Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Chapter 176 The COD macho man descends into 2 dimensions from the sky

Dirt road, water wheel, wooden house, wooden bridge.

Reinforced concrete has not yet had time to take over the village, and the tram tracks have not brought in the decadent atmosphere of the economic downturn. In addition to the school and a few small shops, the simple village has only one coffee shop that is the most fashionable with a floor. , a wooden door is installed on the door, and the signboard will glow when electricity is applied at night.

Two military jeeps followed a black Toyota car and stopped in front of the cafe. A frail man with light brown hair walked out.

Before getting out of the car, Kyle Garrick, who was driving, turned to DeWitt and said, "Boy, it's your turn to come out and translate the words of these little devils."

Several burly rough guys jumped out of the car and stood behind DeWitt like door gods. The purpose of bringing DeWitt with them was to act as a translator, but the man who came out of the coffee shop spoke, and he spoke in English: "Everyone, please come in."

Even though the sun was directly overhead, Simon Riley, who got out of the car at the back, did not take off his skull mask and goggles. When he passed by DeWitt, he patted DeWitt on the shoulder and gestured. Gives a thumbs up, which means "I don't need you anymore, just have fun".

DeWitt squinted his eyes, lowered his head to avoid the dazzling sunlight, and followed into the coffee shop.

Nico was left outside to look at the car.

"My name is Fumito Nanahara," the young shop owner said with a smile, "I am also the one who extended the invitation to Mr. Price."

There was no one else in the shop, so Fumito Nanahara made a cup of coffee for everyone in DeWitt's group - hand-ground coffee, which was very particular, but no one drank it.

"I hope what you put out is satisfactory," John McTavish said, putting his strong arms on the counter.

"Please wait until the evening," Nanabahara Fumito kept smiling, very polite, but his smile made those with a keen eye think it was fake: "before that, please allow me to entertain you well."

There is no hotel in the village, so the so-called hospitality is to take people to the local shrine.

The shrine is on a hill. After walking through the long shrine and passing through the torii gate, the dark green T-shirts on their bodies were so hot that they almost stuck to their bodies. The soldiers were silent and communicating with each other with their eyes.

The owners of this land are a father and daughter. The daughter is currently in school and the father is cleaning the shrine.

The well in the center of the courtyard exudes a slightly humid coolness. The shrine is said to be a shrine, but there is no god enshrined there.The owner of the shrine, Gengyi Weifang, was a taciturn man. The white robe he wore was very local. After leading the group to a row of huts on the side of the mountain, he bowed and said goodbye.

Shichihara Fumito will not stay for a long time. He said that he would come back in the evening and take him to see things that can only be seen at night.

After closing the door of the cabin, Gary Sanderson looked out through the crack in the door and did not leave after confirming that no one was there.

"What do you think?" John McTavish, the highest-ranking military officer, was the first to speak. He called by name: "Ghost, you speak first."

Ghost is a code name for Simon Riley, just as John McTavish is a code name for Soap, and he says: "The owner of the shrine is very strong, unusually strong."

Nikolai smiled meaningfully, and his smile deflected the conversation in a philosophical direction.

"I may not be able to have a relaxing vacation," Soap frowned and said, "Xiaoqiang, can we call for backup?"

Gary Sanderson replied: "Due to international influence, the base cannot send troops to support, and we can only get airdropped supplies."

"Then call," Soap looked at DeWitt and joked: "Do you want me to get one for you?"

In the afternoon, the group of guests who came from afar were divided into two teams. One team went to receive the equipment, and the other team took DeWitt and went to the village to collect intelligence.

"Something's not right," Soap said.

Now he and DeWitt had been around the neighborhood, from shops to residential areas to schools.

"Don't people have entertainment here? Just school - it makes me feel normal..."

"Is it normal?" DeWitt looked at the name of the school. It was a middle school. He asked, "Are the students in the middle school all in their 20s?"

"But that female teacher has a big butt," Nikolai smacked his lips, looked away from the telescope opening, and added: "There are traces of training, and she is dressed more fashionably than a model in New York."

I have to admit, the school uniform skirts here are short.

"Go and meet the ghosts and the others first," Soap frowned and said, "Let's go."

The secret of the town was not hidden from outsiders like DeWitt, but the answer was not openly announced either.

The first is the unreasonable population density and the infrastructure that is inconsistent with the geographical location. The second is the crowd in the town. Most of them are people in their twenties to 40s. Even the students in middle schools are like this. They live in remote areas at such a young age. Disguise yourself in a place where you can eat and wait to die?

"What does this mean?" Soap asked.

"Do you feel like this is an experimental site?" DeWitt said: "Everyone is acting, but the experimental subjects are not aware of it. Our coming here is probably related to this."

"Social experiment? What does this have to do with the military? If it's just a simple study of social relations, they have no right to contact us."

Everything will have to wait until evening.

While waiting for nightfall, the team members met the daughter of the shrine owner, who came back from the middle school where the age of the students did not match the actual age after school - Changyi Saya.

This is a slender and tall black-haired girl. Her long and thick hair is tied into two thick braids. The hair tie is very tight and restrains a small section of hair. She wears a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her dark eyes stand out from the lenses. It reflects an innocent look and a bit of simple cuteness.He wasn't afraid when he saw a burly foreign man. He changed his clothes and bowed to the team members.

"Want a handshake?" Soap asked DeWitt, "What is this girl talking about?"

"Don't worry about it," DeWitt said, looking at Xiaoye's leaving figure. "She just said hello, you know - Japan - bowed... hum."

This girl is not simple, a voice said in DeWitt's heart.

In the evening, Fumito Nanahara reappeared at the shrine. He did not care about the vigilance of DeWitt and others, and enthusiastically invited them to see the experimental results.

At this moment, Changyi Xiaoye rushed out with a samurai sword in a black and red scabbard. Her vision was blocked by the spell, so she couldn't see the foreigners beside her.

"Please." Qi Yuanfumi said.

DeWitt and Soap followed, while the rest stayed behind as support and logistical support.

There is no light source in the town at night except street lights. Every house has its lights dark, as if there is no one here.

"You must have noticed something unusual here," Shichihara Fumito said as he led the way: "This place was specially built because of a certain person."

Soap asked: "Change Xiaoye?"

"Chanyi Xiaoye," Nanabahara Fumito said, "That's her."