Welcome to the lock demon tower

After teleporting back to the present world, as soon as he stood still, the phone in Qiao Que's pocket rang non-stop. He immediately remembered that before entering the second mission, in order to relieve the tension, he was chatting with someone on WeChat .

He took out his phone and thought about it, remembering that it was all nonsense and nothing serious, so he put the phone back in his pocket.

They stood at the black fence door of the villa again.

Take a closer look, whether it is the buildings inside or the street scenery outside, there have been quite a few changes.

Outside the fence is an ordinary road, and directly opposite it is surrounded by a construction site, where many workers wearing hard hats come and go.

The villa looks like it has been renovated, and the exterior walls are somewhat different from the quaint blue-gray in the mission world. The windows that are too high from the ground and cause poor lighting have been replaced with common square transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

The gravel path leading to the villa inside the gate has also been changed into a wide road, with these common greenery and several parking spaces on the side.

The most down-to-earth thing is that on the top of the bell tower, there is a bright national flag, surrounded by a circle of colorful flags, which is very festive.

There is an electronic screen in front of the villa, and the big red characters are loud and loud:

"Sweeping black and evil, promoting righteousness, group prevention, group governance, and peace"

Qiao Que: ...

He took a few steps back speechlessly, and finally saw clearly the sign hanging beside the black fence:

XX Provincial Party Committee Comprehensive Deepening Reform Committee.

A security guard in a black uniform poked his head out from the door: "Comrade, who are you looking for? Wear a mask, come here to register, take your temperature and scan your health code."

Qiao Que: ...

"No, no, we're not going in, we're just passing by, passing by."

"Passing by?" The security guard looked at them with suspicious eyes: "So many young people passing by today? There was one who injured his thigh just now and was just carried away by 120. You... don't want to mess with some gangster Rush?"

The uncle looked back a few more times, and very keenly discovered the watermelon knife leather case hanging on Zhao Kexin's waist, then squinted deeply: "Here, the government department, do you know?"

Zhao Kexin: ...

……

The three of them left under the deep and sharp eyes of the guard.

Qiao Que was still in shock: How dare you use government departments to create a parallel space-time barrier? !

438 was not happy: "This is what you said, what's wrong with the government department, the government department is the department that serves the common people. The platform system of the lock demon tower is a good thing that benefits the country and the people, and the merits will last forever! Why can't it be used?"

Qiao Que: ...there's something inside the news broadcast.

438: "And... How should I put it, the world of the Demon Locking Tower is not a play house in your imagination, where abnormal life forms can be locked up in any place. Most of the stories in each world are real. Projection. If you have to ask the question, you can regard it as the reality of parallel time and space."

After walking a few steps, I saw a bus stop. Zhao Kexin carefully studied the pitiful few trains next to the platform: "Hiss - where is this all? I've never heard of it."

Qiao Que opened the navigation map and was stunned: "We are actually in N City?"

It is two hundred kilometers away from City A. According to the flow of time, they almost completed the instantaneous time travel, which is simply unscientific.

By analogy, when Xie Yan came out of Cthulhu World, he would stand directly at the entrance of Hollywood in Country M, without a visa, and then be arrested for espionage.

No wonder I had to be hospitalized for a month!

What a pity!

438: ...

438: "Thinking too much, that kind of world is usually sent back to you directly. Otherwise, we need our customer service, oh sorry, what do I mean by the system?"

Jiang Luchi was also stunned for a rare moment, then made a call, took back his phone and said, "Find a place to eat around here, I'll have someone pick it up, and I'll be there in a few hours."

Half an hour later, they sat down at a chain hot pot restaurant nearby.

Zhao Kexin angrily lowered his head to boil the meat: "I thought it was not a dream to lose ten catties after leaving a shadow, but I didn't expect that I underestimated my appetite!"

Lock demon tower weight loss method, from start to failure√.

Qiao Que stretched out a finger and shook it back and forth, stuffing his mouth full: "There is nothing that can't be solved with one hot pot meal, if there is, then two meals!"

Surprisingly, Jiang Luchi, who seems to be otherworldly, is surprisingly refreshing when eating hot pot.The movements are still clean and neat, exuding a jade-like temperament, but the chopsticks are not slow at all.

There are two bowls of sauces in front of me, one is spicy garlic sauce with millet, and the other is sesame sauce with chopped green onion.

Taking into account both the north and the south, it is an expert at first glance.

At first, Qiao Que was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat spicy food, so he asked him if he wanted to order mandarin ducks, but was silenced by Jiang Luchi's puzzled question, "Which of you can't eat spicy food?"

OKFine, cleanliness belongs to cleanliness, hot pot belongs to hot pot.

One yard for one yard, happy you and me.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Kexin burped a lot, took out the makeup mirror to refill her lipstick, shook her hand, took out a certain color-contrasting lipstick from her makeup bag, and threw it into the trash can.

"It's over... My psychological shadow is all left on the lipstick, oh, and the beauty instrument."

Thinking of this, he gave Qiao Que another look.

Qiao Que: ...

I was wrong, I was really wrong.

Speaking of this, Qiao Que suddenly remembered something, flipped through the backpack, and said in surprise: "Can this be brought out?" Then he took out the diary.

Jiang Luchi took the cowhide book, touched the leather cover with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "The condensed obsession has not disappeared. It's just that the owner is gone, and it can't last long."

"That's it..." Qiao Que thought for a while, and felt that he had plenty of time anyway, so he opened the diary in his hand.

