Artificial Wizard Growth Log

Three years later.

The battle lines are intertwined between Venus Mercury and Gumen, and the haze of war hangs over the heads of the Federation, which has not yet dissipated.

However, Yongming, the capital, is still very lively. Christmas in 325 is coming soon, and the fine snow is floating down from the dark sky. The Lord's Christmas theme is shining with dazzling lights, and the streets are full of people coming and going, full of laughter and laughter.

There was no one at Sun Life Plaza.

Technology has developed time and time again for hundreds of years. People still make up all kinds of stories with the same fear of death as in the ignorant period. There are even various versions of urban legends on the Internet. Wraiths and heroic spirits are wandering. In thunderstorm weather, they will crawl out of the ground, catch the living and bring them back to the region.

…and not to think that the victims are all buried in suburban cemeteries.

After the rumors intensified, the government erected a bronze statue of the former president in the square.

Ms. Catherine Bacon's brass statue gradually turned black under the wind and rain, and the hydrolyzed electrolyte also made the surface of the bronze statue slightly uneven. Little lanterns are hung on the upper arm of the lady to make it look a little more festive.

It was late at night, and there were very few people in the haunted Yongming Square, most of them passed by in a hurry. There was only one man leaning on the marble base of the bronze statue, puffing away.

The man was wearing a gray windbreaker and a hat. His whole body was wrapped in an airtight manner, and his face under the hat was also obscured by the swirling smoke.

There was a light layer of snowflakes on the shoulders of the windbreaker, making this man who had stood under the bronze statue for a long time look downcast and inconspicuous.

There are many people in the capital who have nothing to do like men.

Although it looks as prosperous as it was three years ago, the impact of the war has been revealed in all aspects. The high war tax has put a lot of pressure on the society, and many small businesses have laid off employees in order to reduce expenses.

More troops are needed on the front lines, but many young adults wander the streets, not working on government dole.

Merchants are desperately trying to get the last bit of money out of the pockets of this group of people. Some people have even used up their monthly rent subsidies and can only sleep on the streets or even rob their homes. According to reports, the security level of the capital has dropped by six in the past year. percentage point.Therefore, when ordinary people encounter single and down-and-out people on the road recently, they generally avoid walking.

There are also various weird organizations appearing in the streets and alleys, the most famous of which is the God of War. At this moment, the man puts a few holographic slogans in his hand, playing nonsense remarks such as "war makes society better" , the man glanced at it and moved aside.

At first the man stood with his back against the base of the bronze statue. After smoking a few cigarettes, his feet seemed numb. After walking around the statue for a few times, he squatted in the shadows. After a few minutes, his movements seemed uncomfortable, and he sat on the ground again. .

Probably because of the quiet surroundings, he fell asleep.

Fortunately, he fell asleep.

An hour later, the capital tower struck the faint bell of midnight.

The fine snow gradually subsided, the temperature rose, and the snow turned into rain, pattering down, splashing a layer of rain and fog on the ground, covering the square.

The sleeping man moved uneasily.

A dozen lights suddenly lit up in the fog.

Pale light with a faint dark blue edge.

The light is a portable flashlight that can be turned into a portable flashlight by intelligently manipulating the light screen to increase the flash. In the standard version, most people in modern times will modify their portable flashlight to highlight their personality. Few people use the standard version of the portable flashlight.

These people gathered in the square in the middle of the night, taking advantage of the rain and fog, seemed not to want others to discover their identities.

The rain and fog thinned as more people entered, and the shadowy cold-colored lights seemed to lower the surrounding temperature a little. The people carrying the lights were all wearing black raincoats, and the brims of the hoods were pulled down to cover their faces. In the rain and fog.

If time goes back seven or eight centuries, this situation is very similar to the black magic ritual gathering in weird legends.

Gathered in the square, they found the man in gray sleeping under the bronze statue.

"Who is this?"

"Who is this?"

"do not know?"

"do not know."

They exchanged in low voices, confirmed that the man in gray was not their own, lowered their voices, and said a certain name as if they were afraid of something.

"Is it 'Nightingale'?"

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"No," said the leader of this group of sneaky people, "those little birds take good care of their feathers, even if they were lurking, they wouldn't let themselves be in such a mess. They're just a vagabond, drive him away."

Someone has a suggestion.

"We can leave this beggar here as a scapegoat."

"What kind of scapegoat?" The leader scolded him, "Is that a sin? What we have done are all correct behaviors that implement the philosophy of my religion, and they are all legal!"

...are you sure?

When the others looked at the leader and their own attire, their hearts were filled with emotion.

But the practice of justifying one's own behavior will reduce people's sense of guilt a lot, and no one disputes the leader's statement.

"Hey, wake up!"

They came forward and shook the homeless man awake.

The homeless man opened his sleepy eyes and was taken aback by this group of strangely dressed people.

"you……"

The men in the black raincoats spoke viciously, and took a step forward after saying a word, "Hurry up?", "Do you know?", "Hurry up!"

The tramp still hasn't figured out what's going on, "No...?"

Click.

The leader took out a gun, and he roughly put the muzzle of the gun against the homeless man's head, poking a red mark.

"Are you going?"

