Sentry said he was from Earth

For this national guide, if the spiritual tentacles have substance, then everywhere he goes must be overwhelming and intricate.

Beiyuan's thoughts suddenly came to the very beginning. He had rarely met his neighbors, and he had the impression that Guan Jue did not often appear in the community, but the day after Wei Zhe lived in, the sentinel happened to start Take a vacation and hardly ever go out again.

Speaking of today's outing, when the three of them were not particularly familiar with each other, Guan Jue insisted on getting into a pair of outposts. Beiyuan originally defined him as a big-hearted person, but now he has to rethink Guan Jue's idea. Motivation for an action.

But to send a sentry next to the country's second-ranked guide, should it be said that Beiyuan was underestimated, or was it part of Guan Jue's plan to even expose himself?

A pheromone that suddenly disappears and then appears suddenly.Guan Jue most likely used the method of covering up the pheromone, trying to hide his specific whereabouts in this short period of time. He thought that erasing the pheromone would only make Beiyuan think that he was too far away to perceive it, but he greatly underestimated Beiyuan The mental tentacles can cover the area.

Bei Yuan had no choice but to blame Guan Jue for the commotion caused by jumping into the sea and committing suicide, but he really had no idea what his purpose was.

After the meal, Guan Jue was not lucky that he had aroused Bei Yuan's suspicion, so he found a reason that sounded funny and quickly left the team.

Almost every restaurant in Linhai District [-] has special food for sentinels. Wei Zhe would rather die than die to stir the tasteless paste with a spoon, "Why don't you get me a bowl of porridge, just boil the rice in water."

"That kind can be done, but the nutrition is not enough." Beiyuan clicked on the communication interface with Hecheng, wanting him to help check Guan Jue's background, but thinking that no matter what he found out, it would not explain the problem, so he had no choice but to give up.

If a normal identity is found out, it is likely to be deliberately faked; it is normal that this person cannot be found at all. Sentinel guides are plentiful.

Sentinels are different from soldiers who fight for the country among civilians. Because of their superior physical fitness, they usually perform some extremely dangerous and confidential tasks. In order to ensure the safety of such special personnel, their identity information is usually encrypted multiple times. Difficult to access.Although Bei Yuan is ranked second among the country's guides and has a noble status, he has not entered the guild to serve after all, and his related contacts are really poor.

"Why isn't rice nutritious enough! The staple food! I'm fed up with rice, or noodles, not your kind of noodle, but flour mixed with water and rolled into a ball..." "Stop." Bei Yuan stretched out She waved her index finger in front of Wei Zhe, "I have studied in Baita for ten years, and the school doesn't teach cooking, so I don't understand what you said."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as I can do it, I can make dumplings and wontons, you know? We must eat them during the Chinese New Year there. All the ingredients are chopped into puree and wrapped in dough, which represents reunion. "

"..." Beiyuan originally wanted to stop Wei Zhe from continuing, but he was really aroused by him. After hesitating for half a second, he decided to follow his heart, "I don't know, very few people in the common people can use chopsticks. Eating rice, it's like a retro fashion, occasionally, but for a dime?"

"Dumplings." Wei Zhe corrected his pronunciation, and at the same time opened his personal terminal to type out the words, "Wonton, it's written like this, to be honest, I have been suspecting that this place is a parallel world to the place where I live, because the language is too Like, but you found the earth again, and even heard our song..."

Beiyuan felt that Wei Zhe didn't need to worry about these things at all. They were not experts in the mysteries of space, and they would not tell anyone about the soul transmigration.

"Dumplings represent reunion?"

"Yes, we Chinese people go home to reunite with their relatives and eat glutinous rice balls and dumplings during Chinese New Year holidays."

Beiyuan asked again: "Is cooking a compulsory course in school?"

"Uh..." Wei Zhe feels that his foodie nature has affected the image of the entire earth, "No, my parents are divorced, I don't cook and I have nothing to eat, and other children of my age can eat ready-made food when they go home. Yes. Our school is divided into three stages: primary, middle and high school, a total of 16 years, mainly learning Chinese, mathematics and foreign languages, and other things such as history, biopolitics and geography.”

When Wei Zhe talked about his parents' divorce, Bei Yuan looked up at him, and didn't listen carefully to the introduction of the school and so on. After Wei Zhe finished speaking, he immediately asked, "When did your parents get divorced?"

"...12 years old, during the winter vacation of the first day of junior high school, the winter was very cold that year, so I remember it quite clearly. I was paid a lot of living expenses, and even no one came to see me. At that time, I had a second-year illness...you may not understand, but it is anyway. I think I am the center of the world, I am independent, everyone is drunk and I am sober, I am my fireworks with different colors. When I eat alone in a restaurant outside, I feel that everyone is looking at me, staring at me, and watching me To talk about me, to say I'm an unwanted child, to talk about it is to laugh at me."

Beiyuan stared at Wei Zhe quietly with his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly with the corners of his lips raised in a wry smile.

