Boundary Convention

Ingolf.

When the name sounded in the room, the speaker made the intention of stepping out from behind the Viking.

Maybe it was because he was too lazy to give orders, or because the automatic programming did not set such a situation, the Vikings in front of him did not make way for him, these stupid subordinates were covered in blood, densely blocking the way. in front of him.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'll borrow it."

And he was carelessly trying to push his way to the front, past his wobbly men, not caring that his neat and tidy suit and waistcoat were stained with sticky blood.

He pushed aside a Viking who was blocking the way, and walked up to Mo Xiao.

"Be safe, ma'am."

Ingleff said.

He raised his hand above his head, turned it around twice, and then bowed to Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao crossed his arms and looked at the man in front of him coldly.

Although such a long time has passed, the man's appearance has not changed much from the past.

The unchanging parted hair, tall figure, and those beautiful blue eyes, these iconic features have been her source of comfort and security for a long time.

However, his character has become a lot distorted, which can be seen from his temperament, the frivolous smile and blood stains all over his body, and his contempt for life overflowed from this person without reservation.

And this is not something weird, it's just an extension of his character, Mo Xiao knows him too well.

"Won't you return a salute? I don't remember ever teaching you that."

Yingge straightened up and glanced at Mo Xiao.

"Or do you still resist classic things? Then you want me to order something modern? Have you eaten it?"

"Silly x," Mo Xiao turned his head away, and cursed disdainfully, "the boundary between classical and barbaric is usually blurred."

She didn't return the salute because she knew very well that it was mocking her.

"In this way, you are still a barbarian. But it's not your fault, you have half the blood of a monkey on your body."

"If the professor heard what you said, she could kill you and feed you to the dogs." Mo Xiao replied.

"It's a pity she's been abandoned, isn't she?"

"hehe."

Ingleff shrugged.

"Let's talk about something personal."

"You come to this place to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Is it considered an exchange of attitude?"

"It's my job to kill terrorists, and it's what thousands of citizens want me to do, but this doesn't stop me from taking a break from my busy schedule...by the way, catch up with old friends."

As he spoke, Ingolf stepped forward, bent down slightly, and stared at her face.

This gaze made Mo Xiao extremely uncomfortable, it was not putting pressure on her by looking at her, but simply staring at her face, as if there was some dirt on her face.

Ingleff just looked at her like this, and opened his mouth suddenly.

"It is said that……"

One word at a time, speaking at an uncomfortably slow speed.

"You got a boyfriend?"

"Huh? Where did you hear that?"

"Last time at Dyson Bay, I saw that you seemed to care about that kid."

"When you were in Dyson Bay, was it really your fault?"

"Can we focus on one topic first?"

As he said that, Ingolf pinched Mo Xiao's face. The cold leather gloves were so rough that Mo Xiao felt like a layer of skin would be scraped off.

"Don't move!" Mo Xiao stepped back instantly.

"That kid, he must be called Huang Yuan. The name is really random."

"It's not the same for you, you just copied your ancestors, heh...the first Icelandic colonizer."

"It's just our tradition, just like you try not to take the same name as your ancestors."

He paused and continued.

"From here, our cultures are really diametrically opposed, just like east and west are diametrically opposite directions... However, this is not important. If you want to reminisce about the old days, you can go to the Panopticon in New Milan. I need You answer my question."

"He's not my boyfriend."

After Mo Xiao lowered her head and was silent for a second or two, she raised her head and replied very simply.

"I'm a bachelor."

"Don't play dumb, you know that's not what I'm actually asking."

Yingge straightened her waist, walked around Mo Xiao, and then turned her back. But Mo Xiao felt more pressure than being stared straight at her face, as if Ingolf had several pairs of eyes on her back, staring at her at the same time, putting pressure on her.

It seemed that for a person of Yingge's level, it was really useless to pretend to be stupid. Now she didn't dare to turn around to confront him, nor did she dare to lie casually. Because if it was him, he might know more about all the sensitive information than she could have imagined.

