Diary of Raising a Mermaid

Carl was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, watching Wen Yu come in with a small soldier, he couldn't help being startled to open his mouth:

"Boss, are you serious?"

In Carl's view, if Wen Yu really wants to send Lance back to the sea directly, then just drive the car and go to the sea;

It is necessary for Lance to come out on patrol at all.

"It's too conspicuous to send someone home like this."

Wen Yu explained.

Dr. Mourin is not a fool. At this juncture, he must have gotten all the cards dead.

If someone goes to the beach in a hurry, there must be fraud.

"But, Lance is a mermaid after all, does he understand this?"

Carl was still a little skeptical.

In Carl's eyes, letting Lance be an orderly soldier and let him patrol the recruits' eggs is really asking a fish to pretend to be a man, which is too inhumane.

It's easy to reveal stuff.

"No, I asked for it myself."

Seeing Carl tangled, Lance quickly explained by himself,

"I want to see what the world has become."

Speaking of this, Lance is a bit low:

"I have been ashore for so long, I still don't know what the world is like now."

Since he went ashore, although Lance also knew that human beings are not feeling well now, everything he knows is known from other people's mouths. He hasn't been real yet. Use his own eyes and body to feel it and take a look.

Wen Yu was uncomfortable with Lance's request. He also wanted to know if Lance had learned about the entire human world, what would he choose?

Is it disappointed? Abandon the identity of humanity ever since?

Or do you think that the human race still has a reason to continue to exist in the end?

Wen Yu has always paid no attention to the existence of human beings, but watching human beings start to drink blood from the beginning and now be able to explore the universe, even Wen Yu has to sigh for the tenacity of human beings.

It would be fine if humans were able to do this, but now, humans have hit his head with their ideas, and Wen Yu has to re-examine the human race.

After knowing that part of himself was studied, Wen Yu felt unexpectedly, he was not angry, but found it interesting—

He was very curious about what human beings could study with his genes.

Therefore, Wen Yu did not take action to prevent human research, and did not directly let this human race disappear from the universe through this doomsday. Instead, he looked at everything now with interest like an observation experiment. The development of things.

After so many years, Wen Yu can see the ugly faces of human beings under the apocalypse, as well as the miracles created by humans trying their best to survive in mutual help.

This makes Wen Yu feel novel.

And now, Wen Yu wanted to know how Lance would choose.

Because Lance’s experience is more complicated than ordinary humans—

He was once a human, but now he has become a mermaid, and the mermaid is the most coveted and beautiful creature at this moment.

Wen Yu likes Lance's character very much.

If Lance can maintain his innocent character, Wen Yu wants to know what his Lance will look like after seeing the almost deformed society of mankind nowadays.

"Tsk, I have taken care of you for so long, and I have never seen you speak for me."

Carl snorted dissatisfiedly, then fished out a syringe-like thing from the hidden part under the car seat and handed it to Wen Yu.

"Here."

Wen Yu continued:

"Ok."

At this time, Lance glanced at the past scenery outside the window. When he looked back, he saw Wen Yu's gun-like syringe, and he was suddenly curious:

"What is this for?"

"Inject an identity chip."

Wen Yu reached out and grabbed Lance's right hand, put the gun-like syringe in his hand on the skin of Lance's arm, and pulled the trigger.

Lance only felt a slight pain, and then saw a small red spot on his arm.

"Don't worry, the injection of this chip is very shallow. If you want to get it out, just rub the epidermis and see a small square to get it out."

Carl explained as he drove,

"I bought this injection gun and Lance your identity chip on the black market."

In Doomsday, in order to better control the population, the Alliance began to develop identity chips thirty years ago.

Everyone must have a chip implanted in the arm and have a unique code.

In order to avoid chip replacement, under normal circumstances, the chip will be implanted in the deep part.

The original intention of this move is only to better count the number of people and maintain the size of the human population.

But in the later period, it became a sign of the imprisoned class.

In the black market, an innocent identity chip can sell for tens of millions of dollars.

This time, by coincidence, Karl found the identity chip of a missing soldier through his own channel, and that soldier happened to be called "Lance".

"The only problem right now is Lance, your chip shows that'you' had been in a cell for provoking trouble."

Carl said.

But this is actually not very serious. Anyway, Colonel Wen Yu wants this little soldier, so what?

Relational households are so nb.

Wen Yu touched Lance's head at this time, helped him put on his helmet, and said seriously:

"Remember your ID number."

Lance: "Huh?"

Then Wen Yu reported a bunch of numbers plus English letters.

Lance stared at Wen Yu in a daze, "...Why don't you do it again?"

Karl Haha, who drove in front, laughed:

"Boss, Yu's memory is only seven seconds, are you sure you want Lance to remember such a long string of numbers?"

The two people behind the car: "..."

After getting Lance's identity, Wen Yu began to teach Lance how to be an orderly soldier.

In fact, it’s just one sentence in the end—

Everything must be centered on Wen Yu (senior officer), and Wen Yu (senior officer) must be adhered to at all times, and the farthest must not exceed ten meters away from Wen Yu (senior officer).

Carl sitting in the front row listening: "..."

Unfortunately, he always thought that the boss was a gentleman, and he had been doing it for a long time. There were too many private goods in the tutorial just now, right?

"You might have to be an orderly soldier for a while."

Wen Yu said half-truth,

"After waiting for a while, after the border opens, we can go to the beach together."

