After arriving in District 25, Lance looked at the high wall in the distance with a look of shock.
Lance has also thought about what the high walls cast by humans look like. In Lance's vision, the high walls that humans can make must be nothing more than a high point of concrete.
But now that I saw it, I realized how shocking the high wall was.
The person stands under the corner, like a little ant.
Lance, who has a keen hearing, can still hear the sound of the waves of the sea behind the wall, as well as the roar of the waves hitting the cliff.
Is it this close to the sea
"Behind the wall is the sea."
The captain didn't know that Lance was surprised that he was only a wall away from the sea.
Their team of five people happened to be walking under the high wall.
Seeing Lance stop and keep looking up at the wall, the captain thought that Lance used to live in the alliance and had never seen such a scene, so he explained appropriately:
"In fact, this high wall can only block small sea monsters. If the big guy in the sunset bay comes up, it may take a while before it climbs up the high wall and comes in."
Do you mean Quirrell
Lance thought about Quirrell's eighteen tentacles, and sighed, if it weren't for Quirrell's psychological shadow about going ashore, the wall in front of him would really be a piece of cake for Quirrell, useless.
After watching the famous landmark "The Wall" in District 25, Lance continued to patrol with the team.
The 25th district is really different from the 19th district. Comparing the two districts, one has to lament that this world is unfair.
Although the people in the 19th district are not as good as those in the wealthy district, at least most of them have a job and can support themselves and their families. Therefore, the 19th district is fairly well-organized, but in the 25th district, Lance only feels that one word—
"Messy".
This is synonymous with poverty and chaos.
Just patrolling with the team, Lance has seen thieves more than a dozen times, gang fights three times, and an adulterer hunted down once.
This is simply a criminal paradise.
After some inspections, Lance himself felt tired.
"Lance, I heard you're from District 25."
The belated captain finally remembered Lance's identity information, he looked at Lance in surprise,
"Why don't you just say it?"
Lance: "..."
say what? What should I do if I reveal my stuff after I say it
At this time, Huang Mao stabbed the captain's elbow to signal him to shut up.
It's not a good thing to be born here, Huang Mao thinks that he can even understand Lance's concealment.
"Yo, isn't this my brother?"
The five-member team was winking at each other, and when everyone was switching channels to communicate, at some point, a killer came up.
All five looked at Sha Matt.
Although the place is a mess and the magistrate is useless, the people here will somewhat restrain themselves after seeing the reserve soldiers. They rarely see people who come up to question directly.
Lance looked at Sha Matt in front of him, his eyes were confused.
Who is this man
Kill Matt smiled meaningfully at Lance, and then he stepped forward, and the two brothers put their arms on Lance's shoulders nicely, hugging Lance and preparing to turn into a small alley:
"Why, don't you go home with your brother and have a look?"
Lance was stunned by this "brother".
Who is this person? Why do you want to do this
Where the rest of the team members could not see, the killer pinched Lance's face without any trace, and said:
"So tender... Tsk tsk, my name is Wright, and I'm Lance's elder brother. If you don't want others to be suspicious, you'd better be my younger brother."
Lance blinked.
"Who are you?"
The captain of the team was the first to react. He stepped forward and grabbed Lance back to prevent Lance from going astray. At the same time, he warned the killer,
"We are currently on a mission, Lance is my team member, and he is not allowed to leave the team without authorization."
"Alright alright."
Killing Matt was kind, he let Lance go, and said to several team members,
"Then let's forget about today. Hey, Lance, if you have time, remember to come and see brother."
After speaking, the green-haired killer smiled at Lance, and walked into the alley next to him.
Everyone watched the Kill Matt leave.
After Sha Matt left, the captain asked with lingering fear:
"Is he really your brother?"
Lance subconsciously glanced at his arm, where an ID chip had been injected not long ago.
He hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Probably so."
"That person is not a good person at first sight."
The captain didn't realize that Lance's voice was very hesitant, he was still filled with righteous indignation for Lance,
"Is he really your biological brother? You didn't join the reserve army just to leave him, did you?"
Seeing that Lance was silent, the captain made up a big scene on his own—
It must be that Lance didn't want to follow his brother to sink here, so he tried his best to leave here, and wanted to truly get rid of his original miserable life experience by joining the reserve army.
However, God's will tricks people, and after going around and around, Lance finally returned here, maybe he will be threatened by his brother.
Lance was silent for a while, then said:
"If the mission is over, let's go back."
Although he thought the whole thing was weird, Lance didn't want the rest of the people to get involved.
The captain and the others glanced at each other, and did not continue to discuss this issue.
It's hard for honest officials to decide on housework, and it's not easy for them to dictate Lance's housework.
