Chapter 458： Fake

Boyle's speech speed is very slow, as if the old professor on the podium is talking eloquently. Obviously, he is not suitable for being a merchandise salesman.

However, Tang Fang didn't have a chill. He always felt that he was already a dark-bellied person, but he did not expect that he was far behind these big capitalists and those in power.

"I know what you are thinking." Boyle patted him on the shoulder and said the truth: "Old Corey said you are very smart, but you are a young man after all. The sun will shine all over the world, but the universe will be dark after all. It’s icy...In the days to come, it will continue to expand, and the distance of the galaxy will get farther and farther."

Finally, he said: "When light enters darkness, it is called light."

If it were in the afternoon, Tang Fang would laugh and sneer, and would jokingly say: "Don't pretend to be x, pretend to be struck by lightning." But at this moment, he couldn't be happy.

"Please don't sympathize with them." Boyle looked at him with the eyes of people who came by: "Because according to the imperial law, some of these people should have been tortured and executed, and the remaining part is not two or three years old. The so-called make the best use of everything. In today's society, efficiency is paramount."

Tang Fang didn't know what kind of emotion he was now. It was very complicated. It was not only sympathy, but also sadness, and it was generally helpless.

He sighed and continued to look at the monitor, his thoughts like a thread split into two, placed on the prisoners while thinking wildly.

He can't remember how many times this is the first time he sighed. If the prisoners were ordinary people, he would be angry, but why did he just feel helpless and bitter when he changed to Morris slave?

If Claire is here, she might be very angry...

At this moment, the line of sight swept across the seventh monitor from the left in the three rows of the monitor array. He suddenly noticed an anomaly, the monitor was black, as if it were broken.

In such a place, how could the staff let the monitor break and not repair it? Tang Fang was very curious, and sent an instruction to Emma: "Check what's going on?"

"please wait……"

About three to five breaths, an image flashed in his mind. A picture appeared in front of Tang Fang, and then his face changed...it became a little cold.

Although I don't like her, it doesn't mean I can sit back and watch this happen.

When people encounter things that are not related to themselves, they will probably hold a selfish mentality that does not concern themselves, but if they are more or less overlapping with themselves, it will inevitably cause emotional fluctuations.

The same is true for Tang Fang, he can be very sensible or emotional. Just like now.

"Move cell g-22 here," he said coldly.

The 40-year-old woman in front looked back at him and then turned her gaze to Boyle. She was very puzzled, because the businessman had a gorgeous brooch pinned on his chest, and only the senior was eligible to wear it. .

Since you are a customer, you should understand the rules.

"G-22!" Tang Fang stared at her, the light in his pupils getting colder and colder.

Boyle frowned. When he was about to persuade him not to be nosy, Tang Lin, who had been silent behind him, moved. He drew out the dagger in the middle of his boots, fixed his icy eyes on the middle-aged woman, raised the knife in his hand and plunged it on the console.

She felt a little cold in her fingertips and looked down subconsciously.

In the small gap between her right ring finger and little finger, the shiny blade refracted the light that kept jumping on the monitor. Like the cold pool water rippling in the moonlight, cold and quiet.

It killed people and drank blood.

The security personnel in the corner seemed to perceive something and was walking towards the console.

Tang Lin's hand was steady, like a snowy peak that hadn't moved any minute in millions of years.

A cold sweat dripped from the woman's cheek. The hand under the dagger was trembling, she tried to control it, but found it was useless.

Tang Lin repeated what Tang Fang said: "g-22!"

"Do as he said! I count on the loss." Boyle said loudly, pulling a face.

This sentence was for the middle-aged woman to hear, and it was also for the guards with bad colors.

So Tang Lin put away the dagger and reinserted it into the mezzanine.

The middle-aged woman opened the safety lock with trembling hands and pulled the cell with the id "g-22" below the board.

On the other side, the three guards turned around and walked back to their posts, but several guests not far away entered the crystal passage one after another, leaving here at the fastest speed, so as not to catch fire and cause trouble.

Tang Fang didn't look at Boyle's ugly face, and stepped to the edge of the platform, looking diagonally upward.

There was a cell there slowly descending. The difference from the others was that its surface was pitch black, and no one knew what was inside or what was happening...except Tang Fang!

For about half a minute, with a slight bang, the cell stopped at a berth on the edge of the platform. Tang Lin stepped forward and pressed the unlock button.

"He..." Amid the sound of the jet of air, the hydraulic door opened, and some dazzling white light shot out from the pitch-black cell, and the area of ​​influence became larger and larger, submerging the figures of Tang Fang and Tang Lin.

There are two people in the room, a man and a woman. The man is busy getting dressed, the woman lies in a pool of blood, the man is flustered, and the woman is calm.

There is blood on a man's face, blood under a woman, the blood on a man's face comes from her, and the blood under a woman comes from herself.

