Cyber ​​Fantasy: Dragon Elves and Mortals

After that, another three or four days passed.

When Russell came home from get off work and opened the door, he heard the sound of the TV in his home.

He quietly walked over with a little vigilance, and saw a figure that was already a little too familiar, lying on his sofa in a familiar manner.

Bad Day was holding an open bag of potato chips in his hand, with a cold Coke next to him. There was also a bag of prunes that had just been opened and had only been eaten in two bites on the table.

Next to it was a TV that Russell rarely turned on once every half month. It was showing a variety show featuring the newly debuted idol group "Cola Flavored Gummies".

The only advantage is that he didn't step directly on Russell's sofa at home——

Although Bad Day didn't take off his shoes, there was about a finger's width of space between his feet and the sofa.He just stepped into the void, but his back sank deeply into the soft sofa.

"Oh, you're back."

He said it very naturally without looking back at the bad days.

"You talk like this is your home."

Russell sighed.

He walked to the single sofa next to him, sat down, took a sip of Coke.

"Just here?"

From the temperature of the coke, Russell judged that the time to enter the door on a bad day should be within 10 minutes.

"uh-huh."

Bad Day is noncommittal.

He handed the potato chips to Russell: "Would you like some?"

"No need. I'm a potato pie person, I don't eat potato chips."

After Russell refused, he raised his eyebrows and realized something: "Have you started bringing your own snacks?"

"The main thing is that your refrigerator is full of desserts. Whether it's cake, pudding or cheese tart, it doesn't taste good with Coke."

Bad Ri added a piece of potato chips to his mouth and said vaguely: "It feels like those desserts are not so sweet with Coke. Sure enough, it would be better to go with Coke or something greasy like fried chicken and potato chips..." Will I bring you potato wedges next time?”

"You already brought your own snacks, can't you bring another bottle of Coke?"

"No."

Bad Day immediately answered: "The free Coke at my friend's house is much better than the one I bought."

Russell squatted on the narrow single sofa, huddled up inside, and asked lazily: "I asked you to investigate before?"

"really."

Bad Ri nodded: "I also checked some other things..."

He suddenly turned over and sat up, looked at Russell with a subtle smile: "Barber, right? Godfather, right?"

"...Please don't mention that. It's a shame for you to say that."

Russell sighed helplessly.

"I think it's pretty good. At least the task has been exceeded, right?"

Bad Ri shrugged, stuffed himself with Hua Mei, and took another sip of Coke: "And it just so happened that the deer-headed statue also mentioned it before. She said that your title in the Tower of Babel cannot use ultramarine.

"There are very few people who use this title. Except for your admirers and black fans, basically no one takes this name... so there is a certain risk of revealing your identity."

"so?"

"Your code name in the Tower of Babel is Barber. I think this name is quite good... Hair is the thread of trouble. A barber is the person who eradicates trouble."

"Actually, what I mean is, someone who can approach the opponent with a sharp blade without being alerted..."

"Is that the barber?"

Bad Ri was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and couldn't help complaining: "That must be the barber."

"One meaning - barber sounds nicer and more elegant. Barber sounds like he's going to chop off people's heads."

"But as far as I know, it is indeed the case."

Bad Ri said with a smile: "Didn't you chop off that little Liuli's head?

"During the hanging, didn't you also shoot the head off?"

"...Why do you seem to know everything?"

Russell frowned: "There aren't any cameras in the lower city."

"what."

When Bad Day heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He stretched out two fingers that had become greasy after pinching potato chips, and pointed them at his eyes: "Since I can cut people accurately through the wall, how can I not be able to see through the wall?"

"...What exactly is your spiritual power? It can levitate, pass through walls, and see through walls. Are you selling hangings?"

"I won't tell you the name. You just need to know that it has something to do with distance."

Bad Ri said, handing over the dried prunes: "Would you like a sip? This is a secret from my family. Drinking Coke with the prunes in your mouth will taste better."

Russell didn't refuse.

Curiously, she took Hua Mei in her mouth and took a sip of coke.

Then I almost choked on Hua Mei.

Seeing this, Bad Day laughed.

After laughing, under Russell's angry gaze, his expression turned serious for a moment: "Seriously, don't use your own codename directly, but use the codename of your incarnation... This is also to block the curse. .”

no doubt.

What he is talking about now is exactly about the murder of Alice.

"Have you locked onto that person?"

After hearing what he cared about, Russell became more energetic: "What do you mean...didn't you kill it?"

"Not only found it."

Bad Day said meaningfully: "And it's quite smooth."

"You mean..."

Russell mused.

"A close confidant of Director Kamalser. At least it is certain that the incident is directly related to him."

"That's pretty good."

Hearing this, Russell smiled: "Kill two birds with one stone."

Does this mean that helping others means helping yourself?

At first, he just wanted to help his friends free themselves from the shackles of fate, but he didn't expect that there was also his own hatred...

"Since it has something to do with Director Camarse..."

Russell suddenly thought of something: "So, do we need to hold back then?"

"What are you thinking about? There is no room for mercy."

Bad Day sneered: "I told you in advance just to prevent this kind of situation. If you find out later, you may have wild thoughts and delay things.

"You're still too young, barber. I found out his identity, but I didn't kill the guy directly, just to avoid alerting the enemy.

"What about the specific plan to kill the elves?"

Russell asked curiously: "How will you prevent him from being reborn?"

"It cannot be stopped. If the rebirth of the elves could be prevented, their rule would have been destroyed long ago on earth."

Bad Day couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Please be clear! What we really want to do is to make Kamalse unable to remember that it was us after he was reborn - or that it was you who killed him."

"What about it?"

"I won't tell you the details yet. Our plan will be implemented at the end of the month. You remember to arrange a full day of free time then. The day is for preparation and the night is for execution... No matter what, it must be in place before eight o'clock in the evening."

"The end of this month? Does it include the last day from 24:[-] to [-]:[-]?"

"Yes."

Bad Day nodded.

He looked out the window at the setting sun, his gaze becoming profound.

"I'm a little bit excited too, I can't wait."