Travel assistant Song Lan reminds everyone that Lute City is an accident-prone area, so please stay away as much as possible if you have to.

When the hovercar hovered over the city, the square that had been deserted for a day returned to its usual liveliness, but this time the reason for the excitement was not good.

A crowd of people surrounds a three-story giant tree on which hangs a man in the crucifix pose.

"What a city full of disasters!"

Song Lan sighed, trying to resonate with 'nothingness'.

When he first came to the city, he was confronted by the evil forces of the Skull Gang and the "garbage disposal plant".

The second time was the Brotherhood's expeditionary force running for the artifact.

And this time, he recognized the identity of the hanged man from a long distance, "You see, that's Ricott." ”

"It's clear that your broomstar's constitution is in effect again."

As soon as Lu Xiang spoke, he strangled Song Lan's plan to divert the topic in the cradle.

She has always had a pair of eyes that see the essence through the phenomenon, and the special physique of this dumb bird has caused many cities to suffer injustice, and after her observation, many disasters have nothing to do with the city, but are bound to people.

Statistical methods and control variable methods provide a solid foundation for her scientific research.

"What do you mean by a broom star?"

"Nothingness" is interested, and it is always more interesting for friends to attack each other than to cater to Song Lan.

"The broom star is his ......"

The two invariably ignored Song Lan, starting from when Song Lan first proposed this theory, which also included Song Lan's despicable behavior of trying to frame the blame.

This hovercar really can't stay for a minute!

A group of cold-blooded and ruthless people, no one cares about the safety of Comrade Rickett!

Song Lan left angrily, and when he arrived at the gathering place, the dispute between the two factions had reached a fever pitch, and the women with braided braids were so angry that they blushed and began to use words like "foolish" to make personal attacks.

Not to be outdone, the townsfolk took up sticks and knives, threatening to escalate the argument into an armed conflict.

In terms of numbers, the braided women's side is at a great disadvantage, and her camp seems to be only Ricott and herself, and she is trying to persuade the "fools" to drop Ricott from the tree, but the citizens say that whoever does this is the enemy of the Oasis and the Cult of Life.

This battle of words has been going on for a long time.

Song Lan's arrival broke the deadlock.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Have you also been brainwashed by a cult?"

"Are you kid her helper? Ugly words ahead, we will never let go of those who oppose the God of life! ”

People immediately pointed the finger at Song Lan, who was standing with a woman with braids.

"You want to know why I'm standing with her?"

In the face of people's verbal criticism, Song Lan did not change her face and asked calmly.

This rhetorical question successfully ended the quarrel and silenced everyone for a short time.

The braided woman gave Song Lan a grateful look, although the strength of the two people was still weak, but at least it showed that her efforts had touched a few people.

Just as she wanted to express her gratitude, she saw Song Lan walk straight into the crowd, join them, and confront her together, and at the same time he also said vigorously, "Of course, it's because I'm from the east, and if you want to join the army, you have to pass through her first." ”

This sentence is a resounding and skillful use of scientism to defeat the citizens who are blind by their fanatical beliefs.

Even the most tricky person can't contradict him.

"...... Now"

Song Lan naturally joined the party with a large number of people and started a new round of verbal and written criticism, "You are a spy of the cult, right?" Why did you want to lower him from the tree, and what did you have in mind? ”

In the face of such a spicy question, the braided woman didn't take a breath and almost turned her back on it.

She suddenly felt that this new "fool" was ten times more angry than the people in the entire square combined, and if it really started a fight after a while, even if she tried her best, she would have to pick up her high heels and hug Song Lan twice.

She raised her tone in a gaffe, "I've explained this many times!" ”

"I just came, I didn't hear it."

Once again, Song Lan skillfully used scientism.

Even if the braided woman was so angry that she stomped her feet on the spot, she couldn't think of any reason to refute him after all.

"Ricott burned all the statues of the source of infection for your sake, and you fools hung him here for some ridiculous reason!"

"It's you who is ridiculous! You don't understand at all the noble sacrifice of the Messenger, who gave himself for the entire oasis! ”

Opponents in the crowd immediately appeared.

In any religion, there is no such thing as a martyr who endured unimaginable suffering for the happiness of the world, and thus made a name for himself – and now they believe that this is the path of Ricott.

