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Ci Li was in a terrible mood.

It should have been a good day at work. He was an important part of a mobile military court, responsible for judging those who violated military regulations.

The cases in the wasteland were not difficult, and Tseri did not even need to use torture. It had been nearly three days since he had peeled off a person's skin tissue, and his nails had become much cleaner and smoother.

According to Tsiri's plan, he could have a good sleep in the military base here and give his red hair a good beauty treatment.

People nowadays do not regard red hair as a symbol of barbarity and ignorance like ancient people did. On the contrary, many people believe that red hair represents passion, heroism and vitality.

Of Cialis' 18 brothers and sisters, he was the only one to inherit his mother's vibrant red hair.

But now, his red hair still smelled of unwashed conditioner, and the wax hair removal on his chest was only 81% complete. He was forced to "escort" these four cars of rebellious teenagers in the middle of the night to send all these guys to the base where Lorraine was stationed.

"This is terrible, this is terrible," Tsiri was extremely dissatisfied. "Such a beautiful night, and it's his vacation time, shouldn't he be making love with his young and beautiful wife? Why did he come here? After so many years, hasn't his workaholic habit changed?"

Song Xu's golden hair was all blown up: "They're divorced! - You are not allowed to mention Ivy with such words, you have to respect her privacy."

"Such words? What words? Were you born from a culture dish? Or did your parents give birth to you through mitosis?" Tsiri's voice was full of sarcasm. "Golden retriever, are you their extramarital child? Protecting them like this... Humph, a refugee from District 23, a... lowly and dirty black boy. You can only blame that face for being too deceptive, which makes you all think he is really a noble."

Song Xu said, "What are you talking about?"

"Forget it," Tsiri rolled his eyes at the roof of the car and said unhappily, "I knew that all the beauties with blond hair and blue eyes have no brains - OK, OK, don't look at people with that kind of eyes. I'll give you a piece of advice. When you meet Asher, you'd better shut your mouth and don't mention Lorraine's ex-wife Ivy at all - if you want her to live a healthy and safe life."

The name Asher is a familiar one.

There are currently two parties competing for the governing seat in the First District. Asher is one of the important leaders of the Liberal Party, and Song Xu's family are also members of the Liberal Party. In last year's party election, Song Xu's parents called on them to vote for Asher, hoping that Asher could become the leader of the Liberal Party.

Unfortunately, there were only three votes missing.

As long as Asher is successfully elected, given the current popularity of the Liberal Party, there is a high probability that he will become the head of the next first district government.

Song Xu doesn't care about politics. He is the only one who communicates and talks with Lorraine. Now he is taken hostage in Ci Li's car.

His only impression of Asher was his conservative hair style that had never changed for thousands of years, dyed white, and the mysterious hair wax that could keep his hair from moving even in a force seven gale.

Oh, and there are some not-so-savory stories about Axel.

Song Xu asked Ci Li cautiously: "Does he like Ivy?"

Ci Li was speechless.

"His only daughter, Anya, the one you saw as the news anchor on the first district TV, who later joined the army and was known for her friendliness and courage - the one who used her body to block the assassin's bullets for Asher and successfully fought back," said Tseri. "She always wanted to marry Lorraine."

Song Xu opened his mouth in shock.

"What else?" Tsiri said, "Don't you think it's strange that you haven't seen her on TV in the past three years?"

Song Xu said: "It's not strange, because I haven't watched TV in the past three years."

The redhead in Ci Li became even angrier.

"Because she joined the army, signed up for it!" said Tsirri. "Politicians are a bunch of ruthless old foxes. Asher has always had high hopes for her... Anya spent three years in a military camp in the wasteland... If it weren't for Lorraine's current position, how do you think Asher would treat him and Anya?"

"... Ivy doesn't have to marry Lorraine," Song Xu said, "Your tone is very unfriendly. It sounds like Lorraine was forced to choose Ivy as a shield and rejected Asher and Anya. That's not the case! Ivy is not a tool to be used. You don't know how lucky Lorraine is..."

