"Gwen, are you in there? "It's Moyer's voice, but not his voice. The sound is deep and resonant.

He looked at her, his face filled with laughter and laughter, and he tried to restrain himself from laughing out loud, he had a sunshine in him that she had never noticed before.

"Moyer?" Gwen put her intestines on a plate. "Moyer, what did Grandpa say about Percy?"

Her "father" looked at her strangely.

"Who is Percy?"

Gwen moved to the uncontaminated part of the plexiglass.

Their eyes met.

Moyer's iris is lighter in color, and this "Moyer" eye resembles two obsidian spheres, her grandfather's eyes.

"You're not Moyer," Gwen said awkwardly.

"I'm Song Junjun, I guess you can call me uncle. Her father's smiling face even had the same expression of curling the edges of his lips, though it was less sarcastic and more witty, as if there was a big joke that only he understood.

"Uncle......" Gwen tried to focus her thoughts on Doppulganger's affairs. Her grandfather had told her about an uncle. "You're Moyer...... Twins of the sea?"

"He's a year older. Her uncle smiled kindly. "I'm sorry to surprise you. ”

"It doesn't matter. Gwen looked at the sheets and looked around for napkins. That's all for first impressions.

"Wait a minute, I'll let you out. ”

To her surprise, the plexiglass screen was dematerialized. Gwen pressed a hand against its surface and fell forward into her uncle's arms.

"Wow, steady. Joan giggled and helped Gwen slip out of her cell. Outside, away from the anti-magic barrier, she felt herself instantly regain consciousness, as if a woman on the verge of dying of thirst had jumped into the sweet pond of a freshwater oasis.

That's it?

Can she go?

What about her grandfather's anger?

Can she really leave right away?

Gwen walked away, her face flushed. As soon as their hands touched, she had a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had known him for a long time. She stopped and glared at Uncle Jun fiercely, it was really an inexplicable feeling.

His face resembles her father's, but has a tighter musculature that makes his jaw more defined and graceful. His eyes were darker than Moyer's, and his eyebrows were thicker, and Gwen was further shocked to notice that Jun's beard was not a big shadow at five o'clock, but an evil goatee. She immediately hopes that this doesn't mean that Jun is her father's mirror world twin, though it's hard to imagine anyone more destructive than her father because he accidentally hurt the people around him.

"Uncle Jun," Gwen began. "Can I go? Do I really want to go?"

"You may leave this cell, if you so request. The uncle replied embarrassedly, "You can leave this matter to her." ”。 "If you're wondering if you can get out of the city...... Well, that's another conversation. ”

"Oh. Gwen swallowed, and the expression on her face changed from happy to gloomy.

"Cheer up," her uncle chanted happily. "Didn't lose everything. Where there's a will there's a way. Come on. Let's get some fresh air and I'll tell you what to expect from now on. ”

As they approached the double door, Jun knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing two guards, who saluted cleanly.

"Rest assured. Jun didn't even blink an eye to lure Gwen in. The guards did nothing to stop them from leaving, which relieved her nerves.

"Thank you, Uncle Jun. She replied sweetly, wondering if her "uncle" reacted better to charm than her marbled grandfather. "In order to get me out of there. ”

"Don't mention it," Jun replied with a smile, which made Gwen more confident. "However, before the old man changes his mind, we should act. ”

"No more checks, or interrogations?" Gwen looked at her cell hopefully. She didn't want to go back there without kicking or screaming, but her grandfather didn't look like a guy who would let spy charges slip through the door.

"He's just paranoid. Jun's voice is louder, clearer, and more resonant than her father's, and she has the gentle and elegant temperament of a radio host. "Not to mention that I have a lot of confidence in your honesty in the future. ”

Gwen looked away, hoping her insincerity wouldn't be too obvious.

After the second layer, the reinforcement complex they carried out began to change, and the exposed concrete gave way to matte white walls with the smell of diffused silica.

They soon arrived at a checkpoint, where the interval of the lumens spheres cast their shadow contours onto the partition.

"Aren't we going to teleport out?"

"No way," her uncle told her. "There are circles here that you can teleport to, but once you're in, the only way out is to stand up. ”

More than a dozen soldiers were stationed at the checkpoint. As they turned around the shallow corner, some of them were sitting at a table that appeared to have a scanning device. The two men stood next to a stout iron door, the bars of which were as thick as Gwen's arms, reflecting the cold light from the hallway outside.

Is this the last door? Gwen wondered. Was she rescued?

"The officer is here!"

"Comrades. Jun replied.

"Sir!" the soldiers straightened.

Judging by their collars, the sergeant looked like a corporal in his 20s. Gwen's eyes alternated between curiosity and consternation.

