The waterway was specially approved soon, and the flight time from the headquarters of the Alien Control Bureau on the outskirts of Yong'an to the Chiyuan Grand Canyon was about one hour and forty minutes. It was the first time for Xuan Ji to enjoy the treatment of a special plane on a business trip, and everything he saw was new, so after the plane flew smoothly, he temporarily put aside all the tasks and wandered around happily.
"Director Xuan," Big Sister Bi opened up the chatterbox very talkatively, "I hear what that means, you are just taking us for a while, right?"
Xuan Ji did have this plan, but in order not to shake the morale of the army, he did not answer directly, and said tactfully: "This has to be subject to organizational arrangements. I have never done it before. If there is something you don't understand, you..."
Before he finished politely, when he turned his head, he saw Sister Bi took out a roll of seaweed-green wool from nowhere, chatted with him, and knitted it up and down. One sleeve was almost formed, accentuating the surrounding atmosphere. It was very warm.
Xuan Ji: "...what a skillful hand."
Bi Chunsheng laughed and said, "Do you want it? I bought a lot of thread this time, and it happens to be winter in another month. Wait until I finish tying the old man's sweater, and there is still enough left to make you a hat." - What kind do you like?"
"No, no, no, there's no need, how can I be so embarrassing..." Xuan Ji glanced at the roll of green wool in fear, thinking that it would be better for him to leave the job before winter, so he quickly changed the subject, "Except for today's kind, What else do we usually do? Do you have a lot of business trips?"
"There are a lot of business trips. Today's matter looks serious, but it is actually not difficult to deal with. The most troublesome thing is that some comrades in the field don't pay attention to protecting the environment. If they have nothing to do, they smash a bridge or blow up a few cars. After the bombing, they take pictures. The ass is gone, okay, we still have to run around, we have to repair it for others! We have to discuss compensation plans and so on, alas, when it comes to money, there will be endless arguing." Bi Chunsheng said , moved closer to Xuan Ji, and lowered his voice, "Director Gong before us, went home before the retirement age, and said he was 'retiring', but in fact it was 'something', I heard that the bureau is investigating him now. "
Xuan Ji: "..."
I underestimated the position of this old lady in the deep palace, but there is still a risk of integrity!
"Besides business trips, our department also manages online affairs." After finishing a round of knitting, Bi Chunsheng pulled out another piece of wool and wrapped it around his little finger skillfully, and continued, "There are several strange forums and public No. or something, we have to pay attention at any time. When we see new hot topics, we have to figure out which ones are the common people's idle nonsense and which ones may be really problematic. After screening, we will transfer the problematic ones to the field office — This matter belongs to Lao Luo."
"It's me, leader, I'm Lao Luo, Luo Cuicui." The man with the barcode on his head came over, a gust of fragrant wind rushed towards his face, Xuan Ji sniffled, the smell of grass, this brother Cuicui is still a little fresh .
Brother Cuicui said: "You have to be careful. If there is nothing wrong, you can report something and let someone go out for nothing. You won't be in trouble when you come back, right? Those are the ancestors, we I can't afford it."
Xuan Ji asked: "Then if something is missed, wouldn't the problem be more serious?"
"That's not going to happen, it's not that much, most of the pictures on the Internet are like this," Lao Luo handed over the phone, and pointed to one of the hot posts on the forum to show him, "We really need to dispatch field work The matter is basically transferred from the police.”
Xuan Ji took a closer look and saw that the title of the post was "Help: I don't think my son is my son anymore."
What the hell
Lao Luo said: "Our department is a place that does not seek merit, but seeks no faults. In the past, when Director Gong was in office, he emphasized to us every day that we are in charge of ordinary affairs, and we must never seek trouble. We must remember everything we do. This principle."
Xuan Ji suddenly felt that he might not be qualified for the job—after all, he was a shit-stirring stick registered with the General Administration, and it seemed a bit difficult for him to let the shit-stirring stick to make the mud.
Lao Luo's voice changed, and he flattered again with a smile: "But, I don't think you will stay with us for long, Director Xuan, are you not an ordinary person?"
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Xuan Ji's face suddenly disappeared, and he raised his eyelids to look at Lao Luo.
He has a pair of atypical phoenix eyes, which can be bent when he smiles. Because his expression is usually too lively, he always seems to be holding a bowl of bad water, which is often mistaken for smiling eyes. Show your true face. His eyelids were very thin, and there was an inconspicuous mole hanging from the end of his slightly upturned eyes. When his face darkened, an indescribable strangeness appeared.
A chill suddenly appeared on Lao Luo's back. Before he could react, he saw Director Xuan leaning back foolishly and winking at him. Only then did the blade-like demonic aura disappear. As if everything was just his illusion.