"You really have the mindset of a middle school boy," Tsri sneered. He changed into a looser shirt to make his chest muscles less noticeable, and put on a military jacket properly. He said, "In short, guys who use their power to force others are not good people. Don't mention Ivy, and it's best not to let Asher know that she is here... Also, Lorraine is really lucky. I thought he would stay in the sewer as a stinky rat for the rest of his life."

Song Xu said: "He is my best teacher."

Ci Li stared at the screen recorder in the car, too lazy to argue with the child.

He was not worried that Lorraine would be retaliated against by Asher. In fact, it was not the first time that Asher had targeted Lorraine. He had privately asked Tsirri to provide information about Lorraine's violations many times.

Compared with Asher, who played political tricks, he was able to stand out from the army and reach this position step by step without any support by relying on the identity of "Rollin Hector". This was definitely not because of "luck" or "fearlessness"...

What's more, when he saw Lorraine-Cyril for the first time, Cieri knew that this guy from the dark area was different from others.

Her body was so thin that the bones at the joints could be seen more clearly. She was wearing tattered clothes picked up from a trash can that simply covered her body. She had long black curly hair that could not be trimmed and hung to her waist. She had gloomy eyes with heterochromia, and her right eye faintly glowed with a deep, dark green emerald glow.

This beautiful color of iris can be sold for a good price on the black market, and along with his flexible hands and legs, thick long black curly hair, his facial data can even be sold to beauty salons, and there will be many people willing to pay to buy the template of this face.

Such a young man, without any support and less than fourteen years old, could live in the dark area with all his limbs intact and in good health, and he didn't even have a flea on his body, which proved that he was a good fighter.

When good friend Rowling told Cyril about this analysis, Cyril scoffed at it, thinking that Cyril was just lucky.

After all, when they met, Cyril was eating a dry, dark bread, eating it so fast that it got stuck in his throat. Without clean, sterile water, he used a broken glass to collect rainwater, filled it up, and drank it all in one gulp.

Before leaving, Cirrier maliciously threw a stone into Cyril's cup.

The fragile and broken cup shattered with a sound, and the entire bottom of the cup fell off. The gloomy young man Cyril silently stuffed the dry bread into his mouth, holding the broken pieces of the glass and ready to cut Ci's throat -

He almost died there.

Killed by a Dark Zone thug who was much thinner than him and looked severely malnourished.

Later, this dirty boy broke a leg for some reason, so he crudely grafted a broken limb of a bionic man; Rowling needed a martial arts sparring partner, chose Cyril, and brought him back to the first district... Later, these passionate teenagers with good families and ideals for mankind formed Iris, spontaneously raised funds, sorted out equipment, and started a formal adventure in the wasteland.

They surveyed every corner of the wasteland, rescued humans left behind in the wilderness, collected specimens of new plants and animals, and tested whether the environment was suitable for ordinary people to survive...

Cieli still has a grudge against Cyril, but the damn guy has excellent learning ability.

Cirie had just mocked Cyril for only speaking German and English. Within a year, Cyril was already able to communicate fluently in all official languages. Cirie mocked him for being “illiterate” and having no knowledge of “literary knowledge” and always failing in this area. Three months later, Cyril’s literature scores surpassed Cirie’s and he was among the top ten in the class. Cirie also mocked his manners, accent, way of dealing with people, tone, aesthetics…

Cyril changed in such an incredible way that even Cyril could no longer find fault with him.

He has amazing talent.

But, what's the use of pretending to be Rowling?

Tsiri thought with a broken heart that Luo Lin's generosity towards his friends was something that Luo Lin would never be able to learn...

The cold wind blew across the silent desert, and the tumbleweed wrapped in debris was like a small house, running forward. That year, on a night with the same cold wind and tumbleweed, Tsiri went against the cold wind to look for the little girl that Lorraine had brought back, and only returned to the meeting point when he was exhausted, but he could not wait for his friend.

It was not until the next day that Ci Li learned that Lorraine had encountered a trap during the search and lost a leg, while both Lorraine and Xin Lan had their heads cut off; Draven drove Lorraine to the army's medical department, but encountered a car accident on the way to the meeting point to pick up Ci Li.

