Hot iron

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She sat in the car, curled up. Of course, the winter is still cold, even if it has entered the era of the Star Age, even the air super-metropolis of the level of Stuttgar is equipped with the most complete environmental simulation device, which can freely control the change of solar terms, control the length of day and night, to a certain extent, it is equivalent to the gods that people in the ancient earth era preached and feared, and they still like their mortal way of life - ah, looking up to the gods and praying for the truth, that kind of primitive and stupid behavior is really incomprehensible. What is even more incomprehensible is that they have not disappeared and still exist, but the various so-called "sacred" and "transcendent" existences that are worshipped have become more diverse and indescribable.

Why is this so? Well, maybe it has something to do with human nature, maybe human beings will always get used to having something they don't know, don't understand, can't peep into the whole picture in front of them, covering them from all possible storm dangers in the way ahead, so that they can move forward more comfortably and more blindly. They had to do this, because unlike the ignorant who followed the smooth path of their ancestors, they had no road ahead of them, and they had to use their feet to make a path. And if they don't fantasize that there are always powerful partners around them that they can't see and don't know, always by their side to accompany and help them, these people will sooner or later be confused and collapse in an inadvertent trance.

People are weak, humans are weak. And because they realize their weakness, they think about how to make themselves and their race stronger. Those who can't put down their heads to look up will never have the day when they will look down.

And on this path, without a mentor to guide the way forward, human beings can only stumble forward in the process of making mistakes.

The eldest lady told them that from the past to the present, and then to the unreachable and distant future, mankind has made countless achievements, just like countless twinkling stars in the dark sky, dazzling and intoxicating—and among the stars, the vast expanse of darkness that is connected like ink and ignored by others is the mistake that sets off the starlight and cannot be investigated, and it is the "sin" behind the achievement that cannot be erased.

Looking at this starry sky, she felt disgusted; Looking at the starry sky, she felt guilty.

And the thickest and thickest part of the endless darkness was in front of her—when the eldest lady said this, she could feel a strange aura rushing over her face, infecting her own efficient and well-structured heart, and evoking something in her heart that was long dead, which she could not understand, but was very curious about, trembling with. She had never been so excited for a moment, and she had no idea why.

The only thing she knew was that she had a master, a master who made her feel novel, deeply fascinated, and woke up screaming in her sleep. She knew that they had never been able to disobey any order from their master, and that she had never felt so supreme joy at it.

If it were for her master's sake, she would be willing to give everything she had wholeheartedly—willingly.

“…… That's the way it is. It should be said that it is not expected, but it is developing in a predictable direction. The man on the phone seemed to be smoking, and took a puff very hard, "There are only two things I want to say - don't kill, don't cause too much damage, after all, it's not a complete enemy, there's no need to be too ruthless, and we're going to use this place later." Other than that, the rest is as you like. But let me warn you, keep yourself in check, don't play too much, we don't have too much time. ”

"Twenty minutes?"

"Fifteen for you."

"It's so short."

The giggling laughter is like a big sister at school on a holiday outing, with a reverie-inducing, youthful and invincible lively vitality, as if the next moment she will step on a skateboard and jump off the edge of the cliff screaming and roaring.

"I'll try to pay attention."

She hung up the phone and slipped it into her inner pocket. Her movements weren't too big, but she still made her chest shake. She wears a warm turtleneck sweater over a small leather jacket and a brown and black plaid pleated skirt with warm winter-colored stockings underneath. It was also fortunate that she didn't button her coat, otherwise the tall giant would probably inadvertently destroy her clothes and shoot a bullet out during intense exercise.

She pulled out her black gloves in the car, and after putting them on, she closed her eyes and patted her cheek vigorously, puffing out her cheeks.

"Good!"

Gnicking with her excited and cheerful self in the rearview mirror, she pushed the door open and put her foot on the hard ground of the road. Just then she paused, and a fluttering white shadow landed on the tip of her leather shoe.

She looked up at the sky. The sunlight had quietly disappeared for some time, and large gray clouds were covering the sky over the city, scattering scattered white feather flowers.

It's snowing.

