Fairyland, big problem

"This Kamen Rider work is interesting..."

"you do not say."

Boss Zhang was elated when he heard that others recognized his beloved.

Taking advantage of the time agreed with President Lin for a while, Wen Jiu borrowed the "Kamen Superman" comics collected by Boss Zhang and looked through them first.

Cartoonist: Lin Zhengyi.

Maple Leaf Press.

"Hey, there was Maple Leaf Press so long ago?"

"Yes, when I was in junior high school, Maple Leaf Publishing House was established."

Flipping through the comic book in my hand, the first chapter tells the general background of the world view. Human beings continue to pollute the environment, and there are a lot of garbage and barren mountains outside the city.

Finally, the garbage gave birth to living monsters and destroyed the city.

At this time, the protagonist appeared. By transforming bits and pieces of garbage into armor materials and weapons, he transformed into Masked Superman, defeated garbage monsters, and advocated the evolution of the environment.

The plot is not new. The reason why Wen Jiu thinks it is powerful is because of the manga author Lin Zhengyi's exquisiteness in sorting garbage.

Garbage monsters correspond to garbage recycling and classification, and Kamen Rider will also attack with corresponding recycling methods, turning waste into treasure.

After knocking down the monsters, use the type of enemies in this episode to solidly promote a wave of environmental protection.

"Boss Zhang, do you know that this is the work of the current President Lin of Maple Leaf Publishing House?"

"I know, my classmates and I grew up with his comics, and now we are still looking forward to a sequel."

"Maple Leaf Publishing House, Lin Zhengyi, President Lin..."

Wen Jiu silently read the name of the other party. Originally, he was not sure whether President Lin's dream image would be environmental protection or animation. Now that the two elements are combined, the information is more solid.

"Thank you, Boss Zhang, I have to go first."

"Eh? Don't you want to continue watching?"

"No." Wen Jiu walked outside the door and turned back triumphantly, "I'm going to see President Lin himself."

After closing the office door, a howl came from inside, "What?! Hey——, take me—"

At the appointed time, Wen Jiu arrived at the side of the road and waited for the car sent by President Lin.

Another night, another drizzle.

After experiencing yesterday's evil, Wen Jiu felt a little psychologically guilty about the rainy night street, and must find a way to summon an elf.

Even if he was summoned to hug Xiangwei, he still had a companion.

There is no Pokémon culture in the current world. The elves in the game interface seem to have traveled to a different world like Wen Jiu. Even if they are wild, they are still regarded as companions by Wen Jiu.

Slightly.

The black car stopped in front of him, and the driver got off.

"Mr. Wen, right? I'm President Lin's assistant."

"Hello."

"You're welcome, get in the car, it's raining harder and harder."

The weather after nightfall is a bit like yesterday, first it was the rain that shattered when the wind blows, then the thin rain line and the bean-sized raindrops.

The direction of the vehicle was also the same as yesterday, heading towards Maple Leaf Publishing House.

The road conditions became familiar, and Wen Jiu even saw the street tree that Xie Chong pushed aside yesterday.

Fortunately, Xie Chong didn't set Wen Jiu as the first target, and Qian Axiong and his colleagues from the special police team were all there, otherwise he might have to travel again...

Turn on the game show and see the elves playing carefree, and I feel a little more relaxed.

Players leave the ticket counter and gently stroke the singing fat man beside the Ferris wheel. The soothing notes echo in their minds, and the hypnotic effect is first-rate.

Don't fall asleep in the car.

The gas bomb next to it approached, making a "sizzling" leaking sound.

In fact, the frequency of gas bombs coming and going to Dreamland is no less than that of Xiangwei Cat, who are also frequent visitors, but Wen Jiu has never been close to it.

Thinking of what Dream God said, to achieve friendship and bonds with elves, Wen Jiu felt that his mentality was a bit wrong.

"Do you want to touch it too?"

【Watt~si-】

The purple sphere floats,

Wen Jiu couldn't laugh or cry, and controlled the game character to touch the gas bomb through his mind.

【si~】

The "feel" is directly fed back to the brain, and the texture of the touch is similar to a large basketball, the texture of hard rubber.

Thinking about it carefully, Kojiro is really good, he can hold a gas bomb and chat.

[Good friend, this is for you. 】

"Um?"

A purple sphere falls in front of the gas bomb.

"Give it to me?"

[For you. 】

Only by treating the elves with gentleness can they be rewarded. Wen Jiu picked it up after thanking him.

The text prompt box pops up:

Get it, Smoke Ball.

"Smoke Ball!"

Escape props can be understood as common bridges in anime.

Enemies (often ninjas) take out a few smoke bombs and drop them on the ground before disappearing into the smoke.

Pokémon's smoke ball is set similarly, and the elf carrying the smoke ball must succeed in escaping.

The pumice stones given by the previous backpackers can be used in reality, and in theory Wen Jiu can also use the smoke ball to escape from the battle.

Just as he was thinking about going somewhere to try, the driver's prompt came from the front driver's seat.

The speed of the vehicle gradually slowed down, and Wen Jiu realized that there were already bean-sized raindrops outside.

Game interface, equipped with pumice stone, its own weight is halved.

There are evil things in the current world, even if the probability of appearing in the city is very low, you still have to pay attention when entering the model place.

In addition, the smoke ball is not carried by the player, but used directly...

"Mr. Wen, this way."

The big umbrella was opened, and the driver was waiting outside the car door for the distinguished guests invited by President Lin to get off, but he did not know that the young people in the car were studying fighting methods that did not belong to this world.

"Thanks."

Follow the driver into the Maple Leaf Publishing House. At 19 o'clock at night, there are still a lot of offices with lights on.

The elevator went straight to the top floor, and the double-sided simple wooden door was pushed open. President Lin was already waiting inside.

Compared with Boss Zhang's office, President Lin's is much more luxurious.

The ground is a thick carpet with an exotic style, and the steps are silent.

There are bookshelves on both sides of the room, and painted porcelain vases more than one meter high stand at the four corners, with gorgeous feathers of rare birds inserted.

"Mr. Wen, I have invited you here."

In front of the open boss's desk, President Lin asked the others to leave the room, and invited Wen Jiu to sit across from the desk.

"President Lin, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Heart disease, heart disease."

Seeing He De serving his sentence freely and welcoming new students repeatedly, President Lin felt that he was the most pessimistic and useless person.

He hoped that Wen Jiu could give the same enlightenment to make him feel happy.

You know, severe depression and guilt have endangered President Lin's health.

"Well...I'll try."

Speaking euphemistic lines, Wen Jiu's eyes locked on the back of President Lin, where there was a dreamy image made of faint white shadows.

Yes, before the commission was reached, the image of Meimeng was already visible.

I didn't see it last night, but it appeared today, which shows that my recognition of my ideals has increased, or that my obsession is quite deep.

So far, except for Qian Axiong, who sticks to his post and thinks about his children and grandchildren, only two children have concretized their dreams without entrusting them.

And the person behind President Lin looks familiar.

Masked Rider.

Compared with Boss Zhang's dreamy image, President Lin's Masked Superman seems to have upgraded equipment, with an extra polearm.

The dream images of both of them are Masked Superman, but Wen Jiu knew there was a difference.

One is the childhood dream of becoming an envoy of justice, and the other is the original intention to promote justice and environmental protection...