Enforcer's Handbook

As night fell, Song Lan and the others sat around in front of the exuberant bonfire, as if the time had returned to more than a hundred years ago.

Rosalie heard from the old people that after the third war, when the people hiding in the shelter returned to the surface, what greeted them was a devastated world.

Drought, radiation, disease, every second spent on the surface will bring a huge burden to their lives, but even so, the residents of the shelter still firmly return to the surface, this world that originally belonged to them .

During the construction of their homes, people would always light a campfire, fetch a case of wine and canned food after a busy day, and imagine what the future of their homes would look like.

Rosalie was born in one of the poorest villages in the "outside", which was also the most chaotic era in the "outside".

The infamous gold rush brought countless robbers, and her village was burned to the ground. In the process of being sold as goods to the oasis, a rebel squad killed the robbers and saved her from a tragic fate. rescued.

Since then, she has stayed in the ranks of the rebels and followed them.

Until, the leader of this army died in a war, and the others followed the leader's will and passed on the position of leader to her with the most outstanding spiritual talent.

But in fact, Rosalie didn't want to be the leader of the rebel army, let alone bear the heavy title of "Pluto".

She just wanted to stay in the card hall as usual and gather a group of chess and card lovers to play happily.

Whenever the leader sees such a scene, he can't help but twitch her collar, and blame her in a tone of hatred for her lack of ambition. It's a waste of money to have such a talent but indulge in chess and card games all day long.

Rosalie remembers being in the card room when the bad news came.

The combination of the two bad news knocked her head into a coma and kept her awake for a whole day.

Perhaps because of her childhood experience, Rosalie has a natural affection for the title "God of Harvest". When she was a child, the villagers always prayed that the God of Harvest would protect them.

But now, Song Lan, who was called the God of Harvest by Death Crab, really appeared in front of her.

But the story told by the other party disappointed Rosalie.

The title of the God of Harvest actually comes from a plate of fried rice with eggs. During the period when the worms awakened their wisdom in District 17, fried rice with eggs was their important strategic material. Therefore, Song Lan, who knew how to cook fried rice with eggs, was naturally among the worms in the worm group. became the god of harvest they believed in.

With the growth of the hornworm clan, they spread the legend of the God of Harvest to places beyond the seventeenth district, allowing different groups of mutant creatures to know the existence of the God of Harvest, and the Death Crab is one of them.

Although the story is full of twists and turns and sounds interesting, it is far from the harvest god Rosalie imagined.

The "outside" has a harsh climate all year round. In people's imagination, the God of Harvest can plant trees and forests at will, attracting rainfall, and rejuvenating the barren land.

"It's still the same."

After hearing the origin of the God of Harvest, "Void" commented, "It seems that she has taken a lot of blame for you."

As an insider, he felt that the most ridiculous part of this story was that Song Lan and that old friend had switched identities.

Song Lan became the God of Harvest extolled by mutated creatures, while Lu Xiang became the iron-blooded and brutal master of the swarm.

This is simply a black humor.

"I don't think so."

Of course Song Lan refused to admit it.

After all, Lu Xiang even pulled out his gun at that time, casting an indelible shadow on Wang Chong's young mind with the gun pressed against his forehead.

And in his communication with the swarm and the devourer, he has always played the role of a good old man.

The little animals' evaluation of him is as stable as his colleagues in the law enforcement department.

After all, he brought the topic back to the right track calmly, "Now we are all friends, since you already know that I am the law enforcement officer of the seventeenth district, then some things will not be hidden, why are you this time? Do you want to mobilize people to come to the oasis?"

Song Lan felt that since coming to the oasis, his ambition for career has become much stronger.

He actually inquired about the movement of the rebels like a real law enforcement officer, and cared about the safety of the citizens of District 17.

The council suspected that the rebels were forming a group and preparing to start a war.

The news of the destruction of District 1, District 2, and District 4 spread like wildfire, making the rebels realize that the current coalition government is at the end of its strength, and it makes sense to want to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble.

"Are you worried that we are united and are attacking the coalition government?"

"That possibility is not ruled out."

"That's old thinking in the past, and the rebels have to keep up with the times."

Rosalie put her hands on the ground and looked up at the starry sky.

Let the flames of rebellion burn vigorously in every corner of the coalition government, this is indeed the slogan raised by the previous leader.

