Enforcer's Handbook

“God’s people, when this natural disaster strikes, only by uniting as one can we—”

Seeing this, Lu Xiang couldn't help but clenched her fists, but the embarrassment that made her scalp numb still lingered. It wasn't until she pinched her thigh hard that she finally got out of the embarrassment.

No, we can't go on like this.

Not to mention giving an inspiring speech to believers, just reading the speech he generated using the "Sea of ​​Souls" AI, Lu Xiang felt that his future could only be described as darkness. A well-intentioned person recorded the speech and saved it, which will become a dark history in her life.

It seems that the "Sea of ​​Souls" is not omnipotent.

Lu Xiang simply turned off the phone screen and gently rubbed his swollen forehead.

Before this, she had never played the role of a religious leader, but she had caught many fanatical religious elements who intended to subvert the coalition government's rule.

Then she turned around and saw Song Lan sleeping on her shoulder.

The remaining embarrassment suddenly turned into shame - ten minutes ago, this stupid bird had promised to accompany her to screen the speech draft.

Wherever there are Slowbirds, the atmosphere will always develop in a weird direction.

When an unprecedented plague swept across the oasis, this guy was wandering the streets.

When the man behind Oasis Peace Corporation surfaced, the guy accepted Rosalie's remote invitation and started a game of poker.

When they took the hover car to Root City to decide the fate of the oasis, this guy fell asleep directly.

How on earth do you manage to sleep in this situation?

She wanted to question Song Lan like this every time, but so far, every crisis they encountered would end in an almost absurd way.

For example, the man behind the plan who had planned for a long time and accumulated enough power to subvert the coalition government eventually died of a sudden illness - in Song Lan's words, this was the case.

In this world, people die suddenly due to diseases all the time, so why can't they be bad people?

The profession of bad guys has no resistance to disease, and theoretically speaking, in order to subvert the entire country, they often need to make more unimaginable efforts than ordinary people. When everyone is asleep, it is the best time for bad guys to act. Only in this way can they deceive others and realize their ulterior conspiracy.

Therefore, from a medical point of view, bad people usually have chaotic schedules, do not get good rest for a long time, and their mental state is often under high pressure. They have a higher risk of sudden death than the average person.

Song Lan can always put forward a complete and seemingly convincing theory.

These theories can often be linked to the health theory he advocates - he urges everyone, especially public officials in the coalition government, to take good care of their bodies, so that they can kill all the bad guys even if they don't have to do anything.

Hannah is a practitioner of this theory.

Before Lu Xiang left District 17, the people from the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau said desperately that they had not heard from Agent Hannah for two months.

Thinking of these, the boredom gradually disappeared.

The corners of Lu Xiang's mouth raised slightly. She put aside tedious issues such as speeches and concentrated on studying Song Lan's sleeping appearance.

Baby sleep.

This is the health care standard that Song Lan has always advocated, and he can always maintain high-quality sleep at any time and anywhere.

After staring for a long time, Lu Xiang couldn't help but have bad thoughts.

She plucked out a few bangs, held them together, and then inserted the held hair into Song Lan's ear holes.

As expected, Song Lan's brows knitted together, and her head shook slightly with the frequency of her hair twitching.

"Nothingness" saw everything in his eyes, and the apple in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

I felt full without even finishing an apple.

Especially when he thought about it from another perspective, he realized that he had been wandering alone among neutral countries for these years, with only his pillow accompanying him when he was in dire straits.

He didn't get in this car to see this!

"You have changed a lot over the years."

"Nothingness" coughed lightly, looking for something to say. The content of the chat was not important. What was important was to show that there was still an elderly single like him here.

However, his tactful attempts to stop him failed to achieve any results. Lu Xiang intensified his efforts and used his hair to tease Song Lan's ears, then extended it towards the tip of the latter's nose.

Song Lan's closed eyes trembled, and they were about to open several times, but they were unable to overcome the sleepiness.

"You want to say that I wouldn't do such boring things before?"

There was a smile in Lu Xiang's voice. After meeting Song Lan, she had indeed changed a lot. When she was just appointed as the law enforcer in District 17 of Yuandiao District, her only pleasure was to go to places where criminals were active at night. Fishing, and now, she can think of a lot of fun every day to make her life extremely fulfilling.

