Lu Yizhan sat in the cafeteria at noon for an hour with a blushing cheeks. His mind was filled with Fang Dian's chuckle, holding his cigarette holder and exhaling a puff of cigarette. When he went for an interview in the afternoon, he gave himself a simple styling. , Got a big back that looked more formal, and then—
The interviewer is not Fangdian.
Lu Yizhan couldn't help but see that the big five and three rough interviewer collapsed his shoulders in disappointment, and then sighed faintly in his heart.
This interviewer is called Dong Chenglong. He is a member of the [Crusades] undertaking the attack task. The weapon is a pair of Pegasus meteor hammers, which are said to weigh a ton and a half. The height is 2.21 meters, the body is very strong, and the biceps are on. Able to race horses, the eyes are glaring at everyone, and the hair is broadly splayed around, like a sonorous sunflower.
When trainees are not afraid of Dong Chenglong as an instructor, they often complain privately whether this person has hyperthyroidism, and his eyes are so protruding.
… This is too far from the square team…
Dong Chenglong glanced at the Luyi site and signaled him to come forward: "This year's newcomers are all brought by me, and I will introduce them by myself."
Lu Yizhan stepped forward and introduced himself with a sad expression: "Hello, my name is Lu Yizhan, I am eighteen years old, with unclear ambitions, obey the adjustment."
"No spirit!" When Dong Chenglong saw Lu Yizhan coming in across his shoulders, he frowned and commented, then looked down at Lu Yizhan's files, his eyes changed subtlely, and then looked up at the dejected Lu Yizhan.
This trainee named Lu Yizhan had very mediocre results in the previous training class, but this mediocrity also reveals a strange kind of strangeness.
For example, if the shooting class passed 80 points, the score of this Lu Yizhan basically stayed in the range of 80-85 each time. For example, if the heretical information recording class passed 85 points, the score of this Lu Yizhan was in the range of 85-90 points. Inside.
Except for the actual battle against heresy training class, the fluctuating range of Lu Yizhan's performance will be a bit larger, and the fluctuating range of the other subjects are all around five points.
The results are incredibly stable.
The trainee with the highest overall score this year is Cen Buming. He has already gone to the second team. His results are not so stable, and he will make mistakes more or less.
Dong Chenglong put his hands together on the table and looked at the opposite Lu Yizhan seriously: "I think you have average grades, but you were the first in this year's written test. The full score is two points higher than Cen Buming, who had the highest overall score before. ."
Lu Yizhan scratched his head and smirked: "Good luck, instructor."
"I believe that good luck can score 98 points on the test." Dong Chenglong's eyes widened. He tapped his fingers on the table twice and asked, "If you are lucky, you can get full marks on the test? Put away your little clever Lu Yizhan, why is it flat fashion? Into an average grade?"
"There shouldn't be anything to persecute you here in the Heresy Bureau, do you need a place to hide your clumsiness?"
"No no!" Lu Yizhan quickly shook his head and waved his hands to deny.
The captains in the Heresy Processing Bureau are very good, so he actually had a certain expectation that he was seen through. Now it is not embarrassing to be seen through. After thinking about it, Lu Yizhan seriously replied: "But, the Heretics Bureau did not need me. Excellent place, right?"
Dong Chenglong was taken aback.
Lu Yizhan smiled: "There are enough good people. I'm just a little clever, I have no ambitions, no goals, and don't want to save the waste of the world. I still obediently be an ordinary person and vacate more positions. Cen Buming is a person who really has great ideals."
Dong Chenglong looked at Lu Yizhan steadily for a long while, then lifted the large chapter next to it, and put a stamp on Lu Yizhan's file: "The interview failed."
"A team does not need ordinary people."
Dong Chenglong's tone suddenly became angry, he slapped the table, and the ground shook with the tremendous force:
"Anyone who can stay in a team, even if it's just a waste, must give me the consciousness to save the world!"
Lu Yizhan jumped after being photographed. He used his peripheral vision to look at the huge red stamp of "No Pass" printed on his file on the desktop. He sighed in his heart, but got up very acceptingly and took his own. The file bowed to Dong Chenglong and thanked:
"Thank you instructor for your guidance. I will take the initiative to go to the third team of the logistics team."
Dong Chenglong took a deep look at Lu Yizhan: "Only in a world where God does not exist, there are ordinary people."
"In this world that can be turned upside down at any time, there are only heretics and people who fight heretics, and no ordinary people."
"One day, I will regret my inaction, Lu Yizhan."
Lu Yizhan waved goodbye unmoved, he thought calmly in his heart—
—Then wait for that day to come.
But that day came much faster than Lu Yizhan expected.
The three teams of Lu Yizhan were opening the warehouses one by one to clean the warehouses where the heretics were waiting. Just after cleaning up a heresy covered in mucus, Lu Yizhan shook his hand and walked out. He saw someone running across the corridor in a panic. , Talking loudly:
"What is rose dry leaf gas?!"
"No one from the second team came back!"
"The Crusaders' troops have not returned from their field work. There is no way now, they have to rotate to the top of the three teams!"
"Oh my God, I'm not ready to go out to work, we won't die..."