Xuan Ji carelessly poked her chest with her thumb: "Brother, do you think I am not ordinary? Is it enough to be an idol?"
Lao Luo: "..."
Although Luo Cuicui didn't have much hair, she had a very wink, and immediately realized that she asked something that shouldn't be asked, so she hurriedly urinated sensibly.
Xuan Ji took out his mobile phone out of boredom, connected to the plane's wifi, and found the post Lao Luo just showed him.
The post probably said that the poster’s family used to have a naughty kid who used to smoke and play truant to go to Internet cafes all day long. Recently, he suddenly became a new person for no apparent reason. Big, being a mother couldn't believe it for a moment, so she thought wildly, suspecting that her son was replaced by an impostor.
The bottom line of replies were all "Get out of the childcare school for quitting the Internet", and after another swipe, the post disappeared, and it was probably reported by someone.
He looked through the other posts in the forum, and sure enough, as Lao Luo said, these forums are not serious, except for a few paranoid and online novels, the rest of the hot posts are headlines, with a sensational title , the ones that can be talked about in it are basically the old three-parents' short stories, bullshit, and celebrity gossip.
Xuan Ji flipped around for a while, but didn't see anything interesting. Looking back, the fat girl had already huddled in a corner and slept. Lao Luo and Sister Bi were getting together to discuss buying a house in Cambodia. No one was there. Pay attention to him.
So he took out some steel coins from his pocket and made a simple divination.
The worn-out coins jumped on the small table, and before they settled down, they rolled down with the turbulence of the plane. Xuan Ji caught them with his hands, opened his palms to look, and frowned—the divination is still unpredictable .
From the crack of the stone on his ring, his hexagrams have always been like this, no matter whether he asks about big things or small things.
For this matter, Xuan Ji even went to the altar of the clan, but it turned out that he was not good at learning or what, the altar only gave him a vague direction and a word.
The direction pointed to the headquarters of the Different Control Bureau, and the word "person" was written.
It just so happened that the newly appointed Director Huang of the Bureau of Different Control was bent on poaching him, so he simply pushed the boat along. As for the meaning of the word "person", Xuan Ji hadn't figured it out for a while, so when Bureau Huang asked him what department he wanted to work in, he chose a place that specialized in dealing with people.
Lao Luo's resolute voice came from behind: "Listen to me, the next outlet for rapid development must be in Southeast Asia, you can't buy this house, you can't afford it, you can't be fooled..."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Well, he might still have got it wrong about that "person".
Xuan Ji put on the earphones, blocked Lao Luo's "Macroeconomic Lecture", and closed his eyes to rest. But he didn't know if the seat was too comfortable or something, but he actually fell asleep and had a dream.
This is a very familiar dream. After the successive patriarchs of their clan took over the sacred fire ring, they would dream of this scene from time to time: an antique small building with a wooden beam structure. It may be a place like a posting station. Big, can vaguely hear the noise of people downstairs.
With his back to him, a person was leaning against the window, looking out of the window.
For ten years, Xuan Ji has been facing this figure, but has never seen the front face. Once he tries to get close, he will wake up immediately - but after he checked it, he found that he was not alone, and his ancestors had never seen this person Turning around, he quickly calmed down again.
"Brother, do you know that the face of the ring is broken?" Xuan Ji said, "Does it affect you?"
The back is the same as usual, motionless, like a still life.
In this dream, no matter what Xuan Ji said, it seemed that she was just talking to herself.
"Well, it should have no effect. I always thought you might be a ring spirit or something, it seems..."
When he said this, he suddenly stopped talking—the person in front of the window had a saber stuck obliquely in his waist, the hilt was engraved with complicated patterns, and there was a pattern surrounded in the middle, which happened to be the eight mutant trees of Chiyuan. Graphics where the locations are linked together!
No wonder he felt familiar the moment he saw that map!
What does it mean
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew through the window, and Xuan Ji's eyes widened, which had never happened in a dream.
I saw the breeze brushing the corner of the man's clothes by the window, the man who had been like a statue for ten years suddenly came alive, and let out a soft sigh.
Then he actually moved, and slowly turned around—
"lead!"
Xuan Ji shook violently, and jumped up from the seat... Startled by the glistening lip balm on the mouth of the exquisite brother Luo Cuicui, she fell back again.
Lao Luo howled into his ear amidst the "buzzing" noise of the plane: "Wake up, we are about to land!"
The Chiyuan branch of the Alien Control Bureau was so busy with the mutated tree at the moment that they had no time to take care of them who were doing logistics, so they only sent a little intern surnamed Li to lead them to the hospital.