Such was her current mischief.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

There are also differences in prank skills. When Song Lan slept in on weekends, she would always stick her hair into the other person's ear canal and nostrils, and then Song Lan would fall into a half-asleep and half-awake state.

Her current high is a 37-minute stretch.

The control panel of the hovercar showed that it was still 1 hour and 12 minutes away from Lila to the oasis. She felt that she could challenge the new record.

"His nose is much more sensitive than his ears, so he'll stop it when he's done."

Just when Song Lan's eyes were about to open, the hair fell away from his nostrils, and the eyes that were almost half open closed again.

This moment is close to the limit. If it stays at night for half a second, Song Lan will wake up.

Lu Xiang waited for another two seconds and once again touched his hair to Song Lan's ear.

"Nothingness" was not happy, and his heart felt heavy.

Not only because he was forced to feel full, but also because the Lu Xiang he knew had completely changed. In the past, in the combination of her and Song Lan, Song Lan was responsible for being lazy, and she was responsible for handling business, so that the combination could barely survive, and Now, Lu Xiang couldn't resist the ferocious salted fish virus after all, and started not doing his job with him.

At this point, the last pure land of the upper world has also disappeared.

In comparison, this virus pales in comparison to Song Lan.

"Nothingness" lamented, "You have fallen."

"Fallen? I don't think so."

Lu Xiang said, "This is about finding the happiness that belongs to human beings. Is it the same for you?"

She heard about the various deeds of "Nihility" during Song Lan's daily calls. The current "Nihility" has long lost the majesty of the upper life.

"He also said that when this matter is over, he can introduce you to audition at Kolo Films."

"real or fake?"

Hearing this, "Nothingness"'s eyes really shone.

Although the Chamber of Commerce has strong influence in neutral countries, it does not have a serious film and television company under its umbrella to satisfy his interests.

"real."

"This is a good friend!"

If you are in the upper world, you will never realize the joy of being a human being.

Lu Xiang remembered that Song Lan said that the life forms in the upper world were a group of extremely boring beings, and there was nothing more dangerous than a group of extremely boring people gaining power.

Observing believers and writing their destinies is the most common pastime in the upper world.

This is also recorded in the church's classic book "The Devil and the Unforgivable Man".

The devil said that suffering is meaningless. It is not a test from the gods, but a way for them to have fun.

The devils in the classics are always bewitching believers, trying to subvert the stability of faith.

"I'm happy now and that's important."

"That's exactly what he would say."

"Nothingness" glanced at Song Lan, "Only he has not changed at all after so many years. He has been this kind of person since the day I met him."

Insidious and cunning, like a cancerous existence, this is the upper world's evaluation of Song Lan.

"He has been a human being since the day you met him, and this identity has never changed."

With human thinking, how can we be in tune with the gods?

But every god originally evolved from humans or other creatures, and got lost in the process of chasing power, thus forgetting their own identity.

Although Lu Xiang did not leave any memory of the upper world, everything Song Lan said was played out in front of her every moment. The destruction of the upper world did not stop reincarnation. "Have you heard of the company system?" ?”

"Appreciate further details."

"In the coalition government, the people in charge of companies have become gods in the eyes of people. The trivial details of their lives will become anecdotes and spread among people. Many company people regard it as a lifelong honor to meet the managers."

Just like the believers of the past who longed to hear the whispers from the upper world.

And every decision made by the company's leaders can change the fate of countless people like gods.

The upper world was destroyed, but even if history was buried, some things remained after all.

"Ah sneeze——!"

A loud sneeze interrupted the conversation between the two. He scratched his nose vigorously and hurriedly clarified, "Don't misinterpret my words. I didn't mean it. I don't have any opinions on the company and the council system!"

"Oops, 10 minutes and 27 seconds."

Lu Xiang said angrily, and then looked at Song Lan with innocent eyes, as if he was not the one who raised the dangerous topic just now, "There is still about an hour away, how about you sleep a little longer?"

"No."

Song Lan declined Lu Xiang's kindness.

