"Ahem—can you reconcile?"

In the office of the "garbage treatment plant", a man in a white lab coat is prostrate on the ground, his right hand is as dry as straw, and the veins of blood vessels are clearly visible on the back of his hand.

The veteran body artist no longer has the calm elegance he once had, and every breath he takes now consumes his physical strength, allowing the man to clearly feel that his life is passing by little by little.

He could feel his body aging rapidly, and all this was done by the person in front of him.

"I have money, lots and lots of money, as long as you can get me back to where I was......"

"Why are you looking for Lu Xiang?"

Song Lan ignored the man's bargaining and asked.

"Can you change your life if you tell you?"

The man hurriedly asked.

"No, although this won't save your life, it will allow you to easily walk on the Yellow Springs Road, Scarface shouldn't have gone far, now you can go with him."

"Go, die! The brothers will not let you go! ”

The man's face changed and he said the same cruel words as Scarface, but in fact, even the man himself knew that these cruel words could not deter the other party, and this time, the Brotherhood could no longer be their solid backing.

It's just that he doesn't understand why the other party has wasted his tongue with him and asks so many questions since the other party decided to kill him from the beginning.

Could it be that this guy would be stupid enough to think that he would betray the Brotherhood after knowing the fate of his death?

"In Oasis City, no one dares to betray the Brotherhood."

The man, who had already decided to die, widened his eyes again in horror and struggled to raise his head, as if he wanted to imprint the face in his pupils forever.

The uninvited guest in front of him saw through his heart and directly said what he was thinking.

"The Brotherhood will know where your family lives, and if they know that you betrayed them, all the people who are important to you will die on the streets."

Song Lan decided to be considerate of the man in front of him, if he died heroically at his own hands, the brotherhood would pay his family a pension, plus the savings that the man had saved over the years, it should be enough for his family to live for the rest of his life.

The premise is that they are not targeted by the enemy.

"As a gift of practice, I'll answer your doubts just now."

Song Lan said, "Reading a person's memory is like flipping through a book, and reading it from the beginning will consume too much unnecessary time. ”

In particular, as the person in charge of the "garbage disposal plant", the man has a large number of images stored in his mind that are not conducive to physical and mental health, and he does not want to find the information he needs in countless restrictive pictures, "When you hear the question, your subconscious will open the title page for me to record the answer." ”

The two looked at each other.

"That's right, that's what you're thinking at the moment, whether you answer it or not, I can already get the answer, the archaeologist was sent to the capital of the oasis, it's amazing, the god of life actually predicted the name of a person from the Seventeenth District."

……

"Why am I not strange at all?"

"Nothingness" glanced at the man who had lost his life, and said casually.

Their old friend mentioned Lu Xiang's name in the omen, which was really "wonderful".

Omens are their usual means of transmitting messages to their followers, and they are also one of Song Lan's contributions to the upper world, and the traditional "whispering" transmission of instructions is too inefficient, and because many of the upper world beings are reserved to maintain a sense of mystery, many instructions are eventually misinterpreted.

In order to avoid misunderstandings, the "scientist" Song Lan proposed a means of conveying information and instructions in pictures and texts.

In the eyes of believers, the omen is also fate.

And now, the omen transmitted by their old friend actually pointed to a law enforcement supervisor of the 17th District, who was supposed to have never met her.

Recently, Nothingness feels that it has encountered too many "coincidences".

"Your girlfriend hasn't mentioned her past to you?"

This is not the first time Song Lan has heard this question.

The last person who asked him that question was Mr. Dorag Safron, who unfortunately died young before he could get an answer to that question.

Almost everything about Lu Xiang's past was recorded in Daystar Academy, and the last time they returned to school, Lu Xiang told him that he had been in the academy since the day she could remember.

The dean only vaguely mentioned her status as a war orphan.

"The Brotherhood will try to study this power, and soon have fun watching it."

"Nothingness" gloated and patted Song Lan on the shoulder, "I understand you, sometimes memory is not necessarily a good thing. ”

He suddenly wondered if his old friend remembered that someone had burned down their house and destroyed everyone's home, would he let the culprit kneel on the washboard in a fit of rage?

Thinking about it like this, the mood of "nothingness" because the scene was snatched away by Song Lan alone is much balanced.

As long as he can observe the process of Song Lan being punished, he will be satisfied.

"Go back and pack your things and get ready to leave for the capital of the Oasis."