When Tang Lin opened the door, his trousers were half mentioned, and his face was flustered and at a loss, but he was more angry, because it was a "fallen angel", and such a thing shouldn't have happened...he paid the money. of.

He didn't expect that he would be broken just halfway through the game, and he didn't expect that his pants were not worn properly, so he was pinched by his neck by a hand like steel pliers and pulled him out of the room.

After 3 breaths of time, he screamed for 3 breaths in the air, then fell on the platform with a "click" like a dead dog, and his entire face was deformed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The screams awakened the guards in the corner, huffed around, and looked at Tang Fang and Tang Lin warily.

The screams also awakened the middle-aged woman in front of the console, and she hurriedly pressed a button. Call the medical team for support.

Tang Fang didn't care about the things behind him, he stepped into the cell.

The inside is different from the outside. The walls are silver-white, and the ceiling is equipped with a row of high-powered lamps, illuminating the entire room with brilliance.

There is a bathroom in the corner of the room and a bed in the middle. There is a bedding on the dough, and a rear-projection mirror opposite the bed, all white, connected to the wall, looks neat and lively.

But at this moment, there was nothing neat in the room that should have been spotless, blood splattered everywhere, the floor, walls, bedding, lamps...Although the amount was small, it was shocking.

A woman fell in a pool of blood at the end of the bed. She looked at Tang Fang as she walked step by step, her calm eyes were filled with a special emotion, which was a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Tang Fang couldn't figure out what she thought, why she could use most of her energy on others with so many knives in her body and bleeding so much.

Doesn't she hurt? Doesn't she panic? Or is she not afraid of death at all? Or is the way Morrisnu thinks about problems in this abnormal living environment is fundamentally different from ordinary humans?

Tang Fang suddenly realized something. Elementary school students who had just entered the 6th grade would proudly say: "I am very patriotic. I am now the flower of the motherland. When I grow up, I will be the pillar of the country."

No one told him. He is not a flower, he is just a grass. No one told him that the better the pillars, the easier it is to attract moths.

When it comes to Morris slave, I am afraid that "patriotism" has been replaced by "His Majesty the Holy Emperor," and "pillars" have been replaced by "dedication" and "sacrifice".

To put it bluntly, they are a group of children, or rather. Poor people living in the world that others have portrayed for them, they have no ego and don't know how to resist, just like a puppet.

Ordinary people can think through what they see and hear and explore the essence behind the event. But they can't, His Majesty the Holy Emperor won't give them the opportunity to open their eyes to see the world, let alone what they can do if they watch it? Their lives are too short, and their intelligence is limited, so they can only kneel and never want to get up.

The blood was so dazzling under the bright light, Tang Fang walked over and knelt down to examine her injuries carefully.

There is an incision on the outer side of the left arm, which is very shallow, which is regarded as a fleshy wound. There is also one on the inner side of the right leg, which is very long and deep, but fortunately, it did not hurt the large artery.

There were two cross-cutting scars on her back, and the blood dripped out of her back like a waterfall that was about to stop flowing.

Next is her face, with a scratch on the left and right cheeks, which are deep and bone-in-depth, and the blood runs all the way down the roots of the ears, covering her fairly plump chest.

There is no doubt that she is disfigured, and the whole face has been smeared with blood plasma, but if you look closely, you can still know that she was born before, or "completely", beautiful.

There are a lot of beauties in Tang Fang. Kleiya, Zhou Ai, Freya, and ship officer Yu Fei are all beautiful women out of a hundred.

However, they are beauties, but not the most beautiful women. There is only one prettiest woman-the galaxy enchantress, Miss Charlotte Quinn.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible for the noble Miss Charlotte to fall into this field. The injured woman in front of her is just a little like her. From the looks of it, the similarity is about 60%, and the figure is similar.

Tang Fang tore off the bed sheet and tore it into several pieces, then bandaged the wound in the woman's puzzled eyes.

With advanced plastic surgery technology, people may be able to sculpt a copycat version of the Galaxy Enchantress with a high degree of similarity, but no matter how they are trained and how they are nurtured, they cannot be compared with the master. Charlotte Quinn has only one in this world. No one can imitate her temperament.

Tang Fang felt that it was not temperament, it was soul...

Boyle stood at the door of the cell, unblinking his eyes as he bandaged the wound of the female Morris on the ground.

"It seems that you didn't even listen to a word of what I said along the way..." He sighed and said, "Even if you saved her for a while, would you save her for the first time? Seeing that she is 26 years old, death is already Beckoning to her."

Boyle paused for a moment, slowed down his speech, and said, "It's a young man who does such a meaningless thing. Can you fight death? Can you fight for years?"

Tang Fang said without looking back, "How can I know this kind of thing without trying?"

He did not shy away from the blood stains on the woman's body, picked her up from the ground, stepped out of the cell, and when he passed Boyle, he said: "I want this woman. No matter what you do, let me fix it. Her identity, otherwise, the transaction will not be discussed!"

