Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

"Nothing here, nothing there. Javi, if you really capture Capone and hand him over to the Guard Bureau, do you think they'll give you a bonus, or just a Lungmen Good Citizen Medal?"

Jawi hesitated and said, "It could be a Good Citizen Medal, or it could be both."

What a stupid guy!

Enraged, Mike grabbed the pliers from the workbench and lightly tapped him on the head with the rubber grips.

"Idiot! There's no news about Capone at this stage, which means the Guard Bureau is blocking information and searching for him secretly. If you send him back in such a high-profile manner, you probably won't get anything and will have to spend some time in jail!"

"What?! Is that really how it is?!"

The Luper stared wide-eyed, unable to understand the reason for this.

He couldn't understand it, and of course Mike wouldn't tell him.

The reasons why the Guard Bureau, Lin Yuxia, and Penguin Logistics sought out Capone are definitely not as simple as they appear on the surface.

If Javier is incredibly lucky and actually manages to catch the guy, the trouble he'll cause will be considerable. Saying he'll have to go to jail for a while isn't just a scare tactic.

Mike still couldn't understand why Texas would leave these three Syracuses with him; he couldn't see any hidden motives.

"Let's stop making a fuss. I'm just an ordinary car mechanic. Let it go, let it go, and everything will be fine."

Given the constant stream of people coming to him these past few days, Mike decided to close the repair shop for a while. Anyway, Penguin Logistics didn't specify when the sports car would be repaired, so he figured he'd give himself a break.

"The three of you don't need to come to work tomorrow. The store is closed and will reopen next Monday."

Austa exclaimed in surprise, "It's only Tuesday now! If we wait until next Monday, won't we have to rest for six days in between?!"

Mike nodded: "Yes, what's the problem? I'm the owner of this store. I want to take a vacation. Do I need anyone's approval or disapproval?"

As he took off his work clothes, he picked up a broom and shooed people outside: "Go, go, go, you're off work early today, it's your day off, go have some fun."

After chasing away the three reluctant Syracuseans, Mike checked the water and electricity in the repair shop, closed the roller shutter, got on his bicycle, and rode away.

……

Outer ring road of Longmen.

Mostima had been to this place before, as a messenger. She came and went in a hurry, never stopping to properly appreciate the city.

Just like the song goes, you only know how to cherish something after you lose it. When the fallen angel started to pay attention to the city, she realized that the person who used to walk the streets with her was no longer there.

She was holding a bag of fried stinky tofu. As a Lateranite with a sweet tooth, she naturally didn't like such strong flavors. But when she passed by the fried food shop, she bought a bag on a whim, only to find out that she didn't like it at all.

So who likes to eat it?

The sun was still high overhead, shining brightly, but a little rain fell from the clouds, drenching the fallen angel completely.

Her short hair was sticking to her forehead because it was damp. She clutched the stinky tofu in her hand and looked around blankly.

This is the outer ring of Longmen, an unfamiliar place.

I was so close, so very close, to being able to hold his hand.

The fallen angel closed her eyes, and the weight of heaven and earth pressed down on her like mountains and seas.

Regret, self-blame, and pain lingered endlessly.

"Oh, miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

The man on the bicycle stopped in front of the fallen angel, took an umbrella from the back seat, and opened it to shield himself from the torrential rain.

The book club will be updated tomorrow morning.

The first one is the book club group, 964595869. The question is the protagonist's name, which should be easy.

This is my third book on Arknights. My first book, "Arknights: Return to Rhodes Island," was 367 million words long and had 28000 favorites. It was published by Qidian Bookstore and had an average subscription rate of 496 when it ended. More than a year after it ended, it seems to have risen to 700. After I left, readers started to love me.

The second book, "Living in Terra, Sitting in Jail for Life," is 218 million words long and is now complete. It has 19000 favorites. It's a book by Hedgehog Cat, and it's alright. I'd say it has around 800 average subscriptions.

This is the third book. I've seen similar topics on Hedgehog Cat, but most of them weren't finished, so I thought I'd write one. Anyone have any questions? No, that's fine.

The tags "anime," "romance," "harem," and "Arknights" are all acceptable, right?

To reiterate, the group number is 964595869. Feel free to join, chat, urge updates, and provide suggestions.

thank.

21. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before.

If you saw an operator getting rained on one day, what choice would you make?

When Mike decided to leave Rhode Island, he asked himself similar questions, and he found that he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood; he had never made a deal with the Master of Mirrors, and he did not possess a heart of stone devoid of emotion.

