Release that Witch

Into 0827, Garcia seems to have just taken a bath. The sportswear used for morning exercises has been replaced with a set of red and white martial arts robes. On the cheeks, I can see the rosy water soaked in the hot water; it is inherited with the Wimbledon family. The good appearance, as well as the gray hair of a wet shawl, can't help but feel bright.

"Do you want something to drink?" She shook the cup in her hand.

I remember the first time I went to her house, there was still a kind of indifference on her face that refused to be thousands of miles away... Of course, there is no soft place to go now.

"No, thank you." Roland curiously said, "Do you have a match today?"

“Which athlete you have seen is changing clothes at home? Pre-match insulation is one of the most important preparations for the players.” Garcia poured herself a glass of milk and sat down opposite him. “A shabby movement. The pavilion, the locker room is always necessary - sometimes I really doubt whether your common sense is "eroded" to swallow. ”

"Haha..." Roland covered it with a sly laughter. "I thought the martial artist would be special."

"In the eyes of the public, it is no different from other sports, but the process is more exciting and the bonuses are more generous." She shrugged. "The reason I wear this trial gown is because I need to use the influence of the martial arts." force."

"Oh? Do you shoot an advertisement?"

"I am going to protest!" Garcia did not have a good air. "Do you not read the newspaper? The Sanye Group will dismantle the wall of the North Street today. If we don't stop it, the next goal of the group will be." It must be a package, and your home will become a ruin at the time."

Uh... He almost forgot about this thing, "That... I wish you all the best."

"you--!"

"I am a newcomer who has never played in a game, has zero popularity, and even has no trial robes," Roland said with a regrettable expression. "If you go, it will not work."

“Is things human?” Garcia took a list from the coffee table and photographed him. “Look at the people above, how many are martial artists? They are the bottom residents of the package, but they are still willing to protest with me. If you choose not to speak because you are not famous, then everyone will ignore our existence!"

Looking at Garcia, who is stubborn, Roland can't help but be touched. Whether it is facing the erosion of the outside world or ordinary life, this seemingly indifferent woman is actually more enthusiastic than most people.

Does she have a place to live? Of course not, the background of the big family, the star martial arts, the control of the natural force, no matter which point, she can easily buy a house in the city center. What she did was not for herself, but for other households in this old neighborhood – most of them were ordinary people, with a modest salary every month, but they were able to enjoy the benefits of the surrounding facilities. Once moved to a new area in the suburbs, the quality of life will undoubtedly drop several grades.

Although he knows that these are the illusions associated with the dream world, the residents in the cabinet building are all defeated by Jieluo, but as the world changes to an unknown direction, he is not sure whether his initial thoughts are certain. Correct. The indistinguishable illusion is in no way different from the fact. For example, it is difficult for him to regard the radiant woman in front of her as an illusory empty shell. The longer she stays in her dreams, the stronger it feels.

Anyway, the book has already been brought back, it is regarded as a thank you, it is no problem to go with her.

Just as Roland was ready to promise, a familiar name on the list suddenly caught his eye –

"Barorotsim".

That is the name that is unique to the devil's tenants living in 0510.

In the information of all the households collected by the Tszula witch, this long string of characters is particularly eye-catching, so it is only a glance, and he did not miss this message.

Roland’s heart could not help but jump, and the name of the devil appeared on the list, which meant that it would also leave the building and participate in the protest march with the martial arts house – this seems to be an excellent opportunity to glimpse each other’s memory fragments.

"Cough, I still have someone else in the afternoon... so I can only support you mentally." He opened his gaze and pretended not to see the other person's eyes.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I should exchange the reading rights of the book with this cheering.

But Garcia didn't, she just stood up annoyed. "I should have expected it, telling you that it was a waste of words." After she finished walking into the back room, she took a red book and walked out.

At first, looking at her posture, it seemed that I wanted to put the book in front of him, but in the end I changed it to be a light-hearted one. "This is the book that the master often mentions. Since you got it, you can go!"

Roland flipped the cover down and found that there was no name in the author's column, only the unknown word.

“Nobody knows who wrote this book?”

“Do you know what is still written?” Garcia replied bluntly. “In the many collections of the association, the most famous place is not the content, but the person who wrote the book. I heard that the person died without writing, and the association You can't find any records about him."

"When you write, you die?" Roland groaned. Is this a sudden illness? He still wanted to talk privately with the other party - half a century is not far away, if you are lucky, the author should be still alive. But even if it is dead, there should be no news. At that time, the file system had become popular, not to mention the other party was a martial artist who awakened the power of nature.

There seems to be something wrong with this.

"How, fear?" Garcia sneered. "You shouldn't remember the ghost stories that were cursed. You can rest assured that there is at least no evidence that anyone who has seen it will die, or you will not be referred by me." Become a martial artist. Of course, if you dare not look at it, I will not make fun of you, and will not promote it."

No, you will definitely...

Roland picked up the book and nodded to her. "Thank you."

"Hey." Garcia didn't go too far, no more words.

Returning to 0825 at the fastest speed, Roland locked the door for the first time. The protests only officially started in the afternoon, and he still had hours to satisfy his curiosity.

The title of the book, as Garcia said, is called "The Reason for Being."

The shell was a red kraft paper that was unique to that era, and it seemed to be wrapped in a thin piece of wood, so it looked very solid. Roland originally thought that since it was related to the gods, then the content must be also a god, so that people do not understand it. Unexpectedly, the first page was opened, and his gaze was attracted by the other hand-made beautiful pen.

On the right is a sentence, on the left is a photo or abstract, and there are numbers below. The two correspond to each other very accurately, as if this is not a prediction, but a rigorous paper.

Most of the photos have been yellowed, and the abstracts are basically from newspapers and magazines. Today, when the Internet is popular, it is difficult to see handwritten documents and legends made with scissors glue. The whole book reveals an old-fashioned atmosphere, but the content is unexpectedly smooth and understandable, and there is no sense of separation.

The first sentence at the beginning of the book is that we were deceived by the gods.

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