"boom!"
Two bullets hit the middle-aged man's chest. The sailor gritted his teeth and pulled the screaming woman, pulling out a document from his pocket: "Security Bureau, you are under arrest!"
……
"Are you willing to be the wall in the shadows, the horn of the sleepless, the shield that protects the kingdom, and dedicate all the glory to the lion in the shadows, tonight and every night."
"I am willing."
……
The old man on the airship suddenly trembled, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He was trembling, raised his hand and pointed at the man opposite him, covered his neck with his other hand, his face was ferocious but he could not speak.
"The detective asked me to bring you a message."
The man's face changed, revealing a thin face like the bark falling off a tree.
"Smoke less in the future. It's bad for your health."
……
"With that, I appoint Shasha-Emaar as the 47th Director of the Sara Homeland Security Department. I hope you will fulfill all your oaths faithfully."
Senar carefully picked up a silver pistol on the tray and handed it to the woman below with both hands.
"clang--"
"clang--"
"clang--"
The bell rang again outside.
The gray-haired girl stood in the audience, watching the woman take the gun, stand up straight, turn around and smile at her.
She responded with a bright smile.
He raised his hand and quietly gave her a thumbs up.
Unit Summary
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Then it’s a routine summary~
I saw some comments asking whether this would be the end. You are thinking too much. After all, it also lays the groundwork for other countries. It would be too ridiculous for the little angel Hitzfeld to end like this without even leaving the country in his life. Don't worry, there will be more to come.
Even if I am shameless and learn from Conan, I can just follow the pure unit drama mode (confusing the concept of time) and add 1000 million words without any problem.
Of course I won't do that. 300 million words is considered quite long for an online novel. According to my habit, I will end the novel with about this number of words if nothing unexpected happens.
However, Hitzfeld's works are somewhat different from his previous ones. Some of the refined units are very short, which really tests my ability to make up stories. If I can't make them up by then, it may only take more than 200 million words to finish. If I can still make them up, then maybe I can write more.
What I can guarantee is that I have certain requirements for the quality of the stories I write. If they don’t meet a certain standard, I might not be willing to write this plot.
In fact, the hunting group fell into this dilemma in the later period.
Plus, I encountered some setbacks in my life at that time, so I was a little out of shape.
But I don’t regret writing about mecha, because it is the romance of mankind.
Some things can only be understood after trying them.
But this is going too far, so let’s get back to the topic and talk about the Dead Woods.
The origin of the dead woodland is a nightmare I had.
In the nightmare, I was a little girl. When I woke up, I found myself in an abandoned residential building. The building was surrounded by dense, dark, dead trees that completely surrounded the building. I was the only one I could see.
Then I dreamed that someone discovered me, and they seemed to be very afraid of me. In the process, they were eaten by the monster locked upstairs. Then they were surprised to find that the monster was very afraid of me and did not dare to get close to me at all.
This description is actually a bit confusing, but dreams are actually like this. The feeling of space tearing and jumping is very serious... Anyway, I found out that I was actually a tree, a tree that awakens periodically and after awakening absorbs all the vitality nearby at once, creating destruction and death.
I told this dream in the group at that time, and later I started to think about how to insert the relevant settings into the plot, but if I have to count it now, I can’t remember whether I have been laying the groundwork since the first unit.
Then there is the issue of the pit...
This volume is very long, with a lot of words. The shortest unit in this book seems to be only 8 words, and this unit is almost 36, which is the longest unit. In addition to the fact that there are indeed more things involved and more characters appearing, it is also to fill in the gaps better.
Basically, a lot of holes that have been buried since the first unit have been filled in this volume. For example, the origin of the name of Blackwood Town, the hidden dangers of the royal court, the hypothesis of usurping the country, the mystery of Miss Xia's life experience, Ethan's past, and also giving Batty a decent ending.
In such an era, it is hard to find any profession with a lower sudden death rate than that of the Shadow Lion director.
I thought many times whether to write his death more sensationally, but I didn't do so in the end. Because I think that would go too far against the original intention of the creation. The way I most admire to move readers is always to try to use a relatively plain and straightforward tone to describe something that really seems to have happened. If this process can really resonate, then the emotional change is a natural result.
Instead of deliberately guiding...Of course, there is no good or bad in these writing methods, it’s just my personal habit.
From my own perspective, I would rate the Deadwood volume as being relatively tough.
The core point of Insomnia can be said to be sacrifice, the core point of Balvik can be said to be a satire on greed and a celebration of the beauty of human nature, the core point of Death Ticket can be said to be trust, the core point of Crystal Sea can be said to be maternal love... and so on.