The same conversation had already been carried out once, but the woman with braided braids had to ask again to ensure that Song Lan, Diao Min, could fully understand the whole story, "What evidence do you have to prove this?" ”

"The fact that the epidemic has stopped is the best proof of this!"

"I have already said that the epidemic stopped because Ricott burned all the statues and cleared the source of infection in the city of Rut, and in every city in the oasis, there are people like him who are working hard!"

"A bunch of nonsense, I think you are clearly a spy of the cult, in order to stop the noble sacrifice of the envoy!"

The people in the crowd shouted at the braided women again.

Immediately afterward, both sides invariably chose to remain silent, staring at Song Lan, waiting for him, the latecomer, to make a judgment based on the conversation just now.

"I've got the stuff going on."

Song Lan clasped her hands around her chest, nodded, and then coughed lightly, imitating the tone of the person who shouted just now, "What nonsense, I think you are clearly a spy of the cult, in order to stop the noble sacrifice of the envoy!" ”

This sentence is like setting off a prairie fire, uniting the citizens in the square tightly.

But that's not the case for isolated women with braids.

Yikes——!

Her mind went blank and she wanted to scream right now.

How can there be such an annoying person?

She pointed at Song Lan angrily, "You come out for me, I want to duel with you!" ”

At this moment, she let go of her reserve and dignity as an archaeologist and wanted to return to her wild nature and have an ancient heads-up ritual with this person who was not only late but also particularly annoying.

"Go, friend, the god of life protects you."

"Our spirit is with you."

"Let the cultists see how powerful we are!"

Under the instigation and pushing of the crowd, Song Lan stood out, and the braided woman who was only a few steps away from him took off her high heels, raised her arms, jumped small steps, and put on a standard boxing stance.

"But before I can do that, I need to confirm one more thing, because the god of life will never blame a good person!"

Song Lan raised her arms and shouted, once again quieting the square, "This cultist has been calling us 'fools' just now, and I hate others to slander my innocence out of thin air, can you bear this?" ”

"I can't bear it!"

Citizens responded one after another.

"Then the situation is clear now."

Song Lan bypassed the braided woman who was stunned, walked straight to the bottom of the tree, and glared angrily at the braided woman, "Now I'm going to put the messenger down from the tree, if you are a spy of the cult, then I will definitely die, but in this way, everyone will recognize your true colors, and you don't want to live!" ”

"But why would you do that?"

Someone in the crowd asked.

"Because we must defend the honor of the God of Life, and make sure that we are executing the traitors of the cult and not the good people!"

As he spoke, Song Lan used a knife to cut the rope that bound Ricott, and the feeling of landing made the weak Ricott's eyes squint.

"Small, be careful!"

As soon as he was awakened, he said, "Cultists have come in!" ”

His voice was like a gossamer, and the people in the square who were ready to watch and witness Song Lan's martyrdom were stunned.

That's not right.

If this braided woman was a spy of the cult, then the moment she put down the messenger, Song Lan should have died violently.

But now Song Lan doesn't seem to have anything to do, and the infectious disease shows no signs of recurrence.

"Tell us, what did the messenger say?"

The familiar voice came from the crowd again, and before Song Lan came, it seemed that he was acting as an opinion leader, and whenever the braided woman asked a rhetorical question, he would fight back.

"The messenger said you were the cultist who blended into the crowd!"

The news immediately exploded in the crowd, and the citizens stared at the shouting man with incredulous eyes, and everyone around him involuntarily took a few steps back.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face, "Richot, it seems that you have picked up a life, but Lord 'Rot' asked me to pass on a word to you, this is just the beginning, and the seeds of suspicion have been-"

The man's voice stopped abruptly as a high heel slammed into the bridge of his nose.

The woman with braided hair was stunned by this scene.

Just now, she clearly saw the angry ghost pick up her high heels and smash them at the shouting man like a grenade.

"Quick, everyone go up together, beat him up in groups, don't let the cultists escape!"

Song Lan gave an order, and the citizens in the square woke up like a dream, and they rushed up and launched a round of punches and kicks against the cultists.

……

When Lu Xiang finished telling the story of Song Lan's broom star physique to "Nothingness" and got off the hovercar, a vicious public security incident had just ended.

She found the cultist who had been beaten by the crowd and had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and was already dying.

