After dinner, Duchamp offered to go out for a walk, and Fried agreed, saying, "Just walk around the neighborhood, don't get lost." ”

Goethe kept making a look and begged Duchamp for help, and Duchamp shrugged. Sorry buddy, I've got some business to do. Duchamp silently apologized to Goethe.

He walked out, walking blindly for a while, until he walked out of the confines of Orientale's Street, and only then began to ask passers-by about the location of the Guerrilla Association.

"There's a park up front, go through the park, go west, all the way to the 11th block, and the Guerrilla Guild is over there." After asking more than a dozen people, a man who sold maps at the entrance of the park finally gave an answer.

Duchamp bought a map and found that the 11th and 19th blocks were very close to each other. "It's great." Duchamp muttered happily.

Although they are all civilian areas, Block 11 is much stronger than District 19, and it looks so neat and clean. The Guerrilla Association is located on a quiet street, and a short distance further on, you can see the clear waves of the Polly River.

"Really good at choosing places." Duchamp whistled appreciatively, pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Hello, is there anything I can do that can help you?" The receptionist, oh no, to be precise, a young and beautiful female guerrilla, asked Duchamp in a friendly manner.

"I, I want to, post a task."

"Oh, please." The female guerrilla took out the task register and began to take notes.

"You write like this: A reward of 1,000 meters is offered for fishing spots for the Grey Shark. Due to my itinerary, if anyone is informed, please inform the Daji Hotel in Little Oriental Street within three days, and set a reward, Sean. ”

"What a strange bounty." The female guerrilla looked at Duchamp, hoping for an answer.

"I'm a member of the Fishing Master." Duchamp added.

"yes, there seem to be people in the Guerrilla Association who are members of this fishing fan organization." The female guerrilla said, registering it on the task board.

"That's right." Duchamp added: "If anyone knows the answer, and three days have passed, then please leave the answer with the Guerrilla Society, and I will return to Kasley in a while, and then I will come back to see the results of the bounty, please take this first, as the bounty is expected to be issued." Duchamp took out a thousand meters and handed it to the receptionist.

The receptionist smiled and took Mira over, and made another note on the task registration board: The bounty has been paid in advance to the association.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you?" The female receptionist asked kindly.

"Uh, that, can I know your name?" Duchamp plucked up the courage to ask.

"Hehe, you can call me Tracy."

Saying goodbye to Tracy, Duchamp walked along the Polly River towards the city center, while sightseeing curiously. Along the banks of the river, on either side of the Polly River are universities, museums, government offices, and the Senate. Most of the houses are decorated with white or bright yellow walls with green lines and white shutters, which look full of tropical vitality. Kasley actually has a very pleasant climate, it's the height of summer, the temperature here is only 30 degrees, and the cool breeze from the Polly River makes people feel refreshed.

On the opposite side of the Bolshoi Theatre, a magnificent stone bridge leads to the other side of the river, with signs that read, 'The Senate is therefore gone', and Duchamp walked curiously across the river, and on the opposite side was a towering classical building of white and many columns.

Duchamp walked around to the front of the Senate and walked to the towering columns of the Senate, and suddenly found many slogans pasted on the walls. Duchamp leaned in and looked at it seriously:

"The People's Progressive Party will always unite the backbone of society."

"All nationals are united around the National Front."

"Labour is the only arm that workers can rely on."

"The Socialist Party thinks of the people wholeheartedly."

Duchamp carefully read the slogans on the wall one by one.

"What are you doing? This is the Senate, you can't get so close. A voice said behind him.

Duchamp turned around and turned out to be a security guard.

Duchamp explained: "I just wanted to read the words on the wall, but now it's dark and I can't see it clearly. ”

The security guard nodded understandingly, and explained to him: "The parties that plan to participate in this autumn's general election are all posted on the outer wall of the Senate, and there are more than 30 in total, and the photos and introductions of their candidates can be carefully viewed on the bulletin board in the parliamentary square during the day." ”

It turns out that the current president really fell! Duchamp was secretly surprised in his heart, thinking that there were more than 30 factions participating in the election, Duchamp silently began to bleed from his nose, which is really a good system.

"Where's Parliament Square?"

The security guard showed him that it was a large area across the road in front of the Senate. Duchamp thanked him, walked to the other side, and carefully studied the people who were going to run for president one by one.

The People's Progressive Party is represented by Nordins Polk, who has a sparkling military and government experience, and his campaign slogan is: "Defend our people and children as tough guys."

The National Front was represented by Elbridge Humphrey, a man of deep local connections and political family, whose campaign slogan was "The people need tranquility, the people need order".

The Republican Party is represented by Schleier Notchinson, who has broad support among civilians and blue-collar workers across the country, and campaigns under the slogan "Seek the truth, punish the real culprit, and defend the peace."

The Socialist Party was represented by Samuel Locksmith, who had served as Minister of Economy and campaigned under the slogan "We must unite all our forces for the sake of the children".

With the exception of these four major parties, the other parties won negligible seats in the Senate in office.

Duchamp stared at the faces of the four men in the window.

Nottings Polk had a resolute military expression; Elbridge Humphrey seemed to be a wise statesman; Schleier Nuokinson's temperament is very friendly and simple; Rock Smith looked slightly cunning, but with an inexplicable sense of intimacy. All four of them were perfect politicians, or rather, the people who photographed them all found their shining spot.

"They all look dignified." Duchamp muttered and left.

He walked in the other direction of the square, into a wide and neat boulevard, walked a distance, and suddenly found that this was the presidential palace. Now, like his departed master, the building of the presidential palace was darkened, like a swarthy monster lurking in the moonlight. In front of the presidential palace, the guards are still standing guard dutifully.

Duchamp looked at the sky and decided to go back, he walked along the Polly River, back to the bridge in front of the Senate, walked back three blocks, crossed the park, and returned to the Daji Hotel.