Yingge turned her back to Mo Xiao, rubbing her fingers boredly, looking relaxed and comfortable, while on the other side, Mo Xiao was sweating profusely and said nothing, she didn't think of escaping as a way to solve the problem But at this moment, she can only use escape to face the current situation.

"I heard that Shi Xin's mother is very fond of your boyfriend?"

After a long silence, Ingolf was a little impatient, so he had to push his words back a bit.

"If possible, I hope you can speak out all the words yourself. In this way, you can at least prove that you are 'cooperative', and since you are 'cooperative', it can be used, and I can do it without violating my duties." I'll save your life if you don't," Ingolf said.

"How much do you really know?"

"I know he may be the core component of 'Hourglass'..."

As he spoke, Ingolf stopped talking and covered his mouth pretending to be surprised.

"Oh, I said I would let you speak for yourself, please."

"Since you already know, why are you asking me?"

"I'm giving you a chance."

When he said this, Ingolf's cheeks twitched, as if he became serious at that moment.

But then, in the next second, he resumed his frivolous smile, and said in a joking tone:

"I'm kind of jealous of him, Wasteland."

"envy?"

"Yes, jealousy, my two favorite women in this world are so fond of this little boy, how can you make me not feel jealous? I would rather hear from your mouth that you are 'selling' his information ...As for Shixin's mother...I will personally torture her before sending her to the electric chair...wait, poison gas is better, the electric chair will mess up Shixin's mother's hairstyle."

Ingleff's words made Mo Xiao hesitate, and his erratic attitude made Mo Xiao not know how to deal with it. On the one hand, Inger sounded like he was joking again, but on the other hand, according to what she heard According to the rumors in the past, the current Ingolf may really be able to do such a thing. What's more deadly is that she doesn't know what Ingolf really wants.

Intuition and instinct told her that if she was a little careless in her reply next, those strong men who were eyeing her around her would rush up and tear her to pieces under Ingolf's instruction.

She paused, and after thinking twice, she still decided to tell the information about the wasteland... Of course not all of it.

"...The wilderness is what that woman identified."

"very good,"

The corner of Ingolf's mouth twitched, and his expression seemed to become a little stiff.

"Very good, so has he met Shixin's mother's standard? Neither you nor I have reached the standard."

Mo Xiao remained silent, now she knew why Ingolf had to ask Huang Yuan.

If she had sensed Ingolf's heart earlier, recalled the guy's character, she would have told a lie to get everything over with.

"You are still as stingy as ever."

It's been like this since before, I don't know if it should be said that he must be vengeful or narrow-minded, this man will be brooding about everything.

"How's his Mensa test? Did he pass the Landau base?"

Ingleff continued to ask, the smile still on his face.

But now in Mo Xiao's eyes, he is no longer so aggressive, but rather pathetic.

"He has never done any of these tests, and the professor has never tested him on intelligence."

"Then why should he...!"

Ingleff opened his mouth, and stopped talking halfway through, but Mo Xiao's words took the conversation away.

"He can't answer the questions we can answer, but we can't answer the questions he can answer... This is the reason, not because he is smarter than us, but because he is special. That's all."

That's all.

This short sentence echoed in the space filled with monsters.

The lingering sound bounced back and forth among the scattered Vikings, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a suffocating silence in the crowded room.

Ingleff's eyelids twitched, and he maintained a minimum demeanor, breathing heavily in the air filled with sparks and blood, as if he was enduring something unbearable.

Mo Xiao suddenly realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. Although she had considered what she wanted to say word by word, in such an extreme mental state and in such a short time, she was still negligent and offended this irritable wolf.

Panting heavily, Ingolf walked up to Mo Xiao with a creepy smile, and then he raised his hand. This move made Mo Xiao, who was pretending to be calm, shrink back involuntarily, and closed his eyes. squinted.

But then, nothing happened.

