Enforcer's Handbook

Travel assistant Song Lan reminds everyone that Lute City is an accident-prone area, so please stay away if you have no choice.

When the hover car hovered over the city, the square that had been deserted all day returned to its usual bustle, but this time the reason for the bustle was not a good thing.

A group of people gathered around a three-story tree, from which hung a man in the pose of the Crucifixion.

"What a troubled city!"

Song Lan sighed, trying to resonate with "emptiness".

When he first came to the city, he encountered the evil forces of the Skeleton Gang and the "Garbage Treatment Plant."

The second time was the Brotherhood's expedition to pursue the artifact.

But this time, he recognized the identity of the hanged man from a distance, "Look, that's Ricote."

"It's obvious that your broom star physique has taken effect again."

As soon as Lu Xiang opened his mouth, he killed Song Lan's plan to change the subject in the cradle.

She has always had a pair of eyes that see through phenomena to see the essence. The special physique of this stupid bird has caused injustice to many cities. After her observation, the disasters have nothing to do with the city, but are bound to the people. of.

Statistical methods and control variable methods provide a solid foundation for her scientific research.

"What does broom star mean?"

"Nothingness" arouses interest. Compared with catering to Song Lan, it is always more interesting for friends to attack each other.

"The broom star is his..."

The two of them unanimously ignored Song Lan, and Lu Xiang started talking about it when Song Lan first proposed this theory, which also included Song Lan's despicable attempt to frame the fault.

I really can’t stay in this hover car for a minute!

A group of cold-blooded and ruthless people, no one cares about Comrade Rickett's safety!

Song Lan walked away angrily. When he arrived at the gathering place, the dispute between the two groups had reached a fever pitch. The woman with braids turned red with anger and began to use words such as "foolish people" to make personal remarks. attack.

Not to be outdone, the citizens picked up sticks and knives, threatening to escalate the dispute into an armed conflict.

Judging from the number of people, the side of the braided woman is at a huge disadvantage. Her camp seems to consist of only Rickett and herself. She is trying her best to persuade this group of "foolish people" to put Rickett down from the tree, but the citizens But he said that anyone who did this would be the enemy of the Oasis and the God of Life.

This state of war of words has been going on for a long time.

Song Lan's arrival broke the deadlock.

"what do you mean?"

"Have you also been brainwashed by a cult?"

"Is your kid her helper? The ugly words come first, we will never let go of those who go against the God of Life!"

People immediately pointed the finger at Song Lan, who was standing with the braided woman.

"You want to know why I stand with her?"

Facing people's verbal criticism, Song Lan asked calmly without changing her expression.

This rhetorical question successfully ended the quarrel and made everyone quiet for a short time.

The braided woman gave Song Lan a grateful look. Although the strength of the two of them was still weak, it at least showed that her efforts had impressed a few people.

Just when she wanted to express her gratitude, she saw Song Lan walking straight into the crowd, joining them, and confronting her. At the same time, he said plausibly, "Of course it's because I came from the east and wanted to join." The large army must pass through her first."

This sentence is very resounding, and the clever use of scientism defeats the citizens who are blinded by their fanatical beliefs.

Even the most cunning person can't refute him.

"Now……"

Song Lan naturally joined the larger party and started a new round of verbal and verbal criticism, "You are the spy of the cult, right? Why did you put him down from the tree? What are your intentions?"

Faced with such a poignant question, the woman with braided braids could not catch her breath and almost lost her breath.

She suddenly felt that this new "fool" was ten times more annoying than the entire square combined. If a fight really broke out, even if she tried her best, she would have to pick up her high heels and hit Song Lan twice.

She raised her voice erratically, "I've explained it many times!"

"I just came and didn't hear it."

Song Lan once again cleverly used scientism.

Even though the braided woman was so angry that she stamped her feet on the spot, she couldn't think of any reason to refute him.

"Ricotte burned all the statues of the source of infection for you, but you fools hang him here for some ridiculous reasons!"

"The ridiculous person is you! You don't understand the noble sacrifice of Lord Messenger at all. He dedicated himself to the entire oasis!"

The naysayers in the crowd immediately appeared.

In any religious belief, the image of martyrs is indispensable. They endured unimaginable pain for the happiness of the world, thus leaving their name in history - and now, they firmly believe that this is the path that Rickert followed.

