"Asai-kun, it's still the same outside today?" Zong Mao Changzheng stood lazily in the Imperial Spirit Rope, and asked casually while snorting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, wearing a set of white sportswear, untreated scattered hair growing randomly, and pimples on his face.

"It's still the same." Jiro Asai shrugged his shoulders and poked his thumbs back, "As you can see, it's a hellish sight. ”

Zong Mao Changzheng looked at his companion with a towering nose, a height of nearly 1.8 meters, and a handsome man's skin, and couldn't help but feel a little jealous in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "It's still so handsome, Asai-kun." Why would such a handsome guy join the Perimeter Patrol and be so eager to inherit your father's position? ”

"Huh? What did you say? Asai Jiro was slightly stunned and asked curiously.

"No, nothing." Zong Mao Changzheng waved his hand in a little panic, and quickly changed the topic: "That, Asai-kun, although it is a little rude, it is still ......"

"I understand, no need to say more." Asai Jiro interrupted the other party's words, stretched out his arms directly, and said helplessly, "Boring routine checkup, huh?" ”

"After all, it's for the safety of Shenmu Eighty-eight Town, Zong Maojun, you can understand." Somo Nagamasa opened the spirit rope with his hands and feet, and then took out a rectangular object with a pure black color similar to a metal detector from behind his back, and carefully swept all over Asai Jiro's body.

"Whew, safe, please come in." Masato Zongmao, who didn't hear the sound, breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Welcome home, Asai-kun." ”

Asai Jiro felt a little funny and a little emotional, and subconsciously patted Zong Shige Nagamasa's shoulder, and sighed: "It's really hard to stand guard, Nagamasa." If it weren't for those of you who were faithful to your duties...... I really don't know what will become of Shenmu Eighty-eight Town. Last time I went to the nearby town of Shenmu Seventy-four, there is no one as good as you. ”

Zong Mao Changzheng frowned slightly, and said flatteredly: "This is my job." After all...... I'm not as good as you, and I don't have the guts to do this kind of small work. ”

Asai Jiro shook his head and said seriously: "This is not a trivial job, it is related to the safety of all of us in Shenmu Eighty-eight Town...... Yes! ”

In the middle of speaking, Jiro Asai suddenly patted his head and said, "I met three survivors outside today, and it seems that they have been wandering in hell for a long time, and they all fainted without saying a word." ”

He pouted at the carriage behind him and said, "Well, it's in the car behind." ”

"What? Survivor?! Zong Mao Changzheng's face changed greatly, he walked quickly to the carriage, opened the door, and complained in a low voice: "Asai-kun, if there are survivors, you should have told me earlier, according to the regulations, they are all subject to strict scanning." Fortunately, I haven't passed the spirit rope yet, otherwise what if something happens......"

Jiro Asai said with a big grin: "It's okay, isn't this still not through the spirit rope." Even if they are really capable or bloodline awakeners, the Spirit Rope will sound an alarm. You just like to make a big fuss. ”

"The Spirit Rope is not an absolutely safe scanning device, they are mainly responsible for defense, so it is better to be careful...... Are these people the ones who are? Zong Mao Changzheng pulled the car door open and carefully looked at the three survivors in front of him.

It was three people, one man and two women. The man was tall but scrawny, not handsome, his face was bloodless, and he looked very tired even in a coma, and it was obvious that he was a survivor who had struggled to survive for a long time. The two women are petite, their faces and exposed skin are stained, and they also look like they have been surviving for a long time.

"The clothes are so torn...... That's how long I've been out there. Zong Mao Changzheng swiped twice on the black scanner, causing the thing to emit a dim red light, and then shone on the three people lying side by side, still operating on it from time to time, "Huh, blonde?" Is it a foreigner? Hey, foreigners are so miserable, it's a sad world. ”

After a long while, Zong Mao Nagamasa breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead casually, and said to Asai Jiro with a smile: "Asai-kun, you are so lucky, you are three ordinary people who have no abnormality. ”

"I'll just say it's going to be fine, how can the ability and the bloodline awakened be so miserable." Asai Jiro waved his hand and jumped into the driver's seat of the carriage with agility, "Nagamasa, I'll take them to the reception room first." ”

"Wait, Asai-kun, according to the regulations, this should be the job of the captain of the guard, you just go back and rest!" Zong Mao Changzheng hurriedly stopped.

"There aren't so many rules, and I'd like to hear their stories!" Jiro Asai looked at Zong Mao Nagamasa with a serious face, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but pull Zong Mao Nagamasa into the driver's seat, "Since that's the case, let's just go together!" ”

"Eh, but you haven't rested yet...... Zong Mao Changzheng was still a little hesitant.