"Junior high school doesn't provide accommodation, so I have to settle for dinner by myself. In the beginning, I ate instant noodles, the kind that are deep-fried and can be eaten after soaking in boiling water." Action, "That's really unhealthy, junk food, I ate it for a month and I felt sick when I smelled it, people, the potential is all forced out, in order to survive, I bought vegetables myself and tried to fry them according to the recipe, At the beginning, I scrambled eggs, sometimes salty and sometimes light, and later I was able to cook meat, but I was not very good at washing dishes, and the pot was too greasy, thanks to the fact that I didn’t dislike it at the time.”

A 12-year-old child may not even be able to lift a spatula, and wears an apron that is obviously bigger than a person. Because of long-term consumption of junk food, his cheeks are thin and he is slightly malnourished. Unfinished homework is still spread on the coffee table. The huge living room There was no one there, and there was only a plate of scrambled eggs on the table. The scallions were long and short due to poor knife skills, and the little boy had no one to act like a baby and rely on, so he could only stuff them into his mouth one by one.

"...Sentinel, no matter how miserable your childhood is, it's not the reason why you don't eat white soup." Beiyuan pressed Wei Zhe's hand under Wei Zhe's table to rummage through the civilian menu. No pity! I told you about my miserable childhood, which is unknown to everyone, and I want you to forgive me. If you have the ability, eat it!"

"Why should I eat such an unpalatable thing?"

"..."

"...Forget it, let's go if you don't eat." Beiyuan finally made a concession, and Wei Zhe waited for this sentence. He rushed to the door of the restaurant without waiting for Beiyuan to stand up, "What is there to eat in the night market?" Is there grilled squid, stinky tofu marinated chicken feet, these are all standard at the nightside stalls in the ancient town scenic spot, and there is also potato sausage, just a whole piece of potato on a wooden skewer..."

Wei Zhe rambled excitedly all the way, even the volley track public transport did not catch his attention. What didn't disappoint him was that the night market was indeed very grand and lively, full of people and bustling, and there were temporary small shops on the side of the street. Street vendors, and there are also fixed large shops, oily smoke mixed with the aroma of food coming from afar, Beiyuan held Wei Zhe's hand from a hundred meters away, and the intake of mental power was all regulated by himself.

Normal sentries hate going to crowded places. They have to pay attention to what's in front of them, and they also have to be distracted to adjust their five senses. Wei Zhe is not proficient in controlling his senses. On the beach, he is like a wild dog running wild Can't help it, when he arrived at Beiyuan at the night market, he wanted to lighten his burden, let Wei Zhe feel the benefits of the real world, and forget about spicy chicken online games.

When he entered a crowded place, Wei Zhe suddenly hesitated. He tried to withdraw his hand several times, but Beiyuan was annoyed and directly clasped his five fingers, "Where are you going?"

"No, if we don't go anywhere, it's strange that we just hold hands all the time."

"I heard what you said in your heart, but it's normal for two men to shake hands. You can look at your one o'clock and nine o'clock directions. There are many same-sex couples among ordinary people. Their movements are better than ours. It's more intimate, but no one pays attention at all."

"..." Wei Zhe is used to the left hand side and the right hand side with east, south, north, and south. Hearing Beiyuan's description at first, his mind rolled around and counted the directions clockwise. Wherever he looked, the two men leaned close together, Talking and laughing, and a couple kissing in the crowd.

"... On our planet, homosexuality is not commonplace, and a large part of people can only accept heterosexuality, so..."

"Well." Beiyuan felt Wei Zhe's fingers slowly withdrawing force, and lay meekly in his palm, "History always moves forward with twists and turns and often takes detours. In the White Tower, every guide who graduated would be Mandatory assignment of sentinels, they are not allowed to have their own choices, the sentries choose any guide with suitable spiritual power and compatibility according to their military exploits, if the guide resists, the person in charge of the tower and the white tower will lock the two people in the room, use The drug triggers the binding heat."

Wei Zhe's eyes widened, but Beiyuan had never experienced that era, and what he said was just drops of blood and tears written in the history books, "Later, the guide uprising broke out and was successfully suppressed by the guild three times. The contradictions intensified, and the fourth time finally set off a frenzy of resistance across the entire interstellar world. During that time, many excellent guide heroes emerged. If you are interested, I can send you relevant historical materials."

"No, it's enough to listen to you." [Compared with history, I care more about when I can have supper. 】After thinking about it, Wei Zhe immediately realized that Bei Yuan could hear him, so he simply said cheekily: "I'm hungry, I want to eat!"

But Beiyuan was not as he wished, and led the people around into a small alley. At the end of the alley stood a crumbling broken door. It was so dilapidated that it didn't look like it was open for business, but it looked like it had been ransacked. The inside of the house was very refreshing, but clean. Too much, no one has no goods, the empty solid-colored room, Wei Zhe described it as a high-tech rough room.

The author has something to say: Originally, I didn’t want to write Weishen to be such a foodie. Why did I look back and see that there are more than 20 chapters, and I have been struggling with food? ? ? ?

What is the future of being an Earthling traverser!

It was only when I was reminded that middle school credits for junior high school and high school... there are six years... I counted it as three years