After arriving in Area 25, Lance looked at the distant high wall with a shocked expression on his face.

Lance also thought about what the high walls cast by humans look like. In Lance's vision, the high walls that humans can make must be just a high point of concrete.

But now I saw how shocking the high wall was.

People stand under the corner like a little ant.

Lance, who has a keen hearing, can hear the waves of the sea behind the wall and the rumbling of the waves hitting the cliff.

Is it so close to the sea?

"Behind the wall is the sea."

The captain didn't know that Lance was surprised that he was separated by a wall from the sea.

Their team of five people just walked under the high wall.

Seeing Lance stopped and kept looking up at this wall, the captain thought Lance lived in the league and had never seen such a scene, so he explained appropriately:

"This high wall can actually only block a small sea monster. If the big guy in the Sunset Bay comes up, it may take a while, it will climb the high wall and come in."

Does it mean Quirrell?

Lance thought about Quirrell's eighteen tentacles, and exclaimed, if Quirrell hadn't had a psychological shadow on going ashore, the wall in front of him would be a piece of cake for Quirrell, and it was nothing.

After watching the famous landmark "High Wall" in Area 25, Lance continued to patrol with the team.

Sure enough, District 25 is different from District 19. When the two districts are compared, people have to sigh that the world is unfair.

Although the people in District 19 are not as good as those in the rich district, at least most people have a job that can support themselves and their families. Therefore, the 19 districts are fairly organized, but in the 25 districts, Lance only feels it. A word--

"Messy."

This is synonymous with poverty and chaos.

Just following the patrol in the squad, Lance had seen thieves a dozen times, gathered three times for fights, and once chased and killed adulterers.

This is simply a crime paradise.

After some inspections, Lance felt tired.

"Lance, I heard you are in District 25."

The captain finally remembered Lance’s identity information, and he looked at Lance in surprise.

"Why don't you say it straight?"

Lance: "..."

Say what? What should I do if I show up after I said it?

Huang Mao stabbed the captain's elbow at this time and motioned him to shut up.

There is nothing good about being born here, Huang Mao felt that he could even understand Lance's concealment.

"Yo, isn't this my brother?"

The five-person squad was winking at each other. When everyone switched off the channel to communicate, at some point, one of them came up to kill Matt.

All five people looked at killing Matt.

Although the place is messy and the sheriff is in vain, the people here will somewhat converge after seeing the reserve soldiers, and they rarely see people who come up directly for questioning.

Lance looked at Kill Matt in front of him, his eyes confused.

Who is this person?

Killing Matt smiled meaningfully at Lance, and then he stepped forward, especially the brothers put their arms on Lance's shoulders, and they were about to turn into a small alley around Lance:

"Why, don't you go home with your brother and have a look?"

Lance was stunned by this "brother".

Who is this person? Why do you want to do this?

In a place invisible to the rest of the team, the killer squeezed Lance's face without a trace and said:

"So tender... Tsk, my name is Wright, I'm the brother of'Lance', if you don't want others to be suspicious, you'd better be my brother."

Lance blinked.

"Who are you?"

The squad leader was the first to react. He stepped forward and brought Lance back to avoid Lance going astray. At the same time, he warned this one to kill Matt.

"We are now on the mission, Lance is my team member and must not leave the team without authorization."

"Alright alright."

Killing Matt and doing good, he let Lance go and said to several players,

"That's it for today. Hey, Lance, if you have time, remember to come and see your brother."

After speaking, the green-haired killer smiled at Lance and walked into the alley next to him with a grin.

Everyone watched the killer Matt leave.

After Killing Matt left, the captain asked with lingering fear:

"Is he really your brother?"

Lance glanced at his arm subconsciously, where an identity chip was injected not long ago.

He hesitated for a while and said:

"Probably so."

"That person is not a good person at first sight."

The captain didn’t hear Lance’s voice very hesitant, he was still filling Lance’s righteous indignation.

"Is he really your biological brother? You didn't join the reserve just to leave him, did you?"

Seeing Lance's silence, the captain made up a big show on his own--

It must be that Lance didn't want to sink here with his brother, so he tried his best to leave here, wanting to truly get rid of his original miserable life experience by participating in the reserve army.

But thanks to God's will, and going round and round, Lance returned here in the end, maybe he would be threatened by his brother.

Lance was silent for a while and said:

"If the mission is over, we will go back."

Although I thought the whole thing was strange, Lance didn't want the rest to mix up.

The captain glanced at each other and stopped talking about this issue.

Upright officials can hardly break housework, and they are not good at pointing fingers at Lance's housework.