"Everyone knows that the area around the Imperial Spirit Rope is a forbidden area, and the patrol work is not as tiring as you think." Jiro Asai flicked the reins and shouted with a little excitement, "Prepare everything, let'sgo!" ”

"Mitsui-kun, the work of the guards will trouble you......"

The little transparent Mitsui Shou looked at the carriage that was moving away speechlessly, and pulled the spirit rope helplessly.

"Well, at least it's better than the other three guards who didn't even have a chance to be named." Xiao Transparent thought.

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The town of Shenmu Hachibachi was built on the site of the original village, and the area is not large, so it takes less than five minutes to reach the reception room on the periphery of the core area.

The two sturdy young men who were standing guard outside saw Jiro Asai sitting in the carriage, and quickly put away the hanging state, stood up straight and began to show off their biceps.

"Young Master Asai, are there any new survivors?" One of the guards saw Zong Mao Changzheng sitting in the driver's seat, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Zong Mao Changzheng, transporting survivors should be your task as the captain of the guard, right?" Why bother Young Master Asai, don't you know that he is the captain of the patrol! ”

The more the doorman spoke, the more stern he became, and in the end, he was almost violent, making Zong Mao Changzheng's face ugly.

"It's okay, I'm here myself." Jiro Asai stopped in front of Nagamasa Somo, smiling with a hint of annoyance, "That, who are you?" Well, it doesn't matter, just 'bother' you to carry the three survivors to the reception room, and by the way, call the person in charge here, right? ”

"No need, we still have the strength to walk on our own." A weak male voice came from inside the carriage, and the three survivors helped each other out of the carriage.

When the two guards saw three dirty people say such things, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and directly withdrew their feet.

"How can this work?" Jiro Asai frowned, and directly stepped forward to support the man who was speaking, "I'll help you in!" You don't have to worry when you come here, the safety of our Shenmu Eighty-eight Town is second to none, right? ”

"Uh......" Zong Mao Nagamasa, who was so boasted, blushed, and supported the blonde woman a little at a loss, and said softly with what he thought was the most handsome, "Shenmu Eighty-eight Town is very safe, but it is the result of everyone's joint efforts...... Well? ”

For some reason, the sun will be very strong tomorrow, and the climate in Shenmu Eighty-eight Town has always been between spring and summer, but he just feels a little cold on his body.

"It must be an illusion." Somo Nagamasa shook his head and hurriedly followed in the footsteps of Jiro Asai.

The reception room was converted from the police duty room that can be found everywhere in Japan, so it was not very luxurious. There is simply a desk, four chairs, and nothing else. However, the room is very tidy and obviously well cared for.

After Jiro Asai and Nagamasa Somo carefully helped the three survivors to their chairs, they retreated to the corner and began to talk in a whisper.

"Changzheng, how long did you say they wandered in hell?" Jiro Asai asked curiously.

"I don't know." Zong Mao Changzheng frowned slightly, he always felt that there was something wrong with these three people, but he couldn't say it, "I haven't heard of any towns being destroyed recently, so it stands to reason that they shouldn't be survivors of other towns." ”

"That's the survivor of 2012?" Jiro Asai's eyes widened and he unconsciously raised his voice, "It's amazing that you've survived in hell for so long!" ”

"Can ordinary people really live so long......" Zong Mao Nagamasa's eyes lit up, as if he had caught some clue, and he was so excited that he couldn't even suppress the trembling of his body, and even his tone trembled a little, "Asai-kun, you say...... Could they be spies sent by the powerful? ”

"I don't think it's like it, they don't have the feeling of that group of capable people...... Ah, Uncle Asai is here! ”

While they were chatting quietly, a middle-aged man walked into the reception room. He looked to be only thirty or forty years old, except for his temples as pale as snow. This man's face is ruddy and shiny, his body is slightly blessed, his slightly shabby hair is meticulously groomed, and the clothes on his body are also very neat, giving people a very majestic feeling.

"Oh, is it Zong Maojun, it's you the captain of the guard on duty today." The middle-aged man said a little coldly, and then saw Jiro Asai standing with Nagamasa Somo, "Jiro is also here, how are you today?" ”

Jiro Asai bowed down and respectfully replied to the elder's routine greeting.

"Thanks to you, all the best today, Uncle Asai."

