if you feel lonely, you will fill the room with Pokémon'. Yang Yu casually explained the reason for his behavior, and showed a helpless expression, "It's just...... I don't think there's 'loneliness' in the Valley of Flames. ”

Xiao Ye looked at the opposite householder who was poking his head out and beckoning violently to Yang Yu, and nodded thoughtfully.

Yang Yu doesn't like to chatter like Yong Zhen does, so he seriously leads Xiao Ye to the guest room and says goodnight. Before changing into pajamas and lying down on the cool bamboo mat, Xiaoya glanced at her phone.

It was already approaching eleven o'clock, and the valley of flames, which was always full of energy, was gradually quieting down, and it was a good time to think. She opened the photo album and looked at the photos she had taken before handing in the walkie-talkie.

Even if he already knew that there was a mastermind behind this, there was too little information that Xiao Ya could get. She thought that the walkie-talkie, which had been determined to be owned by the wind thief, might be a key point, so she tried to browse the models of military walkie-talkies on the Internet.

And an hour later, unsurprisingly, it ended in nothing.

Most of the military equipment that can be found on the Internet is an old version that has been eliminated, and there are countless types, and it is too difficult to find a walkie-talkie of unknown model from it - not to mention that Xiao Ye is not sure whether what he picked up is an obsolete model.

The search continued until twelve o'clock, and the big-headed Saya finally gave up on this hopeless method of investigation.

She hesitated, but clicked on the LINE icon to open the chat interface with Xiaotian.

The two didn't talk much about it after they added friends, and there were only a few sparse landscape photos to share in the record - but the group chat called "Dawn Four Elders" was filled with sea-like information by the golden retriever siblings.

Soon, a new message popped up in the private chat interface.

[Xiaotian, I remember you mentioned a military equipment website that only trainers can log in to view?]

[Can you send me the URL?

Xiao Ye knew that his captain didn't have a bad habit of staying up late, and after seeing that the message was sent, he put his phone aside and stopped using it.

Her Pokémon have long since ended their play. Pichu was nowhere to be seen, probably pretending to be asleep in Yang Yu's arms until he was really asleep. The Lizard and Ghost Stone each occupied a corner of the room, while Leo Lu leaned against the doorway and slept lightly, his ears twitching from time to time, as if he was always on the lookout for movement outside the house.

Sensing that the puppy opened its eyes and looked at it, Saya smiled at Leolu, and finally lay down quietly, emptying his brain and letting his consciousness sink into the darkness.

Early the next morning.

Ten minutes before the sound of the drum, which represented the wake-up order, the sunlight poured into the bedroom through the gaps between the curtains, waking up the stranger.

The purple-haired girl sat up in a daze and glanced at the sunburned phone screen.

It was already lit up, showing a new message it had received a few minutes earlier — a web address, and the questions that followed.

[Did something happen to you?]

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Small Theatre:

Charizard: (aggrieved) I also want to go out and sleep with my master, why am I so big a QAQ!

Tyrannosaurus: (apathetic) I'm glad I'm so big I don't want to see any red-haired ones again.

Tabitori: (pretending to be calm) I don't mind staying in the balls, it's just that the tree fruit on the table looks delicious...... Well, maybe it's better to be a little smaller.

Snow Boy: (crying) I want to play with everyone, and I don't want to be afraid of the heat, because I'm not a big QAQ at all!

Pichu trapped in Yang Yu's arms: (dead fish eye) wants to return to the ball, and the hot mouse dies Qiu.