The same conversation had already taken place once, but the braided woman had to ask the question again to ensure that Song Lan, a cunning person, could fully understand the whole story, "What evidence do you have to prove this?"

“The fact that the infectious disease has stopped is the best proof!”

"I have already said that the infectious disease stopped because Ricote burned all the statues and eliminated the source of infection in Root City. There are people like him working hard in various cities in the oasis!"

"That's nonsense. I think you are clearly a spy of the cult, and you made a noble sacrifice to stop the messenger!"

People in the crowd shouted at the braided woman again.

Immediately afterwards, both parties chose to remain silent, staring at Song Lan, waiting for him, the latecomer, to make a judgment based on the conversation just now.

"I already understand the matter."

Song Lan crossed his arms over his chest, nodded, and then coughed slightly, imitating the tone of the person who just shouted, "That's nonsense. I think you are clearly a spy of the cult, and you made a noble sacrifice to stop the messenger!"

This sentence was like a prairie fire, tightly uniting the citizens in the square.

But that’s not the case for the isolated woman with braids.

ah--!

Her mind went blank and she wanted to scream now.

How could there be such an irritating person?

She pointed at Song Lan angrily, "Come out here, I will fight you!"

At this moment, she put aside her reserve and dignity as an archaeologist, and wanted to return to the wild, and engage in an ancient one-on-one ceremony with this man who was not only late but also extremely annoying.

"Go, friend, the God of Life protects you."

"Our spirits are with you."

"Let the cultists see how powerful we are!"

Under the encouragement and push of the crowd, Song Lan stepped out, and the woman with braided braids who was only a few steps away from him took off her high heels, raised her arms, danced in small steps, and assumed a standard boxing posture.

"But before that, I need to confirm one more thing, because the God of Life will never wrongly blame a good person!"

Song Lan raised her arms and silenced the square again, "This cultist has just been calling us 'foolish people'. I hate it when others taint my innocence out of thin air. Can you tolerate this?"

"Can't bear it!"

Citizens responded one after another.

"Then the situation is clear now."

Song Lan bypassed the angry braided woman, walked straight to the tree, and glared at the braided woman, "Now I want to put the messenger down from the tree. If you are a spy of the cult, then I will You must die, but if you do this, everyone will know your true face, and you won’t be able to live!”

"But why are you doing this?"

someone in the crowd asked.

"Because we must defend the reputation of the God of Life and make sure that the people we execute are spies of the cult and not good people!"

While talking, Song Lan used a knife to cut the rope that tied Ricote. The feeling of falling to the ground made the weak Ricote narrow his eyes.

"Little, be careful!"

The first time he woke up, he said, "Some cultists have sneaked in!"

His voice was so angry that people in the square who were ready to witness Song Lan's martyrdom were stunned.

its not right.

If this braided woman was a spy of the cult, then Song Lan should have died suddenly the moment she put down the messenger.

But now Song Lan seems to be fine at all, and there is no sign of the recurrence of the infectious disease.

"Tell us quickly, what did the messenger say?"

The familiar voice came from the crowd again. Before Song Lan came, he seemed to be acting as an opinion leader. Whenever the braided woman raised a rhetorical question, he would fight back.

"The messenger said you are the cultist who got into the crowd!"

The news immediately exploded in the crowd. The citizens stared at the man who shouted in disbelief, and the people around him took a few steps back involuntarily.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face, "Ricotte, it seems that you have saved a life, but Lord "Corruption" asked me to pass on a message to you, all this is just At the beginning, the seeds of suspicion have already-"

The man's voice stopped suddenly because a high heel hit him on the bridge of the nose.

The braided woman was stunned by this scene.

Just now, she clearly saw that annoying man picking up her high heels and throwing them at the man who was shouting like a grenade.

"Quick, everyone come together and beat him up. Don't let the cultists escape!"

After Song Lan gave the order, the citizens in the square woke up from a dream. They swarmed up and started a round of punching and kicking the cultists.

…

When Lu Xiang finished telling the story of Song Lan's broom star physique to "The Void" and got off the hovercar, a vicious security incident had just ended.

She found the dying cultist in the crowd of people who had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces.

According to reliable sources, the fight was planned by Song Lan.

