Chapter 458 Fake

Boyle's speech was very slow, like an old professor talking on the podium. Obviously, this kind of him is not suitable to be a product salesman.

However, Tang Fang felt a chill for no reason. He always felt that he was already considered a dark-bellied person, but he didn't expect that he was far behind these big capitalists and those in power.

"I know what you're thinking." Boyle patted him on the shoulder and said the truth: "Old Corey said you are smart, but you are a young man after all, the sun will shine on the world, but the universe is dark after all Icy... in the days to come, it will continue to expand, and the distance between the galaxies will become farther and farther"

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

If it was in the afternoon, Tang Fang would laugh and retort, 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 at all.

"Please don't sympathize with them." Boyle looked at him with the eyes of someone who has experienced it: "Because according to the laws of the empire, some of them should have been executed long ago, and the rest of them have not been used for two or three years." It’s time to make the best use of everything, in today’s society, efficiency comes first.”

Tang Fang didn't know what kind of emotion he was in now, it was very complicated, not only sympathy, but also sadness, mostly helplessness accounted for a lot.

He sighed and continued to look at the monitor, his thoughts were like a thread that had been split into two strands, and while he was resting on the prisoners, he was thinking wildly.

He couldn't remember how many times he sighed. If those prisoners were ordinary people, he would be angry, but why did he just feel helpless and bitter when it was Morris slave?

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

At this moment, the line of sight scanned the seventh monitor from the left in the third row of the monitor array. He suddenly noticed an abnormality, the monitor was black, as if broken.

In a place like this, how could the staff let the monitors break and not fix them? Tang Fang was so curious that he sent a command to Emma: "Check what's going on?"

"please wait……"

After about three or five breaths, an image flashed in my mind. A picture appeared in front of Tang Fang's eyes, 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 kind of thing happen.

When people encounter things that have nothing to do with themselves, they will probably hold a selfish mentality that has nothing to do with themselves.

But if there is more or less intersection with oneself, it will inevitably cause emotional fluctuations.

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

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

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

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

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

Boyle frowned. Just when he was about to persuade him not to meddle in his own business, Tang Lin, who had been silent all this time, moved. He pulled out the dagger in the middle of his boots, fixed his cold eyes on the middle-aged woman, raised the knife in his hand, and stabbed it on the console.

She felt that her fingertips were a little cold, and subconsciously looked down.

In the slit between the ring finger and the little finger of her right hand, the shiny blade reflects the constantly jumping light on the monitor. Like the cold pool water rippling under the moonlight, it is cold and quiet.

It has killed and drank blood.

The security personnel in the corner seemed to have noticed something and were walking towards the console.

Tang Lin's hand was very steady, like a snow peak that hadn't moved an inch for millions of years.

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

Tang Lin repeated Tang Fang's words: "g-22!"

"Do as he says! If there is any loss, I will blame it." Boyle said loudly with a straight face.

This sentence is for the middle-aged woman to hear, and it is also for the guards who are not well-colored.

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" under the board.

On the other side, the three guards turned around in a circle, and then walked back to their respective posts, while several guests not far away entered the crystal passage one after another, and left here as quickly as possible to avoid getting burned and causing trouble.

Tang Fang didn't look at Boyle's ugly face, walked to the edge of the platform, and looked diagonally upwards.

There was a prison cell going down slowly. Unlike the other prison cells, its surface was pitch black, and no one knew what was inside or what was happening...except Tang Fang!

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

"Hey..." Amidst the sound of air jets, the hydraulic door opened, and some glaring white light shot out from the dark cell, and the scope of influence became wider and wider, drowning the figures of Tang Fang and Tang Lin.

There were two people in the room, a man and a woman, the man was busy getting dressed, the woman was lying in a pool of blood, the man was in a panic, and the woman was calm.

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

When Tang Lin opened the door, his trousers were halfway up, his face was flustered, dazed, but more angry, because this is a "fallen angel", and such a thing should not have happened... He paid for it of.

He never expected that the game would be broken in the middle of the game, and he didn't even expect that a hand like a steel pliers would pinch his neck before he put on his pants, and he was directly thrown out of the room.

