Enforcer's Handbook

When Hurliface's vision became clear again, she couldn't help but gasp.

The strong light above her head made her couldn't help but cover her eyes with her arms. At this moment, her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and the smell of putridity and decay penetrated her nose.

She was just lying on a table, and the radiation seemed to be penetrating into her body from her skin. The exit to escape from this place was more than ten meters away from her. For a child less than ten years old, This is an insurmountable distance.

Hriphis quickly understood his situation.

She and her friends left the town, and while they were exploring the outpost together, someone suddenly pushed her from behind.

When I woke up again, I was in this place.

But……

What happened during this period?

She felt that she had had a long dream. In the dream, she founded the Lunar Eclipse Cult and became the archbishop of the third neutral country; she also dreamed of the ceremony called the Ending Ceremony. Finally, a strong consciousness that came from nowhere penetrated her brain, and her body began to expand rapidly, turning into a monster that even she could not recognize.

But then, Heliface knew that it was not a dream.

Because she predicted what happened next - almost at the same time as there was a touch under her feet, she retracted her legs to the table. What touched her calves was a highly decomposed corpse, and there were still Wearing a century-old military uniform, he hid in the outpost before the nuclear bomb arrived.

Hriphis curled up on the table. This time, there was no fear in her eyes. She looked at the body with only half of it left, and the head that was so rotten that the outline could no longer be seen, and her heart was filled with anticipation.

After a while, with a soft pop sound, the mutant under the table stopped moving.

A man wearing a black suit and carrying a briefcase kicked the mutant aside and straightened his tie.

The man claimed to be an ordinary office worker.

But ordinary office workers won't show up in this place, right?

Hriphis raised her neck and stared at the man.

The direction of the conversation and her memory changed, which made her understand her current situation. She asked, Is this the dream, or the world after death?

The Lunar Eclipse Cult and the Rite of the End all happened in real life, and these were the few parts she retained in her memory.

No.

The man shook his head, You're not dead yet.

Then why am I here?

Because you forgot something important, you have to come back here and remember the most important thing.

Um?

Hriphis was a little confused.

What did I say to you the last time you saw me?

You said you were not a god, just an office worker who happened to be passing by.

That was a statement that only children under ten years old would believe, but it is different now. She has experienced many things and became the archbishop of the Lunar Eclipse Sect. The believers say that nothing can blind the archbishop's insight, This You lied to me.

I did not lie to you.

The man shook his head, Maybe this is a coincidence of fate.

destiny?

Hriphis frowned because she suddenly remembered the follow-up content of the conversation between them, which was once a little girl's question to the person who saved her.

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, Then, will we meet again?

She asked the same question again, because she suddenly realized that maybe the back she saw at the end of the festival was not an illusion. This office worker who came from nowhere fulfilled their agreement.

When you are in danger again, maybe fate will arrange for us to meet again.

This was the last agreement a man made with her.

If you have enough faith, fate will bring us together again.

…………………………

call--!

The scalding heat of the hot sand pulled Hriphis back to reality. She stood up suddenly and found that she was still in this desolate and barren world.

All the flesh and blood creations disappeared at some point, and those strong consciousnesses were also expelled from her brain, allowing her to clearly see the original appearance of the world for the first time - such as the commander of the first army of the Barossa Group. He has not turned into a deformed body. He is currently wearing a dark golden exoskeleton armor and sitting on the hot sand with a sense of loss.

He also survived the festival and seemed to have gone through the same process as himself.

Where did that man go?

Hriphis looked around and asked anxiously.

have no idea.

The mechanical synthesized sound covered up his emotions very well, allowing him to temporarily maintain his cold and ruthless image. He tried to figure out the identity of the office worker countless times, but in the end he found nothing. He seemed to be born in nothingness, but he couldn't. And it really exists.

Moreover, he fulfilled his past agreement.

Take me out of here, I have more important work to do.

After a long time, the commander of the first army stood up and said.

This war is far from over. They have just gotten rid of the imprint left by the upper consciousness on their bodies, and those consciousnesses that exist in the upper world are still peeping at the world from unknown places.

Perhaps, next time, fate will not bring the other party to them again.

…

Replacing one consciousness imprint with another.

Walking on the way out of the mine, the whispers appeared in the depths of Song Lan's mind again, and his tone seemed to be mixed with the sullen anger at the destruction of the festival, It is meaningless to do this, they are still puppets controlled by fate. You just turned the person who manipulated them into you, there is no difference between you and me.”

Everything you said is right.

Song Lan responded to the whisper.

This shows that there is no deviation in his understanding of destiny. When he planted an idea deep in the consciousness of Hriphis and the commander of the First Army, their destiny also changed. The side effect is that the imprint of the consciousness aggregate can no longer transform them into aberration structures.

However, even he didn't know where his changed destiny would lead.

You will reap the consequences, you will eventually reap the consequences!

The consciousness aggregate didn't seem to expect that Song Lan would agree with him. This indifferent attitude made it even more angry. In its view, this was tantamount to snatching toys from him.

The chatter in his mind became manic and furious, and for a moment it seemed like thousands of people were repeating the same words to him.

OK.

Song Lan's attitude remained the same, Then come and chop me.

…

The endless chatter stopped at the same time.

Everything returns to silence.

The only sounds left were his and Lu Xiang's footsteps walking under the night sky.

Small theater its eighty-five:

Tuesday, a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, noon.

Anfiya's child once again achieved excellent results in school. Song Lan was invited to participate in the parent-teacher conference held by the school. In core cities, parent-teacher conferences are often large-scale social events, and the children who can be sent to these schools are basically older children. The son of a company or a big family.

No matter how many times she has been here, it is difficult for Song Lan to get used to the cocktail party-like atmosphere of parent-teacher conferences.

And ever since he met Anfiya, this little girl has been pulling on his arm, clinging to him like a follower and not going anywhere.

What are you doing?

Song Lan felt a little uncomfortable being watched by Anfiya. He didn't like such large social places. He originally wanted to find a corner to have a drink by himself.

Recently, Lu Xiang has developed many new tricks. He finally found a valid reason to sneak out for a night, but Anfiya's haunting way made him couldn't help but think of Lu Xiang, as the head of the intelligence department. , Lu Xiang can always take the concept of elusiveness to the extreme.

The leader assigned the task.

Anfiya coughed lightly and reported in a formulaic tone, The leader asked me to keep an eye on you at the parent-teacher meeting. If you have any intimate behavior with the opposite sex, you must report it to him in time.

How is it possible? Am I that kind of person?

of course not.

That's alright. Don't hang around here. Go and play with your friends.

But you are the kind of person who wanders around on the street after the parent-teacher conference, deliberately delaying going home!

Anfiya said plausibly, So the leader asked me to report to her as soon as you go out!