My Heroic Life

"In other words, there are more women in our team, and there are only two foreign men. How about Roland?"

Ai Lei first reported her gender composition, and then asked Roland without leaving a trace. The long-haired young man took a sip of soup and said:

"Huh? Is that the case with Ai Lei? My side is half open, but I'm afraid it's going out of balance recently."

"Hey? What does this mean?"

"The newly transferred are two female employees, and the two male employees left. It broke the ratio at once."

"This, that's it."

Ai Lei murmured a little unnaturally, and she wondered whether she should go to Roland's work place to secretly investigate, and see if there are any people who dare not dig into the corner of the underworld.

"But are most of your team women? In that case, it's better not to work too late. Uruk's night security is not good."

Roland listened to Ilei’s words and persuaded me with all my heart. I was afraid that one day Ilei and the "weak" female team were wiped out by the mysterious admirer. The blonde goddess recalled the women in the team, her cheeks twitched. nod.

"Well, we will be careful."

Be careful not to beat those gangsters too fragmented and pollute the streets.

The dinner between Ai Lei and Roland continued in this way, and in the distant East Asian island country, it was just the afternoon.

On the top floor of the Tianshou Pavilion, a woman wearing a blue twelve singles is holding a letter and looking carefully, her peach-colored hair is floating, and three big tails are happily swinging around behind her.

"Migu, you actually changed two people at a time. It seems that there is a big problem with you, but it took so long to come to a letter, which is really too much."

The furry beast ears moved dexterously, and the Japanese ruler named Tamazou Qian pressed the letter to her full chest. She raised her head and looked into the distance, and sighed after a long time.

"Migu, can you only endure this love feeling? Oh, really, I'm so jealous of those two children."

Chapter 29 Why have you changed?woman

Today is the second day that Roland became immortal.

One night later, Roland, who woke up from the bed, raised his hand and picked up the pipe, opened the window and lay on the window frame and looked at the sky speechlessly.

Where do people's sleepiness come from?

Roland often thinks about this problem. Normally, sleep is the act of reducing the burden on the body and entering a state of rest, but for Roland, the sleep of the body and the wakefulness of consciousness are independent of each other.

So the question is, I slept physically for eight hours and listened to the concert for eight hours mentally. Is this rested or not?

Roland is not clear about the specific spiritual theory. Anyway, he is now in good physical condition, but he is very tired and in a state of sleep phobia, especially for opera, soprano, screaming and other sounds, there is a high level. Psychological shadows.

Yesterday, I was passing by an electrical appliance store on the side of the road. The opera soprano shouted out from the speakers. Roland trembled three times in fright. He couldn't stand up even when his legs were soft.

Roland has done some investigations on his own side effect for so many years. According to his speculation, this side effect should have fallen into an unmeasurable place called the imaginary space. This place cannot be reached by normal means, only extremes. A few magicians have the talent to connect that space.

Of course, being talented does not mean that you can go in and out at will. In fact, most of the magicians who can use imaginary number magic, or even all of them, can’t walk through the imaginary space. As for looking for an opportunity to pull Mr. Roland out, it is even more idiotic. Up.

How can I pull it out if I can't find it?Even if you find it, how do you know that Roland is the one pulled out?What if it is a Babylonian singer?

In addition to these, there is another problem, that is, Roland does not know whether the self-help action will affect him, if he finds a cute and charming purple-haired girl and pulls him out of the small black room, he will not be able to return to his soul. , Then it exploded.

The soul and body of ordinary people are inseparable. It would be outrageous for Roland to divide into two parts. Then the consciousness, soul, and body will be divided into three parts?Isn't that funny, real dolls?

I can’t afford to play and dare not play, so Roland accepted his fate. He also thought of a person. I heard that the Knight King of Britain trained during the day when he was a child, and at night he was taught by Merlin in his sleep to learn knowledge. Lord who works non-stop at night.

But what I have to say is that although Altria also studies at night, but what she learned is knowledge, human words, can you let her listen to the beautiful voices all night?

Roland rubbed the pipe in his hand while thinking about some of these. He looked down at this relatively cheap smoking set, and remembered that he had this bad habit because of this side effect, because he really wanted to sleep, but again There is no way to sleep, so I can only stay awake this way.

The tobacco used by Roland in this period is different from usual. Regardless of the fact that it is not used much, it is expensive. They are all precious luxury goods that have been magically processed. A small handful of them has caught up with the same amount of gold. Of course, a penny. A share of goods, although expensive, but the strength is really enough.

