Sentinel to Special Operations Team

The people who were missing disappeared one by one.Feng Zhilan was almost unable to keep up with the time. Her psychological bottom line changed from finding the living person, to finding the remains, and then to finding the relics. The difference between before and after was less than six months.

The life of the retired sentinel was difficult, but fortunately Feng Zhilan was not picky.Once passing by a small town called "Washiao", she heard a beautiful singing, it was a girl who lost her legs singing in front of the grocery store.Feng Zhilan thought she was the owner of the grocery store, so she sang to attract customers, but when she walked in, she realized that they were not the same family.The moment their eyes met, Feng Zhilan recognized that the other party was once a guide, and that weak guiding element slowly penetrated into Feng Zhilan's body.And her singing is her begging tool.

Feng Zhilan gave her unplanned food and credits, and then she ran to the bridge and cried.

What should Long Yi do?She can't even sing.

The clear river water seemed to make it difficult for Feng Zhilan, so he insisted on taking a thorough picture of her ugly appearance, and told her: You are no longer the age at which no one will look at you if you cry casually.

Chang Xing told her that Shi Wei and Sheng Yutong would be back soon.Chang Xing told Feng Zhilan not to run around.But the most useless news came——

In the small village in the west of the alliance, someone sells expensive bionic prosthetic eyes.This news gave Feng Zhilan a different feeling, as if a heart that had turned into steel had been knocked suddenly, she trembled all over, and could hardly sit still.

She hitched a ride and rushed there, only to learn that the prosthetic eye had been bought.As for who bought it?The merchant looked at her with weird eyes, but still kindly pointed her in the direction.

She chased after him for more than half a month, and each time was slightly later than the time of the blue prosthetic eye transaction.The prosthetic eye ended up in a nursing home, where it found its last buyer.

It was a temporary nursing home composed of three or four dilapidated bungalows, which took in people who had suffered the pain of the war.Feng Zhilan stood outside the nursing home, the dark and humid air kept escaping.This is really not a good place to recuperate.

She dared to go in.In the open space behind the first gate of the nursing home, with his back facing Feng Zhilan, there was a person sitting alone.

The man raised a hand, shining with the metallic luster unique to the bionic arm, facing the fountain in the courtyard without stopping.

It's like conducting a performance that will never end.

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The author has something to say:

The full text is over.The writing, which lasted nearly two years, was finally over, and it was [-]:[-] in the morning when I typed the three words of the full text.Although there are still many structural and interesting problems in this novel, for me, with the end of two years of wrestling with bipolar disorder, it can draw a close to this work that has been throughout my treatment process Significance.I wanted to say a lot, but I couldn't say anything.

I won't write any more articles this year. The next book will be "The Gate of Cymbidium spinosa" (two heroines without CP). Please accept "STBH: Special Operations Team" for works of the same type, both of which can be seen in the column.See you next year.

I sincerely hope that all friends who read this are in good health and everything goes well.