After the patrol mission for the day was completed today, Lance did not return directly to Wen Yu's dormitory.

First of all, because he was still arguing with Wen Yu, he had thought about it, whether it was Wencer, Wen Yu, or the weird Weir, why should he take a step back every time he had an awkwardness?

He wanted to see, if he didn't take a step back this time, what would Wen Yu do?

If Wen Yu does nothing...this kind of man, it is better not to.

Secondly, Lance understood that the other party was coming at him.

He wanted to know what he wanted to do to kill Matt.

Lance walked to the small alley where he had met Killer Matt before, and happened to see Killer Matt leaning against the wall, smoking there.

The white smoke was lingering, the orange sunset fell, killing Matt's thin body was leaning against the wall with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet. I don't know how long he waited here.

Lance couldn't see the expression of killing Matt, but he could see a trace of loneliness from the side of the person in front of him.

Maybe it's an illusion.

"Yo, brother."

Killing Matt saw Lance coming, and he immediately returned to his previous cynical appearance. He stood up from the wall with force and squeezed out the cigarette in his hand by the way.

Lance blushed, and finally said:

"Let's talk."

"Of course I have to talk, my brother."

Killing Matt one of his younger brother, he motioned to Lance to come over, apparently pinched Lance to come back to him.

"Let's go home, good, good, yes, and have a talk."

Lance pursed his lips, and finally followed Kill Matt.

After killing Matt, Lance crossed the alley and entered the slum.

When Lance and the others patrolled, they mainly walked on the street.

No matter how poor District 25 is, it can barely be seen on the street, but after killing Matt and stepping into the slum, the only fig leaf was lifted off to show Lance the truth. District 25-

The wanton filthy water, large and small containerized houses, all kinds of wires in the sky, sometimes mixed with pieces of clothes.

People passing by in the alleys have different expressions, some of them are ragged and skinny, and they are addicts at first glance;

Some hooked their backs and walked past Lance's two people, their eyes rolling steadily.

Lance even wondered whether the people living here could see the sun.

"Okay, don't look at it."

Killing Matt looked back at Lance, pointed to a dilapidated hut in front of him, and said,

"Our home is almost here."

Lance looked in the direction the killer was pointing, only to see the broken iron stairs and a broken hut above.

The entire "home" is rusty, which makes Lance very doubtful that if it rains here, the hut will directly flow yellow rusty water on the ground.

Half an hour later, Lance knelt down beside the coffee table in the hut, with a chipped porcelain cup beside him.

He raised his head, and from the hole in the upper left corner, he could see the clothes fluttering like colorful flags outside.

"You are quite bold."

Killing Matt sat on the opposite side of Lance with a grin. He threw a few leaves into his cup, then took a sip and made an expression of intoxication.

There are no chairs here, so if you want to sit, you can only sit cross-legged on the ground.

The hut is only fifty square meters, and clothes and all kinds of trash are randomly discarded on the ground.

There are furniture in the house, but at first glance, it is known that the furniture was picked up from the garbage dump. It has either missing arms or missing legs.

The only thing that can be seen is probably a Simmons in the corner of the room, with a blanket on it.

"How do you know that I am'Lance'?"

Lance asked directly.

Killing Matt glanced at Lance in surprise, and he took another sip of the liquid in the cup, with a mouthful of unspeakable taste:

"Okay, you, just ask. I find that I like you now. Your straightforward look is much better than his twists and turns."

Lance raised his eyebrows.

Interesting, the person in front of him does not seem to be very malicious towards him.

Lance looked around for a while, and found nothing like photos.

There is only a trace of the life of one person in the whole house.

"As for me, be straightforward."

Killing Matt looked at Lance up and down. It was obvious that he was bewildered by Lance's exquisite appearance, thinking that the person opposite was a particularly easy-to-solve person.

"The identity you used, once belonged to my brother, if I go to report, you say, what will happen to you?"

"is it?"

Lance smiled, he had guessed it a long time ago.

"what do you want?"

"Not much, just one million."

Kill Matt said,

"In a few days, the review team will come to review, one million, hush money, I will definitely give you a good word."

Lance tilted his head and said:

"But, I don't have a million."

"Come less. You can buy one in the black market at least tens of millions. Since you bought a chip, how could you not have a few millions."

Kill Matt took out a knife from his arms and put it on the table, showing that it was a threat.

"If you don't have it...well, let me see, your face can sell for millions in the black market at least."

"Why are you sure that the review team will come to review me?"

Lance was not in a hurry, he had known from the previous challenge between the reserve soldiers and Wen Yu, he was almost a crushing existence for ordinary people.

And the level of crushing also implies any conspiracy and tricks, which can be ignored for Lance.