Lance was stunned for a while.

Wen Yu’s idea was to conscript in the near future. At that time, the entire slum area would become a mess, and the worse, it would be easier for Lance to leave...

It also allows Lance to see the reality of this world clearly.

Today's inspection of the rich area is just an appetizer.

As a colonel, Wen Yu would only visit the wealthy area once a day.

His job is very simple, so Lance's job is also very simple.

Since the three people all know each other, this time it is not so much that Lance is accompanying Wen Yu, who is doing his "orderly" work, it is better to say that Wen Yu is accompanying Lance on a parade.

Wen Yu is teaching Lance how to distinguish the roads of the entire wealthy area and how to live in the entire wealthy area.

There is a huge barrier outside the entire wealthy area, which covers the entire wealthy area.

The barrier helps regulate the weather and temperature in the rich area. Therefore, the greening of the entire rich area is particularly well done. The greenery and fresh air make it hard to imagine that this is the end of the day.

It's more like a high-end community in Lance's memory fifty years ago.

Inside, you can occasionally see people running in the morning, as well as soldiers patrolling heavily armed.

"Lance, don't underestimate the green plants here."

When Carl saw Lance looking outside all the time, he explained,

"They are specially researched and preserved. Just move out a pot of green plants here, and you can buy at least a few hundred yuan in the slums."

"Slums and rich areas?"

Lance couldn't help asking.

"Don't things between the two districts communicate with each other?"

"Of course not. Things in the slums are not in the rich areas. Things in the rich areas...Come on, how can those arrogant rich people allow the things they have used to go to the slums."

Carl laughed wildly.

Wen Yu added:

"In fact, things in the rich areas are very expensive, and people in the slums can't afford them... so there will be a black market."

Lance was silent.

This topic is too heavy, coupled with the bad impression given to him by the black market before, Lance does not want to continue this topic.

"Then what do patrolmen do?"

Lance asked curiously.

"patrol."

Wen Yu said concisely, "When you see someone who is wrong, go up and ask."

He paused, probably thinking about the murlocs before, so he added:

"Resolve emergencies."

"what-"

It was too late. Before Wen Yu had finished speaking, a female scream suddenly came from the street corner in front.

A few people looked over and found that it was a middle-aged woman in an extremely plain dress, surrounded by three patrolmen, and the patrolmen yelled at the woman.

Lance sat in the car and couldn't help telling Karl to stop:

"Don't care about this kind of thing?"

But Carl and Wen Yu seem to be accustomed to such things, and they are basically indifferent:

"Little things."

However, afterwards, the patrolmen's actions became more and more rude.

They knocked over the women's basket and took out a cloth wrapped thing from it.

The woman was pushed by the patrol and fell to the ground.

When she saw the patrolmen picking up the package, she began to cry and kept explaining quickly.

The patrolmen all showed an expression of impatient and contempt. They opened the package, took a look, and then immediately shouted at the woman, as if the woman had committed an unforgivable crime.

When the women tried to stand up and explain something, one of the patrolmen hit the woman's head with a gun butt, and the woman was suddenly covered with blood.

"That's not right!"

The whole process basically took place within ten seconds. Lance couldn’t stand it anymore, he frowned and asked,

"How can there be such a beating, we should stop and see what is going on!"

"Do you want to stop it?"

Wen Yu's expression became playful.

"…probably."

Lance didn't understand what Wen Yu wanted to do, he hesitated, then nodded firmly.

Wen Yu laughed, then he asked Carl to hear the hidden part of the car, then opened the door and said to Lance:

"Go ahead."

Lance didn't dare to hesitate, he didn't even have time to think about why Wen Yu suddenly agreed, so he rushed over:

"stop!"

The patrolmen who were still embarrassing women raised their heads, and when they saw Lance running over, they all smiled.

One of them smiled at Lance who ran over:

"Where did the recruits come from?"

The uniforms on Lance, their kind of experience, knew at a glance, the style was reserved for soldiers.

This shows that Lance is a reserve soldier, the kind that didn't even participate in the formal conscription.

The beaten woman cried and looked at Lance running over, her eyes panicking.

"You, you shouldn't use lynching like this."

Lance ran over and stood between the women and the patrolman, trying to create a little space for the women to breathe.

"You know what a fart."

The tall and thin man with the package showed Lance what was in his hand, a piece of meat,

"Look, she has this in her basket."

Lance was silent.

That piece of meat is just a piece of bacon the size of his fist.

He didn't understand why it was worth the patrol to fight so hard.

"This is real bacon, not synthetic meat."

The patrolman triumphantly showed the meat in his hands, he couldn't help but tore a little bit, and just tasted it.

"I ate a little bit last time, and now I still remember the taste. It must be real meat."

He made a memorable expression.

Afterwards, the patrol returned and pointed at the women:

"She is a poor man, how could she have this piece of meat? She must have stolen it."

Lance was silent.

He suddenly remembered the deep-sea fish he had eaten in the villa every day before.

If just a little bit of meat is enough for such a big move, what price should the fish he eat?

"No, no, this is really given to me by my employer."

Seeing Lance's silence, the middle-aged woman quickly argued,

"It's true! You can directly ask my employer!!"

"The poor commit the crime of theft, and those in serious circumstances are directly sentenced to never entering the upper city."

The patrolman with the meat is obviously a captain, he said coolly.

"It's fine if you don't execute you directly."

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