Fear is quietly pervading everyone.
The heretical warehouse cleaner Lu Yizhan was hurriedly transferred to a team that was set up temporarily to go to the battlefield under this situation.
There are a total of 53 people in the team, of which seven people were transferred from three teams. Among them is Lu Yizhan, and the leader of the team—
—It's Dong Chenglong.
This man wore a heretical administration uniform with bulging muscles and strong muscles. When he hugged his hands across his chest, this man glared at everyone, giving a huge sense of oppression and—
-sense of security.
Lu Yizhan clearly heard the three team members next to him stroking his heart and let out a sigh of relief: "What? It turned out to be the instructor Dong from the [Crusade Army] leading the team, then it's okay."
Dong Chenglong gave an order in a deep voice: "The group of the second detachment encountered a special heresy in a perfume factory. According to the news sent by the unknown member of Cen before losing contact, the heresy is a gas-diffusing heresy, and it has success. Addictive and mental pollution ability, when they discovered, the perfume heresy had spread on a large scale throughout the city."
"Unidentified Cen team members risked their lives to investigate that the weakness of the heresy may be related to something buried under the rose field in front of the perfume factory. At this point, the contact between them and us was completely broken."
Dong Chenglong's eyes widened: "Our mission this time has three points—"
"First, contain the heresy of rose dry leaf gas."
"Second, bring back the people from the second team and one regiment to all the members."
"The last point, and only the most important point -" Dong Chenglong shouted sharply, "No matter what happened, let all my staff survive and come back, have you heard it!"
Everyone replied loudly: "I heard it, instructor!"
Dong Chenglong roared louder: "No energy! Loud! Do you hear it!"
Everyone took a deep breath and roared: "I heard it!!"
It was already night when I arrived outside the perfume factory.
The perfume factory was shrouded in a rosy smoke. Everyone wore breathing masks and carried more than two oxygen tanks. They cautiously lurked in the flower fields, for fear of disturbing the people in the perfume factory, or for fear of inhaling. This weird perfume smoke.
The people from the third detachment where Lu Yizhan was transferred were responsible for relatively easy tasks. They didn’t need to dig out heretics in the flower fields, but went around the perfume factory to look for the disappeared second detachment.
This was originally a very simple task, but under the rigorous search of Lu Yizhan, the people of the second team and the first group deduced from the clues he found became more and more strange-he found that the second team and the first group had very many people. May be caught in the perfume factory.
After contacting Lu Yizhan for clues about the test paper, he began to have an ominous premonition.
These team members, shouldn't they be caught doing... the so-called test paper, right
Lu Yizhan calmly stopped the search and contacted Dong Chenglong, who was accommodating heretics, with a dialogue machine: "Dong Team, we are at the outer entrance of the perfume factory. We suspect that the people from the second team may be in the basement and were caught by the people in the perfume factory. After being imprisoned, will you continue to search?"
A stern voice soon came from there: "Stop searching and wait for me to come."
But before Dong Chenglong’s voice fell, there was a slow, unhurried footstep in leather boots, and a man’s slightly smiling voice: “It’s so late, come here uninvited to visit someone’s factory. Not so good?"
Lu Yizhan stepped back vigilantly. He saw a creepy monster full of limbs and heads flowing from the dark entrance. He respectfully carried a kerosene lamp to the man with his tentacles. Illuminate the way forward.
The monster carrying the lantern was wearing factory uniforms, and a sign was pinned on his chest, which read [Generation Director of Rose Perfume Factory].
The man’s face slowly appeared in the light, his long hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail, hung around his waist, and he wore a long black trench coat properly. I don’t know when one appeared in his hand. The black long bone whip, and his jet-black eyes were slightly bent with a smile, and the dim light of a kerosene lamp was reflected in it.
Lu Yizhan stepped back cautiously while diverting this person's attention: "You are not here, too? Are you not the same as us when you come here as a guest?"
The man smiled: "Me? I'm not here uninvited, I'm a guest of the factory manager."
The monster-shaped director rubbed the two tentacles on his chest, and smiled with seven or eight mouths that grew out of his face: "Yes, Mr. Bai Liu is my distinguished guest."
"If I hadn't picked up what Mr. Bai Liu left in the port by accident and planted it in my rose field, my flower field would not grow such a beautiful rose, and I would not be able to brew such a good perfume, and the factory would not Can't do it anymore."
Mucus dripped ticking down the monster's face, and his laughter became more and more weird: "For helping me so much, I naturally want to invite Mr. Bai Liu over to thank him."
"I personally don't like this deal very much." Bai Liu smiled, his smile dimmed in the dim light, "but this world is indeed a bit boring."
"It seems not bad to end it completely in this way."
As Bai Liu said, he lowered his eyes and waved his finger gently in the air.
Countless rose and thorn canes slammed out of the ground as he swung lightly, Lu Yizhan's pupils shrank, and immediately turned around to remind him sharply: "Protect the oxygen tank and mask!"
But it's over.
Except for Lu Yizhan’s eyesight, which quickly protected an oxygen cylinder on his back, the other people’s oxygen tanks were all entangled with thorns, shrinking in circles, the cylinders began to deflate, and gas leaked from the edges. There was a neighing sound, and the rosy perfume smoke poured back into the mask instantly.