After 3 breaths of time, he screamed in the air for 3 breaths, and then fell to the platform with a "slap" like a dead dog, deforming his entire face.

"Ah... ah..." The cry was extremely shrill, and he felt that his right arm might be broken, because it hurt so badly.

The screams woke up the guards in the corner, they huffed and surrounded them, looking at Tang Fang and Tang Lin vigilantly.

The screams also woke up the middle-aged woman in front of the console, and she hurriedly pressed a button. Call the medical team to come to help.

Tang Fang didn't care about what was going on behind him, he stepped into the cell.

The inside is different from the outside, the walls are silver and white, and a row of high-power light tubes are installed on the ceiling, illuminating the entire room.

There is a bathroom in the corner of the room, with a bed in the middle. The top is covered with quilts, and opposite the bed is a rear-projection mirror, all white, integrated with the wall, looking neat and bright.

But at this moment, the room that should have been spotless was not clean at all, and blood was splattered everywhere, on the floor, walls, bedding, lamps... Although the amount was not large, it was shocking.

A woman lay in a pool of blood at the end of the bed. She looked at Tang Fang who was walking step by step, her calm eyes had a special emotion, which was a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Tang Fang couldn't understand what she was thinking, why she was able to devote most of her energy to others when she was stabbed so many times and bled so much.

Doesn't she hurt? Does she not panic? Or is it that she has no fear of death at all? Or is the way Morrison thinks about problems in this deformed living environment fundamentally different from ordinary humans?

Tang Fang suddenly realized one thing. The elementary school students who have just entered the sixth grade will proudly say: "I am very patriotic. Now I am 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 blade of grass. No one told him that the better the beams, the easier it is to attract moths.

But when it came to Morris slave, I am afraid that "patriotism" was replaced by "love for His Majesty the Holy Emperor", and "pillar" was replaced by "dedication" and "sacrifice".

To put it bluntly, they are a group of children, or rather. Poor people who live in the world that others describe for them, they have no self, don't know how to resist, just like a marionette.

Ordinary people can think through what they see and hear every day, and explore the essence behind the event. But they can't, His Majesty the Holy Emperor won't give them a chance to open their eyes to see the world, let alone even if they see it, so what? Their lives are too short and their intelligence limited, so they can only kneel and never think about getting up.

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

There was a cut on the outside of the left arm, which was very shallow, and it was considered a flesh wound. There was also a cut on the inside of the right leg, which was very long and deep, but fortunately it did not hurt the main artery.

There were two scars on her back that crossed into a cross, and the blood flowed red on her back like a waterfall that was about to stop flowing.

Next is her face. There is a scratch on the left and right cheeks, which can reach to the bone. The blood flows down from the base of the ears, and smears her relatively plump chest.

There is no doubt that she was disfigured, and her whole face was smeared with blood plasma, but if you observe carefully, you can still know that she was born beautiful before, or that she was "rectified" to be beautiful.

Tang Fang has seen many beauties. Claire, Zhou Ai, Freya, and Ship Officer Yuffie are all one-of-a-kind beauties.

However, they are beauties, but they are not the most beautiful women. There is only one most beautiful woman—the Galaxy Enchantress, Miss Charlotte Quinn.

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

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

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

Tang Fang felt that it wasn't temperament, it was soul...

Boyle stood at the door of the cell, watching without blinking his eyes as he bandaged the wound of the female Morris slave on the ground.

"It seems that you didn't listen to a single word I said along the way..." He sighed and said, "Even if you can save her for a while, can you save her for a lifetime? Seeing that she is 26 years old, the god of death has already passed away." Waving to her."

Boyle paused for a moment, slowed down his speech, and said, "You are a young man who only does such meaningless things. Can you fight death? Can you fight the years?"

Tang Fang said without turning his head, "How would you know this kind of thing if you don't try it?"

He didn't shy away from the blood on the woman's body, picked her up from the ground, walked out of the cell, and said a word when he passed Boyer: "I want this woman. No matter what method you use, get it done for me." Her identity, otherwise, the transaction is out of the question!"

