Chapter 1856: Plant Seedbed (6)
Red hair and heavy beard, although not tall, he has a strong body.
Coupled with the powerful voice and the flaming attack that was launched just when it was time to take action, the person who called White had a good image of a hero.
The most eye-catching thing about the hero at this moment is his blue and black clothes.
The exquisite tailoring and cumbersome style are in sharp contrast to a group of people. At the same time, there is even a trident pattern with gold patterns on a black background.
That is the symbol of the Siren, which I have seen in the wasteland.
Obviously, unlike other prisoners, this one is most likely accompanying someone in prison.
This should be why this temporarily formed self-rescue team vaguely respects his opinions.
For example, behind White, a much thinner and younger woman showed no sign of expressing an opinion, whether it was the attack just now or the questioning at this moment. She just pursed her lips and walked around. Look around.
In addition to looking the youngest, this one also seems to have the healthiest face.
The red lips and smart eyes are in sharp contrast to the black-haired lady here.
"But this will only make the pollution spread more seriously..."
Facing White's inspection, the black-haired lady looked back deeply, and then continued to turn her eyes to the deformed figure. The cell door commented softly on his statement.
Under continuous destruction, the strange creation was completely turned into ashes, leaving no trace.
But in theory, this is a troublesome place. There is no dust, and the pollution spread rate is 100%.
"But it may not make our situation more serious."
Unfortunately, White was obviously very confident in his own judgment and responded almost instantly.
"It's already infected, isn't it? It's better than running out and causing trouble when we are trying to find a way out."
As the saying goes, a real man never looks back at the explosion, and asked with a sneer. , he didn't even glance at his victory.
"Including this Ms. An."
The next moment, he directly dragged the hand of the person next to him.
The latter remained silent, and obviously restrained the urge to pull back, allowing the other party to pull up his sleeves.
It’s not snow-white, but it’s so delicate and shiny that even though the scarlet blood line is only very slight, it still makes it look hideous and dazzling.
Of course, no matter what, he is still the least serious among them all.
"Then you can call them Gil, Li, and Maester... who is this?"
Just when the black-haired lady was speechless, White pointed to her, her sports student teammates, and the two rescued people and introduced them in turn.
When his eyes finally fell on Fu Qian, he narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.
“You don’t know him?”
The black-haired lady, Jill, finally screamed because of the last sentence.
……
Why is the name of the inmate brother different from that of other people?
In addition, it seems that Brother White is not only subordinate to the staff here, but is even a leader.
Of course, in terms of strength, he is indeed enough to be a prison chief.
Becoming the focus of attention instantly, even the atmosphere of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds was diluted a bit due to this, but Fu Qian remained calm and composed.
Ms. Gill’s surprise is normal.
It was obviously a temporary team, but Brother White knew the names of everyone except himself, and even the nicknames for the inmates.
This level of treasures, as mentioned before, is obviously a prison manager.
However, he didn't know his name. This made the already abnormal double room look even more suspicious.
Even in comparison, his fellow prisoner, known as the bachelor, had the most violent reaction.
After all, he had thought about this problem before, but in the end he also didn't get the result.
On the one hand, it is a suspicious person, and on the other hand, according to the information provided by Jill, the source of Scarlet Fever has not been found so far...
However, although he can understand this, Fu Qian does not Blame the warehouse extra.
One code equals one code, and it makes sense to come out and mix.
Although the identity setting is a bit perfunctory, compared to the beginning, I have already changed my face.
So much so that it would be useless even if Chief White knew all the prisoners.
"It doesn't matter, just call me a sinner."
With a chuckle, Fu Qian finally spoke, and even followed the cell culture and gave himself a congratulatory nickname.
……
“He is locked up in the same place as me, don’t you know?”
More than one person was still on alert, even after Fu Qian introduced himself.
In the stalemate, Brother Bachelor finally tried to break the situation and asked White in disbelief.
"With you...why should I lock you together?"
The latter's brows instantly tightened and he asked almost subconsciously.
Under this statement, even Ms. An next to him had gray-green flashes in her palms, full of hostility.
"Wait a minute, it seems like it's really..."
However, at this tense moment, Brother White suddenly remembered something and his eyes widened suddenly.
"Someone just arrived recently. His name, um...it was indeed me who arranged him there..."
Staring at Fu Qian's face, it was obvious that he was trying his best to remember. , and finally nodded in the affirmative.
Huh?
This conclusion made the atmosphere suddenly jump again.
I felt suspicious earlier, and thought I had caught the culprit, but I didn’t expect that an official certification came in the end.
For a moment, Jill and the others didn’t know how to react.
Let’s just say, things have two sides.
And he smiled lowly again, obviously not paying attention to this embarrassing scene.
Being perfunctory also has the advantage of being perfunctory. It seems that the warehouse has given its identity to a rigid manner. Not only is it crammed into a rare double room, but there is no accompanying name of the prisoner, and there is not even a photo in the file.
This was originally a doubtful point that would be exposed at the first touch, but combined with the current situation, it has a different kind of mystery - Brother White seems to be worried about the impact of Scarlet Fever on the brain.
Obviously there is such a thing, but I can’t remember the key information about the cause and effect, and I don’t even have any idea of what it looks like.
Compared to being influenced by professionalism, it is obviously an easier possibility to think of the possibility that Scarlet Fever has become increasingly serious and caused memory loss.
In such a tense situation, once similar tendencies are shown, leadership will undoubtedly be questioned.
He was probably hesitating about his name just now, but in the end he was unwilling to get too involved.
"Since Mr. Sinner has no problem, should we continue? Which way to go?"
At this time, the voice came from the side, it was the person who was watching White's performance the whole time. Gill was already urging everyone to continue taking action.
Judging from the reaction, it’s hard to tell how much she trusts White’s words.
But it is just a broken ship with its own feet. It would be too extravagant to cover everything.