mayfly era

Chen Li took a bite of the burrito, this kind of solid bread was the food he used to eat most often.The familiar taste reaches the brain from the tip of the tongue, and the memories are slowly revived.

It's been the fourth year they've been anchored in Central City, and the days of roaming the world have gradually been forgotten, and they've been placed in a dusty empty room in their brains.

Chen Li remembers that when the counterrevolutionary chose to trade freedom for stability, some people opposed him, and some people left because of it, but more people chose to believe in him, or attached to him.

And his decision has been the talk and joke among colleagues for a long time.

They all boarded this precarious ship because of the rebellion, and have never looked back since then, supporting him as the leader.He is terrible as a lover, but as a leader, a guide, he is an unborn genius.

Chen Li ate the burrito twice, wrapped another one casually, pressed the fold and stuffed it into his mouth, and took a bite.He doesn't like to recall the past, he throws these memories out of his mind and pulls himself back to reality forcefully.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the pipe, and found that the pipe was staring at him without blinking.

"Look at me for dinner." Chen Li said lightly.

"Don't tell me, it's delicious." The smoking gun teased.

"Then don't eat it." Chen Li took a piece of barbecue from the smoking gun's plate, and then gave it to Typhoid.

"Hey, you!" Smoker's reaction was much later than usual, with an aggrieved expression on his face, his hands covering his plate, where there was still a piece of fish left.

Chen Li was amused by his dazed way of guarding the food, grabbed the last bit of minced meat from the oven, wrapped a cake and stuffed it into the smoking gun.

After all, they were a group of tall and strong men, and the food on the table was quickly wiped out.

The leftovers were cold and the wine was fragrant. They talked and laughed and made jokes. Even though their faces and hair colors were different, it was like a family gathering.

Fan Ge yawned, his gray eyes were foggy, he drank some wine, his whole person looked lazy and leisurely, his words and deeds were not elegant, but always had a bit of extravagance.

Chen Li briefly explained what happened at the Taolitian fire scene, and then briefly explained the conversation between Yan Qianba and Que He.During this period, Fan Ge nodded frequently, and after speaking, Fan Ge said to Song Guang, "Things are almost as expected, now we just need to figure out the purpose of Young Master Mei and his means of driving those faceless people."

"Master Mei and the underground city, we need to figure out the connection between the two as soon as possible." Chen Li said.

"Assuming that the person you saw that day was Master Mei, that day can be used as a node, and I don't think it is difficult to find the connection." Fange said.

"What kind of monsters are born in the dungeon." Smoker propped his head and sighed.

"I'll go down for a while." Chen Li stood up and was about to leave.

"Come back!" Fan Ge yelled at Chen Li.

Song Guang said to Chen Li, "You and Lao Yan go back to rest, and I will go."

"You are not allowed to go either." Fan Ge rarely spoke to Song Guang in such an orderly tone.

"Without my permission, no one can go to the dungeon," Fange stood up, his laziness disappeared without a trace, his demeanor looked up to the sky, but his tone was gentle, "Go back to rest today."

The next day was a rare fine weather.The strong wind blew away the heavy clouds that had accumulated on the zenith, and the transparent sunlight shone down, bringing some warmth to the central city.

When Chen Li left the base, Black Soul handcuffed the pipe in the infirmary with lightning speed, and Chen Li couldn't help applauding the skill of the former military doctor.

Yan Qiang's face turned pale and his head was downcast. Chen Li knew that it was not only because of his injury, but also that he really needed some time to adjust.

It has been two days since the fire in Daolitian, and various social platforms on the Internet are still arguing about it.

Li never used the Internet before, at most he glanced at the social news section while reading the battle report.Social news emerges in an endless stream every day, and the explosive media information has long numb most people, and rarely arouses widespread public opinion.

However, the live broadcast of the Taoli Tian Fire seems to have ignited something else, something hidden in the grand momentum, changing silently.

Chen Li has always been very sensitive to danger, but this time it was another indescribable feeling, maybe it was not a crisis that came directly, but it made him a little uncomfortable.

He went to a bar and found the single-winged butterfly in a dark alley.This butterfly has not appeared for a while, I don't know what kind of wind and rain it has experienced.

Bar Street looks a little deserted during the day, the street has just been roughly cleaned, and it is still dirty.

Where there are people, there is garbage, and there is no place where it is not applicable.

Chen Li stepped on the dirty ground expressionlessly, and walked up to the external fire escape of his shop. The original combination lock door had already been replaced by a key lock by him, and the lock cylinder had been worn very smooth.

Suddenly, some pictures flashed past, and an unprecedented idea sprouted in his mind.

At that time, he didn't want to think about it deeply. He still remembered the scar on T's leg that day, as if it had been neatly scraped by a piece of metal.