"Hmm." The middle-aged man nodded coldly, sat down on the chair behind the desk, and looked at the three survivors, "Next, I want to ask you three questions." Do not try to lie within the confines of the Rope of the Spirit, that will teach you a profound lesson. ”

The dirty survivor man swallowed his saliva very visibly and whispered with some cringe, "Please, please." ”

"First question, which town are you a survivor in?"

The man opened his mouth and asked suspiciously, "'Machi'?" What ...... 'town'? ”

The middle-aged man frowned, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward slightly, trying to strengthen his oppression.

"You don't know 'Machi'? That's impossible! ”

"I, we really don't know!" The man explained in a bit of a panic, "Since the end came, we have been wandering, and we have never touched any 'towns' at all!" ”

"Impossible." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, and slowly stretched out one hand under the table, not knowing what he was doing, "Ordinary people will never live for such a long time." ”

At this time, the blonde woman suddenly spoke up and replied in a faint but pleasant voice: "We were originally a member of the Japan-US Joint Research Institute, located in an unknown mountain in Hokkaido, mainly responsible for the research and development of artificial intelligence and military exoskeletons. When the apocalypse came, we killed those who had mutated with the exoskeleton of the experimental model. I, on the other hand, went to the villages and towns outside to look for my half-sister and childhood sweetheart, and after finding them, I returned to the institute and lived there until last month. Recently, our living resources have been completely exhausted, and the military exoskeleton has been completely damaged due to lack of maintenance, so we have to come out to find a chance to live. ”

Hearing the girl's words, the three people in Shenmu Eighty-eight Town were dumbfounded, and their brains were a little unable to turn. Before the end of the day, they were only local well-known figures and nobles, and they couldn't touch such lofty things at all, and naturally they couldn't tell the truth of her words. However, there is no loophole in these words, and the spirit rope has not activated the punishment mechanism, so it should be the truth.

“…… So, it's a scientist. The middle-aged man quickly adjusted his thoughts and asked coldly and seriously again, "Then, there is no need to ask the second question, let's go directly to the last question." ”

It stands to reason that the first question is intended to ask about the origin and experience of the survivor, and the second question should ask about the identity of the survivor. It's just that the blonde foreigner on the other side directly answered everything that should be asked, so there is no need to ask this question again.

"So......" the middle-aged man groaned for a moment, and suddenly shouted, "Are you spies sent by the Ability and the Bloodline Awakener!" ”

"It's not." The blonde woman's face remained unchanged and she replied without hesitation, seemingly unaffected.

"Well, that's fine." The middle-aged man said coldly again, as if the guy who roared just now was not him, "Next, leave it to Zong Maojun." ”

After saying that, the middle-aged man got up and left the room, not wanting to stay longer for a second.

“…… Whew, it scared the hell out of me. Asai Jiro breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly: "I didn't expect you to have a great background!" Ha, this time I was really lucky! ”

Zong Mao Changzheng let go of his clenched palm and said with a smile: "Next, follow me to register your identity information, and then assign housing and work." ”

Since there is no warning from the spirit rope, then they are safe.

"Welcome to Shenmu Eighty-eight Town, you guys, safe!"

"Really, really!" The survivor man relaxed, choked up.

"Yes. Come with me, let's go register our identity first. ”

Jiro Asai and Nagamasa Somo took the lead, leading the three survivors who seemed to have a lot of backgrounds to the perimeter of the core area.

"By the way, I haven't had time to ask your name yet!" Jiro Asai patted his forehead and asked with some irrepressible excitement.

"Alice." The blonde girl replied, "Alice Margot Royd." ”

"Huh? This name is like the character in the East! Asai Jiro's eyes widened and he looked the blonde girl up and down, "Even the appearance seems to be very similar!" ”

Others have said the same. To be honest, it was a bothersome thing for me because there were always strange people coming to me for autographs. Alice's answer was seamless and flawless.

Suddenly, the dirty, cowering man's fingers trembled and pointed to the Imperial Spirit Pool in the middle of the core area, and even his voice trembled, as if he had been greatly frightened.

"So, what the hell is that?!"

Jiro Asai and Nagamasa Somo glanced at each other, feeling a little funny in their hearts. This reaction was common in the early days of the town of Kamiki Hachihachi, and now everyone is used to it. I didn't expect that a person from a lot of backgrounds would show such an expression, which is really interesting.

Jiro Asai subconsciously straightened his chest, looking at the metal object in the middle of the Imperial Spirit Pond with only a huge blue one-eyed head exposed, and his face was full of pride.

"This is the patron saint that we are proud of in the town of Kamiki Eighty-eight-"

"EVA, machine zero!" (To be continued.) )