These are relatively obvious, easy to see and resonate with, while the core points of Deadwood are not very prominent in comparison because there are too many of them.
If I have to describe it in one word, I think it’s redemption.
From Heidegger's unjust case to his reconciliation with the father in his childhood impression, this is Ethan Doyle's redemption.
From an unlikable villain to a loyal minister who would rather die than defend the royal power, this is Daniel Vista's redemption.
From an out-of-line undercover/waste/rookie to standing on the team and playing to their own value, this is the redemption of Pippen Ovis and Graeme Alex.
From a guilty penitent who once thought of escaping by going to jail to a hero determined to sacrifice everything for justice, this is the redemption of Batti Villefort.
And of course the most important thing is - from being loyal to the royal power to wanting revenge on the royal power after learning the truth, and then to thoroughly understanding all the secrets, and deciding to take over the banner of justice from Villefort with the encouragement of Hitzfeld - this is the redemption of Xiasha-Imaer, Xia Yibing, and Miss Xia.
Ah, actually, Charuni decided to return the kingship to the Haven family, and Katina decided to rewrite the direction of human destiny... These can be said, but they are a bit forced and unnecessary.
Everyone was fighting against evil with all their might, and to get such a good result in the end, they all made great efforts and sacrifices.
This is what I want to express, not that Hitzfeld alone can solve the problem of such a powerful enemy.
She is indeed amazing, but she also needs some help.
This volume and this unit have prepared all her helpers. Several characters have truly established themselves since then.
Apart from the core points of the portrayal, this is the biggest gain.
But I do prefer her. I forgot where I saw a discussion that said that for stories involving detectives, the best way to deal with them is to let the detective take the initiative to find the murderer.
I could have spent more time and effort on the battle with Katina, describing this villain's past in a sentimental way and giving her a stronger personality, so that there would be a better dramatic effect when she was defeated... But I thought that would be rather clichéd and might not turn out well.
But the missing sense of heaviness must be made up from other places, otherwise the ending of the story will be very thin and a bit top-heavy, so I designed an additional hidden plot of Xilu's betrayal at the beginning, intending to let Hitzfeld do the final finishing touch.
On the one hand it adds a sense of heaviness and drama, and on the other hand it further interprets and emphasizes her profession: she is just, and still is, a detective.
As for the finale, anyone with a little experience can tell which movie it is paying homage to. I won't say more.
The story of the Dead Woodland ends here.
No goodbyes, no day off.
Because the battery of my mouse ran out a few days ago, I couldn't send out the second chapter. After six o'clock, I was forced to use up my last leave application.
So... I can only repeat this sentence, "People are forced to do what they want."
I'll rack my brains to think about what to write in the next volume...
Chapter 221 The Hostess of No.
Another morning, at daybreak, Hitzfeld packed up and prepared to go out.
As usual, she took out a conservative black long skirt, rummaged through the closet, and chose a fine-woven women's white shirt with silver buttons and a pure black cocktail jacket to match.
As time went by, her figure was no longer completely in the girlish category. The white shirt that needed to be tucked in and the long skirt with a waist would make some of her lines appear too prominent, so even though it was not very cold outside, she still took an extra coat for herself.
Of course, before putting on these clothes, she did not forget to pick out one of the "fluff balls" from the drawer and turn it over to turn it into a pair of nylon pantyhose.
"Black." An accurate assessment came from behind.
Behind her, on a large bed placed on the ceiling wall of the bedroom, the newly promoted female police captain was leaning on the pillow with her shoulders half exposed. The expression on her face looking over was both cheerful and a little bit ambiguous.
"It's all because of you that you polluted my sock pool." Hitzfeld turned around and glared at her, then steadied his center of gravity, lifted one foot out of the slipper, maintained the posture of standing on one leg, and slowly stepped his toes into the sock tube.
From her straight instep to her slender ankles, and then to her calves without a trace of fat, Xia Yibing quietly admired her as she wrapped both legs in socks, and finally lifted the edge of the pantyhose, turning her fingers as she lifted it, to ensure that it could fit her body more perfectly.
The other person's nightgown was shorter than the long skirt, and she just noticed a detail: a little bit of light-colored fabric could be vaguely seen in the deepest part of the black nylon.
That is the color of the girl's underwear, and according to the matching etiquette taught by Lilith-Gree, white interior + white socks is a combination that is only considered in specific occasions, and it is absolutely forbidden to wear like this under normal circumstances.
So here's the question: Hitzfeld keeps saying that she prefers to wear white socks...but she always seems to choose white underwear these days.