His encounter with Mostima, who was standing bewildered in the rain, was an accident.

Mike can't predict the future, he can't figure out where the operators will appear, otherwise he wouldn't have confessed to so many people and ultimately failed.

The fallen angel raised her head, rain and tears streaming down her cheeks, blurring her vision. She could only see a man facing her.

"Thank you."

Mostima's hoarse voice was heartbreaking.

Mike feigned composure and said, "Miss, you'll get sick if you get caught in the rain like this."

The fallen angel nodded gently: "I forgot my umbrella when I went out today. I'll be more careful next time."

She has lost weight.

Her once round face had become sharp and pale, her delicate features now appearing haggard, her slightly furrowed brows adding to her melancholy, and the wetness made her even more endearing.

A name came to Mike's mind.

It's a pity he can't say it, otherwise he would definitely be exposed.

Lin Daiyu.

Not many people in this land know about Miss Lin, but Mostima happens to be one of them.

When Mike traveled with Mostima in Lungmen, he told her stories about his hometown, and the fallen angel expressed his longing for a world without Originium disasters.

Unfortunately, the final result wasn't good, because even without the Originium Cataclysm, the real world was still a mess, with hatred between people, war, and gender antagonism, at least two versions ahead of Terra.

Mike shoved the umbrella into Mostima's hand and backed away into the rain.

Mike was scared.

Afraid that she wouldn't be able to be ruthless, afraid of being rejected again, she lamented her fate.

He is a cunning evil spirit who has miraculously saved countless infected people from death, but he is powerless to fulfill his inner desires.

Mostima stared blankly at the person who disappeared into the rain. The rain also soaked his hair, and the gray strands stuck to his forehead. His eyes held a complex and contradictory expression.

What's wrong with this person?

Doesn't he need an umbrella?

"Remember to go back early," Mike said in a hoarse voice.

The scene of Mostima rejecting him was still vivid in his mind.

The fallen angel took two steps forward, but Mike had already gotten on his bicycle. She quickly asked, "How am I supposed to return the umbrella to you?!"

"Go find Penguin Logistics."

Mike fled as if running away, while Mostima stood there, watching him disappear into the street.

There were no more tears in his eyes, or rather, the raindrops in the sky had gradually lessened since the gentleman opened his umbrella, and now, the wind had blown away the clouds, and the golden sunlight was falling on Mostima's shoulder again.

who are you?

I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?

The fallen angel's fingers gripped the umbrella's handle tightly.

She remembered someone.

Although the two people look completely different, their eyes are remarkably similar.

Are there really two people on this land who look remarkably alike?

……

Completely soaked, Mike returned to his lodgings and took out clean clothes from the closet.

He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself, and felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

Kal'tsit's words still echoed in my ears.

"When you change into this body, you will no longer be the same person you were before."

Mike simply laughed in response, saying he had checked the soles of his feet and found no moles.

Could Kal'tsit possibly be the Fairy Zixia?

Mike, who has returned for a limited time, has lost patience with Lungmen's childish games. He doesn't have the Guard Bureau's search system or Penguin Logistics' extensive network of contacts, but finding Capone hiding in the slums is much easier for him than for either of those two factions.

In many cases, the outer ring of Longmen can be equated with the slums. Compared to the strictly law-abiding downtown area of ​​Longmen, the real boss here is Gray Lin, who used to be the Rat King and is now Lin Yuxia.

Mike spent two months in the slums, and he didn't sit idle. He walked through every street and alley of the outer ring of Longmen, becoming familiar with every part of the terrain. But there was one exception: the underground system of the outer ring of Longmen.

If you can't find the rats on the ground, there's only one possibility: they've hidden in the cold, damp sewers.

Over the past two or three decades, Longmen has returned to peace under the rule of Wei Yanwu, but before that, Longmen was a key battleground.

It was Yan Kingdom territory, but in Ursus's eyes, which was extremely eager for territory, it was already in their grasp.

Fortunately, Wei Yanwu, a powerful figure who appeared out of nowhere, was able to reclaim Lungmen. Nevertheless, Ursus still left a deep mark on this land.

For example, the sewer system.

Mike doesn't plan to target Capone anytime soon; he needs to find some clues on the ground first.

Capone was the spark that ignited the powder keg, but it was the target who followed him who truly detonated it.

"First Texas, then Mostima, I won't let you bully my girl."

The man put on his overcoat, straightened his shirt collar, and went out.

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