"Yes, squadron leader."

Karen lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Recently, there have been several disappearances of servants of the Cult of Order in York City, and Geng Di's team is responsible for the investigation."

"Is it serious?"

"It's not serious yet. It's just the servants of God who are missing. The details will depend on how things develop. Okay, I'm going back. When will you lead the team back?"

"If there's nothing else, I think it'll be a few more days."

"I'll let you know if anything happens."

"Okay, squadron leader, um, do you want to go back by car?"

"Of course, I have to sit in a wheelchair and have nothing else to do. It's so cheap to burn gas in a car. I'm going to sit in the teleportation circle when my brain is wet."

"Yes, I very much agree."

"So, after hearing what I said, shouldn't you offer to help me advance the cost of the teleportation circle so that your recovering squadron leader can return to his home in York City more comfortably?"

Karen took out a 100 real note, put it in Neo's hand, and said:

"Of course, this is the gas fee."

…

Neo went back, and Karen walked back to the inpatient building alone.

Philomena's ward was still lively. Looking through the glass window of the ward, one could clearly see the impatience on Philomena's face.

After Karen entered, his impatient expression subsided.

Everyone else has gone back to their respective wards, but Ashley, Blanche, Richard and Ventura are sitting next to them on the hospital bed playing cards.

Karen walked over and picked up the sleeping Pu'er and reminded: "Maybe you can consider other people's rest."

Richard shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'm playing in Philomena's place and I've won a lot."

"Point coupons?"

"No, it's Rael."

"Then just fight."

"Yes, Captain."

Karen hugged Pu'er and returned to his ward. After a while, the card game over there should have ended, and Richard walked in, holding two bananas in his hand: "Hey, the lady at the nurse's desk thinks I

He was very funny and specially gave me two bananas."

After speaking, Richard saw the large fruit basket placed on the cabinet next to Karen's bed.

"Tsk..."

Richard smacked his mouth, okay, he's used to it.

"Karen, aren't you lonely?"

"You're not lonely." Karen lay on the bed, "Are you lonely?"

"A little bit."

"Then you can go to the Dim Sum Street in Sangpu City to express condolences and listen to their life demands."

"It's not that lonely." Richard sat down next to Karen's bed and said while eating a banana, "I think I want to find a foothold in our team. Now I'm so embarrassed. There's Memphis in the formation.

They are much higher than me in terms of treatment, including Blanche, and her priest's healing effect is also stronger than mine."

"You are an all-rounder and can go wherever needed. How wonderful."

"Are you comforting me or praising me?"

"praise."

"Okay, then I believe it, but I think some of my abilities can still be strengthened and developed, such as...Jerry."

"Who is Jerry?"

"This is the name I gave to the little cutie inside me. I think its abilities can be further strengthened and explored."

"When you get back, just go and beg your dad to beat you a few more times."

"No, that's not what I meant. My idea is, can I ask Ashley's parents for help? You know, they are very knowledgeable in this area, maybe they can..."

"Richard."

"Um?"

"You are such a worm, you can't see the light of day. You can trust Ashley, but not her parents."

"Okay, I understand."

"I will keep an eye out for you and wait for my news." Karen plans to ask Neo the next time he has the opportunity. He has the memory of Mr. Phileas in his mind, and maybe there is a method for subsequent development of this bug.

Eucalyptus.

"Well, Karen, then I'll be fine."

Karen waved to him.

After Richard left, Karen picked up the newspaper beside her and flipped through it casually. It was not the "Order Weekly" but the "Sampu Daily News".

It reported extensively on the news that a large number of purple-haired workers were preparing to hold demonstrations at the call of Mr. Luther.

The genocide against purple-haired people in York City that night further spread Mr. Luther's influence. Before that, many purple-haired people were not keen on participating in such political activities. On the one hand, the work was very hard and their survival instincts

It is very difficult; secondly, they always regard themselves as outsiders and do not feel that they can also obtain rights through political activities.

Karen couldn't help but think of the bodyguards of the Priests of Order he saw beside Mr. Luther on the road that day. Maybe the genocide that night was just a prelude, and the subsequent development was still part of a certain plan.

Sometimes Karen can't help but have some doubts. Although he is in the Cult of Order, he always feels strange to this Cult.

This church not only gave birth to Diss, but now also the Gandillos... Maybe there are some other people who have left their obscured footprints in the long history of Order.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Karen went to take a shower and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

In the days after the mission is completed, I always sleep surprisingly well.

In the morning, Karen was awakened by the sound of running water in the bathroom. When she opened her eyes, she habitually turned her head to look at her pillow, but she didn't see the black figure.

He got up, went to the bathroom, opened the door, and saw Pu'er on the sink, wiping hair lotion on his head.

The stopper of the washbasin was blocked, and water accumulated, which happened to be a small Pu'er bathtub.

"You're awake." Karen said.

"Did it wake you up?" Pu'er asked.

"No, it's already time."

Pu'er continued to look at himself in the mirror and said: "My body is a little sore. Aceros's stomach is already dirty and smells like salted fish."

"I thought you wouldn't dislike the smell."

"How can I not dislike it? I used to help its father with cleaning."

Karen walked to the sink, put some shampoo in her hands, and rubbed Pu'er's head.

Pu'er simply gave up and enjoyed the head massage service with squinted cat eyes.

When Karen was about to apply shampoo to wash her body again, Pu'er immediately opened her eyes and reminded: "Shower gel!"

Karen laughed and asked, "What is the difference between body wash and shampoo to you?"

"Of course there are differences. The ritual sense of life is reflected in these fine divisions of labor. Otherwise, why would you like to eat wontons instead of just eating meat dumplings with dough?"

"Well, you're right."

"By the way, this is a hospital. Are you injured?"

"I'm fine."

"You don't have anyone lying in the morgue anymore, right?"

"No."

"Huh, that's good." Pu'er breathed a long sigh of relief, "I think a lot of things must have happened."

"Yes."

"I'll ask the radio fairy. I'm too lazy to ask you to repeat it again, because I'm afraid you'll be tired."

"OK."

Karen began to rinse Pu'er, and then picked up a dry towel to wipe it's body.

"Oh, it's still comfortable for me to take a bath with my big ass, but you still don't know how to take care of others."

"My specialty is caring for the dead."

Karen slapped Pu'er on the butt and said, "Besides, when you turn back into a human in the future, Xili may not be as big as you."

"Oh, sure enough, when a man says he doesn't mind you being fat, you'd be a fool if you really take it seriously."
To be continued...