Shangjing City.
Night Watch Training Office.
"What? This recruit training is scheduled to be in Cangnan? Where is Cangnan?" Yuan Gang looked at the document in his hand and said in surprise.
In front of him, the man lying lazily on the recliner behind his desk stretched, squinted his eyes and sat up. There was a cross-shaped scar on his forehead.
He is Shao Pingge, the captain of the Night Watch team stationed in Shangjing City, No. 006.
"A small city in the southeast, next to Huaihai City." Shao Pingge thought for a while and replied.
"But... weren't the training sessions in previous years all held in Beijing? Why was it suddenly changed to Cangnan this year?" Yuan Gang frowned.
"Who knows what the higher-ups are thinking." Shao Pingge stood up, took a glass of water from the hot water bottle, and slowly lay back down, "We... Oh no, you just need to execute the order."
You are the vice-captain of our 006 team and the chief instructor of the recruit training over the years. You have led so many recruits, wouldn't it be okay to change the environment? "
"Of course not." Yuan Gang shook his head repeatedly, "I just don't understand why they suddenly changed places. Obviously the equipment, venues and equipment here are all ready-made, but now they have to transport them all to Cangnan with great fanfare... Isn't this just looking for trouble? "
"The higher-ups must have their reasons for doing this. We just need to carry out the orders. If we are not supposed to know... don't ask any more questions."
"...Okay." Yuan Gang sighed.
"With the efficiency of the logistics department, a complete training base will be set up in Cangnan before dawn tomorrow. It's time for you to pack up and get ready to go." Shao Pingge took a sip of tea.
"Yes." Yuan Gang thought for a moment and continued, "While I'm away in Shangjing, captain, can you guard Shangjing without causing trouble?"
Uh-huh!
A slipper sole was thrown out from behind the desk. Yuan Gang dodged slightly to one side, and then Shao Pingge's curse came from behind the desk.
"Hey Yuan Gang, who do you look down on? I'm also the captain of the team stationed in Beijing. I'm a jobber?"
Yuan Gang chuckled, threw Shao Pingge's slippers out of the window, then opened the door and walked out.
Shaopingge yelled!
…
Guangshen City.
A luxury club.
"Cangnan? Where is Cangnan?" In the extremely luxurious VIP massage room, a fat man in a bathrobe was lying on the sofa. He looked at the notice in his hand in surprise and turned around to ask.
Behind the door of the VIP room, five tough bodyguards stood there with expressionless faces. In front of them, a butler wearing a monocle bowed slightly and said gently:
"Back to the young master, Cangnan is a small city in the southeast."
"Weren't you all in Beijing before?"
"It seems that the policy has changed this year. It seems that your schedule will also change. I will send someone to make arrangements."
The little fat man thought for a while, put the grapes in his hand back into the basin, and waved his hand,
"Book a flight to fly on a certain day, and I'll leave on a certain day!"
The housekeeper was stunned and said, "Sir, would it be too urgent to go tomorrow? Don't worry about the dormitory. We have asked the night watchman to arrange the best dormitory for you. They will give us face."
"Guangshen is too boring, I want to meet new friends!"
"... Young Master, when you get there, try to speak Mandarin, otherwise they may not understand."
"Mandarin?" The little fat man thought for a while, "That's right. If you have difficulty in language communication... you really can't make real friends!"
After saying that, he patted the young woman who was pinching his feet and said, "Okay, go down and rest. I have enjoyed enough in the past ten years. It's time to change my life..."
He stood up and stretched, and the fat all over his body trembled slightly.
"Are you from Cangnan? I'm sorry, sir!"
…
On Jiuhua Mountain.
The sound of Buddha lingers and the scent of sandalwood lingers.
An old monk wearing cassocks walked across the wooden corridor, turning the rosary beads in his hand slightly, his eyes as calm as water.
Finally, he stopped at the door of a Zen room.
He stretched out his hand, knocked on the door twice, then pushed it open and entered.
In the Zen room, there is only one bed, one table, and one futon. On the largest wall, the two characters "meditation" are written in black brush. The brush strokes are elegant and gentle, but they seem to hide a shocking murder. meaning.
The black-haired boy on the futon opened his eyes slightly.
"Donor Cao Yuan, your letter has arrived." The old monk performed a Buddhist salute and then took out an envelope from his sleeve.
The black-haired boy stood up slowly, took the envelope, opened it and looked at it for a long time.
"Cangnan..." He murmured to himself, then looked up at the old monk and said respectfully, "Master, do you think... should I go?"
"Donor, you have been meditating in this Buddhist temple for five years, and the demonic nature in your heart has been suppressed. I think... you should go."
Hesitation appeared in the young man's eyes, "But, the sins on my body..."
"Killing is a sin, saving the world is a merit. Only by balancing the merits and demerits can you feel at ease." The old monk's eyes were extremely deep. He clasped his hands and said calmly,
"Staying in this temple means sitting idle for decades, and your sin will be your sin after all... Donor, it's time to let it go."
The young man was silent for a long time, then he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment."
"Donor Cao Yuan, I have one more thing to remind you."
"Master, please speak."
"When you go to Cangnan during this trip, you may meet a noble person. If you can seize the opportunity, you will not only be able to wash away your sins in this life, but you may also achieve righteousness."
"Noble person?" Cao Yuan frowned slightly, "What characteristics does this noble person... have?"
"Stand up on two trees, the Eight Gods will go to one, and they will pass through the night for ten years." The old monk closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and sounded like an ancient bell.
"-Amitabha."
Cao Yuan's eyes were full of doubts, but he still carefully wrote down these words and bowed in return.
"In that case..." Cao Yuan raised his head and looked at the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain outside the Zen room, clasped his hands together, and said calmly:
"I'll go too..."
…
In the van.
Lin Qiye glanced at the silent crowd and shrank his neck silently.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Ahem..." Wen Qimo coughed twice and was the first to break the silence, "Well, Qiye, the train ticket is unrefundable... That's not your problem, don't take it to heart."
Chen Muye, who was in the passenger seat, turned a little green.
"Uh... we also need to think of something good! Right! For example... training in Cangnan City, so close, we can visit you at any time!"
"The training camp is closed and we can't get in." The driver Wu Xiangnan said quietly.
"..." Wen Qimo paused, "At least, we have bought everything, such as down jackets, thick blankets, baby warmers, and big scarves... "
"Qimo... You won't need these in the winter in Cangnan." Hongying reminded in a low voice.
"Shut up!" Chen Muye glared at Wen Qimo and felt that his heart was bleeding.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and looked at Lin Qiye eagerly.
"Qiye,
Why don't you go take a look later...
Can these still be returned? "