"See him?"

"Who?"

"The one in the corner, the skinny one who doesn't speak."

"Oh, you said him."

In the cafeteria, Khorkina turned her head to look at the thin boy standing in the corner: "Catherine, why are you paying attention to him?" Do you like him? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, there's something going on somewhere." Catherine, who was sitting next to Khorkina, hurriedly scooped up a spoonful of potato soup and stuffed it into Khorkina's mouth.

"Hmm, it's hot." Khorkina hurriedly propped up the table with both hands, took the chair back, stepped back half a meter, raised her head and opened her mouth wide, and kept fanning her hands, and the children at the next table couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

"Ah, I'm sorry... It's not hot. ”

"It's okay... Don't do it next time! You're so strange, why do you suddenly care about that little monster today? Khorkina sat back, took a sip of cold water, and glanced at her friend complainingly.

"It's just that I'm just a little curious, he seems to have never been in classes and activities with us, isn't he one of us?" Catherine couldn't see the face of the emaciated boy in the corner, and the shadow fell on his face with a gray black that was darker than the sky outside the bars.

"Don't worry about him, he's not the same person as us." Khorkina lowered her voice: "Stay away from him, a friend of mine warned me that nothing good will happen if you get close to him, and maybe it will cause the doctor's displeasure." ”

"Is that friend you're talking about?" Catherine tilted her head sideways and stared at Khorkina's pretty face: "I've always heard you say that you have a friend, a friend Balaba, but no one has ever seen your friend. ”

"He only comes out at night—" Khorkina was stunned for a moment.

"'He'? Oh~ I see. Catherine smiled maliciously.

Khorkina suddenly picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of potato soup into the other party's mouth, which made the girl scream, and once again attracted the attention of many other children in the cafeteria.

In the corner of the cafeteria, the thin boy also glanced at the two young and beautiful girls, but only for a moment he looked away, vitality and beauty did not seem to attract him, he looked aimlessly in the cafeteria, as if looking for something more important.

At this moment, a girl with pale blond hair and a doll-like figure silently walked up to the thin boy, and she stood still and looked at the thin boy as if she were observing this strange little creature that should not appear in the frozen earth.

The boy subconsciously looked up and found that the girl in front of him was about the same height as himself, holding a puppet in his arms and looking at him quietly.

After noticing the boy coming over, the girl whispered, "Yelena asked me to help her bring a message to tell you, you don't have to go to her today, she is locked up." ”

The boy looked at the girl holding the puppet in front of him for a moment, and after a while, he nodded lightly and said, "Thank you..."

The girl holding the puppet stood in place and watched the boy run to the door of the cafeteria in despair, slamming the door behind him and burying his head in the depths of the corridor, as if he had lost something important and was at a loss to find it back in a hurry.

"Zero is right." The girl hugged the puppet tightly and whispered, "What a weirdo..."

*

With a bang, the CC1000 rushed out of the red pine forest, and the unobstructed warm winter sun reflected dazzling spots on the dark body, and the express train carrying the freshmen of the Kassel Academy was heading at 300 kilometers per hour to the bustling city of Chicago in the distance.

The sunlight outside the train window shone on Lin Nian's eyelids, and the red and black color stimulated his eyeballs to wake him up from sleep, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover the light, and his eyes squinted slightly and couldn't open them.

"Are you awake? I wanted to ask you if you wanted an eye patch, but I didn't bother you when you were asleep. Caesar, who was sitting on the opposite side, put down the thick-skinned book in his hand and looked at Lin Nian.

"I had a dream." Lin Nian closed his eyes vigorously and rubbed his slightly swollen eyeballs, squinted slightly to adapt to the light in the carriage before he glanced around, and found that he was still sitting on the CC1000 train, and the freshmen in trench coats and combat uniforms were sitting on their seats and enthusiastically discussing the dangers and emergencies that this mission might encounter.

"Interested in talking about it?" Caesar raised an eyebrow, seeming to be interested in Lin Nian's dream.

"I don't know about Italian folklore and dream interpretation." Lin Nian pinched the bridge of his nose and sobered up a little.

"Dream interpretation?" Caesar heard the new words and was very interested.

"All countries in the world should have relevant doctrines now, right?" Lin Nian picked up the mineral water and took a sip: "Scientists all believe that dreams represent conscious desires, express subconscious emotions, and are implicit expressions of thought fragments that are not noticed on weekdays, and dissecting dreams can help dreamers understand themselves better." ”

"What dreams did you have, nightmares or sweet dreams?"