"Because she'looks' like the Galaxy Demon Girl?" Boyle looked at his back and said, the word "long" was very long, and he believed that Tang Fang could hear the deeper meaning of this sentence.

Because the Galaxy Demon is very famous. Therefore, this female Morris slave is not the first and will never be the last.

Tang Fang looked back at him and said, "You are right. I can't save all of them. But since this happened before my eyes, it means that we are destined. I hate regret and regret most. ."

The medical team has rushed over. The middle-aged woman ignored the **** female Morris slave, and led her hands to the male guest who was picked up from the ground by the guard and cast a bitter look at Tang Fang and Tang Lin.

Until there was a dagger across her neck.

No one noticed how Tang Lin passed. When the guards recovered, the dagger was already less than half an inch from the middle-aged woman's carotid artery.

"Save her first." Tang Lin's voice was like a piece of ice falling to the ground, simply sharp.

This was the second close contact between the middle-aged woman and the dagger, and it was still so cold.

She shivered again. But not hands, but legs.

The dagger only needs to be sent forward slightly. So she would go to see Wang Ye and say what the old things in the family mean.

Tang Fang walked over with the female Morris slave, put it on the stretcher, and said with a cold voice: "From now on, she will be my person. If you let me know that you will treat it differently...I promise. Even if Virginia comes in person , It will not save your lives."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, his face became particularly ugly.

Virginia... Virginia? Alexander, the ruler of the Phoenix Empire. The reincarnation of the Divine Phoenix, His Majesty, the Great Sage, the Holy Emperor.

He...he dared to be so disrespectful to His Majesty the Holy Emperor. If he were placed in the empire, this would be enough to send him to prison.

Several guards not far away flashed angrily on their faces, and quickly walked around Tang Fang and Tang Lin. Even if they were VIP guests from the Star Alliance, they could not insult His Majesty the Holy Emperor so much, and he did too much. Up.

"Stop." It was Boyle who was speaking. His expression was already extremely cold. He subtly persuaded him for so long and said so much. He didn't expect that this kid would still adhere to the self-righteous values ​​of the Planetary Alliance. He also placed this **** concept of democracy, freedom, and human rights on Morris slave.

You must know that this is "Alkesi", and its owner is the Phoenix Empire, not the Star Alliance, nor the Charles Federation.

"Shhh..." He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and waved to the medical staff: "Do as he says."

The scene was quiet for a few seconds before the medical team came to their senses, took the man from the guard and retreated.

Before they left, Tang Fang glanced at the female Morris slave on the stretcher, and found that she was looking straight at him with a trace of anger on her blood-stained face.

Tang Fang thought for a while, and finally knew where the reason was. He sighed again, his face a little dazed.

To be honest, this matter has nothing to do with him at all, let alone the woman is just a fake, what about the real Galaxy Demon? He had never thought about what would happen to Miss Charlotte, on the contrary, he was a bit repulsive.

But when it came to the critical moment, he found that he was so cruel and reluctant to nosy, hate it, repel it, repel it, but it is undeniable that the Galaxy Demon is a kind-hearted girl.

As her savior, how can she watch her die in humiliation...Even if it is just a substitute, he has never been a hard-hearted person. In order not to give himself a chance to regret, he decided to save the female Morris slave.

This is not for the Galaxy Demon, but for himself.

"Oh!" He had planned to stop sighing, but he sighed again unconsciously.

It's just that the object of his sigh this time is not the Morris slaves, but himself. He feels that he still can't avoid the vulgarity. There are so many Morris slaves in this hall, and the entire "Alkesi" is hundreds of thousands of times more here, Phoenix There are more empires, because he doesn't want to expose his strength prematurely, and he doesn't want to head-to-head with a strong opponent when he is still weak, so he can only choose to be silent, even if he is really uncomfortable.

However, it is related to the Galaxy Demon Fairy, or to some familiar acquaintances, but in any case, it is ruthless to ignore them. This is very vulgar...really very vulgar, he can't be the compassion of a saint and he doesn't have the iron-blooded ambition of a hero, and he hates being a hero, because most of the heroes in reality are dead. .

"Being a layman is a little selfish, a little hesitant, a little careful, a little emotional, so... actually pretty good."

Finally, he finally wanted to drive.

The reason that made him wake up is a sentence, a sentence that is somewhat irrelevant to what is happening now: "Never underestimate the enemy, never overestimate yourself."

Watching the medical team and the pale middle-aged woman disappear into the crystal channel, Boyle walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Tang, I think I was wrong...you are not only young, but also very emotional."

How did Old Corey describe him, smart, little fox, introverted, rational...

Smart people can do such a thing? The root of Morris slave's abnormal social phenomenon lies in the state system. He saved a person, but he could not save a country. This is not what a smart person should do. (To be continued...)

ps: Thank you for your reward for forgetting and walking in the world R1292