Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

In the violent snowstorm, the soft snowflakes are like sharp blades driven by the cold wind, cutting on your face without bleeding. Because of the cold, the blood solidifies before it flows out. He feels that his own blood Almost turning into ice cubes.

Lu Mingfei was wearing the uniform of Kassel College. This uniform did not have a hood or extra strips of cloth to cover his head and face. Fortunately, he still had his senior's thigh scarf in his pocket.

The material of the purple silk scarf is very good, as smooth and soft as silk, and the quality is guaranteed. Covering your head with it can finally block the sharp cold wind, so that you can't even open your eyes.

The ground is covered with snow, the glacial lake is frozen, and huge blue icebergs stand in the distance. This seems to be a port, with an elevated observation tower and a gray lighthouse standing in the wind and snow, but its light is out , like a frozen watcher waiting for the cargo ship that will never come.

There is no one outside. A sentry point has been set up here, but there is no one at the post. Perhaps it is because the snowstorm is too fierce. In such extreme weather, if you don't hide in the house, you will soon be submerged in the snow. When the snow When parking, I even had to find a way to push all the snow away from the door before I could open the door.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, retracted his hands into his sleeves, and jumped towards the lighthouse in the direction of the wind.

His shoes are not suitable for moving in the snow. Every time he takes off and falls, white snow will get in through the gaps. The best way to move in the snow is to slide, rather than inserting your feet into the snow and pulling them out. Not only does this consume a lot of physical energy, but it is also slow as a turtle.

It is indeed too cold outside. In this weather, the skin and cold iron will stick to everything. When they are separated, they will tear off a bloody piece of flesh along with the skin.

The door of the lighthouse is locked, but compared with the big lock just now, the small padlock is like a son meeting his ancestor.

The wind blew the small lock against the metal door buckle. Lu Mingfei drew his knife and chopped the lock core with one blow. The door opened inwards. He entered the room and placed the iron stick on the iron frame behind the door. .

It was dark here, with a strong musty smell, and it seemed like no one had come in for a long time.

The space in the lighthouse was not large, and there was an iron climbing ladder leading to the top. Lu Mingfei dismantled the wooden table, hit the iron rod with a wedge ball, and lit the fire in the fireplace, illuminating the small space with dim light.

He was full of energy now, for he had just had a hearty meal in the principal's office in Angers.

He found a dirty brown cotton jacket and cotton gloves on the wall, as well as goggles and sleds and poles for sliding.

The cotton-padded jacket was too big, and it would affect movement when wearing it. Lu Mingfei just cut off the sleeves of the cotton-padded jacket and put the cotton-adhered fabric inside into the sleeves. He cut open the middle layer of the school uniform and stuffed it inside. Less cotton.

It feels different to have Chuan Wan by your side. It is your best partner and can help you with any difficulties.

Warming up by the fire, the flickering flames cast shadows on Lu Mingfei's face.

It was obvious that he was in a hostile state with the people in this port. The weather here was so cold that he almost thought he had arrived at the North Pole.

"What the hell is this! I just want to go to college! Is it so difficult!"

"Alas" Lu Mingfei sat cross-legged and put the wedge pill on his lap so that the firelight could shine on it.

"Is it an escape game?" He had not forgotten what the little boy Lu Mingze said to him.

He always felt that there was something profound in this sentence.

With his skills, it was not difficult to hide secretly and go to other buildings to gather information. Although he was helpless against the soldiers who fired volleys of guns, he could not defeat them, so he could run away.

There was no deep grudge between him and those soldiers, and he had to kill them. All he had to do was hold his breath and hide.

He is the best at escaping. As long as the hook is pulled fast enough, bullets cannot catch up with him.

In a vast place, even without his prosthetic hand, just in terms of speed and jumping, he can make those guys eat exhaust behind his butt.

Why an escape game and not a stealth game?

He always felt that he was going to have a flash of inspiration, but it just didn't come close.

"Forget it, let's go out and take a look."

"Even if you have to run, you must bring enough food. Otherwise, in such a deserted and snowy place, you may starve to death on the road before you find anyone."

Lu Mingfei picked up the hot wedge balls and cut the sled short.

He didn't plan to ski, he just needed to increase the stress-bearing area on the soles of his feet to prevent his legs and knees from sinking into the snow.

All in all, he planned to do as Lu Mingze said, collect supplies, and then stay far away from the port and find a way to contact people outside.

He wanted to go back to that building, where there were the most people and where he was most likely to find food and tools. It would be best to get a dog sled, which would save more energy.

He doesn't care what this port is for, he just wants to go back and doze off peacefully in class with the sunlight coming in, play games with Fingel and Old Tang, and yell in the battle channel, waiting for the winter vacation After dinner, I would have a late-night barbecue with the little fat man and watch the latest anime.

The little fat boy is already in his senior year of high school, and his aunt is making arrangements for him to study abroad.

Lu Mingfei misses those nights watching "Lelouch of the Rebellion" with the little fat guy very much. They may have been on bad terms before, but when they were eating barbecue and complaining about Suzaku turning against Lelouch for Princess Yuffie, he I feel like it's great to be able to chat with someone like this.

He had to go back and no one could stop him.

Lu Mingfei put on a big-eared felt hat, covered his mouth and nose with a silk scarf, put on his goggles, put back his scabbard, and fixed the shaved sled board on his shoes. He looked like a fully armed soldier. Preparing for the final battlefield, it seems that as long as he wins this battle, he can go home and marry his wife.

Fingel, who was sitting in the canteen collecting money, suddenly sneezed. He sniffed, sorted out the piled paper bags, and continued to wave, "Next!"

The lieutenant on duty in the boiler room sat on a hard bench with a bottle of Red Label vodka.

"Damn it, why can they have a party and kiss the nurse, but I have to be on duty here." The lieutenant poured wine into his mouth, his nose and face turned red, he was obviously drunk.

No one would come to Black Swan Port at all, and the duty post was meaningless at all. The lieutenant felt that he should stand on the dance floor and dance, instead of guarding a useless boiler here alone.

If he pressed the communicator, he would find that all the channels were unavailable, but he didn't want to press it. If the channel was connected, would he listen to those guys bragging about kissing a good-looking nurse?

He just poured wine into his mouth.

Lu Mingfei was leaning against the wall. He couldn't understand what the man inside was saying. He couldn't understand the language. He could only understand the sharp tongue snapping and continuous burping sounds like those of a stall owner selling mutton skewers.

But it doesn't matter. Body language is also part of language. It shouldn't be difficult to let the drunkard take him to the warehouse where food is stored.