Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 284: Sharing the Worries for Baibai

"Mr. Richie, I understand everything you said...but is this...ok?"

In the mansion, Nicholas raised his hand and waved towards the turned-off machinery in the room, his expression full of disbelief.

"Brother, don't worry, just do as I say, and if anything goes wrong it won't be your fault.

But there is one thing, this is urgent work, I need it in three days, will it be in time?"

"According to your idea, there is still time..."

Nicholas looked at Liu Yonglu's abstract sketch on the notebook:

"Phelps and his colleagues are all skilled workers, and the drawings and data of the electric parachute are readily available."

"Okay, I'll come get it in three days."

Liu Yonglu put the stack of Alva's photos on the table into his pocket. Nicola asked him to help with finding people, and ask the people from the investigation department to help. Marquette has many informants in all walks of life in New New London, so he also asked him to help find them.

"Oh, I have another question. How does this electric parachute work? Please explain the principle to me."

"Okay, actually, the electric parachute cannot distinguish the special raindrops on the Lost Sea, but after connecting to the power, it can effectively..."

"Please wait a moment." Liu Yonglu turned around and called Mili Tang to his side and pressed her down on a chair. "You continue to talk, and she will be responsible for taking notes. I am a little lacking in academics, but she can do it."

Liu Yonglu knew his own strengths and weaknesses. Although Millie Tang majored in ancient philology, she was a university professor and a scholar after all, so her ability to understand was definitely better than his.

Millie Tang was not modest either. She knew what kind of person Liu Yonglu was. She took a notebook and listened to Nicholas' lecture. An hour later, several people left the mansion.

"Okay, that's it for today. Nicholas will need some time to do the manual work. Let's take a break for the next two days. Listen to my instructions for the rest."

Liu Yonglu sent the three guards away after arriving at Millie Tang's house. He was not going to go out for the next two days. There was enough food at home, so he stayed at home and spent some time with his children.

In the evening, there was still “four people and one chicken” at the table.

A small basin was placed in front of the running chicken. Perhaps because it had been well-nourished recently, it had grown a lot bigger than at the beginning. Liu Yonglu could clearly feel that the bird's eyes had become more expressive. It had no hands to use to eat, so it had to peck with its head, and bread crumbs and vegetable leaves were thrown everywhere.

Liu Yonglu didn't have to clean up, as Mr. Xia Ni took action first. He had a problem with eating, he was very clean and would even lick the grease off the bowl after finishing his meal. He would collect and eat all the food residues left by the chickens.

Xiaohu was still the same as before, neither hurried nor slow, and the chewing frequency of his lower jaw was constant. The more Liu Yonglu gave him, the more he ate, and the less Liu Yonglu gave him, the less he ate.

Sitting at the two ends of the table were Mili Tang and Liu Yonglu, who were eating and chatting about work:

"Ricky, is that thing you asked Nicola to make for you going to use it in your transaction with Wordsworth?"

"How novel! We can't just hand over the real invention to others."

"But have you ever thought that fakes might be spotted by others?"

"Mi Li'er, think about it carefully. Do you think Wordsworth and his gang really know about Nicholas' invention?"

Liu Yonglu covered his bread with a layer of scrambled eggs and put it on Xiaohu's plate.

"Don't you know?"

"Hehe, that's the joke. I think he doesn't know. He knows the purpose and use of this invention, but he doesn't know the principle and details."

Millie Tang lowered her head and pondered the meaning of Liu Yonglu's words.

"Nicholas can't be so full of himself that he's shouting everywhere. The Gear Cult is running Dowding City like an iron plate, and no water can get in. The information about the invention must have come from New Newland. The old general also said that the exploration of the Lost Sea has been carried out secretly for decades.

But after all, there are many people involved, and Wordsworth might have infiltrated a few people. Besides, those nobles are full of dirty tricks and don’t know how to control their mouths. They know that the invention of the Continental Expo is prepared for the Lost Sea, which is not new. They may even know that it is used to resist strange rain. "

Millie Tang nodded. Indeed, when they demonstrated the invention to the Inquisitor of the Saint's Faction at the Dry Well Inn, the other party was very unfamiliar with the machinery inside and read the instruction manual for a long time before he dared to confirm it.

This would not have happened if they had had detailed intelligence on the invention.

"So, in the past, we had less intelligence and they had more. Now it's different. They are the ones with less intelligence."

Millie Tang held her cheek and looked at Liu Yonglu with a smile. She had a small appetite and had finished eating long ago.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there sauce on my face?"

"No, I just feel like you're not that stupid sometimes, you're quite smart."

"Tsk, you just realized it. When I was a kid, my parents always praised me as a clever kid, a bright kid, a smart kid, and a person who never suffers any loss."

Xiaohu looked around at the two men while eating, put the bread in his hand on the plate, and tried to slip away by leaning on the chair with his little hands, but Liu Yonglu was quick to hold him down.

"Eat, it's just a little bit, you need to wait for your growth to improve. Eat it all before leaving."

"Eat everything before you leave."

The first sentence was said by Liu Yonglu, but the second sentence... everyone turned their eyes to the running chicken, the sound came from its mouth.

"Did you speak?"

"You spoke."

The chicken took two bites of the eggs on the plate, threw the leaves aside, and looked at Liu Yonglu with wise eyes.

"Hey, that's new. You can really talk a lot."

"Hey, it's fresh."

It won't be good if it's too long. Liu Yonglu was teasing the walking chicken with emotion, but Millie Tang squinted her eyes and fell into thought. There were more and more lizard scales on the walking chicken's one foot. Perhaps with the increase of scales, the inexplicable will in its body will gradually awaken. Now it is proving that it can speak like a human.