When 'Nothingness' spoke, Song Lan involuntarily appeared in his mind with Lu Xiang's angry appearance, and his heart suddenly became a little unsteady.

Lao Lu is good at everything, just holding grudges.

Moreover, the means of retaliation are varied and difficult to prevent.

The memories of the directors of the "garbage treatment plant" store their research on archaeologists.

They had sent archaeologists into the operating chamber and conducted more than a dozen cutting experiments on her, but in the end, all of them proved that no matter how badly injured she was and how her body had changed, she could eventually recover.

Not only that, but she is also able to apply the power of life creation to others, and she caused the "garbage disposal plant" to erupt in a haunted incident on the first night she was delivered.

The discarded "goods" that had been dismantled and discarded into the garbage station suddenly came to life, and the running stumps and broken arms staged a big escape in the base, and there are still more than 10 arms and thighs missing, some people suspect that they escaped into the ventilation duct, and when the search robot they put in was attacked and destroyed in the ventilation duct, no one dared to go in to search for the escaped stump.

And just as the two of them were about to set off, another group of people volunteered to join them.

"We also want to go to the capital of the oasis, can you give us a ride?"

William finally found the right moment and intervened in the conversation between the two, and as he spoke, he motioned to the crew members and dragged the knocked bodyguard into the room.

When the bodyguards were engrossed in operating the security system, they finally found an opportunity to give the other party a blow to the back of the head, which can be regarded as a vicious breath.

After some discussion, they finally gave up on the plan to throw the bodyguard into the operating cabin and let him suffer the consequences, and there were two options in front of them.

Take advantage of the chaos to escape, stay away from the city of Root, as long as they can return to the seventeenth district, they will be safe.

It seemed like the safest thing to do, but after all the ordeals, William suddenly felt a strong sense of purpose.

He wants to expose the true face of the Oasis and the Brotherhood, and warn the stunned youths in the 17th District who have dreams of making a fortune not to be hot for a while and bury their lives in vain.

The Brotherhood's methods are far more terrifying than the gangsters they once were.

And now, such an opportunity is in front of them, and if they can follow the two of them, their safety will be guaranteed.

"This person is also a member of the 'Waste Treatment Plant', and we also want to make some contribution to the 17th district."

"You want to contribute to District 17?"

"My name is William, and I'm the announcer for the Dead Man's Lotto team."

"I know you."

was named by Lu Xiang at the citywide meeting, and he was criticized even for listening to the Dead Man's Lottery at home at the time.

Lu Xiang hopes that he can listen to some positive programs full of positive energy.

"Really? But now we have changed our face, and after deep reflection, we have found that public welfare is the cause we should devote ourselves to, and if we can expose the evil deeds of the brotherhood, we can save many families in the 17th district! ”

"Very good, District 17 needs talents like you right now!"

Hearing this, even William himself was stunned.

They were ready to use his three-inch tongue, but they didn't expect the other party to agree to their peers' requests so easily.

It seems that the "enthusiastic citizens" are really as concerned about the 17th district as they are rumored.

What William didn't know was that when he appeared, Song Lan also had a small calculation in his heart.

Lu Xiang's revenge is certainly terrible, but what if he cares about District 17 and doesn't forget to expose the true face of the Brotherhood when he goes out to visit friends, so as to prevent more people in District 17 from being deceived?

As the head of the Propaganda Section, he should have died for the anti-fraud cause of the 17th District, right?

If you say it bigger, all this is for the big family of District 17, as their propaganda slogan says, District 17 will always be your home.

According to Princess Lieyang, an honorary visitor and sponsor of District 17, whenever she hears this announcement, her heart warms.

Although he did destroy a home, but now he has helped build a new home, and the merits and demerits are offset, so Lu Xiang naturally does not have to pursue those dusty pasts.

……………………………………

Late at night, District 7, Daystar Academy.

At the end of the day's meetings, the dean left the faculty meeting room and walked alone along the college's forest paths.

A lot has happened in the coalition government since Isabel dropped out.

The destruction of the Iris Consortium Castle, the turmoil in the First District, and now the destruction of the entire Fourth District, the people of the core city are panicking, fearing that the next disaster will befall them.

But in reality, all this has been foreshadowed for a long time.

Tonight, the moon and stars are scarce, and the dean raised his head and stared at the starry sky.

It reminded him of a night a few years ago, when he had also finished a meeting and walked through the tree-lined avenue of the campus.