According to reliable sources, the crowd brawl was planned by Song Lan.

She took the opportunity to give Nothingness a look that was all in the word.

The place where Song Lan haunts will always be full of disasters and difficulties, and this is the harm of the broom star physique.

And she also caught up with the conversation between Song Lan and Ricott.

According to Ricott, he met the culprit of the plague during the destruction of the statue, and after angering the other party, the cultists attacked him and blended into the crowd, hanging him from the giant tree that had suddenly grown.

This was so that he could see the Cult of Life fall apart in front of him, and he would not be able to save anyone in the end.

The woman with braids is the archaeologist who disappeared a few days ago, and after the spread of the epidemic, she understands that the god created by the Oasis Peace Company is an impostor, and after hearing about what happened to Ricott, she rushed to the city of Rut as soon as possible, and there was the dispute that happened in the square just now.

Realizing that they had made a big mistake, the citizens helped the weakened Ricott back to the lounge, but at the same time, bad news followed.

The cultists' plot succeeded in other cities, and they managed to blend in with the survivors and convince the other survivors with the martyr's words, and so far six people have been sacrificed by the cultists.

They gouged out the victim's eyes, or took a part of his body as a trophy and ostentatiously posted it in the discussion group where the statue was burned.

For the six people who were not directly blessed by the God of Life, they actually died in the ritual, and even worse, the cultists took the opportunity to become opinion leaders in the crowd again.

"It's not foolishness."

The archaeologists who heard the news clenched their fists, in fact, these people were not even believers, "they are just willing to sacrifice others in exchange for their own lives, as long as they can achieve this goal, they don't care whether it is God or the devil who hears their wishes!" ”

……

Everyone was shocked by this sudden news, and no one paid attention to Song Lan, who was quietly approaching the cultist.

The dying cultist's mouth was wide open like a dead fish, and his eyes were full of doubt.

Things turned out more than he expected.

Even if his identity is revealed, he has countless means of evacuation, and can even let Ricott witness how easy it is for them to take the lives of citizens during the evacuation.

But all the plans were ruined by that flying heel.

After being hit by a high heel, his brain went blank, and the power that the "gods" had promised him was gone.

Without the blessing, he returned to the identity of an ordinary person.

After a long absence, he felt the fear of death.

After a while, he heard footsteps, and he saw the uninvited guests in the square again.

If you think about it, all these changes are caused by this person who came out of nowhere.

"Y-What do you want to do?"

Even with all the effort, it can only make a very slight sound.

"I told a friend before that when you decide to do it, you should pay attention to the principle of being fast, accurate and ruthless, and don't leave too many witnesses."

The cultist's eyes widened, and he felt as if an invisible hand had pinched his heart, and all the sounds he wanted to make came to a standstill.

This person—

The next moment, the cultist's pupils lost their brilliance.

Song Lan had to bring bitter bad news to the other survivors.

Because everyone had just beaten too hard, Mr. Cultist died.

The small theater of its two hundred and eighty-six:

Thursday of a certain year, a certain month, early in the morning

Yesterday's special training results, Dumb Bird HP +3, Special Attack +1.

Song Lan finally failed to escape the fate of special training.

At the same time, the night heron's special training for the baby has also begun to bear fruit, although the baby has not yet learned to fly, but she always lies on the back of the night heron, and has liked the feeling of flying.

But in the process of taking the baby for a ride, the night heron found a problem, so she touched Song Lan's room early that morning.

"Hurry up, hurry up! The sun is going to burn your butt! ”

The sound of chirping is like that of an early sparrow.

Song Lan's eyes opened a slit, "That's impossible, because I've been staying under the quilt all the time." ”

"I have a question for you!"

The night heron sat on the floor and put her face in front of Song Lan, "Why is the baby's nickname artichoke?" ”

This nickname usually doesn't call much, but after a few shouts last night, she immediately felt so hungry that she decided to take her baby to her favorite baked cold noodle shop halfway through the flight.

"This nickname is from Lao Lu, she likes potatoes the most, saying that it can evoke her happy memories."

Song Lan immediately raised an objection, and the potatoes sounded very earthy.

Lu Xiang finally made a concession after thinking about it twice.

"Artichoke is the final bottom line."

(End of chapter)