My Little Country

The appearance of the young Lang Anderson is undoubtedly an episode that can't make waves for a huge psychic contest.

It didn't even attract the attention of the director's department. Apart from the routine close-up shots of the registration that may not be broadcast, there was no more wasted time for the photographer.

Instead, he was ordered to follow Anderson. It was also considered as a half-time secret agent who escorted the bear to avoid accidents. He found that Anderson was really like a bear...

After booking a hostel for the rest of the day, the rest of the money was bought for snacks. The secret agent rubbed his temples gently and was about to report to his superiors that this was the time for a greedy bear child.

He saw the young Anderson boy with beautiful short maroon hair, after hiding the snacks in the house, he went straight out and ran to the National Museum.

"A bear kid of this age, will be interested in the museum?"

The secret service staff grunted, suspended reporting, and followed closely.

In order to attract the extraordinary, Mosca can be said to be the ultimate in details.

The National Museum is free all day, all exhibitions are open, and the guides in the museum are also replaced by well-mannered, sunny young men and women.

Xiao Yu was able to enter easily and feast his eyes.

As the capital of the polar bear country, Mosca's national museum is still very promising.

Hundreds of thousands of treasured collections are collected, including many ancient antiquities with a long history.

It is a pity that Xiao Yu seems to see that he has not seen anything valuable to him.

Perhaps that one was said to be the saber of the Tsar’s sword, and that the double-headed eagle battle flag representing the prosperous period of the Mosca Empire had a certain value, but it owed the fire. If you want to upgrade to the artifact of faith, at least you need century.

"It shouldn't be."

Xiao Yu's short-haired boy touched his chin cutely and made a serious reflection.

And quickly figured out the situation.

"Child, what are you thinking about?"

At this time, the tracked secret agent posing as the affable uncle came over and greeted.

Xiao Yu gave this uncle a white glance, and sighed that this guy's acting was too bad compared to himself.

The smile is too fake, the eyes are fluttering, and the tone of the question, can you be more professional?

At a glance, I know that this guy is not a good person at all!

Alas, there is no self-cultivation as an actor!

It is a failure!

Xiao Yu vomited so much but also knew that there are so many professional actors in reality, and he has not yet been valued to the point of needing to waste a good agent.

He stretched out his white and tender little fingers to the double-headed eagle battle flag in the front glass cover and said:

"Uncle, is this fake in the glass cover?"

"Huh?" The Secret Service team members didn't understand it, and immediately retreated: "This is a collection of the National Museum, how can there be fakes!"

"Little ~ kid." The Secret Service team intended to continue to refute a few words, and suddenly thought that Anderson was the player who just signed up for the Necromancer contest.

Although he looked young and had no money, he also spent the borrowed money to buy snacks.

Seems indistinguishable.

But he is still a player.

Maybe it's really a skill? Some amazing intuition!

As a native of Mosca, the Secret Service team members assisted the investigation team composed of the champions of the Necromancer Contest in the past few years to solve many mysterious cases.

Although there are many exaggerations in online reports, it is undeniable that those champions do have unique features, and you can find neglected clues in subtleties!

It has indeed helped the Mosca police many times!

This is also a clear reason why the show was selected for strong support.

The uncle of the secret agent hesitated, then stepped back and quietly contacted the superior for a report.

It didn't take long for the Secret Service uncle to learn the startling news, and the superior raised the importance of the Anderson boy.

"No, there are fakes in the Mosca National Museum?"

The uncle of the secret service team opened his mouth and looked at the chestnut short-haired young man who was muttering in the distance, and the double-headed eagle battle flag in the glass cover, some of them failed to come back.

But the superior in the second level who gave orders heard the uncle's whisper and scolded:

"What do you think, of course, there are no fakes in the museum, but there are imitations made by skilled craftsmen."

"These imitations are not fakes, they are also genuine!"

"The same is a cultural relic that is recognized by the state and contains ancient cultural characteristics and represents my country's long history and honor!"

The uncle of the Secret Service team heard the explanation from the superior. No matter he understood it or not, he nodded heavily and said yes.

"interesting."

At the end of the conversation with the subordinates, a Major Maziko in the director's department chuckled a few times, making people mark Anderson red.

The director who was in charge of the last few shootings also showed a hint of curiosity after learning about the incident, and told the assistant to remember to appraise himself when observing today's applicants at night, and observe the young man with short chestnut hair.

Because time is running short.

The qualifiers of the Necromancer contest are basically held every day.

Generally, the registration of these two days is unified and put in a pre-selection audit in a suburban hall.

Only after the review is passed will we have the opportunity to proceed to the next game.

This evening, it was exactly the beginning of the two-day qualifiers.

Therefore, the young Anderson who was transformed by Xiao Yu returned to the hostel from the museum to take a rest. After filling his stomach with snacks, he quickly walked out of the hostel and walked to the qualifier place on foot.

This walk is almost an hour and a half!

The uncle of the Secret Service team who followed behind was called miserable.

He kept whispering that Anderson was a little monster, and his body was so thin, but he walked fast and had amazing endurance.

For an hour and a half, his adult blushed and gasped, but Anderson did not even sweat.

Finally the uncle of the Secret Service team saw the place of the game ~ a large opera house that was already in a semi-abandoned state.

At the registration point, the receptionist lady who had long known the situation greeted Anderson with a smile on her lips:

"Fantastic boy, you may be the first player to walk from the city on foot in so many years."

"Can you ask why?"

"Can it be a special cultivation method?"

Facing the curious inquiry of the pretty receptionist sister.

Xiao Yu and Anderson stared at her with big watery eyes and smiled embarrassedly:

"I used all the borrowed money to buy delicious food~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have no money to take a taxi... I can only walk."

"But I, Anderson, are superb! This distance just warms up."

"..."

The receptionist sister and the uncle of the Secret Service behind Anderson showed a chuckle.

Especially the uncle of the secret service team, covering her trembling knees, shattered and said: If you can’t afford a taxi, can’t you ask me to borrow it?

It's really not possible, find the big sisters on the street to sell a cute thing, the subway fee can always be borrowed!

My leg, I'm overworked today. Will I get a blood clot when I get old?

"but!"

"Although it feels stupid, this teenager... seems full of mystery!"