Today, this resounding slogan has been transformed into "let people feel the beauty of board games wherever they go". Compared with bloodshed, fighting and corpses all over the ground, Rosalie feels that this can at least bring " "Outside" people some joy.

Other than that, they can't do much.

"The former leader once had a dream, which was to go to the roof of the company building, install a miniature tactical nuclear bomb on it, and then watch the explosion as fireworks."

Rosalie shrugged, "Someone has already done this instead of him. First, someone blew up the building of Tesla Technology, and then someone destroyed the first, second and fourth districts, but what happened? The Coalition is still the same Coalition, and as far as I know, there is no change in the company or the Senate."

Even the former leader, the old man, had never imagined that someone could cause such a large-scale destruction in the core city of the coalition government before his death.

"Now that we are all friends." Rosalie imitated Song Lan's tone just now, "At best, the rebels are only adding firewood to the changes that are about to come, and there is nothing we can do for those who are unwilling to make changes. Therefore, it’s better to popularize chess and card games with them, everyone in the world is a card player, although there are many sufferings, at least you can enjoy yourself in time.”

"Void" sat across from Rosalie. He looked at the young girl's beautiful face through the flickering light of the bonfire, and for a moment he had an illusion—he thought he saw two Song Lans.

This is clearly a conversation between two Song Lans!

This girl has not yet learned from Song Lan, but she has learned a lot about his way of thinking.

"You two must be able to talk."

He had to give up the idea of ​​becoming Rosalie's mentor.

Rosalie smiled slightly, "Don't worry, we never had the idea of ​​attacking the coalition government. The reason we gathered here is because we received a call for help."

"Sign for help?"

"The coalition government should have noticed that the number of 'outside' psychics has increased a lot in the past ten years. For this reason, they have put a lot of resources of research institutions in the alliance countries. The psychics are fooling themselves into joining the coalition government."

The people of the Allied countries are really easy to deceive.

As long as they pay a fee to their families and draw a few cakes for them, the children of ordinary families will rush to the coalition government.

At present, "going to school to make money" has become a trend in many areas.

"We suspect that this has something to do with 'Whispers'. At present, every leader of the rebel army has more or less heard that 'Whispers' coming to the oasis is the message it conveyed to us."

But after all, the Rebel Army is not a rigorous research institution, and they still don't know where the "whispers" come from, and what is the purpose of calling them.

Even what she just said was discovered by everyone sitting together at the rebel rally some time ago.

"If the gods really exist and have given us their power, I really want to meet him. By the way, do you know which god is the most mentioned in the 'outside'?"

"God of life?"

"Huh? You're still pretty sharp."

Rosalie gave Song Lan a look of approval, "That's right, it is the God of Life. Legends about him have been left in different regions, and the Chamber of Commerce's discovery in the ruins is just one of them. I think it's mostly the 'outside' caused by the harsh living environment.”

She had heard an argument that gods were created by humans.

His image and ability will respond to the expectations of the creators, and the "outside" people who are struggling with the harsh living environment all day long long for the blessing of the God of Life deep in their hearts.

"What about you? Do you believe it?"

Song Lan asked curiously.

"I believed in it when I was young, but now I am an atheist. Many miracles are probably done by powerful psychics. If they are spread too much, they will become miracles."

"That's right."

This answer made him nod in relief, "You have to stick to your current thinking. There are no gods in this world, and you have to hold your destiny in your own hands."

"...I always feel that there is something in your words."

Rosalie yawned, stretched, and quickly put the matter behind her.

She doesn't like to ask for trouble. Whether or not the gods exist, it's not her turn to worry about it. Theists and atheists have been fighting for a century, and she doesn't want to be involved in this kind of battlefield.

Then, her gaze was drawn to the object on the finger.

A palm-sized crab clamped her index finger with its pliers.

"ah--!"

The leader of the dignified resistance army, after being stunned for a few seconds by the felon who was offered a reward of 89 million by the coalition government, let out a little girl's scream.

At this moment, she completely forgot about her psychic power, and frantically swung her arm back and forth several times before throwing the crab out.

She repeatedly confirmed that her fingers were not bleeding from the crab, and then patted her chest with lingering fear.

"Don't be nervous, this is a newborn Death Crab cub, it has no malicious intentions."

Song Lan, who inherited the will of a naturalist, said hastily.

But his current state is not convincing at all to Rosalie.

"Call out if it hurts."

