"Now get out of the tavern, I think you'll have to get ready. Through the black windowglass, everything at the station lost its reality in Iyeta's eyes, blurry and dim, as if the fading color of the photographs were indistinguishable from those of their posthumous deaths.

Today, and in the next few days, how many of those who will emerge from it will survive until war really comes? Iyeta could not tell, and whether she, including herself, would also retire from this turbulent stage early, was also the result of no clear answer.

She looked at Horror, waiting for an answer.

But Horror was staring earnestly ahead, with a smile on his lips that made his face change into a clown. They didn't know when, a slightly flashy limousine had slowly stopped there. The body is pitch black and very long, about twice the size of a normal limousine, only the wheels underneath, there are also two more pairs. There was no obvious sunlight, but there was a blinding cold light flickering on the steel wheel.

The whole car is a streamlined shape that can make the eyes feel comfortable, and it may not look very gorgeous on the outside, but it can be seen from the material of any part of the limousine. What people care about the most is not the limousine itself, but the logo deeply imprinted on the body of this ceremonial car, an ordinary bullet-like pattern.

Every piece of glass on the limousine has been carefully processed, so that almost all the light from the outside is scattered to both sides, and it is impossible to see anything inside the limousine.

Horror narrowed his eyes into a line, barely able to bypass the distractions on the glass, but he could only see the phantom of the person sitting in the limousine.

"Webley Corporation. Iyeta glanced at the bullet marker and said lightly. And at this moment, the people in the limousine also seemed to feel their staring. The light scattered from the glass of the limousine van disappeared in an instant, and the layer of glass took on the character that glass was supposed to have.

Three bland gazes pierced through behind the window glass at the same time, and in the two ceremonial workshops, they met with the gazes of Xiao and Iyeta.

"What a bold bunch. I haven't had substantive contact for a long time, and it seems that just by relying on the information collected, I can't tell what Miss Ye Jielin wants to do. "It seems to be deliberate.,When I speak,,The pronunciation of every word is very accurate.,The mouth shape is beyond the standard.。

"Miss Jetlin, good morning!" Hack nodded in the passenger seat and greeted Jetlin in the limousine in front of him, "Mr. Cassia doesn't seem to have arrived?" His investigation of Ye Jielin has never stopped, and as the best group of people in the same period of the seminary and the military school, there are not many people who can arouse his strong interest.

"There's something going on on his side. Yeterin also replied in spoken language, her gaze shifting from her horrified face to Iyeta. It lasted a few seconds before moving away.

Iyeta also looked at Yeterin quietly, and there was no fluctuation in her eyes. At this time, Horror even felt Iyeta's breathing become unusually soft at some point.

His eyes narrowed a little, and in his horrified eyes, the round pupils jumped, and with his smile, the corners of his mouth continued to sharpen, and the round pupils also turned into a vertical shape in a short moment.

"Hopefully, for the rest of the year, we won't have any dealings with each other. Ye Jielin said silently while retracting her gaze. The glass of the limousine also changed at this time, and the light shining on it was scattered to both sides again.

"Miss Jetlin's style of doing things seems to be very different from before. "It's a shame that I didn't see Mr. Kasia when he started and slowly blended into the traffic in the middle of the road, disappearing from their eyes. He said with a sigh.

"That's what you're here for. Iyeta lowered her head, glanced at her hands that were no longer white, and replied lightly, "Let's go, there's no reason to stay here anymore." ”

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Shaco was the last to get off the train. Her luggage was placed on a high place, but everyone in the train was in a hurry, and many of them had an aura that made her feel terrible. It's something she's never been exposed to. She didn't dare to ask for help, so that in the end, no one helped her take down the bulky luggage.

When the flight attendant came to clean each carriage, she found her standing under the luggage, her hands raised, but the luggage was still motionless.

"Thank you, thank you!" helped a lot, and Shaco thanked the flight attendant, the luggage was indeed heavy. Inside that big box, most of the volume was occupied by books.

Faced a little red, the sky became even darker as Shako dragged her luggage out of the train station. She hadn't taken a few steps before the wind became stronger, and then a light snow fell.

"Is this Manoma?" thought the two large wheels of the suitcase brushing behind Shako, and she came out of the station and took out her scarf again. The temperature here in Manoma is much colder than in the city where she used to stay. She was thinking about whether to buy herself a few chunky clothes to wear first.

Ignoring the family's opposition, even the advice of her most respected Durison's grandfather, Sako did not listen at all this time. has been in that city for eighteen years, even if it is a fairly wealthy family, but because of the relationship between his parents, Shako has not had many opportunities to go to the "outside world" for such a long time. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I like books so much.

Like many people, Sako stands at the beginning of this stage of youth. Everything about Manoma is also different for her. It's not just the letter from the seminary-affiliated school, but there is also an emotional component to Shako's own.

After packing up her things a few days in advance, Shako took the money she had saved up and quietly boarded the train to Manoma.

It's really different from the area where she was originally from, and that's what she feels most intuitively. Judging from the fact that the train stopped on the way and a large number of people with a terrible aura poured into the carriages, completely filling the carriages, Shako thought that Manoma had a special system that was completely different from other regions.

At least in her short eighteen years of life, she had never seen anyone like that, and it was still half a train.

Walking through the streets of Manoma, Shako thought about the cold wind and light snow of the early morning.

"It seems that there is still some deviation in it. Shako's footsteps stopped at this point, for she always felt that the people gave her a sense of familiarity. She thought that she should have seen a similar person sometime before this, the kind of existence that was incompatible with ordinary people. At least that's what she thinks about herself.

"It seems like it happened last summer、、、、" Shako searched for something in her memory, and the blurry scene turned into a photograph that began to flicker back and forth in her head.

"It's in the National Library!" In my memory, a clear photo finally appeared, and it was a figure with a straight face.