"Ricky, there's one more thing I need to discuss with you."

"You said, chirp chirp, call grandpa."

The first half of the sentence was said to Millie Tang, and the second half was said to Zou Ji.

"You're stupid."

The chicken jumped up and snatched the ham from Liu Yonglu's hand, saying this.

"Are we going to meet for the transaction in three days?" "Well, DeLorean can't handle it alone. I have a bookmark that can change your appearance. You... just dress up like before."

Thinking of Mi Li'er's appearance when she changed into women's clothes, Liu Yonglu's expression became nonsensical again.

"It's still dangerous. We're not afraid of photos and retellings, but we're afraid of people who have seen us in person. It's hard to hide a person's body outline and behavior habits."

"But Wordsworth has never seen me...Oh, I know who you are talking about."

There was a man who had met all the people in Shi Weitian, Brent Lang. He was also Wordsworth's man. If he had been there that day, it would have been difficult to deal with him.

I let him go back because I wanted to use "The King in Yellow" to trap Wordsworth, but I didn't expect that this guy would become a trouble now.

"I've eaten."

Xiaohu wiped his mouth and jumped down from the chair. As soon as he left, Mr. Shani and Chicken Run also went to the backyard.

……

“It is difficult to draw a mountain that is too high, it is difficult to draw a tree that is too toppy, it is difficult to draw a dragon looking up in the sky, it is difficult to draw water without waves underground, it is difficult to draw a beautiful woman crying, it is difficult to draw the flesh of the little ghost in the temple.”

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Liu Yonglu was still working in the bedroom. When I looked again, Xiaohu was gone.

Not only Xiaohu, but Mr. Shani and Zouji were also away. At this moment, the three of them were squatting in the backyard, drawing magic circles on the ground with branches.

Soon, a bluish-white illusory flame rose up, and the silk paper wrapped around the hair disappeared in the flame.

"Marcus J.R. Albert"

The three of them chanted a name, and a little man slowly emerged from the dark egg sac in the flames. He was fat, with sticky amniotic fluid on his body. He fell to the ground, not knowing what had happened.

Xiaohu tilted his head and looked at the fat man's face, and the extra thumb on his left hand was jumping happily.

……

At Canary Wharf, on a blue cargo ship, Marcus lay on the stinking hard bed and looked into the empty darkness.

He had been on Wordsworth's ship all the time. He had lost Wordsworth's trust since the day he took back the spell book that Liu Yonglu "accidentally lost".

But the other party was not going to let him go. He knew this clearly. He knew too many things and knew what would happen next. But when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he deceived himself and didn't want to think about it.

Should I continue to share a body with Brundtrang? Or will I become...

Marcus looked around the dark room. Other believers of the sect were lying on other beds. Marcus didn't know if these people could still be called "alive" or if they were just puppets being manipulated by others.

"Run away, you old bastard. I'm tired of telling you. Don't you understand? Now you are just a pig on the farm. Sooner or later, someone will take you away and hang you up to drain your stinking blood."

Fortunately, Mr. Wordsworth had used some tricks before to suppress the Brundtrang in his body. Although his voice still appeared in his mind, it would not occupy this body while he was sleeping.

"Shut up!"

Marcus muttered impatiently when someone hit the nail on the head.

He stood up carefully and left the room. As usual, there was a guard patrolling the cabin door all night. He could only pretend to go to the toilet and take a breath through the small window.

But the moment he walked into the bathroom, he felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, and an indescribable sense of uneasiness made him very uncomfortable.

"vomit……"

Marcus was lying over the sink, retching. He felt terrible.

"Brent Lang, you vile bastard, what on earth have you done?"

"Old jerk, why don't you go ask your current master, Mr. Wordsworth, what he did to you."

Brundtrang was still making sarcastic remarks inside my body.

"It's you! It's you who did it!"

Marcus was almost driven crazy by the suffocating boredom. It must be that Brundtrang had some evil intentions to fight for the ownership of this body.

You should have been dead a long time ago, you should have disappeared without a trace at mass months ago.

"Bang bang bang!"

Marcus punched the mirror in front of the wash basin. The glass was shattered by his fist and cut his skin, but Marcus seemed to be unaware of the pain and just grabbed the largest piece of glass with his hands.

"You old jerk, what do you want to do? You're fucking crazy!"

Brundtrang in the body also became scared. This body was his. What was Marcus going to do?
"I'm going to dig you out. You should be dead already."

In the bathroom, the obese Marcus unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his white belly. He held the glass and poked himself again and again, as if he felt no pain at all.

Soon, he dug open the fat belly with his own hands, and the intestines spilled out, with sticky blood plasma soaking the plank under his feet.

"I'm going to dig you out. You should have died long ago..."

Marcus' voice was weak but frantic, and he was still repeating this sentence.

"thump."

Finally, due to excessive blood loss, he fell into a coma and fell heavily to the floor.

The next day, the gatekeeper who was in charge of counting the number of people in the cult discovered Marcus who had ripped himself open with his own hands. His eyes were tightly closed and he seemed to be not breathing.

"Go, inform Mr. Wordsworth."

As soon as the gatekeeper left, Brundtrang opened his eyes, coughed twice, and said weakly:

"Goodbye, old jerk."

I’m sorry. My daughter has been infected with the virus these past two days and has tested positive. I’m not feeling very well and have a low-grade fever and a sore throat. I haven’t finished writing the second chapter yet and will post it later to ensure that you can see it when you wake up early.

Sorry, sorry.

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