It's just that the sky was different that night than it was today.

In addition to the bright moon and stars, there are ......

"What do you see, Dean?"

The familiar voice stopped him, and the figure emerging from the shadows made his heart rise to his throat.

After a long time, the dean said, "Classmate Lu Xiang, why don't you say anything in advance if you want to come back?" ”

He calmed himself down as much as he could, although somewhere in his heart the day had long been expected.

There is always a day when children grow up.

They have watched countless children grow up, and watched them graduate and join the public service of companies or coalition governments, becoming a cog that holds the country together.

But someone is destined to be different.

The outstanding graduate of Daystar in front of him is one of them.

"A few years ago today, there was an accident at Daystar."

Lu Xiang opened his mouth and said, "Around this time, an undetected meteorite broke through the atmosphere and appeared in the sky above Daystar Academy, this sudden accident destroyed a teaching building, but fortunately there were no casualties. After the accident, the board of governors of the academy completely blocked the news until today. ”

This is a version of the story that Lu Xiang had never heard of during his time at school.

With the help of the Sea of Souls, she found this hidden corner from the thick history of Daystar Academy.

Before returning to District 17, Lu Xiang temporarily changed his ticket.

In the version of the story told to her by the Dean, her parents, the elite of the Coalition Government's expatriate department, were tragically killed in the line of duty during an operation against the Resistance, and her parents' colleagues followed their will and sent her to Daystar Academy.

As a result, she spent almost the first half of her life in the academy.

"It seems that you have grown a lot in District 17, Lu Xiang...... While it is not known how you found the accident record, the information you see is not accurate. ”

"Huh?"

"At the time of the meteorite's fall, quite a few students were still in the school building, preparing for the upcoming House Cup."

Among those students, there were many children of big families and company executives, and he rushed to the scene as soon as he got the news, and when he arrived, the entire school building was in ruins, and the wreckage of the building was scattered everywhere, and in front of him was a huge pit of more than ten meters.

Regardless of the obstacles, he personally led the search and rescue team all the way down the deep pit.

"I saw trees, unknown species that had never been recorded."

To this day, the miraculous sights of those time are still vivid.

The staggered branches carved out a space in the rubble, and by the time they arrived, the students were unconscious, their eyes closed, suspended from the branches like fruit.

It looked like a sacred and ancient ritual.

And this never-before-recorded vegetation is feeding the suspended students, whose wounds are healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Your gut is not wrong, the rhetoric about the expatriate department is a lie."

The dean sighed.

Although he decided to bury everything at that time, there is no impermeable wall in this world, and he may have expected that the moment Lu Xiang returned to school, the gears of fate would begin to turn again.

In addition to the vegetation, Lu Xiang ...... We also found you in the depths of the ruins. ”

The small theater of its two hundred and fifty-eight:

Monday, afternoon, month, year

After the lunch break, Song Lan got rid of Guan Lili on the pretext of a departmental meeting and slipped into Lu Xiang's office.

"How's your interview going?"

Lu Xiang faced the thick documents on the table, and now she could be regarded as self-inflicted.

Some time ago, she was bribed by Song Lan too many times, causing her to slack off on her work, and today when she sorted out the documents, she found that there was so much work that had not been handled.

Lu Xiang, who was full of responsibility, couldn't ignore the work documents like Song Lan, and spent the whole morning dealing with the documents.

"Guan Lili is really ghostly, Lao Lu, help me find a way."

"If I'm not mistaken......"

Lu Xiang yawned, "You go to work and fish by yourself, and you don't want me to work hard." ”

"They're already mature working documents, and you should learn to handle yourself on your own, and if you can't do it, roll the dice to decide."

"I didn't roll the dice, I didn't pull you over to help me deal with the documents together, and I already opened up to you."

"Lao Lu, are you really not here to help me?"

"Not coming."

"I know you're busy, but what if I make you dry pot potatoes in the evening?"

"Click-"

Guan Lili, who poked her head through the door, deliberately turned up the sound of the shutter very loudly, and she said with great interest, "I got the first-hand information, the moment when the interests of senior officials of the United Government were transferred!" By the way, I also want to eat dry pot potatoes in the evening. ”

"Guan Lili, you came just in time."

Lu Xiang glanced at her and pointed to the chair beside him, "Come here, aren't you going to investigate the lives of public officials in the coalition government?" This pile of documents is yours. ”