In the corner of the narrow and dark floor corridor, large areas of wall paint have peeled off, revealing the broken and old cement inside.

The dripping pipe was dripping, causing damp water on the ground, which was heard by a burst of footsteps. From time to time, the messy and intertwined wires made a snapping sound that was about to short-circuit. There was a peculiar smell from the garbage pile at the corner of the corridor, as well as the pungent smell of spray paint.

.

Elizabeth felt that she was holding a spray paint can and spraying a new graffiti on the already mottled wall.

These perceptions were sometimes pulled away and sometimes pushed closer, causing her great mental pressure. The other party... was an extraordinary person...

Lines sprayed onto the broken wall, and soon formed a human-shaped shadow.

She felt an emotion. From the figure graffiti, she seemed to see the people coming and going on the streets, overpasses, and rooftops. This figure could be you, me, him, or her...

…

This is not a specific person... this is a person from Chengzhai...

This is, an idea...

The walled city needs to be changed, the fire brings reconstruction, let us be reborn in the fire, this is...

"The magical drama will be released soon." She murmured, her voice could only be heard by herself, but it was very firm, full of expectation and enthusiasm. This graffiti was a belief.

Suddenly, she seemed to vaguely hear the sound of someone coming around the corner, and it was time for her to leave.

Using the power of the extraordinary program, she ran quickly towards the other end and instantly became a phantom.

Elizabeth suddenly understood that she was a rooftop postman.

The runner profession system, the side door, and the city rooftop postman are all in this profession system. Through the program, the body's potential is unleashed, the running speed is accelerated, the jumping height is increased, and the people can shuttle flexibly and quickly between the rooftops of the buildings.

The postman was leaving the range of sight, but she had not yet returned to reality. She felt that her body was being torn apart.

Along with this heartbreaking pain, the integrity of the personality is also declining, and danger is approaching.

She needs to actively end retrospection and break away from this afterimage data of the past...

"Ah!" Elizabeth gathered her energy and visualized her own image.

The newly dyed red hair was as bright as the blood flowing from the fist stone. With a sudden movement, she felt herself re-formed, finally leaving the illusion and going back.

Her hand that was pressing the graffiti on the wall was trembling slightly, and it wasn't just the residual data of the transcendent that was causing it.

It was the common connection between this graffiti and other similar graffiti in the walled city that almost brought her down.

"The user returns and the protection mode is lifted." Jianbao's voice sounded. "User dissatisfaction has increased, and the jester mode is activated: Since you are spying on others, isn't it just what you want to see a scene that is so exciting that you can't help yourself?

"

Elizabeth couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and her heart felt really relieved.

She nodded to Ayako, the three of them, and the security team, "I'm fine, I think I saw some clues."

At that moment, Elizabeth called Master Wu Zhen and Taoist Master Yu Cheng over, told them about the "Magical Drama" and other new clues, and asked them some questions about the city's religion, the strange feeling of graffiti, etc.

Listening to their answers, her doubts became less and less, and the clouds gradually cleared away.

"Let's go back and talk to Mr. Dro." Elizabeth walked back to the road, her heart feeling heavy again.

There is a traitor among the rooftop postmen. Does the board of directors know about this?

Not long after, everyone returned to the rooftop, and then crossed back to the building where the rooftop postman headquarters was located. After passing through the crowded and lively crowd of vendors and passers-by, Elizabeth led Ayako and others into the meeting hall again.

The hall is paved with old checkered tiles and has many rows of chairs. The space is also narrow, but the light is fairly bright.

Someone had announced their arrival earlier, and Mr. Dro stood in front of the altar in the hall again. There were some impatient wrinkles on his middle-aged face. He must have been a good runner when he was young.

But I don’t know if he modified it himself or if he injured his leg somehow. The right leg exposed outside his shorts is entirely made of mechanical material.

"Mr. Dro." Elizabeth said straight to the point while observing the other party's reaction: "Magic show. No matter where the graffiti appears in the city, it is a possible arson point. It can be any one or all of them.

"

This was what she had felt from the emotion she had just watched, and she had sorted it out after asking Master Wu Zhen and the others.

She immediately saw Mr. Dro's face change color slightly. She must have said it right, and said again:

"This is a big fabrication, and it is inseparable from the joint design of the fabricator and the painter. There is some connection between the graffiti."

The painter profession is a main profession and belongs to the eleventh house together with the actor and hunter professions.

Painter, Xusu.

Xu, the original meaning is "big hill", which means big earth mountain. Big mountains can make people feel sublime, and the best paintings can also create this kind of passion, and the feeling of sublimity can bring people into another state of mind.

The word "empty" reveals the essence of the painting.

The Eleventh Era is the prophesied future era. The prophecy states that it will be an era of recovery after the post-war phase of mercy and peace.

The recovery of all things requires water, and water comes from Aquarius. This is why the eleventh age is the house of Aquarius.

