Doomsday Hunter

This library model is not a soul prop, but a living voice. But what's more strange is that it usually does not need to absorb human fears, just read books to live.

It's not aggressive - it just eats people without reading, and is very docile compared to other living spirits.

"There are two g's in the collection of books in the tower, so it's all finished?"

"For three years, he read millions of words a day, but now he really doesn't have it. Later, I always showed it the rubbings of astrology."

"I doubt we'll raise a monster."

"That's something that can't be helped... At least there will be no problems within ten years of the apocalypse."

The atmosphere on Steam Island was tense.

After the night passed, the unfrightened shareholders came back for a meeting. Today is to decide on the list of investments in cities on the east coast of the Mediterranean.

It's hard work and boring. Everyone just voted for and against according to their standing line. Everyone had already made plans in the middle of the night last night, and there was nothing to say at all.

Yang Qixin and Ginny were present in person, but they only voted in favor when it was time to raise their hands.

Li Le, who was sitting next to them, yawned. Obviously not interested in this kind of thing at all. But Beth and Qixin both said that it would be troublesome if the shareholders died too much, so Li Le could only squat at the venue with Dracula as a security guard.

The heating system in the venue made a slight noise.

Shareholders arguing over a detail now and then wipe off the sweat from the top of their heads with a cloth.

Even in the Mediterranean region, the average daily temperature is about ten degrees, even if it is winter in January. Although it was cold, it was still bearable, and not many people froze to death at night.

In the orphanage invested by the Far Travel Chamber of Commerce, the children are eating breakfast around the fireplace. Bread and sausage, the food is not bad, but that's about it.

Costs must be considered in everything. Treating children too well will only reduce the number of children under their care.

According to incomplete statistics, Yang Qixin has taken in at least 50,000 orphans this year (including the Steam Island and surrounding areas of the Mediterranean Sea). There are many more disabled people, and a lot of jobs are created.

It has to be said that this efficiency is much higher than Sun Ling's Xingxia and righteousness.

"I used to think about a question when I read the superhero comics before the establishment of the People's Federation." In the Highland Chamber of Commerce, Jack was lazy today and asked Jana, the housekeeper, to attend the shareholders' meeting. He stayed at home and chatted with Nie Yuan.

Nie Yuan, who was opposite him, looked a little absent-minded. He felt that the steam island was getting more and more dangerous, or he should run away earlier.

But Jack said it himself: "Those superheroes are chivalrous and fighting criminals every day, but they have to endure the exclusion of the government and the people... Then why don't they lead the mass revolution?"

Obviously the government in those stories has colluded with criminals and is very corrupt and bureaucratic.

"What nonsense, what should the people do if they rebel? Comics companies can't draw." Nie Yuan rolled his eyes.

"It makes sense." Jack picked up a glass of red wine and tasted it silently.

At noon, Lin Yin wore a down jacket and went to the orphanage to play with the children. The little fish is prescribing medicine for the sick child.

From time to time, some people came in on the street to beg for medical treatment, and the hospital also had rules and regulations to manage it. As the so-called Sheng Mien fights Mi Chou, you are good to others without a bottom line, and someday others may scold you when you are gone.

Therefore, the number of medicines and grains per day is limited. And it doesn't help the poor.

A group of people were noisy in the yard, and Lin Yin held a talisman and performed spells for the children. Gained the admiration of a group of small fans.

Xia Mo came out of the house, looked at the noisy front yard, and looked up at the sky.

After passing through the fog, the warmth and brightness of the sun have disappeared, leaving only a gray fog.

Steam Island was still a little cold at night, and you could even see homeless people who froze to death last night on the road. Such homeless people are like wheat in the field, falling one by one every winter.

Unless they can get some help from the Chamber of Commerce and the City Council, or join the Church of the Grey Mist. Otherwise, it is really and difficult to survive a winter.

And after spring, more people who have lost their place of residence and income for various reasons will become homeless.

Just like the weeds on the roadside, growing slowly in the faint light, stubbornly surviving. But he kept falling down, and no one could save him.

Shiro walked through the fog, looking for the enemy's trail alone.

Black put down his glass, put on a mask and cape, and summoned the forces of the Black Knights and the Salvation Army on the island. Get ready for something big.

In the hot and dry venue, Li Le closed his eyes and rested.

Nothing happened all day today, he was bored all over again. Only chatting with the girls can relieve the boredom a little

Yang Qixin next to him started smoking a pipe, and Ginny started drinking coffee.

Li Le scattered the cigarette: "There are minors here."

Ginny, who will be eighteen next month, hesitates to speak. The hand who wanted to ask Yang Qixin to order a cigarette shrank back.

At this moment, Li Le gave her the same feeling as when the captain saw him drinking. Moreover, the feeling of being controlled by her parents also made her a little ashamedly happy.

Yang Qixin puffed at Li Le in dissatisfaction, then put away her pipe and turned to look at Ginny: "A smaller bass would be considered child labor."

"Indeed, if I remember correctly, Ginny started helping Beth when she was fifteen or fourteen?" Li Le turned to look at Ginny.

"It's not that serious, I just learned from the captain at first." Ginny shook her head, "It took more than a year to formally deal with things - why should I tell you this?"

Li Le felt a little strange to her.

Kind of, father feeling?

In front of the fireplace, a group of children gathered around to eat dinner, their faces were not sure whether they were cold or hungry, but they were very red.

With a **** sound, Sun Ling walked in, first handed the odds and ends to Xiaoyu, and then took a bath in the toilet of the orphanage.

"There are a lot of spies and spies in the gray fog outside today, but a large body hiding spot has not been found." After taking a bath, Sun Ling sat down to eat at the table, and took out a hot amulet to dry his hair.

Jiang Xiaoyu: "Uh... Have they disposed of all the bodies?"

"It is possible that a large part of them were taken out of the steam island, and their whereabouts are unknown." Sun Ling looked at the chocolate pie on the table, a little surprised: "Did you make this?"

Xiaoyu, who has been busy in the kitchen of the orphanage this afternoon, smiled: "Yes."

When are you going to make dessert, I used to add too much salt to stir-fry dishes from time to time. The corners of Sun Ling's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't get into it and started to eat.

Outside, the black knights met the security forces brought by Shisa on a long street.

The two sides each threw out a few corpses of the Grey Mist Cultists and remained silent. Hisa was very entangled, not knowing whether to fight at such a time.

Jack sneered and stepped forward: "Take care of the overall situation, let's join forces."

The black knight was originally a part of the knight. But compared to the knight organization with almost all the masters, the black knights are somewhat mixed.

But they are numerous.

Hisa looked around and saw several former comrades and enemies.

"Gray fog is everyone's enemy at the moment." Jack added, he felt that this was almost enough.

Sure enough, the opposite Hesa ​​suppressed her anger and impulsiveness as she thought, grabbed the rusty sword, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, then let's cooperate."

ps first update today. Started working.

The old-fashioned critics in the group have increased again. In the past month, not a single person joined the group, what happened recently (contemplation) Am I going to be popular?

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