[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

"Do you have the consciousness that you are being watched!" the person who made the statement of suffering roared angrily.

"Those recordings have been deleted, right? Have they been deleted!" Yan Ke pressed on step by step.

"You two...Really, can't I answer one by one?" Mostima hesitated.

The undertaker was bewildered.

He stood outside the three people in a ball, like an overloaded humanoid computer, completely unclear what the three people were doing.In desperation, Mostima pulled out a staff shaped like a clock hand from under the flower stand, swung it across his body, and the strange force field that exploded in an instant pushed Yanke and the reporter of suffering a few steps away.

"Isn't it good to have a friendly chat?" She had a sincere and innocent look on her face, "It's too alienating to do it as soon as you come up."

Of course Yanke doesn't like her.He flexed his shoulders and neck, and was about to rush up again, but was blocked by the ordeal narrator with her multi-barreled revolver. "Okay," said the ordealer. "First question, why are you selling flowers here all of a sudden?"

"There's a beautiful version and a cruel answer to this question, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Cruel version." The statement of suffering said calmly.

"The cruel version is that I killed him and robbed his float." Mostima said with a smile.

The statement of suffering let out a heavy breath: "You're kidding."

"So let you learn to listen to the beautiful version first. The beautiful version is that the boss went to the service station to go to the toilet, and asked me as an acquaintance to help look at the stall." Mostima smiled, "The emperor asked me to come here Order some flowers for the Requiem Festival event at night, would you like to help move them too? Ah yes, I will pick up a young master from Fengchi Logistics later on."

"Your plan has nothing to do with my work," said the ordealer dryly.

"However, hehe, if I am in danger, you will still take action, right?" Mostima turned her smile to her other enemy, "It is not convenient to talk about our affairs here, and we will find a family together later. Dessert shop, I happen to be a little greedy for the mango ice here in Longmen."

When he actually sat in a dessert shop along the street, Yan Ke woke up like a dream, and realized that he had fallen into the trap of this fallen angel woman again at some point.

He has always suspected that Mostima possesses a special Originium skill, and can hypnotize or brainwash the person she talks to with just a few words, otherwise how could he easily let her go again and again... For example Now, two men and two women are sitting in the booth of the dessert shop, and the table is full of brightly colored and attractive desserts.Sure enough, Mostima was holding a glass of mango ice that she had been thinking about. Although the suffering narrator sitting next to her still had a bitter face, there was a glass of dragon fruit souffle that was very similar to her hair color. A small shiny silver fork.

As for the mourner sitting next to him... the grapefruit red Ruyi Queen placed on the table covered most of his face, so Yanke couldn't see his expression clearly.But the dessert in front of him is the largest.A large cup full of strawberry au lait is fine, there are seven or eight puffs on a plate, a few macarons and a large pink donut that looks like too much sugar.And he was still solving these things at an astonishing speed, his bulging cheeks were like a little squirrel, trembling with his chewing movements.

The Laterans are indeed natural dessert incinerators, whether it is Sakota or Li Boli.

"So, what happened between you?" The suffering statement slowly licked a small piece of dragon fruit on the fork, and cast his eyes on the only clean table in front of Yanke—yes, Among the four people present, only Mr. Sarkaz didn't order any sweets. He just took out a tin cigarette case from his pocket and pushed it to the corner of the table when he first sat down. He poured a cigarette from it and stuck it between his fingers. playing around.

"Have all the recordings been deleted?" Yan Ke didn't answer her directly.Two ferocious demon gazes were fixed on Mastema sitting opposite him.

Mostima shrugged: "The recorder got flooded and broke shortly after that. And as you know by now, my job is a messenger, not a reporter. I interviewed you just out of interest, nothing Don't mean anything else."

"Your 'interest' made me hunted down in Syracuse for two months."

"Objectively, it can be regarded as a sign for you." Mostima still smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Does the legendary killer who escaped from the hands of the Sicilian Twelve Gangs for two months sound more powerful than before? A little legendary?"

"I, no, need, need." These words Yanke almost burst out through gritted teeth.

"What the hell is going on with you..." The suffering narrator was confused, "Syracuse? The Twelve Gangs? Wait, I seem to have a little impression..."

It turned out that Yanke and Mostima, who was a messenger, met once in Kazdel two years ago.

Mostima's trip to Kazdel is a mystery to all.The ordealer hadn't kept her under close surveillance for long, and would report back to the Rutland Notary Office every few months—and return with more embarrassing code names each time.The information recorded in the archives is that Mostima once went deep into the heart of Kazdel, where the war was still burning, and talked with countless people who had personally experienced that war.

But no one expected that this daring messenger would also have an intersection with the Sarkaz "sword master" hiding in the darkness of history.

She called herself a war reporter, and interviewed the legendary killer in the shadows in a cramped and hot tavern in the Sarkaz underground city, and used special words to catch all of Yanke's past professional experience in one fell swoop.This assassination record can be described as a great achievement. The two princes, three generals, and countless other big figures who can determine the success or failure of a battle are all under the sword master's double sword.If this record is disclosed, Quan Taila doesn't know how many people will be eager to kill Yan Ke.

However, no one could guess what Mostima was thinking.She left a complete copy of the recording file for Yan Ke, and then just disappeared.