The homeless man was frightened by the murder weapon against his head for a few seconds, got up and ran, and before he could run a few steps, he slipped because of the snow under his feet.

The black raincoats watched the tramp flee in embarrassment, and laughed mockingly.

Irrelevant personnel have been driven away.

The bronze statue of Catherine Bacon stands in the Midnight Square full of malicious laughter, and the colorful lights are flickering, reflecting its stiff and lifeless face, making the woman look full of sympathetic sorrow.The black raincoats looked at each other and took out the tools they had prepared long ago, several buckets of blood-red paint and spray guns.

They brandished spray guns to write on the bronze statues.

【Catherine is a bitch! 】

【Any advocate of peace is a capitulator, and anyone who supports anti-war is a traitor! 】

【Lick your bug daddy's ass eyes! 】

[People raped to death! ! ! 】

A bronze statue as tall as a man was obviously not enough for this group of people, and soon the snow on the square was swept away, and blood-red characters were sprayed on the marble floor.

The words written in blood-red paint are probably unwilling to be looked at by every qualified person, full of malice and despicable clamor, but on this night they occupy the Federation's iconic Sun Life Plaza and continue to expand.

Another group of people rushed over after hearing the news.

The newcomers were not uniformly dressed, but they were all wearing green umbrellas. They were obviously a disciplined organization. The black raincoats and the green umbrellas faced each other through the vast rain and fog. The green umbrellas saw the big red letter on the square and the bronze statue of the former president. The red paint on it almost made me cry.

"War God, how can you insult Madam President like this?"

It turns out that the black raincoats are believers of the God of War Sect.

The black raincoats spoke plausibly: "Insult? Is there anything wrong with what we wrote? What kind of lady president is she?"

"Neither sentence is right!"

"We have called the police, wait to be detained."

The green umbrellas and the black raincoats were scolding each other, and the believers of the God of War Sect had a good time because they knew that the green umbrellas would not do anything.

Because the Green Umbrellas are members of the Greenpeace Association, and the rules of their association, which flaunt pacifism, is not to fight.

A black raincoat sharp-eyed found the homeless man they had chased away before under the green umbrella.

"So it was you who tipped off the news." The black raincoats were gearing up to drag the homeless man over and beat him up.

It can be said that the homeless man who was in trouble, after being driven away by the people of the God of War, met the group of people who would be moved by Greenpeace, and was coerced by "this is a witness" to bring him back to Yongming The square has not yet escaped the control of Greenpeace and is being targeted by the black raincoats. Probably there is no one more unlucky than him.

"I didn't..." The homeless man stammered and defended. The green umbrellas couldn't stop the black raincoat at all. He was surrounded by the black raincoat, while the leader gave him a disdainful look and said, "Let me teach you a lesson."

The green umbrellas began to shout again: "He is an innocent person!", "You are a crime!"

It's a pity that none of the green umbrellas are willing to step forward to rescue the homeless man they harmed.

The security guards who were supposed to be patrolling at Sun Life Plaza went somewhere and haven’t come back yet. The confrontation between the black raincoat and the green umbrella seemed like a farce. The leader in the black raincoat impatiently rubbed his rings, wondering that he was arranged in the Greenpeace meeting Why hasn't the undercover agent started yet?

Yes, undercover.

This is a drama with a script, but the extras have not been rehearsed.

The leader and his undercover subordinates had a very good idea. He would go undercover as a cerebrate latent person, undercover at the so-called pacifist Greenpeace meeting, and then, in the conflict, come out undercover and attack the War God religion that supports war as its main purpose. .

How to be attacked without casualties is a matter of performance skills, but once Greenpeace is found to have members controlled by cerebrates, then the so-called pacifists can almost be judged by public opinion as capitulators.

But... what about undercover?

The leader looked around for his subordinates, and finally found him behind the green umbrellas.

Mr. Undercover looked a little uncomfortable. His face was pale and his eyes protruded strangely, just like the cerebrate latent period in the government propaganda film.

Nice makeup, thought the leader.

He didn't realize that the danger was approaching, but when he saw the undercover stepping forward, he secretly revealed a gap to make it easier for the undercover to approach.

Only five meters away.

The undercover gentleman who moved stiffly took out the dagger.

The people from Greenpeace were taken aback, "Johnson, what are you doing?"

The undercover agent named Johnson turned a deaf ear and rushed towards the leader.

The colored lights on the bronze statue flickered, and the light shone on the tip of the dagger. The leader watched the undercover subordinate rushing over, and a chill rushed from his back to his brain.

That killing intent was genuine, not fake.

He thought in a cold sweat, Johnson used to be so good at acting?

The leader wanted to avoid it, but his legs trembled and he couldn't move.

Just when he thought he was really going to die, a figure suddenly appeared and kicked Johnson five or six meters away with his long legs.

It's the bum.

But he didn't look like a bum at all.

The man in gray took off his hat, revealing a pair of green eyes with cold eyes.

"Lesson [-] Nightingale," he called out the light screen to prove his identity, and took out the handcuffs, "Mr. Wang, you are suspected of organizing an illegal assembly and slander, and you have too close contact with the government's confirmed cerebral worm incubation period, please come with me. "