The sun rose as usual, and Cuomo went to work as usual.

At noon, Cuomo had eaten and sat down in his seat as usual to sleep.

Suddenly, Crane opened his eyes, and his spiritual instincts told him that danger was approaching him.

A picture appeared in his mind, a somewhat familiar and down-and-out figure running towards him quickly, his left arm wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage, his ill-fitting coat, and his upper body extremely bloated.

Torry's face was serious, his eyes were calm, and he didn't seem to have much emotion, he recognized the middle-aged man in a police uniform, and planned to get closer and detonate the explosives on his body, this is the last enemy, if it weren't for his testimony of reversing right and wrong, maybe the result wouldn't be like this.

As for what the real truth was, it didn't matter anymore, he had lost everything, including his soul and faith, he didn't want to start over, he had lost the courage to start over, and the storm no longer favored him.

The patrolman's white gloves suddenly came to life, and they quickly turned pale like a corpse, and Crane deftly jumped over the barriers of the tables and chairs, and rushed straight like an arrow, knocking Tori out of the door with a force that he couldn't let Tori detonate explosives in the police station.

"Boom!"

A little further away from the explosion, a half-human-high orange-red flame suddenly rose, and Crane stepped out of it.

He walked to the center of the explosion, where only bits and pieces of charred corpse remained, not enough to piece together the body of an adult man.

A number of police officers and servants gathered around, and many more people who had already drawn their pistols approached the area.

Crane stood silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes wandering over the faces of the crowd of onlookers.

His actions caused an uproar among onlookers, and more people drew their guns.

Klein finally saw a fat man emerge from the door of the police station.

"Bang!"

The fat man suddenly had a bullet-sized hole in his chest, and he fell to the ground and died.

……

"Look at you, you've dropped another vest."

"Every time you can't act for a few days, you will fall apart."

Crane carried his suitcase and walked down the street looking for a hotel, and the lamp god shirked his responsibilities.

"I told you, let you help him according to the situation, what did you do?"

Crane's expression remained unchanged and he whispered.

"Didn't I tell him to recite the name of the fool when he had something?"

"Who knew he didn't want to live at all, and he wanted to die with you after killing Mosona?"

Crane let out a heavy breath and didn't answer.

"There's no fun here, I've just seen you meow and sigh lately, why don't you change the map?"

"Where?"

"I don't know, or you will count a hexagram?"

……

Nas, the capital of the Gargarz archipelago, is the "White City".

It's an island that lives on whaling, and its main industries all revolve around beluga whales, like a huge whale fall ecosystem, where people create a deep-sea oasis on the carcass of beluga whales.

Here, Klein finds another chance to play, a warm and cheerful big boy full of good visions of life.

Witters is a cook, handyman and waiter in a small inn, yes, he does all the chores, eats and lives in this small inn.

This is a very small inn, the owner is also the head chef, and the specialty dish is barbecued whale meat, Wittus has been learning along, but he has no talent for cooking, and has never been able to make dishes in the category of human food.

He loved spirits, but he didn't drink them well, which stemmed from a theory he believed that a man should drink the strongest wine and love the most beautiful woman.

He thought the innkeeper's daughter was beautiful, but every time he spent time with that lovely girl, he would only praise him: "Your eyes are as beautiful as the sea!" Then the brain was cut off and burned out the motherboard.

He thinks it was because he hadn't drunk enough alcohol and didn't have enough courage to draw from the spirits, so he died suddenly in front of Klein due to alcoholism.

Playing a big boy who hasn't been knocked down by life is a comforting thing to forget about the madness of the extraordinary world for a while, and only need to think about how to grill every piece of fish and how to say a word to the innkeeper's daughter.

"Yes, yes, Wittes, you've finally learned how to grill fish, haha, have you been drinking the Fountain of Wisdom lately? Suddenly I mastered the art of cooking. ”

No, it's because Witters went to the New Oriental Cooking School, and Klein complained while grilling meat.

"I heard Tasha say that the voice you praised her yesterday was like a beautiful spring, and her smile was like a bright sunshine."

"Ahem!"

Klein let out an uncomfortable voice and muttered inwardly, I just couldn't stand him saying just one sentence every time, "Ah, you're as beautiful as the sea".

"Hahaha, it's okay, don't be shy, men should try their best to pursue the girl they like!"

"Tasha bought you canned wolf fish, I put it in your room, you can eat it yourself at night, I won't share Tasha's heart."

No...... Why does Witters have this extraordinary hobby!

At night, Klein closed the door and opened the window, and he had everything he needed, including temporarily sealing his nasal passages and creating invisible air pipes to stick out of the window.

He opened Tasha's mind and saw some dead wolffish pickled into a tan color, which he carefully forked and put in his mouth.

"Gross!"

For a moment, Crane felt like he had been thrown into the old sewer, accumulating years of stinky gutters, which was the smell of the stench, fishy, and rancid smell that was super doubled, and it was a poisonous mist that could directly kill the Sequence Five Extraordinaires, and Crane even had the illusion that tasted better than this.

No, am I out of control and crazy? Why did I think of eating?

Crane rushed straight into the bathroom, vomiting all the food in his stomach, he flushed all the cans of wolffish into the drain, and repeatedly pressed the pump button, and finally brushed his teeth three more times, he collapsed limply in his chair like a wolffish that has lost its dreams.

If they force me to eat canned wolffish again, I will turn into a big wolffish on the spot and scare them to death.

I feel like I've almost digested the Faceling's potion, and I should inform the Hermit Lady to pick me up and go to the sea in search of the mermaid.

Well, it's time to give Witters a reasonable exit from the stage.

In the days that followed, Witters began to appear frequently in various bars in his free time, paying more attention to the news of the sea, reaching out to some relatively friendly adventurers, and he was ready to tell the boss and his daughter that he wanted to go to the sea to find treasure while he was young.