"I can't talk about it, I don't think Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams can answer for me what it means to dream that potato soup is very hot..."Lin Nian took a breath after drinking the water and finally eased up.

"That probably means you want to have potato soup at noon today, I know there's a nice molecular cuisine restaurant in Chicago, they can break up other ingredients and put it together into potatoes, and use potatoes to make you a potato soup, it tastes fresh, do you want to try it when you're done?" Caesar smiled and reopened the book in his hand, looking confident enough to think about the pastime after the mission was completed.

"Molecular cuisine? It feels like it's expensive. ”

"I'm in for a treat."

"If you have money, you can't let you have a treat, this kind of behavior is called 'dog slaughterer' in our country, it is more impolite, since we are friends, we should respect each other." Lin Nian rubbed the corners of his eyes, looked at the cover of the book in Caesar's hand, and tore off the topic: "What are you looking at?" ”

"Decameron." Caesar glanced at the back of the book, it was the original Italian text Lin Nian didn't know it was normal, the Kassel Academy had language classes, but he missed the first half of the Italian language initiation.

"I've heard Italian classics, but I haven't read them, and I heard that it looks like reading "Story Club"."

"Storytelling?"

"The reading materials in my hometown, two pieces of five cents a book, are all kinds of long and short stories, mixed with some jokes and comic books." Lin Nian explained.

"Then "Decameron" is no different from the "Story Meeting" you said." Caesar shrugged: "If you're willing to look at the illustrations drawn by later generations as comic strips." ”

"There is still a difference, at least the scale of the domestic "Story Meeting" is not as big as "Decameron", and the authors who submitted the manuscript are very restrained, after all, it is a matter of making ends meet."

"The story I'm seeing is that there was a minor monk in the monastery who couldn't help but break the precepts and brought the woman back to the monastery, and the abbot didn't kill his relatives after finding out, but couldn't help but make peace with the woman, but the process was discovered by the little friar and used it as a threat to everyone's quiet life, and the end of the story was that the minor friar and the abbot brought the woman back to the monastery from time to time to make nonsense."

"Brother Caesar, it's not me who said, your Chinese idioms are really used for climax..."

"Did I use the wrong word?"

"Forget my words, what religion do you Italian monasticisms follow? Wouldn't the author of such a story be burned to death by hanging a cross? ”

"The idea advocated by the novel is to oppose asceticism and promote human freedom... Guys who oppose asceticism in Italy usually mix very well. Caesar smiled.

"Human freedom and indulgence of one's own desires can be regarded as human freedom?" Lin Nian asked: "The little monk and the dean in the story have done something wrong, so it can be regarded as complicity, right?" ”

"But they didn't force the woman to have sex with them." Caesar gave a different view.

"I don't know much about religious issues, I just instinctively feel that they are doing something wrong." Lin Nian didn't want to dig deeper on this issue, after all, he hadn't read the original text.

"It's like you're from the Religious Correctional Center, and you know about this and arrest the two of them, how are you going to sentence them?" Caesar closed the book and asked an interesting question.

"I don't know, burn them all?" Lin Nian said.

"What if the little friar and the woman are in love."

"But they shouldn't be doing that kind of thing in church." Lin Nian said: "I will probably still burn them." ”

"It seems that you have taken on the role of the law enforcement officer of the correctional center." Caesar nodded and looked out the window at the city looming in the distance: "If only this mission could be so simple, we found the prisoner, convicted him, and burned him." ”

"I heard that the prisoner was a serial murderer." Lin Nian said.

"How do you know?" Caesar turned back.

"I heard, I just heard." Lin Nian waved his hand.

"That's better, like that madman deserves it." Caesar said lightly.

"If you caught him, would you kill him?" Lin Nian asked rhetorically.

"I probably will." Caesar nodded, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes: "Isn't it what we should do to protect the weak and severely punish the murderers?" ”

"Looks like you're more conscious than I am." Lin Nian said.

"You mean you won't do it?"

"No, I don't know." Lin Nian also turned his head to look out the window and avoided the other party's gaze: "This kind of thing... You will know what you will do when you meet them. ”

The CC100 roared away into the bustling steel jungle of Chicago.