It was Luo Lin who killed Luo Lin and Xin Lan.

But he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt, and even for so many years, he had been using Luo Lin's identity and past experiences to make a living... this bastard!!!

Ci Li's fist slammed heavily on the car. At the same time, the safari car stopped. Song Xu jumped up in shock, rubbed his eyes, and stammered: "Yu...Brother Yu Mo?"

Ci Li leaned forward.

He saw two military vehicles stopped ahead and checked the license plates. They belonged to the leaders of the Liberal Party.

Yu Mo, with long hair as silver as moonlight and a white windbreaker, stood quietly on the beach under the moonlight, like a clean shell that had floated from the bottom of the sea to the shallow beach, or like the legendary mermaid who would cause large ships to run aground.

Yu Mo smiled and reached out to the car, blocking it.

His voice is as ethereal, pleasant and gentle as the song of a siren.

"Sorry," Yu Mo said, "something has happened. An elderly man in the car ahead of us has a heart attack, but the medical kit in the car doesn't have all the medicines... It's urgent. Could you lend us your car's first aid kit for the time being?"

Song Xu's eyes almost popped out: "Brother Yu Mo?! Why are you here?"

"Because Lorraine is jealous..." Yu Mo was helpless, sounding like an innocent baby who was suddenly kicked out of the cradle. "Well, I don't have time to reminisce with you now. Mr. Asher's heart can't hold on any longer..."

The situation was so urgent that Song Xu hesitated for a moment and quietly put down the sedative in his hand.

...After Yu Mo rescues Asher, Song Xu thought, he should listen to Lorraine and inject him with a sedative.

...After all, it is a human life.

Ci Li followed Yu Mo into the car. Asher's condition was very bad. He was getting old, and the weather in the desert had become more and more extreme in recent years. Yu Mo skillfully took the medicine and gave it to Asher, and then prepared the potion according to his symptoms...

During this process, Anya, a woman with short brown hair and calm eyes, who was standing next to Asher, was communicating with Asher in a low voice.

She stood up and thanked Yu Mo. She was very tall, nearly 1.8 meters tall. Her skin was a light wheat color due to years of military training. She was healthy and full of energy, and her eyes were firm. Anya, who had won the title of "Most Popular Host" for two consecutive years, had experienced three years of military life and had become a more mature and stable beauty.

Anya stayed there until Asher's breathing became steady.

As she left, she called out to Ci Li.

Tsiri said, "If you want to ask about Hector, I'm sorry, I can't provide you with anything. You should know that I hate him so much that I want him to go to hell."

"Not Lorraine," Anya said flatly. "I want to know about the little girl he married, the one nine years younger than him - what was her name? Alice? Emily?"

Ci Li was really glad that Songxu was not here.

Otherwise, the other party would definitely jump out and accuse Anya of disrespecting Ivy for the sake of so-called "dignity" and why she couldn't even remember her name.

"...I don't remember clearly," said Tsiri. "It's not important. You know, it's just a simple genetic match... It's no big deal. I met her once. She was a gray-haired girl. There was nothing special about her. She was just pretty."

Anya said: "Lorraine doesn't care about looks, I heard - he likes mature and sexy female warriors, doesn't he?"

"Uh..." Ci Li said, "That little girl has nothing to do with these adjectives... immature, not sexy, in short, just an ordinary civilian, not worth your special visit."

"She didn't meet Lorraine's standards at all, but he gave up his principles and chose to get married?" Anya said, "Your wording made me realize the problem... He really fell in love with her, right? Only love can make him give up his standards for choosing a partner."

"If it was because of love, Lorraine would not have divorced her!" Tsiri said, "It's really nothing, you——"

Anya touched her little finger and took off the ring on it.

"Divorced?" Anya said. "Can you call Lorraine now? I want to see him—"

"Don't say 'no'," Anya raised her hand and put the pinky ring into Ci Li's mouth, "unless you want your sister to lose the host position she just got."

No signal.

Still no signal.

Ivy tried three times but couldn't get in touch with Yu Mo.

It's not just Yu Mo. There is no communication signal deep in the underground city. There is no living person in this empty and weird shopping mall. Only the amusement facilities are open as usual.