When she opened her eyes, Ingleff had turned around simply, and then walked up to one of his Vikings, grabbed the quiet subordinate's head, squeezed it down hard, and straightened the top The silly horned helmet was inserted into its head, and then pulled violently, a whole white spine was pulled out from this fragmented head, and the remaining skin seemed to be taken off immediately. Like a leather case, it limply slumped to the ground.

"call."

Ingleff took a deep breath of relief.

"It's comfortable."

The breath that had been suspended before finally came down from his throat.

But he didn't stop his actions at all, and violently picked up the removed skull again, and smashed it down at another Viking beside him.

It seems that not only has Ingolf not changed, but he has not grown. He is still the big boy with a small stomach and a small stomach, with a conceited and extremely low self-esteem, he is simply a giant baby.

Mo Xiao's fear of him disappeared instantly.

Now she was neither surprised nor frightened by Ingolf's exaggerated brutality, but simply bored. While Ingolf was concentrating on venting his anger, Mo Xiao glanced at the burning corridor out of boredom.

It was this glance, what she saw out of the corner of her eye, made her shiver.

The mood that had just been relaxed immediately became tense again.

I couldn't help scolding my mother in my heart, how did these fools come here?

For a while, she suspected that she was wrong, but she wiped her eyes and looked over again. Behind the jumping flames, the boy's silly face was clearly in sight. Although it was a bit blurred by the rising heat, it was definitely he!

"wilderness!"

She almost cried out.

Although she was very happy to know that this guy was alive, but it shouldn't be now, this timing...too bad! And I'm not alone with the wasteland, Belita, George, and the popular little cook in the cafeteria...!

This is really the worst situation. If there is only Huangyuan alone, Mo Xiao thinks he might still have a chance to sneak past Yingge and his dirty men, but there are so many people...

"call……"

And there were worse things to come.

With a heavy gasp, Ingolf finally ended his hysterical venting.

"Refreshing."

At this time, his body was already covered with bloodstains. He threw away the arm he had just torn off, and stretched out his bright red arm to touch a pile of wreckage on the ground.

"Well, I lost my composure a little bit. It seems that I have broken a lot. I don't know if the higher-ups will pay the bill when I go back."

Then, he looked at Mo Xiao again, and said with a smile.

"You're sweating a lot, are you nervous?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiao wiped his forehead violently, only to find that his forehead was dry at all.

All of a sudden, she began to get nervous again, maybe just now, Ingolf had already noticed something from her expression. There is one thing Mo Xiao has to admit, although she is indeed better than Ingolf in terms of basic science, but other than that, Ingolf is on top of her in almost all aspects. Perhaps just now, Yingge has discovered something through the use of micro-expression and psychology.

In that case, then we have to...

"Aren't you talking nonsense? The fire is burning, can you not sweat?"

"How can you say such vulgar words?"

Inger shrugged.

"Didn't I tell you to swear without revealing your dirty words? Use sarcasm, sarcasm."

As he spoke, he rubbed his chin again with his bloody hands, not caring at all that his clean chin was stained with dirty blood.

"Wait, why do I feel like you suddenly become a little... agitated?"

"Excited? Me? I also saw that your blood pressure is high, okay?"

"Seeing me smashing my pawn, do you think I will do this to your boyfriend after I catch him?"

Inge pointed to a large pile of internal organs and body remains scattered on the ground.

"Actually, you don't have to worry so much. I'm not a barbarian. As long as there are no demands from above, I won't embarrass him."

"What do you mean by not being embarrassed?"

"It's like, dissect it, open his brain or something, you know, I wonder what kind of brain would be better than mine for the core of an hourglass, just like people in the twentieth century wondered Why is Einstein smarter than them."

As he spoke, Inge unconsciously turned sideways, and his perspective just turned to the burning corridor.

Mo Xiao took a step and immediately caught up with Ingolf's line of sight, blocking the corridor.