It was almost just a breath, and roses appeared in the pupils of the other six people except Lu Yizhan, and they knelt on the ground with loose eyes.
Lu Yizhan quickly jumped back twice, hiding from the thorny thorns, which was constantly pouring up from the ground, gritted his teeth and gasped to look at Bai Liu's face illuminated by the dim light, and then took out the contact machine: "Team Dong! Here comes this way." Unidentified people! The mission of the third team to rescue the second team failed—"
Before he could say anything, a sledgehammer wiped it from his side, and aimed at Bai Liu who was standing at the entrance, and slammed it with a thunderous force. A strong and angry male voice rebuked, "No. Spirit!"
"—The leader hasn't arrived yet, so don't give up the task without authorization!"
Bai Liu swiftly avoided the sledgehammer, and the sledgehammer hit the factory director monster's head fiercely, and directly smashed the opponent into a pile of squirming meat sauce in the opponent's screams.
Dong Chenglong stood in front of Lu Yizhan with his legs apart in a squatting posture. He held a comatose Cen unknown on his left arm, and then steadily threw Cen unknown to the nearby Lu Yizhan with both hands. The sledgehammer that was thrown out was dragged back, and he straightened his back and looked at Bai Liu who was standing at the entrance. He shouted angrily, "Bai Liu!!!"
Bai Liu smiled politely: "Captain Dong, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still very energetic."
Without a word, Dong Chenglong was about to smash the recovered pair of sledgehammers again. Bai Liu suddenly stretched out his hand to the left. Under the light of the kerosene lamp that fell on the ground, it was the one that was beating on his gloves. heart.
He smiled and looked at Dong Chenglong: "Team Dong, this is the core heresy of the rose perfume you are looking for. If you smash your weapon over now, this heart will break with me."
"—Then at that moment, the whole world will be contaminated by the rich rose perfume flowing in this heart."
Dong Chenglong paused when he raised the sledgehammer. He put down the sledgehammer and glared at Bai Liu: "What game are you going to play this time?"
Bai Liu smiled: "Team Dong already knows my style very well."
"You have two choices. The first is that you eat this heart, let all the rose and thorns penetrate into your body, and use your own body as a containment container for this heresy."
"The second option—" Bai Liu looked at Lu Yizhan who was staying next to him, and he smiled, "It's okay to let the little team member next to you swallow it."
"My personal suggestion is to let that little team member swallow, because you are the main attacker of [Crusades], and you are much more valuable than that little team member. If you just die like this and become a container—"
Bai Liu seemed to shook his head regretfully for Dong Chenglong: "—Your captain, it will be very hard to fight me after placing another point of heretical fight with me, because she has no main attacker."
"I believe your little team member thinks the same way." Bai Liu smiled and looked at Lu Yizhan, who lowered his head and said nothing. "Let this ordinary team member die here. Perhaps he has contributed the most to you. usage."
Lu Yizhan squeezed his fist. The oxygen behind him was almost running out. If it was used up, both he and Dong Chenglong would be folded here.
This person named Bai Liu is right. Ordinary players like him can die in this way, which is already the most valuable contribution to the Heresy Administration.
A main offensive member of the [Correct Crusade], a cleaner of the third detachment, fools know how to choose.
Lu Yizhan stood up slowly, and then he was slapped heavily by Dong Chenglong.
Dong Chenglong stared at Bai Liu with sharp eyes, and ran over with a few vigorous steps. He snatched the heart from Bai Liu's hand. He raised his head and swallowed it. He swallowed his heart with a rolling throat, while he swallowed his heart. The hammer struck over, and shouted hoarsely: "I'm done with my selection!!!"
Bai Liu laughed: "It's really... an unexpected choice."
His shadow and voice disappeared in the rosy smoke the moment he was hit by the sledgehammer.
Numerous thorns under the ground surging wildly, came out from under the ground and entangled Dong Chenglong’s ankles, pulling him to prevent him from moving, Dong Chenglong’s eyes showed a blooming rose, and the thorns rose from the ground. Drilled down, hovering in the air and pointed his sharp head at Dong Chenglong on the ground, and then fell fiercely as if thousands of arrows were shot at him.
Lu Yizhan's pupils shrank to a small spot, his face was full of blood splashed by Dong Chenglong, and the oxygen cylinder was about to bottom out with his rapid breathing.
Dong Chenglong was nailed to the ground by thorns and arrows. He was dying and was crossed by thorns. His generous bloody palm took off his breathing mask and inserted his oxygen cylinder into the breathing mask of Lu Yizhan. superior.
"Why..." Lu Yizhan asked with a blank expression, "I'm just a... worthless ordinary... rubbish."
Dong Chenglong lifted his blood-stained face, his eyes that had always been full of anger became out of focus, he said every word:
"... The only value of our existence is for you to have the right to freely choose to be ordinary people one day."
"now-"
Dong Chenglong roared out of his chest with the last trace of strength: "--Like an ordinary person, run away under my protection, Lu Yizhan!!!"
"Use all your energy and run away like a waste!!"