What was even more terrifying was that the passage they came from was once again filled with red laser rays. Ivy tried to throw a stone out and watched helplessly as the stone was cut into four pieces, which then shattered and fell to the ground.

There is no return.

Ivy clearly felt the weight of these four words.

She told Lorraine everything that had happened to her, and the androids who looked and figured exactly like Lorraine, and even deliberately imitated Lorraine's tone.

Lorraine also showed unexpected calmness.

"That's good," he said. "Your brain is finally working as it should."

"I'm smart, okay?" Ivy stressed, "Don't always describe me with those stupid-sounding animals. Maybe you underestimate my ability."

"Yes, at critical moments, someone still relies on this to identify me," Lorraine said, "If I praise you now as a 'smart and good kid' and a 'brave little girl', what will you do?"

Ivy said honestly: "I will stab it first and see the blood."

Lorraine laughed.

Ivy found that his psychological quality was really beyond that of ordinary people. Now the situation was so urgent that they might be stuck here, but Lorraine could still laugh out loud.

She said, "You wouldn't compliment me like that outside of bed."

This time, Lorraine didn't answer.

Under his dark military uniform jacket, a blood-stained shirt was hidden. The wound caused by the sharp blade had temporarily stopped bleeding. The palm-sized wound did not injure the fascia, but it had deeply cut through a layer of flesh.

There are more mechanisms and traps here than in Yu Mo's "memory chip".

Ivy had no doubts about Yu Mo's whereabouts, and she did not mention Yu Mo on her own initiative, which was good.

"...Why don't you doubt my identity?" Ivy asked, "Isn't there an android pretending to be me to assassinate you? You're not afraid, am I also fake?"

"I have eyes and brains," Lorraine said methodically, "There's no other guy like you in the world."

Ivy said, "May I take it that you mean 'You are unique in my eyes'? Or, 'You are the most special being'?"

"Don't be so conceited," Lorraine said, "You are truly the only narcissistic girl like you among the people I know."

Ivy shouted, "Your name shouldn't be 'loring', it should be 'boring' - 'bo-ring'!"

Lorraine leaned over, examining the controls of the merry-go-round.

The merry-go-round was still singing that scary nursery rhyme: “The baby is crying for mommy, and the bird on the tree is laughing hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

After a few mechanical sounds, Lorraine successfully turned off the music. He moved the joystick and turned off the entire Trojan horse movement system.

Ivy asked, "Do you still know how to do this?"

"I've done odd jobs before and controlled similar mechanical parks," Lorraine didn't want to talk more and asked, "So who do you think is more interesting? Song Xu? Song Feng? Or Xin Lan?"

"Secretly," Ivy said, "I refuse to judge my friends."

"Friend?" Lorraine raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about me? Am I your friend?"

"Of course not," Ivy turned around, "You are the teacher."

She noticed that under the largest carousel, a wooden gangway was slowly lowered, one section at a time, in an ancient way, slowly reaching the ground.

Ivy yelled: "Teacher——"

"Don't scream so loudly," Lorraine covered her lips, "I know you have a good lung capacity. You have demonstrated it to me countless times alone...Okay, calm down and follow me."

Ivy asked, "Can't I go in front of you?"

"No," Lorraine refused, frowning, "I don't have the habit of using students as shields."

Ivy said, "It's not safe to be behind you. Think about it, if someone attacks from behind, I will become your human shield, right?"

"That makes sense," Lorraine praised her, and smiled coldly, "Do you want to ride on my neck?"

"Forget it," Ivy said, "Someone up there might pull me up at any time, just like the ghosts in horror movies who like to squat on the beams..."

"In your opinion," Lorraine said calmly, "the only safe place seems to be under the moon. Do you need me to tie you around my waist? Careful little Ivy."

"That's not necessary..." Ivy shook her head frantically and took a step back, "...I'd better just follow you."

Lorraine said nothing, and calmly took off his military belt; his action frightened Ivy, and she shouted: "Really? I was just joking, do you have to spank me with it?"

