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"It's luck...... Just survived...... Luck......"

Ed muttered in his mouth, and his deep gaze suddenly flashed with a hint of confusion. He sat like a carved wood for a while, and then suddenly punched himself on the left side of his face, the force directly made his body unbalanced, and his head "banged" on the door glass next to him, leaving a clear side face print.

Old Duroc was startled, glanced at Ed, and almost hit the brakes. And the little git in the back was tense and didn't move, looking at all this expressionlessly, and quietly became a little more secretive about the co-pilot's seat.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Old Duroc asked loudly and roaringly, and as he looked through the windshield and looked ahead, the volume of the roar suddenly dropped again. They had already arrived at the gate of the university campus.

Because he is a well-known local police detective, some troublesome things can be made simple for the time being—of course, you still have to deal with them in detail later—but you can't be too unruly, especially not rude, and make the other party feel offended.

He glared at Ed next to him, lowered the window of his car before leaving the school gate, and said something to a short, middle-aged man with large glasses waiting here. The stocky school official listened to old Duroc's words with a frown and a serious face, nodding his head from time to time as he listened, and finally took a deep breath with a sinking face.

"I see." He said, "Thank you, Detective Duroc. After saying that, he immediately turned his head and left quickly, as if he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

The elder Duroc raised the window of his car, drove out of the school in the police car, and soon drove onto the main road of the city, following the busy street and going straight to the beach along the nearest and fastest route. It was also at this time that he finally had time to look at Ed on the side again.

"You know I'm not a person who likes to get into other people's privacy, except at work." His voice was a little impatient but very serious in a low voice, so that little Git could hear his seriousness, "But you are really starting to scare me a little now, I can say that I am quite uneasy now." You've been looking very wrong since we met again, and you've been acting like a psychopath just now - what's wrong with you? What's going on? ”

Little Jit grabbed the suitcase in his hand and concentrated his energy at this time. Although he didn't express it directly, and the goodbye time was a little short, he also had the same feelings as old Duroc - Detective Ed seemed to be a little different from when the two met last night, as if something had changed in a subtle but serious, fundamental way. What kind of place is it?

However, for the worries of old Duroc and little Git, Ed waved his hand indifferently.

"If you take a little time to investigate, detectives, you'll find that more than 80 percent of the guys in this city have some kind of mental problem. This crazy world often drives people crazy faster than you think, and if I want to say that a certain degree of abnormality is a kind of normality in itself, those who have no problem with their heads at all are really problematic. ”

“…… Are we going to start talking about philosophy? ”

"Nope." Ed coughed dryly, "I just realized I got one thing wrong...... Because something hasn't been completely gotten rid of yet. ”

"What are you mistaken?" Old Duroc wanted to ask Ed what he was getting rid of, but he felt that in Ed's current state, he might not be able to answer even if he wanted to.

"I wasn't the one who survived because of luck." There was a bit of calm drift in Ed's voice, "One more time, I can kill them again - in a different way." ”

"The ones who chased Donfrie Jrit?"

"Or do you think I'm talking about someone?"

"Are they powerful?"

"Not as good as Carl."

"......" Ed's analogy made old Duroc feel a little unsure, and raised his eyes to look at little Git in the rearview mirror, "Who are you chasing?" ”

"Enforcers." Little Jit said dryly, squinting at Ed from behind, "Ordinary enforcers. ”

"......" Old Duroc's expression changed, and he tilted his head to look at Ed, "How did I not know you were so powerful?" ”

Old Duroc, who was a local, certainly knew what the Donflyer family's enforcers represented, even at the ordinary level. Judging from the strength that Ed showed when he fought with Carl before - the strength of the two of them who were crushed by Carl all the way and almost killed on the spot, he seems to be just like himself, after a certain degree of strong training, he is almost the same as a group of ordinary people, but at the top can only be comparable to a single ordinary law enforcement officer of Donfrie, and there should be basically no chance of winning against several.

Could it be that after this guy was beaten up miserably, he was a blessing in disguise and temporarily broke through his limits? If this is the case, it can still be explained, after all, although similar situations are rare, there are still some.

