Ordinary people have fallen into a state of extreme fanaticism, and the performance of the official elite has not been much better. [Zero ↑ Nine △ Xiao ↓ Talk △ Net] Zilu Pavilion om
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Country z, a research institute of a certain military academy.
"Replay! Replay! Go back again! Keep going back! OK! Stop! Adjust to the highest resolution!"
The gray-haired officer on duty widened his eyes to the widest extent: "Wu Qingchen's left hand side, what's going on, what's going on here?"
"At present, there is only the explanation of the air group: According to the monitoring data, the angle of Mr. Wu Qingchen's arm and the light at that time formed a specific angle, which increased the diffraction phenomenon."
"Where's the altar?" The officer on duty moved his arm quickly: "Why is the altar suddenly blurred?"
"Emergency briefing of the scene group: The crowd in the back moves collectively and adjusts the viewing angle. Several people's projections are superimposed at the same time, which may cause a certain visual illusion."
"Why didn't the child cry? Why did he suddenly start feeding?"
The staff officers looked at each other, and no one could answer this question.
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USA, Kansas.
"45 seconds!! 45 seconds! During the Cold War, Kansas would have been hit by ten nuclear bombs! Even now, it's enough time for those bastards from the Ministry of Defense to finish off three pussies!"
"!!! This group of trash wasting tax dollars!"
Like ants on a hot pot, the chief officer of the Army National Guard and the Kansas Mechanized Infantry Division circled anxiously while looking at the baby in the video again and again, who had just been held in the arms of the woman: "The little angel before and after Haven't the physical status comparison come out yet?"
"Communications Commissioner Says: Washington is Working on It."
"Fcuk! Come on! God, what the hell happened?"
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Russia, a secret military base.
"Yes yes yes yes!" The commander with several rows of medals hanging on his chest held the phone with both hands: "It's the last two minutes."
"Your Excellency the General!"
The adjutant rushed in quickly, looking in astonishment at the big office where the central air conditioner was working harder, but the immediate boss was covered in sweat marks all over his body.
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Medieval world.
Under extreme shock, it took two full minutes for Wu Qingchen to slowly recover.
Wu Qingchen slowly raised his head and looked around. In front of him, most of the crowd in the main hall of the castle still opened their mouths slightly, in shock; a small part had gathered together and whispered.
As for the woman holding the baby, she was still kneeling in front of Wu Qingchen.
What's wrong? what happened? What happened
How to do? What should we do now? What about paralysis
These are two very serious questions.
Unlike cattle treatment, nest relocation, or occasional incidents with small chances of temporarily encountering thieves, most of the incidents have detailed execution plans carefully designed by the Earth team. trace such a thing
Wu Qingchen's deepest memory is that dozens of popes of various major religions gathered together, and the only unanimous conclusion was only one: humility, everything is God's will.
everything is God's will
Damn! What is God's will
How to be humble so as not to let God’s will become a thunderstorm
humble humble humble
"that"
Wu Qingchen supported the woman tremblingly, and tried her best to control the same trembling tone: "Thank you for the gift of the Lord, I didn't do anything, everything is God's will, yes, that's it! Everything is lived in The gift of God! Go, take your children, remember to always remember the favor of the Lord!"
"Thank you Almighty Lord, and thank you, Master Priest"
The woman muttered to herself, but she didn't stand up immediately.
Her eyes looked at Wu Qingchen gratefully, but she quietly glanced to the right direction from the corner of her eyes.
Huh
The master-level acting courses were trained by actors and actresses from all over the world. Wu Qingchen immediately paused with both hands, and suddenly thought of something in his mind.
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at the same time.
Country z, a research institute of a certain military academy.
"Chief!" A staff officer suddenly raised his head in front of the crowded display screens, "The air group and the scene group have been confirmed, and the probability of glowing and blurring is more than 90% normal!"
"Oh?"
The officer on duty frowned deeply.
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USA, Kansas.
"WASHINGTON URGENT NOTICE!"
"Notify immediately!" The chief officer of the Mechanized Infantry Division immediately approved. [Zero↑Nine△Small↓Shuo△Net]
"Temporary Committee for Astronomical Events, Second Medical Corps"
"Conclusion! Report the conclusion directly!" The chief officer of the Mechanic Infantry Division yelled and interrupted.
"Yes, yes!" The communications officer unconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead: "After several groups of cross-checks, Katera, and Katera's son, have no obvious difference in physical condition before and after contact with Wu Qingchen!"
"what the"
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Russia, a classified military base.
"General!" The adjutant rushed over quickly and snatched away the shaky boss: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." The commander's face was pale: "I can take a good rest soon."
"No! General, please look at this!" Vaguely guessing something, the adjutant quickly operated the console in front of his superior: "You must look at this!"
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Teams from all countries opened videos with the same content almost at the same time:
About seven meters away from Wu Qingchen, the woman holding the baby, the direction Katna was staring at: His Excellency the baron was talking with his eldest son.
Since His Excellency the Baron didn't like others to get too close, an open space with a radius of about two meters was formed around the father and son.
At this distance, His Excellency the Baron and his eldest son were talking in a low voice, not to mention Wu Qingchen, even the closest attendant could not hear clearly.
However, for the earth team that is over-equipped with language experts tens of hundreds of times, micro-expression experts, and other disciplines, it is not difficult to decipher the content of the conversation between the two.
"Not bad, not bad." Seeing Wu Qingchen bend down to help, and the woman thanked her deeply again, Baron Ackford couldn't help but show appreciation on his face: "Ehlers, the candidate is very good."
"Actually, it's not very good." Hearing his father's praise, the eldest son of the baron smiled wryly: "Last night, I taught for most of the night, and the moon was almost at the edge of the mountain before finishing it."