"Nonsense," General Lorraine opened the metal buckle of his belt and took out a small pill from a hidden place inside, "Take it."

Ivy didn't understand: "What is this?"

"It's a fast-acting drug," Lorraine said without further explanation. "As long as you have a breath left, it can ensure that your body's vital organs function normally; no matter how serious the injury is, it can last for another two to three days."

Ivy suddenly understood what he meant.

This secret medicine, like that expensive hemostatic agent, should be only available to high-ranking military officers who are often on the dangerous front lines.

It must be precious.

Because Lorraine also only has one.

It's like the elixir in Eastern mythology that can prolong life for three days.

Lorraine lowered her eyes and looked at Ivy's body, as if she was trying to find a place to store the life-saving pill. It had to be hidden and safe enough to avoid being lost during movement; it also had to be convenient and easy to find so that she could use it in an emergency.

Ivy didn't have a belt, and her pants were always the right size.

"…I'm wearing the underwear my mom bought me," Ivy volunteered. "She likes to buy me the ones with the little zipper pockets on the front."

"I know," Lorraine said. "You also put a little bank card in it, and I have to take it out manually every time I do laundry. Thank you for proving your kindergarten status again."

Ivy: “Uh…”

"The zipper is too complicated," Lorraine refused. "Is there any other place?"

Ivy was worried that he would stuff the pill into her pussy, after all, this seemed to be the only perfect spot left.

She quickly thought of another safe place.

"There's a small pocket on the outside of my bra, but it's very small," Ivy said hesitantly. "Anemia can sometimes cause hypoglycemia, so my mother taught me to put a piece of candy in it."

She has made it a habit.

Lorraine asked, "Can I see it?"

"Of course."

Ivy unbuttoned her jacket and shirt and showed the small pocket to Lorraine. It was located right next to her heart, and as she said, it was indeed very small, at least much smaller than the small pocket for bank cards that Lorraine had seen.

Lorraine had difficulty putting a finger in.

He took off his gloves, revealing a pair of extremely bony hands. The scars and blue veins were clearly exposed to Ivy's sight. She licked her dry lips and suddenly found that her breathing was unstable.

The pure cotton material is comfortable enough, but also fragile enough. Just putting a finger in it will tighten the cotton thread at the edge of the pocket, so tight that it seems like it will be completely torn and untied. The thin cotton cloth is pulled to a whitish color, and it seems that if you use more force, it will be completely damaged and rotten.

Lorraine's fingertips pressed against the hard candy, which was a fruit hard candy, round in shape. He was not sure if it was the packaging or the design of the candy itself, but his rough fingertips felt a small hole in the middle of the candy.

"Teacher," Ivy asked carefully, "can you take it out?"

"Well," Lorraine said calmly, "don't move. I don't want to damage it."

Ivy stopped talking immediately.

She nervously felt Lorraine's fingers flexing, moving slowly, and finally hooking the candy out of the poor little pocket; this feeling of worrying that the cotton thread would tear at any time was too horrible, and Ivy wanted to find something to talk about.

She asked: "If there was an android who looked exactly like me and didn't speak, could you tell it apart?"

"Of course I can," Lorraine slowly took out the coconut candy, "I can smell you."

Ivy was stunned.

The edge of the enlarged pocket clung to Lorraine's fingers. He had already taken out the fruit candy completely and stuffed the wax-coated pill back into Ivy's pocket. Lorraine lowered his eyes and looked at her: "You smell different from others."

Ivy looked up: "What's the difference?"

The sports bra wrapped her up very well, revealing a lot of bright white at her collarbone and belly button. She always felt that the atmosphere was a little ambiguous at the moment, but her thirst for knowledge and curiosity made Ivy still ask aloud, and she was a little worried: "Is it because I sweat a lot? Does it smell more sweaty?"

She stared at the candy in Lorraine's hand. Would this piece of candy, which had been pressed against her chest for a long time, also be stained with sweat?

Lorraine peeled off the sugar coating easily with two fingers.

He put the candy with Ivy's body temperature into his mouth, and his Adam's apple moved. He said calmly, "It's not sweat, it tastes like coconut."

"You smell like this candy."