Although the talents of martial arts cultivators who have been promoted in this thrilling way are very ordinary, every time it can only be said to be luck, it is difficult to replicate it again.

"What shall I say? I'm that good. Ed snorted unceremoniously, then paused, licked his lips, and sat comfortably in the passenger seat, leaning back with no strength at all, "I just forgot, and then I just remembered." ”

“…… What do you remember? Old Duroc asked suddenly.

"Children of the Nether." Ed glanced at the old fellow, "An abandoned space station, I went in with the team and encountered one. We escaped two ...... It seems to be two. ”

"You've met the Nether Child a long time ago?" This old Duroc heard of it for the first time, and while asking in surprise, he turned into a relatively narrow commercial street, honking the alarm bell and honking the horn, so that the car blocking the road in front of him quickly moved.

"I've encountered...... But I remember it. I think of something else. Ed recalled, rolling his eyes upwards earnestly.

“…… What do you think of? At Ed's sudden, mischievous, half-talking, half-talking, half-talking, half-talking, old Duroc suddenly felt the urge to kick him out of the car.

"I thought I was lucky enough to survive." Ed said, glancing at Old Duroc inexplicably, "But I'm not." ”

The sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, and Little Git lowered his head and reached out to help him back. And after the old Duroc blinked, his brows suddenly furrowed a lot more seriously.

"You said you just remembered...... Why did you forget in the first place? ”

Old Duroc's question wasn't answered right away, and even though Eddard, who had changed since last night, was more humorous and talkative than before—or more nervous, less aloof and uninteresting, he was still silent. And maybe it's just a simple illusion, but old Duroc feels that Ed is more distant than he was when he was "cold".

Little Geet, who was behind him, had similar feelings, but because he wasn't as familiar as Old Duroc and Eddard, it wasn't as clear and obvious.

Finally, Ed, who seemed to be forgetful, finally figured out what he was thinking about, tapped his forehead with his knuckles and exhaled softly. "I want to ...... It's because of 'hope'. "I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, and most of them have learned once and won't repeat them." But there's one mistake that I seem to keep making all the time...... It's like a gambler who can't quit his gambling addiction, always thinking about taking chances, trying again, trying again, looking forward to something different. Oh, what's the different ending. ”

Shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile, Ed's eyes half-squinted, his gaze darker. Old Duroc, on the other hand, nodded as if he understood something, and muttered to himself.

"Hope ......"

"'Hope' is a mistake." Ed looked out the window quietly, "Carrying the last bundle of saplings in the world, searching for water and land in the endless desert...... In the end, it is only necessary to allow yourself to die faster and more painfully. ”

"That's what you really think?" Old Duroc suddenly glanced at Ed.

"No, that's what my shoes think." Ed bent his neck in a strange arc, his head against the window on his side, "I don't have any ideas. I don't mind any way to die. ”

Old Duroc raised an eyebrow and nodded sinky at the corners of his lips. “…… All right. He said, "Then let me tell you your shoes, and tell it not to put too much pressure on itself, and not to think too highly of itself." ”

“……”

"The world is a desert, and the storm is endless, and everywhere is a mess...... That's why we need people who plant trees, and that's why there will always be people who plant trees. Old Duroc turned his head and glanced at Ed calmly, "Does it think it's the only one?" ”

“……”

Before Ed could speak, little Git, who had been quiet behind him, suddenly laughed at this time.

"The desert represents chaos, the sapling represents order, and if there is the power to create chaos, there must be people who maintain order - Mr. Duroc, and you say that you are not discussing philosophy with Mr. Ed? I'm almost going to become a big fan of yours. ”

"That just means you haven't been to school for a few days." Old Duroc gestured his middle finger in the rearview mirror, "The truth you have summed up is a nonsense. ”

"—that's because what you're saying is nonsense!" Little Git's face turned red, a little angry. Old Duroc was right when he said to him, he hadn't been in school for a few days.

Listening to the inexplicable quarrel between the two, Ed's eyes slowly opened.

"Nonsense......"

He whispered twice, then suddenly gasped like a toothache, rubbed his cheeks, and resisted the urge to punch himself again.

"Go home and knock your shoes three times!"