After the day's patrol mission was completed today, Lance did not go directly back to Wen Yu's dormitory.
Firstly, it was because he was still having trouble with Wen Yu. He had already thought about it, whether it was Wenser, Wen Yu, or that weird Weir, why did he have to take a step back every time he got into trouble
He wanted to see, what would Wen Yu do if he didn't take a step back this time
If Wen Yu doesn't do anything... It's better not to have this kind of man.
Secondly, Lance understood that the other party was coming for him.
He wanted to know what that Shamate wanted to do.
Lance walked to the alley where he met the Shamat before, and happened to see Shamate leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette there.
The white smoke was lingering, and the orange sunset was falling. Shamat's thin body was leaning against the wall, with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet. I don't know how long he had been waiting here.
Lance couldn't see Kill Matt's expression clearly, but he could see a trace of loneliness from the profile of the person in front of him.
Maybe it's an illusion.
"Yo, call me brother."
When Kill Matt saw Lance coming, he immediately returned to his previous cynical look, stood up from the wall vigorously, and snuffed out the cigarette in his hand by the way.
Lance blushed, and finally said:
"Let's talk."
"Of course we have to talk, my brother."
Kill Matt one brother at a time, he signaled Lance to come over, it seemed that Lance was sure to come back to him,
"Let's go home, okay, okay, let's talk."
Lance pursed his lips, and finally followed behind Kill Matt.
Following behind Shamat, Lance walked through the alley and entered the slums.
When Lance and the others patrolled before, they mainly walked on the street.
No matter how poor the 25th district is, it can barely be seen on the street. However, after following Sha Matt and stepping into the slums, the only fig leaf was lifted like this, showing Lance the real District 25—
Dirty water flowing indiscriminately, houses transformed from large and small containers, all kinds of electrical wires in a mess in the sky, sometimes with pieces of clothes mixed in.
The people passing by in the alley have different expressions, some are ragged and skinny, and they can be seen as drug addicts at a glance;
Some walked past Lance and the two with their backs hooked, their eyes rolling continuously.
Lance even doubted whether the people who lived here could see the sun.
"Okay, don't look at it."
Killing Matt glanced back at Lance, pointed to a dilapidated hut ahead, and said,
"Our home is almost here."
Lance looked in the direction Shamat pointed, and he saw only the dilapidated iron stairs and a dilapidated hut above.
The entire "home" was stained with rust, which made Lance very suspicious. If it rained here, would the yellow rusty water flow directly from the hut.
Half an hour later, Lance was kneeling by the tea table in the hut, with a chipped porcelain cup in his hand.
He looked up, and from the hole in the upper left corner, he could see the clothes fluttering like colorful flags outside.
"You are quite courageous."
Sha Matt sat carelessly across from Lance. He threw a few leaves into his cup, took a sip, and made an intoxicated expression.
There are no chairs here, so if you want to sit, you can only sit cross-legged on the ground.
The small house is only fifty square meters, and clothes and all kinds of garbage are randomly discarded on the ground.
There are furniture in the house, but these furniture can be seen to be picked up from the garbage dump at a glance. They are either missing arms or missing legs.
The only thing that can be seen may be a piece of Simmons in the corner of the room, with a blanket spread randomly on it.
"How do you know I'm 'Lance'?"
Lance simply asked directly.
Killing Matt glanced at Lance in surprise, and he took another sip of the liquid in the cup. As soon as he took a sip, there was an indescribable taste:
"Okay, just ask directly. I found that I like you now, and your straightforward appearance is much better than his twists and turns. "
Lance raised an eyebrow.
Interestingly, the person in front of him didn't seem to have much malice towards him.
Lance looked around, but didn't find anything like a photo.
There is only trace of one person's life in the whole house.
"As for me, let's be more straightforward."
Kill Matt looked Lance up and down, obviously, he was confused by Lance's exquisite appearance, thinking that the person opposite was a particularly easy-to-handle person,
"What about the identity you used, it used to be my younger brother's. If I go to inform you, tell me, what will happen to you?"
"yes?"
Lance smiled, he had already guessed,
"what do you want?"
"Not much, just a million."
Kill Matt says,
"In a few days, the review team will come to review, one million, hush money, I will definitely give you a good word."
Lance tilted his head and said:
"But, I don't have a million dollars."
"Come on, it costs at least tens of millions to buy one in the black market. Since you bought a chip, how could it not be mere millions."
Sha Matt took out a small knife from his pocket and put it on the table, clearly a threat,
"If you don't have one... Well, let me see, this face of yours can sell for at least a few million on the black market."
"Why are you so sure that the review team will come to review me?"
Lance was not in a hurry. He had already known from the previous challenge between the reserve soldier and Wen Yu that he was almost crushing to ordinary people.