She didn't dare to move her eyeballs at all, for fear that if her eyes wandered a little, it would arouse Ingolf's suspicion. She could only pray that the wasteland and the others made the most correct choice, instead of rushing over involuntarily.

"Actually... I'm also quite interested in that guy's brain."

Excessive tension and the need to adapt to changing situations have left Mo Xiao with no time to think about speaking skills, so she can only speak along the lines of Ingolf.

"I think Shi Xin's mother should have done a lot of research on that kid in your library, and you have studied all the things that should be studied."

Suddenly, Ingolf's expression was a bit wrong. He frowned, as if he saw something, and suddenly tilted his neck and looked behind Mo Xiao, as if he saw something.

Mo Xiao also hastily leaned over, using his own eyes to block Ingolf's.

"Little wolf! Let's get back together!"

"Compound? You, what are you talking about?"

This sentence made Ingolf confused. In fact, he didn't see anything just now. He just stretched his neck because his neck was a little sore when he looked at people with his chin up.

"Are you serious about what you just said? Wait, what are you looking at?"

He put his face closer suspiciously, and once again stared at Mo Xiao from the closest distance.

"Is there anything in that hallway?"

he asked suddenly.

Mo Xiao's heart trembled, and the cold sweat poured down again like a torrential rain.

"It seems to be the case. I said that you moved a little unnaturally just now."

It was discovered, and sure enough, this level of concealment could not fool this man.

Ingleff clamped Mo Xiao's shoulders, pushed her back to the original position, and then swaggered towards the corridor. Mo Xiao wanted to stop him again, but hesitated for a moment and stopped.

"If someone is hiding there, it should be behind that corner of the wall?"

Ingleff said that he purposely said it loudly, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to Mo Xiao or to the person he thought was hiding behind the corner, but no matter which party he was speaking to, the words would matter. It does imply invisible pressure.

Ingleff was not in a hurry to rush over immediately. On the contrary, he walked slowly, step by step, as if he was deliberately shaping the tension in the movie. He wanted the people behind the corner to panic, and he also wanted Mo Xiao to panic.

This can be regarded as a small interest he accidentally cultivated when he was studying torture in the supervisory committee.

"Okay, I know you are behind, if you come out now..."

He finished speaking halfway, and stopped talking.

If the idiot later in the meeting really jumps out, then he will know that the second half of his sentence is actually 'I will let you die quickly. ’, and if they don’t come out.

He just walked over and said in front of them, 'I can let you go. '

He waited for about ten seconds, but there was no response from behind the wall.

So like a child playing hide-and-seek, he poked his head and looked behind the corner of the wall. As a result, there was no one there. Only one corridor leading to countless branching roads extends out.

"Did you get slipped?"

He scratched his head, without any doubt that he had misread Mo Xiao's psychology, maybe there was no one behind the wall. Because he is a confident person, confident that no one here will escape the encirclement net he built.

But when he turned around, he was stunned, and couldn't help but swear in his second native language.

"Shet."

At the place just now, Mo Xiao had already disappeared, leaving only empty floor tiles and these big, motionless fools. In order to prevent these idiots from accidentally smashing Mo Xiao to death, he adjusted the accuracy of the iris reflection to the point where it was almost turned off... Now it seems that it was self-defeating.

"Forget it, it's okay."

He pouted, then stepped forward and punched a Viking hanging from the ceiling.

"Anyway, they can't escape."

What happened just now is really thrilling.

Looking back now, the wasteland still has lingering fears.

He didn't even know how he had the courage to rush into the group of Vikings with his eyes closed, and then escaped grabbing Mo Xiao's hand. He only remembered the temperature when he held Mo Xiao's hand, and this temperature is still in his hand.

Although they are running away.

"You boy, you have grown a lot more courageous since I haven't seen you for a while, you even dare to touch my hand."

"ah?"

Hearing what Mo Xiao said, Huang Yuan subconsciously let go of his hand, but as soon as he let go, Mo Xiao immediately grabbed him back.