The saber masters at that time were not as calm as they were when they joined Rhodes Island.When I wake up, my past has been investigated and laid out clearly by my pillow. One can imagine how much fright it can cause to a killer who walks in the dark.After carefully listening to the copy left by Mostima, Yanke's first thought was to catch up and kill this "reporter".

With two knives, one long and one short, he chased from Kazdel all the way to Syracuse, and finally found a trace of Mostima.But the other party somehow got the Mafia up here—perhaps, as he had done with him, with some deadly secrets of a friend of a friend.In short, the mafia regarded him as an accomplice of Mostima, and all members chased and killed half of his city. In the end, Yanke couldn't help but assassinated their two little leaders, and finally escaped smoothly. beyond the borders of Syracuse.

“Sounds like something she could do…” exclaimed the ordeal.

All the way she listened, she was so shocked that she became numb. The dragon fruit souffle under her hand did not move, and she had poked it into dragon fruit briquettes with a small silver fork. "But now you also know that she is a messenger under Penguin Logistics, and her behavior is restricted by her boss. Even if the recording about you is still there, she will never be released."

Mostima seemed to kick her lightly under the table: "Are you going to sue me again with the boss?"

"Who asked me to be your supervisor? You must always have this awareness."

"Okay." Mostima shook her head happily, and the flickering light circle above her head also shook, "If you can learn from the colleague sitting opposite you good."

"I'm sorry, but he is the most difficult civil servant of the Rutland Notary Office. It is the same for the task target and the notary office."

"I know. But I'm afraid this Mr. Sarkaz sitting across from us doesn't know."

Just at this time, the mourner killed the last puff in front of him in a storm, and a little "satisfied" expression appeared on his usually expressionless face.Mostima suddenly crossed the table and pushed some Longmen's change in front of him: "I also have a job in Lateran, and I'm a citizen protected by the Lateran law, so I can make a request to you, right? "

The mourner pushed aside the evergreen leaves blocking his eyes, and nodded slowly twice.

"Then, can you go out and buy a pack of wet wipes for me?" Mostima shook his fingers soaked in fresh mango juice at him, "My fingers are dirty."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The mourner said, put away the change, squeezed through the booth and walked out of the store.

"Can't you just go to the bathroom and take a shower?"

"Hehe, it's just to pay him." Mostima winked at Yan Ke, "As long as he is a Lateran citizen who is protected by one to thirteen civil rights, he can fulfill any request to him Yes, especially the will. He was very famous in Rutland before, and he can always complete some unbelievable entrusted tasks, just like a superman."

"But to be honest, he doesn't fit in today's Rutland Notary Office." The statement of suffering took her words and continued, "He's like a robot that traveled from the old times... Is it surprising to see your expression? ?”

"I thought most Rutland notary offices were like him...until you told me that people like him were the odd ones."

"Well... let's put it this way, decades ago, when Mostima and I were children, most of the notary offices were indeed robots like him, calm, efficient, and prudent. At that time, the notary office The scope of business is wider than it is now. They will collect fees from Lateran citizens throughout the land and urge them to complete various legal obligations. Executioners like mourners are spread all over every city-state, which is frightening. That is to say, If you were born a Lateran, or even one of your parents was a Lateran, then you cannot escape the surveillance of the notary, from birth to death."

Although he had already expected the style of the Rutland Notary Office, the truth revealed by the narrator still made Yan Ke, who had lived in an anarchic area for many years, secretly take a breath of air.He couldn't imagine an all-pervasive government agency covering his head.Even in a highly centralized state like the Ursus Empire, their citizens are unlikely to be subject to endless surveillance like the Lateran people were once.

"But all this has changed now. In the few years since I joined the notary office, it has taken the initiative to narrow its administrative scope, and it has also become more lively and friendly to the people. Of course, I think they are a little too lively now, such as I change my damn codename once a month..." the ordeal narrator said indignantly.

"why?"

"Because natural disasters are happening more and more frequently." Mostima explained, "The former Rutland, like Kjerag, was a country with a higher terrain, and the impact of natural disasters was not so serious, and the society was civilized. Therefore, it has been developed, and finally a highly idealized and moral government institution like the Lateran Notary Office was born. However, in recent years, more and more natural disasters have landed on the mainland of Lateran, forcing the originally connected large Cities break up into fragmented mobile city-states. People are getting more and more doomsday-sentimental. You come from a place like Kasdales, and you should be well aware that people living in a land often ravaged by natural disasters will What has become."

"Drunk life and dreams, enjoy yourself in time, and live every day."

Yan Ke replied in a deep voice.

"That's right. A prudent and conservative lifestyle is based on expectations of future life. Once people have no expectations for their future, their lifestyle will become sloppy. Rutland Notary Office is now such a Such a situation." Mostima nodded approvingly, "Only the civil servant is still the same. To be honest, I suspect that he is not a human being, but some kind of humanoid mechanical spy... Forget it, he will be the same in the future. We are going to work together, and there is plenty of time to verify this."

"work together?"

Yan Ke was about to frown, but the suffering narrator sitting on the other side slapped the table first: "How many plans do you have that you haven't filed with me, Mostima?"

"Hehe, it's really nothing." The blue-haired fallen angel smiled indifferently, "The boss informed me that I will report to Rhodes Island after this matter is over tonight... that's all."

(TBC)