And the level of crushing also implies any conspiracy, which can be ignored by Lance.
What's more, Lance is very curious about killing Matt:
"I guess...'Lance' asked you to kill me without anyone noticing, and you actually bargained with me like this? Does he know?"
Even if the other party is a killer, how can any killer run to the target task, tell the target task that you are going to die, and then let the target task auction the price with the employer
No work ethic
Kill Matt laughed out loud:
"Why can't I bargain with you?"
"OK then."
Lance shrugged and said,
"Just tell the review team and let them investigate. Tell me, in the end, is it my business or your brother's business?"
Sha Matt's eyes suddenly changed.
In fact, this matter is not difficult to think about.
In the eyes of Sha Matt, Lance can get an identity chip and enter the Reserve Corps, so what does that mean
It means that his family has a background and money, so Sha Matt wants to cheat a sum of money from Lance.
But if the review team finds out that Lance's identity is problematic, and follow the clues, they will find the real "Lance"...
Kill Matt's younger brother, but he has no background.
One with background and one without background, in the end, who will be punished, the result is self-evident.
The next second, Shamat suddenly exploded. He picked up the knife on the table and quickly and slashed towards Lance's neck——
"Ahhh!!!"
Inside the rusty hut, there was a sudden scream.
…
Lance returned to Wen Yu's dormitory as usual.
As soon as the door opened, Lance saw Wen Yu sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Wen Yu's complexion was very bad, and he looked at Lance blankly, like a door god.
Lance blinked, he walked in, put down his helmet, and greeted the turtle on the coffee table:
"I am back."
[Back-come-it-just-ok-you-you-little-two-mouth-don't-want-cold-war-ah-]
The sea turtle was soaking in a transparent box, and did not forget to be a gold medal mediator.
Wen Yu ignored the turtle's words and asked:
"What did you do today? You came home three hours late."
Lance sat on the sofa, took out a small bag from his waist, took out small fish from it, and fed the turtle:
"you guess?"
Wen Yu: "..."
[Go-rail-do you-]
The turtles add fuel to the fire while eating the fish.
Lance shook his hand and almost poured the whole bag of small fish into it.
"And me?"
Wen Yu asked suddenly, his tone was a little aggrieved,
"I haven't eaten yet."
During this period of time, although Wen Yu didn't need to eat, for the sake of the little fun between the two of them, he always waited for Lance to come back at home, then cooked with Lance, and finally ate together.
If it wasn't for not wanting to pierce the last layer of vest, Wen Yu even wanted to have a kitchen game with Lance in the kitchen.
"There are nutrients in the refrigerator, you can solve it by yourself."
Lance was very ruthless,
"You're just my officer, and it's my off-duty time."
Unless you admit that you are Winsor, he can do whatever he wants after hours.
Wen Yu opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything in the end, and could only sulk secretly in the end.
[He-just-is-made-a-young-fish-will-make-make-mistakes, you-must-learn-know-include-rong-]
The sea turtle kindly comforted Wen Yu, and kept on fire,
[No—just—yes—green—hat—child—is it—]
Wen Yu: "..."
Green, what green, if you wear a cuckold for yourself, does that count as wearing a cuckold
"Until you make it clear who is who and who is who and who, it's better for us to keep our distance."
Lance said,
"I came back today to see the turtles and pack my luggage. Sir, I'd better go back to the dormitory."
After speaking, Lance stood up and walked into the room. When he came out of the bedroom, what he was dragging was his small suitcase.
Only now did Wen Yu panic. He quickly stood up, hugged Lance, and stopped him from going out:
"Don't go... What if your tail is sticking out?"
Lance snorted angrily:
"Lu, Lu, I'll sell myself, and I can pay you back by the way."
"I don't allow it!"
Wen Yu was in a hurry, what was calm and self-restraining, what was resourceful, all were forgotten by him, now he is like a child in kindergarten, hugging Lance's waist, extremely wronged,
"Your tail can only be shown to me, and your song can only be sung to me."
After finishing speaking, Wen Yu picked up Lance without hesitation, and strode towards the bedroom.
"boom-"
The bedroom door was closed.
The sound of fighting came from inside, and after a while, the sound of fighting disappeared.
After being quiet for a while, the mermaid's weak sobbing came from the bedroom, and after a while, the sobbing turned into crying.
The turtle was leaning on the side of the box, looking towards the direction of the bedroom with two doudou eyes, both eyes filled with envy:
[I—just—said, between two—people—is—what—spear—shield—day—one—time—just—good——]
Back then, it had a group of female turtles willing to lay eggs for it every year.
The author has something to say: Happy June 1~
Take a day off tomorrow