I just want to be a regular writer

Fernando no longer had the previous humility and flattery on his face, and he pulled a chair and sat down and raised his legs.

Seeing his reflection on the glass window at the moment, Fernando felt a little disgusting again, so he looked at the location of the surveillance.This surveillance is obviously not used to monitor Polbo, but to visit people.

It is a pity that the viewing window in the Polbo room is too big, and the monitoring seems to have deliberately avoided the Polbo, so this monitor seems a bit redundant.

I probably didn't expect anyone to dare to do anything here.

Fernando calmly adjusted his sitting posture and turned his head slightly to ensure that the surveillance could not capture his face.

Afterwards, he took off the face monster.

"Just a few small questions, please cooperate."

"You!..." Polbo stood up abruptly and knocked over the small coffee table with fruits on the side.

It was at this moment that an imperceptible, golden arrow-shaped light penetrated the viewing window, and the tip of the arrow plunged accurately into Polbo's neck and then disappeared.

He seemed to want to do something, but the ferocious and angry expression did not stay on his face for long.

As if persuaded by something intangible, Polbo lowered his eyes and said in a steady tone: "Ask what?"

"Risa Fukada." Fernando did not look down at him, but played with the pendant on his jeans.

"Risa Fukada?" Polbo seemed to be ready to know everything, frowned and said: "There are too many things about her, what do you want to know?"

"The Egyptian incident, and...'Daydream'."

"What about Egypt? Which one?" Polbo laughed, seeming to recall: "Risa Fukada did a lot in Egypt."

It also makes sense.

Fernando nodded when he heard the words and detailed the question: "About Camille, about Fernando."

"Ah! You mean Fernando!" Polbo suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixedly looking at Fernando: "I remember him, a good boy, and the boss likes him quite a bit."

Fernando curled his lips, it was not uncommon for the so-called BOSS to like it.

"It's nothing special." Polbo didn't need to respond, and said, "The kid stretched his hand too far, and he has to pay a price. The BOSS deliberately wanted to recruit him into the group, but unfortunately, he Ignorant."

Not this paragraph.

Fernando waved his hand. "What I want to ask is, what arrow do you want Fernando to find? That arrow is special?"

He remembered that Azusa Sasaki also had that kind of arrow.

"Ah, it's special. I have it too. You should have seen it yesterday?" Polbo followed Fernando's words and said, "But it's different. The objects and uses are different."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know exactly." Polbo shrugged and took a banana in his hand.

"Don't you know?" Fernando raised his eyebrows slightly and skipped the question.

He knew very well that it was impossible for Polbo to lie to him now.

Then the next question.

"What about'Daydream'? What is its ability?" Fernando asked several questions in a row: "Can the changes it bring about can be reversed?"

"what!"

Polbo seemed to have heard some joke and sneered: "The name is'Daydream', but once it takes shape, it becomes an absolute reality."

"Have you met Risa Fukada?" The person who asked the question became Polbo: "You know she won't die if you meet her, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Daydream, daydream!" Polbo patted his frightened thigh, and the meat and meat collided with a crisp, "pop": "She can be parasitic in a daydream, just like a daydream in another I don’t know anything that’s too specific. After all, no one can talk about life-saving skills everywhere, right?"

Fernando frowned: "Then isn't she..."

"Invincible?"

Polpo answered, smiling and asked: "You want to say that Risa Fukada is invincible in this way? Even if daydreaming is not too lethal."

"It's not like that." Polbo smiled and waved, as if he and Fernando had not seen each other for many years, and he wanted to talk about it until dark: "She was loyal to the BOSS for a period of time, during that time she had no secrets ."

"The old people in the organization know it, and it's not a secret. In the words of your young people, what is it called? It's..." Polbo said here, lowering his head to meditate.

After a long while, he patted his thigh and said, "CD! Yes! CD! Daydreams have a cooling time, like a game skill. I remember...108 hours! Yes, 108 hours. Counting from her "resurrection"."

"That is to say, after 108 hours, can she use Daydreaming again? Will she avoid any circumstances other than natural death?" Fernando asked, counting time in his mind.

He and Azusa Sasaki will contact him regularly, and of course he knows that Risa Fukada has come out again.

If you calculate carefully...

Only two days away!

"Tsk!"

Fernando stood up and brought down the chair behind him.

The wooden chair fell to the ground and let out a "Boom!" He asked: "The last question, the name of the boss, what it looks like."

"I don't know." Polbo answered the question almost immediately: "No one has seen the BOSS. We have special contact information. Tobio will help convey things that cannot be delivered by mail."

"Tobio?"

"Yes, it's a half-year-old kid, 17...18 years old." Polbo frowned in response.

"Any photos?"

"No, not many people have seen him." Polbo made a gesture: "It's about this high, with red hair, it looks good."

Why is it still babbling after so many years.

Fernando was a little impatient, and after looking at the time, he asked: "What else?"

"Other...no more." Polbo answered every question.

"Really..." Fernando replied, thinking slightly.

——Very well, there are no more questions to ask.

He raised his hand and tapped on the window, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you almost living enough? Huh?" After finishing speaking, Fernando turned and left without waiting for Polbo to respond.

Without doing anything to waste time, Fernando walked straight out of the prison, then turned into the alley and took out his mobile phone.