These three main functions can be traced back to the earliest days of human civilization, and they are one of the foundations of civilization:

Actors, all dramas originate from religious activities, and primitive rituals such as worshiping gods and exorcising ghosts require actors; painters, the birth of words comes from the simplest symbolic lines, and all words are originally paintings; hunters, tribes have food to survive.

If a fabricator uses stories and words to influence others, a painter uses lines and pictures.

"If there is no effective prevention, once the magic show is completed."

This is what Master Wu Zhen told her just now. Elizabeth paused and said in a deep voice: "People who have been affected by graffiti have their inner demons ignited, and they may set fires everywhere, and fires will break out at every graffiti location."

According to Xiaomei, this graffiti has bloomed all over the walled city, and the situation is unimaginable.

"Miss Sterling, thank you for your hard work in the city." Mr. Dro still didn't want to talk more, "We will handle it."

Even though she knew that she was not trusted because she was misunderstood as a blood eater, Elizabeth was still a little angry:

"Tens of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of people have lost their lives! It's still the day of the festival in two days, and the flow of people will become bigger and denser. A fire can destroy a lot.

"I now suspect that a rooftop postman participated in the fabrication of this magic show. I wonder what the council thinks of it? What about you, Mr. Dro?"

She told the truth that there was something wrong within the postman. Could it even be you, Mr. Dro, who had the problem?

Over there, Master Wu Zhen held the beads and clasped his hands together, muttering Buddhist scriptures.

Ayako and Taoist Yu Cheng looked at each other. They both knew that although the leader of the Hongyu Investigation Team was a nice person and wanted to get closer to the street, he still acted like a young lady.

Her words were so fierce that Mr. Dro and the others could have just kicked her out behind closed doors and ignored her.

At this time, Mr. Dro's face wrinkled even more tightly, and the middle-aged postmen next to him didn't look good either.

They seemed to be about to expel the guests, but Mr. Dro waved his hand to stop them.

Maybe it's because Elizabeth's red hair really doesn't look like a banker, or maybe there are other reasons.

"Miss Sterling." Mr. Dro looked at the bustling scene on the rooftop just outside the door and said calmly:

"The Walled City is our home, but life here is not always good, it can also be very difficult.

"We don't have running water, so we pump groundwater. To bring the water up, we first have to pump it to the water storage tank on the rooftop of the building, and then distribute it through water pipes to the units below.

“But many people here can’t even afford water pipe connection fees. It’s Tangkou’s activities that provide them with those pipe equipment.

"Furthermore, due to water pressure issues, water can only be pumped out at certain times every day. The groundwater is very turbid and always has a pungent smell, carrying the stench of industrial pollution and garbage from the mud pond. It was originally boiled

It is not suitable for drinking, but we just drink the water and can only boil it a few times.

"Miss Sterling, no matter if you are kind or not, you will never truly understand Chengzhai. Only Chengzhai people understand this kind of life, and only Chengzhai people can endure it and still laugh and laugh for another day.

“It’s just that people often still need a little new hope and some new ideas to sustain themselves.

"Some people, especially young people, will go down a wrong path, but this does not mean that they are extremely evil and hopeless. They just took a wrong turn at an alley intersection, so they can just turn back at the next intersection.

.

"But what we old guys can be sure of is that if we believe Santo Company's words, we will embark on a road of no return, and our lives will be even worse than those in the flesh and blood area and the muddy pond."

Elizabeth was silent and confused. She had just seen the giant water tank on the rooftop...

"We have noticed the graffiti you mentioned a long time ago." Mr. Dro said again, his voice still as calm as if he was talking to himself.

"The Shen Gong Association is a new secret organization that has appeared in the Walled City in the past two years. We don't know yet whether the fire last year was started by the Shen Gong Association. Just because there is graffiti at the fire scene does not mean that it is definitely the truth.

"That fire hit the walled city hard. There have been many fires in the walled city, but this was the first time of that scale.

"Recently, people in the Walled City have been in a state of flux. You are right, there is a big fabrication shrouding the Walled City. The graffiti are always being scraped off and reappeared, more and more, and cannot be cleaned away, because the graffiti is in people's hearts.

"That's why we need to hold a festival. Only festivals can dispel the charm and erase the graffiti painted on people's hearts.

"Miss Sterling, if you really want to do something for the walled city, then help us complete this festival. Because the people of Santo, the people of the Shen Gong Association, and those hidden people we don't know, are definitely

Don't want us to finish it.

"Because of this, we kept moving the festival time forward to catch them off guard.

"Now, let me tell you, it doesn't matter if it is made public, this is already an open war.

"We are ready. Chengsai has been in existence for fifty-six years. In which year did the city government and banks not want to demolish us? Planting spies, setting fires, and forcing demolitions. This is not the first time that these things have happened. I believe this time the city

Sai can still survive.

"I've finished speaking. I have nothing more to say. Please do as you wish."

After Mr. Dro said that, he moved the mechanical leg and walked to the back of the hall with several other middle-aged postmen.
To be continued...