The sergeant didn't want to look flustered, so he gave Joon a cigarette, which he accepted.

One of the corporals lit the fireworks and watched Jun pull extravagantly.

"Marlboro, America, when did you become so classy, Autumn?"

"Hee-hee, I'm glad you like this hat, I bought it from my uncle, in Putuo. ”

"It's going well, I'll give it to you. If I have the chance next time, I'll bring you something too. ”

"Of course, Captain. Now, if I may ask," Stephen Chow pocketed the red and white package.

His gaze drifted to Gwen, who tried her best to pretend to be innocent, but in the end she gave the sergeant creeps.

Why wasn't this Gwillo girl properly restrained, or perhaps dressed in a prisoner's fluorescent suit? Outwardly, she followed the army captain in a cell with no charm or dominance at all.

But Sergeant Chou is a veteran of Sky Prison. Under his carefully selected watch, someone came and someone went. Occasionally, people disappear, evaporate, and cease to exist. This is his way in a small corner of the world. He tried to say the next sentence as tactfully as possible.

"Your exit...... Is it on the record?"

Jun gratefully patted the old sergeant on the shoulder.

"Zhou, are you saying I'm going to try to get around the bureaucratic shackles of our excellent intelligence agency?" asked, mocking suspicion.

"Sir?" Stephen Chow smiled nervously, this is "Boss Song" after all. Did he say the wrong thing? He immediately tried to laugh it off.

"It's fine. Jun comforted the veteran. His rice bowl won't be broken today. "It's a family affair. Powers greater than us are at work here. Give me the discharge slip. ”

The sergeant breathed a sigh of relief and handed Jun a slate, which he waved and signed.

"Here we are. Jun grinned in a friendly manner. "No one will dissipate in thin air today, huh?"

"Hey, you know, sir. ”

"Gwen?" Jun motioned for her to follow, and she dutifully obeyed, her eyes downcast. What does he mean by dissipation? Has anyone disappeared around here?

A dense set of spiny keys was fabricated, opening the intricate mechanism embedded in the transformer door.

As Gwen and Joon passed by, the soldiers looked at each other and twisted their eyebrows.

"What do you think that is?" one of them asked his sergeant, still feeling the starry light.

"Who is he?" the other guard asked, adding meaningfully as he licked his ribs. "Who's that young lady?"

Sergeant Zhou turned to the man who spoke.

"Sue, how long have you been here?"

"Two months, sir. ”

"You've never heard of or seen Captain Song?"

"Wait, is that Captain Song?"

The others nodded.

The corporal's face was burned.

"Do you think it's too late to sign?"

The rest laughed and happily punched the embarrassed soldier.

"Sue, I'll buy you one next time. ”

"Who is that girl, Sergey?"

"I don't know, I didn't see her go in, I've been on duty for the last three days. ”

"You think she's a pop star?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Slow Su, with a mocking look on their faces. If the Intel Commission keeps the "pop stars" in secret cells, the joke is undoubtedly dangerous.

"Corporal Sue?"

"Really, Sergey?"

"Shut up and get back to your post. For the rest, zip up. ”

Stephen Chow felt the weight of the stone slab in his hand, and looked up to see the figure of the girl walking up the stairs in the distance. Who was that girl? His hair stood on end as she passed him. He said to himself that he hoped they would never see each other again.

After another checkpoint, Gwen and Joon left the basement and entered the interior of a public building with a civic center in front of it. Massive marble columns support the soaring ceiling, which is decorated with etched bronze plates with the imprint of the founding of the communist state.

After a day, the closed glass windows and the empty walls make people feel empty.

Gwen stretched, enjoying the great outdoors, feeling her bones creak.

Her actions drew strange glances from passers-by, who wore dark suits, olive khaki, and some in digital camouflage uniforms. It's her exoticism, her height, she's a different person.

She retracted her arms, trying to make herself smaller.

Jun stopped beside Gwen and gave her an evaluative look.

Wherever you go, I'm scared of your reaction. You're as tall as a man, and even taller if you wear high heels. Do you think this will bother you?"

Gwen shook her head, she was used to it. Others stared at her, she didn't cost anything at all, and she didn't seem to be able to help anyway.

"You're as tall as the sea, Uncle Jun?" her uncle was just a little shorter than her, about the same age as her father.

"I'm a centimeter taller than me. Jun said with a smile, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Now that they were far from the uncertain light in the bunker, Gwen could observe Joon in his glorious light.

He looks just like Moyer, or Sea, or whatever her father's real name, but is younger, more affable, and generally more engaged and lively. Jun's face was more defined than her father's, tighter, more muscular, and his eyes darker, giving him a solemn demeanor. He wore a casual jacket over a white T-shirt and a jacket over a conical military cargo with a thick brown belt. Under the black suit, his shirt extends to the chiseled pictorial, like carved granite.