A sheet of metal, or perhaps the five fingers of a robotic hand.

Traces and objects gradually overlapped in his brain.

If that's what he thought, it wasn't just the hunter he had carelessly hired who sneaked into his bar that day, but also the man with a mechanical arm.The two planned to play t together, but the manipulator left early, probably to take away the collected things, so the bong was quickly targeted by the merchant.

So--

If they didn't do anything to t at that time, would they have quickly pursued this matter, and then fell into the trap that had been carefully laid?

He recalled the young master Mei he met at the entrance of the bar that day, he was a polite and handsome young man, when he peeled off this layer of skin, what kind of scarlet was inside.

Chen Li was silent for a few seconds in front of the door, then he turned and left the bar.

"This gentleman." A girl in a black skirt and white collar blocked his way. It was a young girl with a timid expression on her face, holding a small white statue in her hand.

"Are you going to sell it to me?" Chen Li asked.

The little girl trembled all over, "No, yes, it is to bless you."

Chen Li shook his head, trying to make his voice sound gentle, "No, it can't protect me, I will protect myself."

"The Goddess of Humanity is a benevolent god. She does not receive merit, but loves everyone in the world equally..."

"Even a sinner?"

The girl froze for a moment, she nodded vigorously, her face was full of piety and longing, "Even sinners will be equally loved by the goddess. The goddess believes that everyone in this world will be purified and return to their true nature. That is pure whiteness." A soft ball of light."

"A god who doesn't distinguish between good and evil is still a god?" Chen Yue said lightly.

The girl's hand holding the statue suddenly curled back to her chest, her expression became a little ferocious, but it was very thin, like a puppy with bared teeth, without any deterrent force.

She raised her voice and her voice became sharp, "I won't allow you to slander my goddess! You hateful..."

The girl's lips moved a few times, as if she couldn't find an insulting word to describe Chen Li, and finally gave up cursing, her eyes were shining brightly, and her eye sockets were flushed.

"Little girl, it is best to find some kind-hearted people when you are preaching." Chen Li took out a card coin from his wallet and put it in the girl's hand, walked around the girl, and left here.

The girl was holding the statue and coins in her hand blankly, looking at the back of Chen Li as she left.

The wind blows his hair, which is as black as thick ink, and his back is straight and straight, extraordinarily sharp, like an unsheathed sword.

"But I think you seem like a good person." The girl murmured.

Chen Li walked through the block where Bar Street was located, and in front of him was the widest river west of the central city.

He leaned against the transparent fence wall, looking at the polluted river water, which was a faint blue color similar to absinthe.

Perhaps the children born today will think that Jiang He is originally this color, and they are deprived of the right to recognize the original appearance of the world. I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

At this time, he received a message from Typhoid, which was a news link, the title was drawn up to be extraordinarily sensational, Typhoid is definitely not someone who is idle to share anecdotes, Chen Yue clicked on it.

"The old rich businessman died violently, and the maid who witnessed everything was frightened crazy." The news article is very long, and it is more like an urban ghost story than news.

The boundaries of communication studies have long been blurred by marketing studies, how to stimulate novelty and how to write.These days, only the battle reports issued by the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs still strictly abide by the format of the old news.

Chen Li continued to read patiently, and only after reading the second half of the article did his expression change a bit.

"The maid was talking nonsense. She actually said that the rich businessman was killed by a naked man with no facial features, and the weapon was his fingers! She must have been frightened crazy, and she also said that she seemed to be in a daze. I don't know whether it is a memory or a hallucination in my head... The case is still under investigation, please stay calm, the truth will eventually come to light."

Chen Li found the counter-reform on the rc channel, and asked, "Not moving?"

Fan Ge quickly replied, "Until you figure it out, don't move."

Chen Li understands the concerns of the counter-revolutionary, and before facing the unknown enemy, any rash action will be fatal.

Master Mei's goal seems to have begun to shift, so what is his goal?Before, the logic of his behavior was called cold and meticulous, and he shouldn't suddenly become a lunatic who slaughtered indiscriminately.

Chen Li sent another message to Shanghan, only four words, "Novel live broadcast".

Typhoid sent him a picture, which happened to be a familiar face.

The man in the photo was very thin and looked haggard and exhausted. He was the "teacher" who was chatting with "Wu Yidao" in his bar that day.

"The author's real identity is this person. The signal that day was cut in by the equipment of the Taolitian. There is also an operation node in the middle, but it has been completely destroyed and cannot be traced." A simple description is attached under the picture.

"What's his relationship with Young Master Mei?" Chen Li asked.

"There is no relationship on the surface." Typhoid replied.

"Where is this person?"

Typhoid sent a coordinate, "His address, I heard that he rarely goes out."

Xiangrong Lane slum.

Why would a bestselling author live in a ghetto?