"But having said that, it's really not peaceful these days."

Roland looked at the clean and tidy streets in the rich area, and then looked down at the investigation report of the missing persons in the slum. For a while, he had some doubts whether it was in the same area.

If the quiet and elegant villa area in front of you is a delicious cake placed in a cage, then the factory area is a dirty and dry bread, or the kind that fell to the ground and was trampled on, but even so embarrassed In the area, those goddamn mysterious admirers will also greedily reach out their hands, put their dirtier claws up, and eat the flesh and blood of this poor man.

And what Roland usually does is to chop off their rotten paws and feed them to the dogs, so that everyone knows that it is the rubbish bread, which is also part of the Uruk table. It is Uruk’s people to live, and Wus to die. Luke's dead people are all human and civilized things, and it is not the turn of mysterious intervention.

Due to the existence of the heavens, neither the heroic King Gilgamesh nor the female emperor Semiramis can completely tear their faces with the mystery. They are rulers with the blood of gods, but Roland is not, so he not only tears his face, but also Will give people on the road.

This is also his duty.

"Is this line graph kidding?"

Roland took a couple of cigarettes and watched the terminal chattering. The total number of missing persons on the terminal Uruk this month was refreshed, which was 17% higher than last month. This growth rate is just a fool. I know something is wrong.

If he didn't know that this was a quiet and peaceful city, Roland would have thought it was a battlefield or an epidemic area where the disease was rampant. This person would have been too fast.

"There are so many people in a short period of time. It seems that it is not organ trading and human experimentation...Is it a human sacrifice?"

The long-haired young man frowned and was obviously affected by the news sent last night. Speaking of these mysterious admirers, which one of them really had excrement in their brains, as for the reason for saying so... ..

That is their belief.

You said that you a mystery admirer, in Uruk this one-third of acres, you should normally believe in Mesopotamian gods, right?After all, no matter how regrettable Ishtar is, it is also flying over his head every day, not touchable but visible.

But no, the second-hand brains of mystery worshipers obviously do not grow the brain cells of normal people. Among these guys, those who believe in local gods are actually a minority, and more are sects whose beliefs are messy and the main gods don’t even know what they are. .

Simply put, it is a cult.

What an elephant with three arms, an octopus with five paws, as long as it is something Uruk, you can almost find the letter. Roland suspects that he is drawing a Doraemon in a street stall and recruiting teachers. He can buy land and build it next year. Temple sculpture golden body.

However, although the beliefs are very outrageous, the teachings of the cults are much the same. Just like in previous lives, the first is to ask you to pay, and the second is to order you to dedicate yourself. It can only be said that the ravens in the world are as dark as the cults.

There is no explanation for the first point of paying for money, but there are several questions about the second point of dedication, the most common is... ahem, in short, it is something like a prostitute, but This is actually relatively light. Some frenzied cults are even more terrifying. They even allow you to sacrifice a part of your body to express your faith, while some of the most extreme sects sacrifice your life.

Of course, you don’t have to give your life in person, as long as you have a way, you can find someone to replace it. As for whom?That is naturally the wanderers in the factory area.

Human sacrifices, especially large-scale human sacrifices, have always been the key targets of the Uruk Police Station, but in fact they have cracked almost no such cases, and the reason is very simple...can't beat them.

Those who can hold large-scale human sacrifices are the head organizations in the cult. They are the big sects with strong financial resources and even umbrellas behind them. The guys in such groups are usually very powerful and have a brain. Abnormally, the Uruk policeman is also a human being, with his own lives on the one hand and the homeless tramp on the other. There is no need to choose which one is more important than others.

Therefore, the principle of the Uruk Police Station is to encircle and not fight, wait until the cultists are finished, and then start with heavy shields, and helicopters with light and heavy weapons will go in and pick up corpses.

Then came the big news. The police station rushed into the cult base, killing and arresting many criminals. The people listened to the news and applauded, so Uruk spent another peaceful day.

However, in fact, those who were killed and captured were actually the outermost personnel abandoned by the organization.

These situations are probably the daily life of Uruk before the appearance of the Lan team, the daily life that makes the hero king and the female emperor unable to intervene under the might of the sky, and can only sigh.

But since the establishment of the Lan group, everything has changed. The heroes of the Lan group have never compared with those mysterious admirers, and there are no warnings, and their code of action is only three words.

Evil is cut!