……

The girl was born in a small town in a water town. Her father ran a small business, and her elder brother inherited the family business. The family was quite wealthy and treated her very well.

At that time, in rural areas like theirs, not many girls went to school, but my father and brother still found a husband for her, read some poetry, and learned some foreign languages ​​and mathematics.

Like all vulgar stories about wit and beauty, she soon fell in love with her husband, the frail scholar who was underappreciated.

Her father and brother were businessmen, and they had a natural respect for scholars in their bones, so they did not object to this marriage. They got married smoothly and soon had a lovely son.

She and her husband set up a school in the town, charging very low tuition fees, teaching almost all the children in the town to learn benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness.

She thought that the days would pass by like this little by little.

But the good times didn't last long, and the artillery fire outside the pass finally reached this originally quiet and remote town.

Her husband was weak and sick, but he had the world in mind, so he was obliged to enlist in the army and left home.

Months later, she waited for news of her husband's death.

Among the paper money floating in the sky, she was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, her father and brother sighed deeply, and the neighbors who came to condolences sincerely regretted it.

She looked at her infant son in the cradle and said softly, it's okay, I still have my child.

I don't know who to listen to.

She continued to run the school by herself.

In the war-torn era, sometimes children who lost their parents wandered about. Whenever she met them, she would bring them back to the school, give them a place to stay, and allow them to come and go freely.

The battle situation on the front line is tense, and the government is retreating steadily.

The father and brother's business could not continue in the end.

The huge house is also becoming more and more empty.

There was helplessness in the smiles of the father and brother. They said, it doesn't matter, the family has food and money, at least enough for their family to get through without worry.

But she has read the book, and she knows that in a war, no amount of banknotes or oceans is as good as a handful of corn.

Her worries soon became a reality. It was not a good year because of the lack of rain. Most of the young and middle-aged labor force was conscripted into the battlefield, and no one harvested the shriveled millet. Soon, famine swept across the country.

Starvation was everywhere, and no one was in the mood to go to school. Her school became a temporary shelter for the hungry.

People die every day.

Died on the battlefield, on the way to relatives, or starved to death on the ordinary roadside.

The sound of artillery fire was approaching very close, and sometimes the child woke up crying in the middle of the night, and she could still hear the muffled rumble.

Panic.

Finally, their town could no longer buy rice.

The sighs of father and brother became more and more frequent day by day, saying that many localities had slaughtered the cattle and killed all the livestock in the family, and even the "dead bodies" lying on the side of the road were snatched and dragged home. .

There is not much food left at home.

Her child is just five years old, babbles, and like his father, is weak and sick.

He still doesn't understand anything, holding the tiger head doll in his hand, grabbing the corner of his mother's clothes, saying that he wants to eat meat.

He had just recovered from a high fever the night before and couldn't eat anything.

She sighed and put down the dry cake in her hand.

There was a half-grown child in the school who was so hungry that he stared at the cake in her hand. She couldn't bear it, so she handed the cake to the child.

The child took it and devoured it hungrily, then kowtowed again and again.

That night, her child had another high fever, begging his mother that he wanted thick broth.

He had such a fever that he could barely speak.

She woke up her father and brother, took out a box of silver dollars, and hurried out the door.

She drove all night, until it was bright, and then arrived at the nearby town.

She has always been a delicate young lady, and she has never traveled so far. Maybe it is because of God's pity on her motherly kindness that she got a small piece of fresh wild boar in the hands of a hunter.

She was overjoyed, and immediately turned back. The blood blisters on the soles of her feet burst and grew, grew and burst again, and the blood was sticky.

Her children are waiting for her at home.

But when she got home, everything was gone.

In just one day and one night, the whole house changed.

Countless hungry people flooded into the house where she grew up, the kitchen with cold pots and stoves was almost demolished, the wine buried in the cellar was smashed to pieces, and the strong aroma of wine was wafting in the air.

That is daughter red.

When I was born, my father and brother buried me in the cellar laughing, the daughter of Datan Datan, Hong.

Even when she married her husband, she was not willing to drink it all up.

There were hungry people crowded around, and they looked at her with hatred and madness.

She heard them say that this family is rich and unkind, and that it is a disaster for the village, and they will not let go of grain in the year of the catastrophe.

Someone else nodded in praise, saying that the place was full of starvation, and her young master actually didn't want to eat white noodles, but only wanted to eat meat.

Some people also said that in the past, the family knew how to help the victims of disasters, and they could have a sip of hot porridge in the school.Now, how long has her family been without food?

She thought it was ridiculous and didn't know what happened.

Her family's granary was already empty, but there was only half a bag of rice and half a bag of noodles left.

Father's health has long been exhausted. In order to save rations, the eldest brother, a young master who has never suffered, went out to hunt every day. He sprained his ankle a few days ago.

Where is my father and brother?Where is my child?

She ran into the innermost yard in a panic.

Then, she saw the heads of his father and brother, thrown randomly in the corner of the yard.

There is a large pot in the yard.

Inside, there was a strong, weird smell of meat.

There are many people around.

They said, I want to eat that piece, the smaller one, the tender meat.

She had met the person who said this sentence the day before, and he kowtowed to her several times.

The faces around her were so familiar. She used to pity them for being displaced, took them back to the school with her own hands, took them in, taught them to read, and learned benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness.

When she was smashed in the head with a big rock, she fell to the ground.

Looking straight at the big pot, I thought, this pot of rich broth is really, really delicious.

……