This is a train heading towards the 17th arrondissement.

There is only one passenger on the train.

That's because the train platform in the 17th arrondissement only reopened today, and a week ago, there was a gang fight where explosives carried by gang members blew up the entire platform.

Passengers leaned against the window, looking at the silhouette of the city that was gradually emerging in the distance, and the time on their phones pointed to 18:03 in the evening, and the night shrouded the city, which did not seem to be bustling.

In addition to the night, there is also fog.

It spread all the way here, the buildings loomed in the fog, and the carriage felt a little chilly, and in a few moments the windows were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The passenger withdrew his gaze into the distance and watched the words appear on the train window at an extremely slow pace.

"Don't go, don't go."

Someone wrote these words outside the train.

The passenger waited for the "person" outside the window to finish writing every stroke, she just pursed her lips and smiled, without words, and stretched out her right hand to leave a handprint next to the handwriting.

The fog is thicker.

She turned her face sideways, and the path she had come from had sunk into a fog.

The purser broadcast the information of the upcoming station, reminding every passenger to be ready to get off the train and to be courteous to each other after the train enters the station to avoid stampedes.

Five minutes later, the train slowly stopped at the terminal, and the second and seventeenth arrondissements were separated by most of the coalition government, and it was a journey of more than ten hours.

Before she knew it, the fog was gone, and the bright light from the platform shone into the carriage, allowing her to clearly see the people who greeted her on the train platform.

The locals of the 17th arrondissement were very enthusiastic about her, and this enthusiasm dispelled the cold along the way and warmed her heart.

The other party stood in the most prominent position holding an electronic bulletin board with her name written on it, as if to make it easier for her to notice them as soon as she entered the pit stop.

But the fly in the ointment was that the electronic bulletin board was taken upside down, making her name upside down.

Seeing her walk off the platform, the man holding the notice board was obviously stunned for a long time.

"Hello, I'm Wind Chime, it's the first time we've met, please take care of me."

She walked up to the two of them, bowed, and said, "On the orders of the head of the family, I have come to protect your safety." ”

Song Lan felt that this picture was really a bit strange, because the age of the wind chime seemed to be several years younger than Lu Xiang, and if it weren't for the long knife pinned to her waist that looked taller than her, he would have to wonder if Dr. Bai Zhu's intelligence was wrong this time.

According to the intelligence, the little girl in front of her is a five-star rescuer, and she is also the kind of alternate who can almost become a six-star rescuer.

This candidate is not a false name, but once there is an accident with the six-star rescuer, she will fill the vacancy.

This is like assuming that Wild Bone and another six-star rescuer have some grudges, and they fight a decisive battle in a certain city of the coalition government for seven days and seven nights, and finally they are defeated by the opponent's broken leg, and they quit the coalition government in a fit of anger and join the rebels, then the wind chimes will urgently fill the vacant position of the Wild Bone.

Even when Maydell was still working in the company, she had heard the name wind chimes more than once.

One of the highest masterpieces in the field of biopharmaceuticals by the joint government, she has been injected with many gene-enhancing drugs produced by major companies in her body since she was a child, and in a sense, her talent is no worse than that of the barren bones, and the genetic drugs have not brought any load to her mental state.

Medell calls wind chimes the barren bones of the biopharmaceutical world.

There are no photos of the wind chimes on the Internet.

It's not because the secrecy of the coalition government has increased, but because Feng Chime usually stays at home in the family and doesn't take pictures at all, and even biopharmaceutical companies can only meet her when they "give her medicine" and "physical examination".

Song Lan must admit that the wind chime is far from what he imagined, and in the image of his brain, the wind chime is a muscular monster who is three meters tall and muscular, and can lift a car with a raised hand.

But her thin arms and legs made him suspect that the other party's strength might not be as strong as his own.

"Section Chief Song."

Before coming to the 17th District, the family had tutored her about the current situation of the 17th District, as well as the relationship between Song Lan and Lu Xiang.

In general, the relationship between them is very hard, and even MI7 cannot break them up.

This shocked the unworldly wind chimes and wanted to send good wishes to the two.

But blessings are blessings, some things still have to be explained clearly, she raised her right hand and pointed to Song Lan's hands that had not yet been put down, "Electronic notice board, you took it backwards." ”

For a while, the atmosphere on the train platform was a little awkward.

"Oh, hahaha, I didn't even find out, I'm so embarrassed!"

After embarrassingly straightening the electronic notice board, he used his eyes to communicate fiercely with Lu Xiang beside him, and the tacit understanding between them reached the point where they could communicate with each other with just their eyes.

"Didn't you see my notice board upside down?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why didn't you remind me?"

"I thought you were trying to give her a dismount."

"Am I that kind of person?"

"Yes."

……

Good!

Song Lan unilaterally announced that the tacit understanding between him and Lu Xiang had dropped by 10 points.

Although it is true that he has not been very friendly to the rescuers sent by the coalition government in the past, neither the three-star rescuer Suli nor the four-star rescuer Obernard have left the seventeenth ward alive......

But, at least on the surface, he did it all!

In order to get out of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible, Song Lan said, "You must be very tired, we have prepared a reception banquet for you." ”

After Lu Xiang concurrently served as the director of the 17th District Rescuer Service Center, the first thing she did was to set up a canteen in the department.

As a service department, all kinds of reception activities are indispensable, and the canteen is conducive to facilitating them to welcome foreign guests or envoys from the core area.

This is an image project related to the 17th district, and has nothing to do with her personal preferences.

"Then I'll trouble you, by the way, I still have some luggage, I need to go to the luggage office to get it."

"What a bag, we'll give you a hand."

"No more, no less, you can wait for me outside, I can carry it alone."

The wind chime politely declined Song Lan's kindness.

Once again, she realized the enthusiasm of the people of the Seventeenth District, as if they weren't as bad as the core was rumored.

The two groups of people acted separately, the wind chime went to pick up the luggage, and Song Lan and Lu Xiang parked the hovercar on the side of the road in advance, and after saying goodbye to the wind chime, he sorted out his thoughts.

This meeting was different from what he imagined from beginning to end, except that the appearance of the wind chimes did not seem to fit his brain at all, and the atmosphere of the dialogue also lacked-for-tat or yin and yang weirdness.

"Don't be fooled by her appearance."

After Lu Xiang parked the car, he reminded Song Lan - she had been secretly observing Song Lan just now, and since the wind chime got out of the car, this guy's eyes have been staring at the wind chime, and he hasn't moved away at all.

"I always feel a little weird, she's really ......"

"Winter—"

Song Lan's voice was interrupted by a muffled sound.

The muffled noise didn't stop there, but got closer and closer to them.

He followed the prestige and saw a moving "mountain", and the wind chimes pressed down the mountain.

To be precise, it was the wind chimes that staged the 2166 version of the fool moving mountains, carrying a mountain of luggage and walking towards them, and the muffled sound was emitted by her feet stepping on the concrete floor.

Song Lan was so shocked that she almost bit her tongue.

He had to retract his idea that the wind chimes might not be as strong as he was, and sincerely apologize for his inadequacy.

Suddenly, the wind chimes had moved the "mountain" in front of them.

She looked at her bundled luggage capacity, and then at Lu Xiang's hovercar.

Obviously, Lu Xiang's car was not big enough to accommodate her luggage.

"Either you drive and I'll follow you."

A blush appeared on Feng Chime's face, "This is my first time going far away, and the people in the family are worried that I won't be able to eat and dress here, so they prepared some more luggage for me......"