Rosalie's eyes were full of apology. After the crab thrown out by her conditioned reflex drew a beautiful throwing arc in mid-air, in order to ensure the balance of the body, it clamped everything it could touch.

Among them was Song Lan's nose.

"sorry!"

She interpreted Song Lan's explanation as a way to comfort herself, or to cover up the embarrassment of having her nose caught by a crab.

"it is true."

Song Lan spread out his hands to catch the falling young Death Crab, "It just wanted to say hello to you, it didn't use any force."

"Can you understand the language of the Death Crab?"

Rosalie doesn't have the ability to activate. The juvenile Death Crab's body carries its own soul. The Death Crab is usually a group of quiet creatures, only making deafening hisses when fighting with enemies.

She didn't hear the slightest voice from the Death Crab, but Song Lan already understood what it wanted to convey.

"It's a long story, but every naturalist can learn how to communicate with animals."

The "language" Song Lan spoke of was psionic power.

As long as you walk into the hearts of mutant creatures through psychic power, you can understand their thoughts, "For example, it is here to rescue soldiers. Their group is facing a huge threat. I want your Captain Death Crab to go back for a while." trip."

"What happened?"

Rosalie leaned forward and looked at the little guy in Song Lan's palm.

The juvenile Death Crab kept gesturing at her with its pincers stretched out. After half a minute, she finally understood one thing.

She is not expected to be a naturalist, and she may not be able to understand the language of animals in this life.

Fortunately, she now has an off-site assistance target by her side, "What does it want to say?"

"The great sage prophesied that a group of bad guys are eyeing the sacred artifact enshrined in the group. Once the artifact falls into the hands of the enemy, the consequences will be disastrous. They are likely to use the power of the artifact to bring disaster to the oasis. We must stop them!"

Compared with the too brief communication method during soul transformation, the language mastered by natural scholars is much more convenient.

However, this has brought a new problem.

"An artifact? What artifact?"

Rosalie looked dazed. She had never heard that the Death Crab clan still stored artifacts. The big guys mentioned that they usually lead a very simple life. In a non-predatory state, they would lurk in the depths of the desert and take a nap. In just a few days, more than 80% of the members of the group were Azhai.

Song Lan acted as an interpreter in a dignified manner. He gently poked the soft shell on the back of the young Death Crab and asked, "She asked you what kind of artifact it is."

Hearing this, the juvenile Death Crab gestured at the two of them again with its pincers.

However, this time, Song Lan did not translate.

Rosalie noticed the awkward expression on his face, as if he hesitated to speak.

"What did it say?"

"Well, this matter, it's actually a bit complicated..."

"'Frostmourne +15'? What the hell is this?"

Before Song Lan could make up the story, "Nothingness" blurted out.

He also imitated Song Lan's way, trying to walk into the heart of the young Death Crab.

Then he heard such an outrageous thing.

He asked reluctantly, "Why would a group of crabs have such a thing?"

Little Theater its two hundred and sixty-seven:

On a certain day of a certain year, Monday, late night

The mosquito's ignorance of Guan Lili aroused her curiosity, or people in her industry have strong curiosity. She secretly took out her mobile phone, and the time on the screen showed that it was now 2:05 in the morning .

It was the dead of night, and even the little night owl, Yelu, fell asleep soundly.

Guan Lili turned on the phone's lighting function, followed the jet-like sound, followed the flight path of the mosquito, and tiptoed towards Song Lan and Lu Xiang's bedroom.

With the light of the mobile phone, she saw an unforgettable scene in her life.

This huge mosquito split in front of her, turning into three!

The sound of soaring seemed to arouse the fear of someone in the quilt, making him move closer to Lu Xiang.

At this point in time, Song Lan must have already fallen asleep.

Guan Lili just watched the mosquito's attack route through the crack of the door.

A minute passed, and she was surprised to find that the three split mosquitoes did not attack, but simply coiled around the bed, making a "buzzing" sound.

This is just too suspicious.

But the next moment, Guan Lili's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Because she found that Lu Xiang was still awake.

Lu Xiang completely ignored the mosquitoes and let them fly around.

Through the raised track of the quilt, it is not difficult to see what her hands are holding.

Combined with Lu Xiang's previous remarks that she doesn't hate mosquitoes...

"Buzz--"

This time it was Guan Lili's cell phone that rang.

The sender is Lu Xiang.

There is only one line above:

"I advise you not to meddle in your own business"