"It's better not to hold hands when you run away."

After Belita glanced at the two with an ugly expression, she suddenly interrupted.

"It's easy to fall, and swinging your hands for balance can also speed up your running."

"Fine."

Mo Xiao said as if he was coping, but still did not let go.

But what happened just now was really thrilling.

When Ingolf walked over slowly, she originally wanted to rush over to cover up again, but for some reason, she suddenly had a kind of wilderness in her mind that would detour here from that corridor. The idea was completely unreasonable, and she didn't even know there were other corridors behind that corner.

But she thought about it anyway, as if the moor had somehow told her himself.

And their luck was indeed very good. Ingleff was too obsessed with the goal in front of him, and he never looked back at Mo Xiao, and the crackling sound of the burning wood covered up the footsteps in the wasteland to a certain extent...

"By the way, I, can I ask a question?"

Miwa Ito said suddenly while running, maybe because she had been running for too long, she was a little slurred.

"Where are we going to escape next?"

"Run down."

Huang Yuan said decisively, without even thinking about it.

"Run down? Then don't we run back?"

asked George.

"Well, let's go back and go underground."

"Why?"

"Because Mo You and Manager Tang are there."

"Your Majesty...! Hey, how do you know?"

"I just thought of it."

"This statement is too irresponsible..."

"Something is running forward, it may be the Nordic man's men."

As he spoke, the wasteland suddenly interrupted George's words.

"Six... no, there are probably more than ten."

He analyzed calmly.

"Don't worry about them, if you keep the current speed, they will pass us by."

"How did you know?"

Mo Xiao glared at the back of Huang Yuan's head. She wanted to refute this baseless and inexplicable judgment, but seeing his resolute running figure, she fell silent. The wilderness in front of him is completely different from the coward who escaped from the library at first, and it actually makes people have an indescribable feeling of wanting to rely on... But at the same time, a sense of strangeness is also present in Mo Xiao. In the heart arises spontaneously.

"Can you still have a mini-map in your head?"

She murmured softly, when she came out of the library, she was the one who led him to run, but now, the sequence has been completely reversed.

And then, as expected, just as they ran across an intersection, dozens of aimless Vikings poured out from the roads on both sides and blocked the road. One move is dead.

Next, Wasteland led the team all the way down. He didn't know what method he used. He almost accurately predicted the dynamics of the Vikings. Even though the Vikings appeared more and more frequently, their numbers were also increasing.

Maybe Ingolf also noticed their movements, so he mobilized the Vikings to go there. However, the iris sensors of these Vikings still didn't start much, they just blocked the intersection and didn't pursue them.

Mo Xiao thought, maybe he really wanted to capture the wasteland alive.

This is not like the behavior of the wasteland.

After nearly half an hour of the marathon, Huangyuan finally led everyone to the hellish first floor. The tragedy on the first floor was obvious to all, but it was as if they hadn’t seen anything. Turned into an unfamiliar road, then stopped the car near a wall, and then kicked the wall away with a professional roundabout kick. The roads are as deep as the underground farms.

Stepping through this deep ladder, they finally came to the bottom of the entire eternal dead.

This is a natural karst cave. There is a huge lake in the depths of the karst cave. In front of the lake, the wretched undead are busy moving supplies and moving all usable things to the submarine floating on the lake, so no one pays attention. to them.

Mo You was standing in front of the submarine, and looked back at Mo Xiao and the others who were resting on their knees in a mess.

"You are still alive."

"So far it looks like it is."

Mo Xiao panted heavily and responded.

"It seems that you have already made plans, and I know where you are going."

"We are going there together, there is everything about us, and the ten years that have disappeared." Mo You turned to look at the wasteland.

But the wilderness didn't answer, he didn't move, just looked up at the top of the cave above the lake like a statue, staring at the dancing sparkling waves, as if he saw the universe shining in the starry sky.

"Hope is everything I look forward to."