"Because she 'looks' like a galaxy demon girl?" Boyle said looking at his back, the word "long" was stretched very long, and he believed that Tang Fang could hear the deeper meaning of this sentence.

Because the Galaxy Enchantress is very famous. Therefore, this female Morris slave in front of me is not the first, and she will never be the last.

Tang Fang glanced back at him and said: "You are right, I can't save them all, but since this happened before my eyes, it means fate, I hate regret and guilt the most. .”

The medical team has rushed over. The middle-aged woman ignored the blood-soaked female Maurice Slave, and led the men towards the male guest who was picked up from the ground by the guards and cast resentful glances at Tang Fang and Tang Lin.

Until a dagger lay across her neck.

No one noticed how Tang Lin passed by. When the guards came back to their senses, the dagger was less than half an inch away from the middle-aged woman's carotid artery.

"Save her first." Tang Lin's voice was as crisp as a piece of ice falling to the ground.

This was the second time the middle-aged woman had intimate contact with the dagger, and it still had the same smell and the same coldness.

She shuddered again. But it's not the hands, it's the legs.

The dagger only needs to be sent forward a little bit. She will go to see Lord Yan about this, and express the wishes of the old man in the family.

Tang Fang walked over to the female Morris slave in his arms, put her on the stretcher, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, she is mine. If you let me know, you will treat her differently...I promise. Even if Virginia comes in person , can't save your life."

The doctor froze for a moment, then realized that his face became extremely ugly.

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

He...he dared to be so disrespectful to His Majesty the Holy Emperor. If he was placed in the empire, such words would be enough to put him in prison.

A few guards not far away flashed anger on their faces, and quickly surrounded Tang Fang and Tang Lin. Even if they were distinguished guests from the Star Alliance, they couldn't insult His Majesty the Holy Emperor like this, and he went too far up.

"Stop." It was Boyle who spoke, and his expression was extremely stern now. He subtly persuaded him for so long and talked so much, but he didn't expect this kid to still stubbornly adhere to the self-righteous values ​​​​of the Star Alliance. , and put this set of bullshit concepts that promote democracy, freedom, and human rights on Morris slave.

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

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

The scene was quiet for a few seconds before the medical team came back 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 hint of anger on her blood-smeared 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, not to mention that the woman is just a counterfeit, so what if she is a real Galaxy enchantress? He never thought that something would happen to Miss Charlotte, on the contrary he was a little bit repelled.

But when it came to a critical moment, he found that he couldn't help but not meddle in other people's business. If he hated it, he hated it, and if he repelled it, he repelled it. But it is undeniable that the Yinhe Demon Girl is a kind-hearted girl.

As her savior, how could he watch her die in humiliation...Even if it was just a stand-in, he had never been a hard-hearted person. In order not to give himself a chance to regret it, he decided to save that female Morris. slave.

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

"Ah!" He originally planned to stop sighing, but unconsciously sighed again.

It's just that this time the object of his sigh is not those Morris slaves, but himself. He feels that he is still unavoidable. There are so many Morris slaves in this hall, and the entire "Archassi" is hundreds or thousands of times larger than 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 powerful opponent when he is still weak, so he can only choose to remain silent, even if he really doesn't like it.

But when it comes to the Yinhe Bewitching Fairy, or some acquaintances, he can't bear to ignore them no matter what. This is very vulgar... Really vulgar, he can't achieve the compassion of a saint, nor does he 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 common man, a little selfish, a little hesitant, a little scheming, a little emotional, so...it's actually pretty good."

Finally, he finally thought about it.

What made him wake up suddenly was a sentence, a sentence that had nothing to do with what happened now: "Never underestimate the enemy, and never overestimate yourself."

Watching the medical team and the pale middle-aged woman disappear into the crystal passage, 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 does old Corey describe him, smart man, little fox, restrained, rational...

Can a smart person do such a thing? The root of the deformed social phenomenon of Morris slave lies in the national system. He saved one person, but he could not save the whole country. This is not what a smart person should do. (to be continued...)

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