What's more, Lance was very curious about killing Matt:

"I guess... the request of'Lance' is for you to kill me without knowing it, so you just bargain with me like this? Does he know?"

Even if the other party is a killer, how can a killer run to the target task, tell the target task that you are going to die, and then let the target task auction the price with the employer?

Is there no professional ethics?

Kill Matt with a "pouch" laugh:

"Why can't I bargain with you?"

"okay then."

Lance shrugged and said,

"Just tell the review team and let them check it down. In the end, is it me or your brother?"

Killing Matt's eyes suddenly changed.

In fact, it is not difficult to think about it.

In the eyes of Killing Matt, Lance can obtain an identity chip and enter the reserve corps. What does that mean?

It shows that he has a background and money in his family, so Kill Matt wants to cheat a sum of money from Lance.

But if the review team knows that there is a problem with Lance’s identity, follow the vine and touch the real "Lance"...

Killing Matt's brother, but no background.

One with a background, and one without background, in the end, who will be punished, the result is self-evident.

The next second, Killing Matt suddenly violent, he picked up the knife on the table, and quickly slashed towards Lance's neck—

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

There was a scream in the rusty hut.

...

Lance returned to Wen Yu's dormitory as usual.

As soon as the door opened, Lance saw Wen Yu sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Wen Yu's face was very bad, and he looked at Lance blankly, like a door god.

Lance blinked, he walked in, put his helmet down, and greeted the turtle on the coffee table:

"I am back."

[Back—coming—now—just—well—you—you—small—two—mouth—no—to—cold—war—ah—]

The sea turtle is soaking in a transparent box, not forgetting to be a gold medal mediator.

Wen Yu ignored the turtle's words and asked:

"What did you do today? It was three hours late to get home."

Lance sat on the sofa, took out a small bag from his waist, took out a small fish from it, and fed the turtle:

"you guess?"

Wen Yu: "..."

【De-rails—Is it——】

Turtles add fuel to the fire while eating fish.

Lance shook his hand and almost poured the whole bag of small fish in.

"And me?"

Wen Yu asked suddenly, his tone was a bit wronged.

"I haven't eaten yet."

During this period of time, although Wen Yu did not need to eat, for the sake of the little fun between the two, he always waited at home for Lance to come back, then cooked with Lance, and finally ate together.

If it is not that he doesn't want to pierce the last layer of vest, Wen Yu even wants to play a kitchen py with Lance in the kitchen.

"There are nutritional supplements in the refrigerator, so solve it by yourself."

Lance was very ruthless,

"You are just my sir, and now is my off-duty time."

Unless you admit that you are Winser, he can do whatever he wants after get off work.

Wen Yu opened his mouth, unable to say anything in the end, and finally sulked secretly.

[He—only—is—committed—of—one—one—year—light—of—fish—both—could—of—of—wrong—, You-want-learn-know-pack-capacity-]

Turtles kindly comforted the sympathy and kept arching fire,

【No——Just——Yes——Green——Cap——Sub——Is——]

Wen Yu: "..."

What green is green? Cuckold yourself, is it a cuckold?

"It's better for us to keep our distance until you make it clear who and who are who and who."

Lance said,

"I came back today to look at the turtles and pack my luggage by the way. Sir, it would be better for me to go back to the dormitory."

After speaking, Lance stood up and walked into the room. When he came out of the bedroom, he was dragging his small suitcase.

At this time, Wen Yu panicked. He quickly stood up and hugged Lance to prevent him from going outside:

"Don't go... what should you do if you show your tail?"

Lance grumbled:

"Let's reveal it, I'll sell myself and forget it, and I can pay you back by the way."

"I don't allow it!"

Wen Yu was anxious, what calm and self-sufficient, what resourcefulness, all was left behind by him. Now he is like a kindergarten kid, hugging Lance's waist, feeling extremely wronged.

"You can only show me your tail, and you can only sing to me."

After speaking, Wen Yu carried Lance regardless, and walked towards the bedroom in a stride.

"boom--"

The bedroom door was closed.

There was the sound of fighting inside, and within a short while, the sound of fighting disappeared.

After being quiet for a while, there was a weak whimper of the mermaid in the bedroom, and after a while, the whimper turned into a cry.

The turtle was clawing beside the box, two Doudou eyes looking in the direction of the bedroom, both eyes were envious:

【I—just—say, two—people—between—between—what—what—spear—shield—day—one—time—just—good— —了——】

Think of it back then, but every year there would be a group of female turtles willing to lay eggs for it.

The author has something to say: Happy Children's Day~

Take a day off tomorrow