Gwen never thought her father was handsome, although many women would say that her father was a rare find. But she was also willing to put countless things on her father's face.

Jun carefully pulled her jacket inward.

"Hey, you know I'm your uncle. I don't know what it's like in a hillbilly town, but we're civilized here in the capital. ”

Gwen smiled. It felt like she was laughing for the first time in weeks, even though it hadn't been forty-eight hours.

Her uncle laughed with her, and they attracted more curious glances from all sides.

"There's a steamer outside today," her uncle straightened up, wiping an invisible tear. He sticks out his thumb to the sunny space outside the building's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, which are patterned in a heavy bronze hue with nine lined up doornails that combine a brutalist aesthetic with a distinctly oriental flavor. "It's only a short distance from the car, though, so let's get forward as soon as possible. ”

Gwen followed Jun through the threshold of a harmless-looking civic center, and as they passed, she felt something wash over her. Maybe it's some kind of obstacle spell, or maybe it's a scanned glyph, Gwen isn't sure. There are so many things, knick-knacks and magical amenities that Sydney lacks.

Immediately, a stream of hot air hit her like a hammer, soaking wet. It felt like she had walked into a sauna packed with people.

"How's it going?" Joon smiled as Gwen withered in the sweltering heat.

"Is this like Singapore?" Gwen groaned. "Are there overlapping shielding stations here?"

"It's a microclimate," Jun explained. "There's too much magic in too dense a place and too much heat is generated. Without the east wind from the South China Sea to carry away the smoky miasma, the city is like a crab in a steamer. ”

Gwen felt as if her face was melting. Her eyeliner isn't waterproof, so if they stay any longer, she'll cry like a squid blood.

The weather was unbearable. Gwen was dry just now, but now her arms and legs were dripping, and a trace of moisture was oozing from her body. The hot weather makes it worse than Singapore and the jungle. Gwen felt that the heat trapped in this frenetic metropolis was like a sad metaphor for her current condition, trapped in the city, unable to escape, wading through the hot water before she knew it, slowly boiling.

They continued to the end of the concrete superstructure of the Civic Century, where a row of cars was parked end to end for a hundred meters.

“B-7。 Jun drew an inscription in the air. It floated towards the waiter, an old man in a blue municipal uniform.

"Right now, sir. ”

After a while, a hovering platform retrieved an off-road vehicle and gently parked it on the sidewalk. Gwen couldn't help but notice that the man was a pseudonym, but here he was, operating a magical device.

"Bill the IRS," Jun told the man, who bowed before returning to his post.

Watching the NoM attendant leave, Gwen turned her attention to the car, wondering what kind of car the people in the "first-tier cities" were driving. In Sydney, most of these cars are old models that are cheap and mass-produced. Roads outside the CBD are of poor quality and rarely well maintained, and traffic has always been a nightmare. To her surprise, Jun's SUV is a jeep, or at least looks like a jeep. It has four narrow slits in its front grille, which form the focal point of the square façade. In addition, the Urban 4x4 sits on lifting suspension and custom arches, and the open-air roof is protected by a sturdy roll cage.

"Is that your car?" Gwen asked her uncle in despair, sweat in her pores. She wanted the car to be an enclosed space so she could dry in the air conditioner. She looked more like she was stained by her uncle's sweat.

"Oh my God, Gwen. Joan urged her to get in the car.

Soon, her soaked body was cooled by a pleasant breeze.

This convertible is air-conditioned! Air-conditioned convertible! O, a miracle of magic! She praised those who created this boon, and the world has become a better place for their invention.

"How do you live down there?" I heard there were forty-five points down there. Jun jumped in. "There's a decanter in the gloves and a cup if you're thirsty. ”

"It's dry-hot, so it's not that bad," Gwen replied, feeling the cold leather luxuriously. As you say, a nozzle is attached to an endless decanter and conveniently installed next to some paper cups. Gwen placed a cup under the faucet and watched it spit out cool, pure water.

Gwen drank the ice-cold water, feeling it rejuvenate her mentally and physically. She's still starving, but the water will allow her to survive until more food is found.

With a few simple spells, her uncle started the jeep and accelerated its mana core. Unlike the Commonwealth countries, Chinese-made cars are left-hand drive and right-hand drive. In front of Gwen, the mana engine let out a shrill roar.

Her uncle pulled a baseball cap and a pair of pilots out of the storage ring and drove in cool clothes. Gwen silently looks at her uncle, wondering if Joan is more of an Asian James Dean and maybe an Asian Pierce Brosnan.

"Welcome to Shanghai. Jun grinned, her thin lips open, revealing her white teeth. "Are you ready to meet your grandma?"