She took the opportunity to give "Nothingness" a look that said nothing.

Any place where Song Lan appears will always be in trouble. This is the danger of the broom star's constitution.

And she also caught up with the conversation between Song Lan and Ricote.

According to Ricote, he met the culprit who created the plague during the destruction of the statue. The other party's goal was to replace the God of Life in the oasis. After angering the other party, the cultists attacked him and He blended into the crowd and hung him on the giant tree that suddenly grew.

This was to allow him to witness the Life God Religion falling apart in front of him, and he would ultimately be unable to save anyone.

The braided woman was the archaeologist who disappeared a few days ago. After the epidemic spread, she understood that the god created by the Oasis Peace Company was a fake. After hearing about Rickett's experience, she began to I rushed to Lute City in a short time, and the dispute that just happened in the square happened.

Realizing that they had almost made a big mistake, the citizens helped the weak Rickett back to the lounge, but at the same time, bad news followed one after another.

The cultists' conspiracy succeeded in other cities one after another. They successfully infiltrated among the survivors and convinced other survivors with the words of martyrs. So far, six people have been sacrificed by the cultists in the form of "sacrifice".

They gouged out the victim's eyes, or took parts of his body as trophies, and posted them ostentatiously in the effigy-burning discussion group.

As for the six people who were not directly blessed by the God of Life, they really died during the ceremony. What's worse is that the cultists took this opportunity to become opinion leaders among the crowd again.

"This is not ignorance."

The archaeologist who heard the news clenched his fists. In fact, these people are not even believers at all. "They are just willing to use the sacrifices of others in exchange for their own survival. As long as they can achieve this goal, they will not be killed at all." It doesn’t matter if it’s God or the devil who hears your wishes!”

…

Everyone was shocked by the sudden news, and no one paid attention to Song Lan who quietly approached the cultist.

The dying cultist opened his mouth like a dead fish, his eyes full of doubts.

Things turned out beyond his expectation.

Even if his identity is exposed, he has countless ways to evacuate, and he can even let Rickett witness how easy it is for them to take the lives of citizens during the evacuation.

But all the plans were ruined by that flying high heel.

After being hit by a high-heeled shoe, his mind went blank, and the power promised to him by the "god" also left him.

Without the blessing, he returned to his identity as an ordinary person.

For the first time in a long time, he felt the fear of death.

Not long after, he heard footsteps and saw the uninvited guest in the square again.

If you think about it carefully, all these changes were caused by this person who appeared out of nowhere.

"W-what do you want to do?"

Even with all his strength, he could only make a very slight sound.

"I told a friend before that when you decide to take action, you must follow the principle of being quick, accurate and ruthless, and don't leave too many witnesses."

The cultist's eyes widened, and he felt as if an invisible hand was pinching his heart, stopping all the sounds he wanted to make.

this person--

The next moment, the cultist's pupils lost their luster.

Song Lan had to bring sad bad news to other survivors.

Because everyone fought too hard just now, the cultist gentleman died of his injuries.

Small theater its two hundred and eighty-six:

Thursday, a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, early morning

As a result of yesterday's special training, Slowpoke's HP +3 and Special Attack +1.

Song Lan ultimately failed to escape the fate of special training.

At the same time, Ye Heron's special training for the baby has begun to bear fruit. Although the baby has not learned to fly yet, she always lies on Ye Heron's back and already likes the feeling of flying.

But while taking the baby for a ride, Ye Lu discovered a problem, so he walked into Song Lan's room early that morning.

"Get up, get up! The sun is going to shine on your butt!"

The chirping sound is like a sparrow waking up early.

Song Lan's eyes opened a crack, "That's impossible, because I've been under the quilt the whole time."

"I have a question for you!"

Ye Lu sat on the floor and put his face in front of Song Lan, "Why is the baby's nickname Yangtao?"

This nickname usually sounds fine, but she immediately felt hungry after calling it a few times last night, so that she was halfway through the flight experience and decided to take her baby to her favorite cold noodle shop.

"This nickname was given to me by Lao Lu Qi. She likes potatoes the most. She said it can bring back happy memories for her."

Song Lan immediately raised objections. Potato sounded very vulgar.

Lu Xiang finally gave in after careful consideration.

"Potato is the bottom line."