“……”

Stretched out a pitch-black hand, watched the swaying white fall on it lightly, lying down quietly and comfortably like a sleeping elf, and then slowly melted into a small puddle of snow water under his own body temperature, lost the white, also lost the ice, lost the original cold and cold, turned into the most inconspicuous, the most insignificant and ordinary water, can no longer be caught, can not be retained, at the moment of the palm tilt, it will fall down and drip on the ground.

No piece of snow can freeze its beauty when it first lands, and the white that covers the sky and the earth is a miracle piled up by countless elves one after another.

She watched it all, at the city that was gradually becoming covered with fine snow, and her eyes looked at it for a moment without blinking, and then she turned away. The first or the last, silent or shapely, she is on the road to miracles.

……

"Hello Miss, I'm sorry we don't ...... right now"

"I'm just asking for directions. I'd like to find the person in charge here, the boss of the Golden Sailing Ship here. ”

“…… What's your name? ”

"Nancy."

"Please wait, I'll ...... now"

"Wait a minute—forget it, I've changed my mind, let's let him play a game with me. Let's see if he came to me first...... Or did I meet him first. ”

"What? Miss, this is not in accordance with the rules, this is not allowed to ......"

The receptionist didn't finish his sentence halfway - it seemed as if he had been interrupted before he could say anything, only this time he was interrupted in a very rough way. The arm with the black gloves was incredibly powerful, and he was dragged out of the back of the stage, his upper body hanging outside the platform, his legs and waist span still on the platform, and his two wide-eyed panicked and beautiful young lady...... The big sister's eyes met, and she felt that her brains were going to flow out of her nostrils.

"I'm so sorry I didn't make it clear to you...... But I wasn't asking you for permission. ”

The beautiful sister approached him, and said in his ear innocently and full of interest, and then before he could react, she lifted his body violently, and took the other hand into his mouth, and in his sudden painful "whining" sound, he forcibly pulled out the teeth of the upper half of his left mouth, mixed with splashing blood, and held it in his hand.

Looking at the few shiny enamel pure natural crafts in her hand, the eyes of the beautiful sister also became shiny, and they kept expanding, constantly expanding.

"There's an order from there, you can't kill people, you can't do too much damage - but that shouldn't matter, right? Extract a few teeth...... Fold a few fingers...... Buckle a few eyes...... Tear a few bloody limbs...... It's allowed, right? ”

“…… Woo......"

"Hey......

“…… Woooooooo ”

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hahaha......"

“…… Whining...... Woowoowoo!!! ”

……

At the time of receiving the report from the hall, Julius in the office was not quite right, and he was almost falling out of his chair. In the stunned gaze of his intruder, his face flushed with confusion and exasperation, and he hurriedly shoved something into the desk drawer, and scolded why he didn't knock on the door.

Then, the red on his face turned white, and he immediately got up and rushed to the hall on the first floor of the big ship with his men.

Nothing is gone. All the staff of the Golden Sailing Ship here could not be seen at this time, except for them, and the other ordinary people also fled in panic immediately after the accident, leaving only this huge and empty field, and not too serious a mess.

Julius frowned deeply. In his memory, El Dorado had never seen anything like this. No one had ever dared to make such a disturbance on their turf, on the territory of the Golden Galleon, to such an extent that it would scare away their guests.

What is a guest? For the Golden Sailing Boat, the guests are money, sheep, wool, sheep bones and mutton, naked interests, and the interests of flowing fresh and attractive oil and water, which are the things that the Golden Sailing Boat values the most. And they have always been like ancestors to the guests, as long as they are still profitable, as long as they can pry out a gold coin, the guests are always the same uncle.

There is no shepherd who does not want his flock to be healthy and fat. And if you want to have wool scraped and mutton to eat all the time, and you want a steady stream of benefits and more and more oil and water, you must pay attention to the rules of sustainable development.

And now this- whoever did this, she was poking the golden sailing ship's life.

"Who the hell is it...... How dare you do this? ”

Julius paced quickly to the front desk where the accident had occurred, and then paused. He saw, saw the clear streak of blood, clearly struggling, but utterly futile, stretching down the floor to the entrance to some staircase leading to the stern of the ship.

It was clearly left behind by the person who did it, to show them where she was going, and to send them a clear, defiant message—

"The game is on—come to me!"