Blackies have become popular recently, and the oasis is a very special place. He doesn't want to wake up and become an opinion leader or a spiritual rebel inexplicably.

"But 'most of them were originally humans, no different from you and me' were your exact words."

………………………………

At the same time, somewhere in Root City.

When the flames broke through the darkness, the blood on the ground disappeared.

This is the seventh statue that Ricotte has destroyed in this day. The number of infection sources is shocking, and many of them are located in densely populated places. It is no wonder that the virus swept through the oasis almost in the blink of an eye.

The situation in other cities is similar.

However, under his suggestion, immunists in various cities began to take action.

First, they must eliminate as many sources of infection as possible spread across the city.

"Praise the God of Life! We have hope! We just destroyed the fifth statue!"

Another good news came on the phone, but people's celebrations made Rickett's teeth tighten and he clenched his fists.

Only he knew that the location of the statues did not come from the guidance of the God of Life, but that the source of the plague provided him with the locations of many statues.

And since that night, he has never been able to hear the guidance from the God of Life.

But right now, Ricote cannot make his true thoughts known to the public. Only a miracle can unite the people of today's oasis.

"Listen to their praises."

The evil voice came again from the evaporating black smoke, "As long as I want, I can play the role of the God of Life at any time. What a touching sight. Each of them is praising my kindness."

Ricotte activated the flamethrower again.

It was a way to vent his anger, and he knew full well that it wouldn't help.

The blazing flames could not silence the jesting voice, and every time he destroyed a statue, the vicious voice would sound, watching their struggles as if watching a play.

"Ricott, you should reflect on yourself more. If you hadn't made unnecessary actions, these things would not have happened. Not only that, they would also have received gifts from the gods...healing diseases and rebuilding broken limbs. Or even bring back the dead? Isn’t that why those who signed up are here? God’s power can bring blessings or destruction, but you chose the latter.”

The voice paused for a long time and suddenly said, "I suddenly thought of a good idea. You can go up to the bell tower again and confess to everyone what you did. Maybe I will consider stopping this epidemic. "

"Since your power is omnipotent, why do you say this to me?"

"It's a fun game..."

"Because you can't, right?"

Rickett said, "I've heard before that disruptive psychics can twist people's wills and force them to act contrary to their original intentions. If your power is really so powerful, why don't you take action?"

His question caused a long silence in the dark and small space.

"Or follow the methods of the Brotherhood and kill me and let me lie dead on the street. In this way, those who regard me as the god of life will collapse, right?"

Ricotte pondered these questions along the way.

Although the vicious voice had been trying his best to portray himself as having a winning chance, the other party did not take any substantive action until he destroyed the seventh statue.

"The truth is that you can neither bend my will nor take my life."

The silence confirmed Rickett's suspicion.

He turned and walked towards the entrance. There were more statues in the city waiting for him to destroy.

——"If you can't even deal with a mere messenger, how can you be an opponent of the God of Life?"

Thanks to Piccolo Demon King for the 1,000 starting coins!

Small theater its two hundred and eighty-five:

Wednesday, a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, noon

"Lao Lu, I think there is a serious problem with your thinking!"

Song Lan was also a fan of card games. He feels that he now needs to point out his professional understanding, "A character with obvious characteristics like this needs to further specialize its advantages, so the real effort value should be used in special attacks." superior!"

At this time, he was able to come up with his own "meditation training method" naturally.

The way to train his special attack is very simple. Just let him lie on the bed and sleep without being disturbed... and meditate, and the effort value of his special attack will naturally increase.

"I know, but according to the rules of the card game, Slowpoke can perform special training on two of its attributes, so I have already formulated a rigorous training plan."

"...What plan."

"The first step is to exercise your HP's physical strength. After exercising until you are exhausted, you can lie on the bed and focus on your meditation training."

Song Lan coughed slightly and deliberately imitated the mechanical synthesizer voice and said, "Tip: Slowpoke has exceeded the trainer level and there is a chance that it will not listen to the player's commands."

Slowpoke is goofing off.

Slowpoke is thinking about camping.

Slowpoke is playing dumb.

The above are all situations that may actually occur in the battle.

"No." Lu Xiang smiled slightly, "Because Slowpoke is my starting Pokémon."