This shows that she was actually prepared to wear those black socks a long time ago, and she was probably just being stubborn if she didn't say so.
Xia Yibing didn't intend to expose her because she thought such a girl was more adorable.
She would wonder...whether Hitzfeld was deliberately trying to comfort her in this way - pretending to casually choose her socks and then putting them on himself without a care, which could also be taken as a hint that they were really together.
Oh, for now it just means living together.
The person she likes is so gentle and considerate. Xia Yibing was so happy that she slipped out of the bed wearing a nightgown that could barely cover her body. While the girl was putting on her skirt, she suddenly rushed over and hugged her.
"!" Hitzfeld was frightened by her and was about to get angry when he heard a heavy breathing sound directly against his ear.
She knew that the woman was not planning to do anything bad. She just wanted to hug her and then inhale the... in her words - the sweet smell coming from her hair.
It's almost like sucking a cat.
"Don't you smoke enough every night?" She put down her skirt helplessly and let the woman smoke fiercely. "Maybe I should spray the pillow and quilt with perfume of similar smell. Then I might be able to successfully lock up the new head of Sarah's Homeland Security Department and make him never want to come out in his life."
"Unless there's a human-shaped pillow named Aisuen Hitzfeld in there," Xia Yibing teased her, "Then I really won't want to get up. I can hold you in bed until the end of the world."
"Let go, or you'll miss the morning market."
Knowing that she couldn't go too far, Xia Yibing let go of her and looked at her with a wary look. She insisted that she put on her going-out skirt from under her nightgown first before she was willing to take off her nightgown.
In theory, two people who have established a relationship should not be so defensive - for example, she herself has no awareness in this regard, and often walks around the house without any cover when washing or bathing.
But Hitzfeld...how should I put it, she is as conservative as ever, and every time I suddenly see her unconscious look, I get startled and start blushing and feeling shy.
This was the first time Xia Yibing had experienced such a life. She didn't know if this was right, because the novels she had read didn't have such plots. After the lovers confirmed their relationship, they would always quickly become inseparable. They were shy? They wanted to eat each other up in one bite.
But she really liked Aisuen Hitzfeld. Although she didn't know if it was right or not, she felt that even if it wasn't right, it was right for the girl to do it.
"I'm leaving." After changing into a full set of equipment, Hitzfeld picked up a small black tie and a clean eye mask from the table.
"Ashley is probably still eating glutinous rice cakes, what about you? What do you eat?"
"Sesame fresh meat pie, duck fat flavor." Xia Yibing sat back on the bed, counting on her fingers and thinking, "It's spring now... Let's buy some iced pumpkin juice."
Hitzfeld took out a notebook and pen and wrote down her requests one by one.
She would go to the morning market, not only to buy breakfast, but also to buy enough food for a family of three to eat for at least two days.
Because after they opened up to each other, Xia Yibing had moved to the house on Iris Street to live with her.
And she took the initiative to supervise and urge the woman to do this, just to fulfill the promise: she would dream with her.
Judging from Xia Yibing's performance during this period... we can even use her performance just now to judge the effect - it is quite good. To describe it in gaming terms, "the whole person's complexion has improved to a higher level", and she looks more energetic than before.
Of course, her supervision and treatment had not actually ended. Because she had indeed had a semi-corrupted experience, the bureau had sent a specialist to live next door, just in case.
In order to achieve this effect, Hitzfeld needs to act as a human pillow for the other person to hug every night.
At first she was not used to it because she couldn't fall asleep. But after making sure that the woman was not opposed to sleeping with the light on, she came up with an idea. She picked out some thin books and notes that were easy to hold. Every night, with the light on, she would turn the pages of the book and read while the woman was hugged from behind while she was sleeping.
Normally this is bad for the eyes, so if she doesn't want to wear glasses at such a young age, she still has to find a way to solve the problem of insomnia.
But that would be equivalent to treating the aftereffects of the Devourer. Hitzfeld knew very well that the reason he could still "protect himself" was because of this excuse.
She was not sure whether she was mentally prepared, so due to various factors, she was not very anxious about it.
She is not in a hurry, but someone is.
The morning light shone dimly through the curtains, onto the girl's head and shoulders.
Because of the action of lowering her head to record, two strands of gray hair fell down from the sides of her cheeks, making that beautiful face look extremely quiet and peaceful.
Add to that the apron she wore to avoid dirtying her skirt, and the wooden vine fruit basket hanging on the crook of her left arm...this picture directly struck the woman's heart, and she couldn't help but slip off the bed again, and go around behind the girl and stick close to her.
"It's endless, right?"