"Well, you have worked hard." His Excellency the Baron nodded slightly: "Your hard work will be rewarded." Pointing to the shocked, excited, and excited crowd in the main hall of the castle, Ackford smiled and said: "Wait for these people When the 'miracle' is spread, there is hope, and when the harvest is harvested this year, those inferior people should be able to be honest for another year."
"Your wisdom!"
The eldest son of the baron bent down imperceptibly, and when he straightened up again, the eldest son's face was full of admiration: "I can only think of asking Lord Ross to preside over the morning prayer, to let everyone know that we and the church don't always hate each other, but you can suddenly Come up with such a good way."
"Think more when you encounter an opportunity, maybe you will gain more." Your Excellency the Baron pointed out happily.
"It's father." The eldest son nodded, and suddenly asked with some doubts: "Father, the effect of the 'miracle' is so good, why didn't you use it more?"
"Hey Luis, be content." Your Excellency the Baron shook his head: "How can 'miracle' be so simple?" He pointed to the crowd around him covertly: "First of all, 'miracle' itself is inconvenient and too frequent; secondly, it is not Ross. Your Excellency rescued the cattle in the village of Akeli, and the method of Lord Ross also cured several cows in Fort Ackford. How can everyone believe it so easily? Look over there."
"Uh" I was a little stunned, following Baron Ackford's train of thought and the direction Baron Ackford pointed at, the eldest son of the baron immediately noticed something: "Your Excellency Valles, Your Excellency Kurt, and Your Excellency Yang Guolien seems a little suspicious?"
"Of course I doubt it." Baron Ackford smiled: "I can't even figure this out. How can I rest assured that they will be my agricultural officer, forestry officer, and horse officer?"
"Huh?" The eldest son of the baron was a little nervous immediately.
"Don't worry." Your Excellency the baron waved his hand: "It will be more beneficial for the servants and inferior people to settle down a bit. Don't worry, they will definitely not say a word."
"No." The eldest son thought for a while, then nodded quickly.
"Father" stood quietly for a while again, seeing that Wu Qingchen was still confused, the eldest son began to worry again: "Is it really okay not to tell His Excellency Ross in advance?"
"What's the problem?"
"In case something goes wrong"
"What is chaos?" Baron Ackford smiled lightly: "When you panic, you are in awe of the Lord; if you are excited, you are grateful for the grace of the Lord; if you are in a daze, you are communicating with the Lord. Ehlers, remember, All things related to the master, we just do it, it is best for the priest to understand, if we don’t understand, we will help if we can, no matter whether it is beneficial to the priest, don’t tell those people what the master is like.”
"And, look." Baron Ackford suddenly raised his head slightly, and nodded with a smile to Wu Qingchen who was looking towards him, "Your Excellency Ross is a very smart kid, it seems that he should have almost guessed it by now." Tsk tsk, everything is God’s will, well said.”
"Huh?" The eldest son of the baron also smiled at Wu Qingchen, and then asked his father suspiciously, "Why do you say that?"
"Everything is God's will, that's right. In this way, it is easy to recognize the 'miracle', and it also prevents other people from asking him to touch the sick or sick cow in the future."
"Actually," the eldest son of the baron said suddenly: "Your Excellency Ross, it's probably not the time to use the 'miracle' right now? Will it make the parish unhappy?"
"No." Your Excellency the Baron shook his head: "Although curing children is a 'miracle' we arranged, but the method of moving honeycombs and dividing bee colonies, especially the method of 'harvesting honeycomb mics' brought over by Mr. For the Ackford leader, for the parish church, or for the low-class people running around everywhere, it is not too much to put a 'miracle' on Lord Ross."
"Oh father, you are really thoughtful."
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Earth.
WTF!
Thoughtful for your whole family!
Seeing this, almost all the earthlings watching the video cursed at the same time.
"Mala! Let's do business! Baron, join in the fun!"
"Fuck! I've been excited here for a long time, but the result is that the baron wants to use religious superstition to anesthetize the lower class?"
"Fuck! I should have thought of it earlier! No wonder the woman's first reaction was to kneel down after the kid stopped crying, instead of looking at her son immediately!"
"No wonder the bastard at the gate let a woman with a baby come here so easily!"
"This woman is so poisonous! Look at that brat's left leg! It's such a big bruise, I don't know how long and how hard I pinched it!"
"Day! I was cheated! This little bastard is crying so loudly, how can he look like he hasn't eaten for three days and three nights?"
"What are you doing, Baron, what are you doing to your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
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Ten minutes later.
France.
A public opinion guide of the same nature as "joint ventures" and "joint office buildings".
Seventh floor, command center.
"minister"
The staff's expression twisted into a mess, and they handed out the form that had just been printed out like constipation.
The "8%" minister took it over blankly, and scanned the first line: "Hehe, after five days and five nights of hard work, I finally increased the proportion of positive public opinion to 40% in fifteen minutes, hehe, it fell to 40% in fifteen minutes. 8% Hehe, Baron Ackerford filspute!!fffffffffilspute!!!!"
The minister, who was nearly 60 years old, grabbed the form with both hands, angrily tearing the form into powder.
"Minister!" In the direction of the corridor, another staff member yelled and rushed over: "Emergency report!"
"Let's just talk about it," the minister also roared and replied, "How high is the pessimistic atmosphere? 80% or 90%?"
"No, it's good news!"
The staff rushed into the room, he propped his hands on the desk, his face was flushed, and his eyes shot out infinite excitement and hope like sharp swords: "Zhizhi's child is indeed a fake, but it was discovered during the early morning prayer. Definite supernatural clue!"