The hospital is located on a very high terrain, and from a distance, you can see the mountains of the Chiyuan Grand Canyon.
The weather is gloomy at the moment, and there is abundant water vapor in the air, as if it will condense into water droplets and drip down in the next second. Along the way, even though the dehumidifying air conditioner was turned on in the car, the clothes were still soaked and sticky to the body. Qianru's hair had been blown into a sea urchin, and the flowers on the top were thorny all the way.
Xuan Ji sensitively smelled a faint scent of incense candles in the air, which seemed a little fishy. He glanced in the direction of Chi Yuan, and felt some ominous premonition in his heart.
The five trapped tourists more or less failed the lottery, and each of them was embarrassed. It is said that after they are released from the hospital, they will have to be fined by the Public Security Bureau. Their ID cards and mobile phones were all confiscated. It is convenient to hand it over to Qianru for inspection, in case something that is not suitable for public announcement is photographed.
Bi Chunsheng took the initiative to do the talking work. Xuan Ji watched for a while, and found that her handling method was very interesting—she was like a kind elder sister of the neighborhood committee. Skillfully question them about what they experienced and saw in the Grand Canyon.
If the other party said something unreasonable, for example, a female anchor with a broken leg recalled: "At that time, it seemed that there was a big boa constrictor chasing us. Scared me!"
Sister Bi opened her eyes and corrected nonsense: "It was an earthquake. What you saw should be the vines wrapped around the big tree. When the tree fell down, the vines were thrown out. Where did the boa constrictor come from in the scenic area?" ?”
"No, it's definitely not the vine that was thrown out, I remember it was very fast, and..."
Sister Bi stared into her eyes and repeated calmly: "It's the tree vine."
Xuan Ji watched the female anchor's expression become more and more hesitant, and her tone became more and more uncertain. After the two of them went back and forth like this two or three times, the female anchor naturally accepted what Sister Bi said, and if she asked again, it was as if she had lost her memory , will not mention "tree roots" and "boa constrictors" again.
Xuan Ji was a little surprised and asked: "Sister Bi is a 'special energy'?"
"That's right," Lao Luo said, "We are basically ordinary people in the logistics department. There are only three of us in 'Te Neng'. The leader hit us at random, or you have a good eye."
"I'll buy a lottery ticket tomorrow." Xuan Ji said casually, "What's your special ability?"
"I can't, I'm useless." Luo Cuicui first said a few words of humility in a proud tone, and then said, "My hands and feet are different from ordinary people. If I don't care about them, my fingers and toes will keep growing. Broke a lot of shoes!"
Xuan Ji: "..."
Is this "special energy" or a disease
What are you so proud of
Xiao Li, who was leading the way, couldn't hold back, and laughed with a "puchi", he might feel that it was impolite, and coughed dryly: "The sixth rescued person was not injured, so he was arranged in the family lounge, right in front. "
Xuan Ji raised her eyes following his fingers, and somehow the lights in the corridor flickered and then went out suddenly.
He froze for a moment, and gently squeezed his fingers—the invisible ring on the index finger issued a warning-like coldness.
"Why is the light broken again?" Xiao Li walked forward unconsciously, saying as he walked, "This man... um... is a bit strange, you will find out after a while."
The hospital has been quarantined by the Alien Control Bureau, so there is only one person in the family room.
The man was sitting on a plastic chair with his back to the half-closed door, staring intently at an advertisement on the TV on the wall.
His back is straight but relaxed, and his sitting posture seems to have received special body training. Just a back view is indescribably pleasing to the eye.
And the most striking thing is his long hair. The long hair was waist-length, thick and plump, and in such a place with heavy water vapor, it neither collapsed nor frizzed, and was tied at the nape of the neck with a random rope. It was as thick as a child's arm, and it was as perfect as a wig.
"This is the certificate he handed in." Xiao Li took out an ID card from a file bag, "I don't have a mobile phone, he said he lost it."
Lao Luo's gaze rested on the man's hair for a moment, and lovingly touched the "barcode" on his head, muttering, "Now even the boys are starting to wear wigs, it must be because of air pollution."
With that said, he was about to open the door and go in.
Xuan Ji suddenly raised her hand to stop him: "Get away, stay away."
Lao Luo was stunned for a moment, and heard Xiao Li scream—the "ID card" turned into a dead leaf in Xuan Ji's hands, and then burned up, turning into ashes in a blink of an eye.
"False certificate?" Luo Cuicui asked in amazement, "Who is this?"
Director Xuan's face, which was always somewhat unscrupulous, became solemn, and he slowly put his hand into the pocket of his coat.
"It's not a person." He kicked open the half-covered door, and a cold light shot out from his hand, pointing directly at the long-haired man's back.
"It's a ghost."