Dongchuan belongs to a quasi-first-tier city. The scale of the First People's Hospital is not comparable to that of Chiyuan County Hospital. Those who are seriously ill from the surrounding provinces will basically gather here. Although it has just been expanded in the past two years, it will still be overcrowded. The elevator is for friends who need to be carried by others, and the stairs are divided into an emergency passage for doctors and nurses who are in a hurry to go upstairs and downstairs. The rest of the patients and their family members were all dejected and walked slowly in line.
There was a two or three-year-old child who was probably sick and uncomfortable, his face was burning red, he kept crying in his mother's arms, and his hands and feet were shaking. The child’s mother was alone, and it was very difficult for her to hold such a big child all the way. She could only control the child in a hurry while apologizing to the passers-by in a low voice. One didn’t pay attention, and when she looked again, she found that the child had grabbed the child. A handful of things—this brat pulled a strand of long hair from someone else.
"Let go!" The child's mother was sweating in embarrassment, "I hit you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The person whose hair was pulled turned his head along the child's hand, gently hooked the child's paw, the hand was cold, like jade, the child was hot, and naturally wanted to get close to something cool, letting go of the hair , grabbed the finger that was handed over.
It was a pair of men's hands, slender, with distinct joints, and thin calluses on the fingertips. Only then did the child's mother realize that the long-haired man was actually a man standing on the next step below.
"That... I'm sorry."
The man turned his head halfway, smiled at her, and spread his palms lightly on the child's forehead, a comfortable coolness surged up, and the crying child was instantly quiet.
"It's nothing," he said, "my nephew is also very difficult to take care of, children."
The child's mother was stunned for a moment by the shaking of the half face, and when she came back to her senses, she had already walked away.
Sheng Lingyuan brushed back the long hair that was pulled out by the bear child, and suddenly couldn't help but think of his prince.
The prince's name was left by his parents, and the nickname "Tong'er" was given by him.
The child was born with inadequacies, and from the moment he was born, he cried day and night, endlessly, as if he came to the world to live such a life, and the pain was no less than being "forced into prostitution".
This child has a special status, his parents died early, Sheng Lingyuan had no one around him whom he could trust to entrust him with, so he could only take him with him, and was tortured terribly by this "Ye Crying Man". Every day, his hands were either pressed on the child's celestial cap or rested on the tiny neck, and he had the thought of "either he dies or I die" about seventy or eighty times a day.
Later, it may be that he got used to it, or it may be that he discovered that a child is a mirror that can cry and make trouble, and can reflect the despondent heart under the calm mask of adults.
Sheng Lingyuan once used the prince as a "whetstone", forcing himself to calm down amidst the sharp cries, and sharpened a calm heart alive.
He glanced at the bustling clinic hall through the gap in the stairs.
Now that the Chiyuan fire is extinguished and the world is peaceful, that child probably did a good job.
At this time, a group of white coats pushed an emergency department and rushed past all the way: "Let's go, let's go!"
From a distance, Sheng Lingyuan glanced at the young man who was being rescued by others - he was still alive, but his soul had dissipated, and all this drastic rescue was doomed to be in vain. A middle-aged man and woman behind him, probably his parents, followed staggeringly. The woman's legs softened and she knelt on the ground, covering her mouth, not daring to cry loudly. It is very pitiful for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.
Sheng Lingyuan folded his arms and watched with cold eyes for a moment. He looked up and saw the guidepost hanging from the ceiling, and barely recognized the word "emergency".
In fact, the "identity" Xuan Ji mentioned is very easy to obtain, a pair of superimposed small blindfolds, if you choose the right time, you can just top a dead person.
The mortals around will think that he is the original owner at first, with the same face as the original owner. After getting along for a while, they can subtly modify people's memory in daily contact, work slowly and meticulously, and gradually make them feel that they are the original owner. The person I know is like this. It doesn’t matter if there are occasional omissions in details. Anyway, most people live in a muddleheaded way. Even if they find something wrong with the people around them, they will make up their own rationalizations. Much easier than being surrounded by a circle of police cars outside the hotel, urgently modifying the memories of everyone in the vicinity.
but…
Sheng Lingyuan quietly went downstairs and left the hospital.
He thought, what does he want this thing for? That little demon really worried too much.
The life of these people is fresh, just look at it more, it’s too lively and noisy, he can’t get used to it, he still has to go back to Chiyuan after solving the gloomy sacrificial ceremony that disturbs the tranquility , find a place to bury him in peace, and hope that after a hundred years or a thousand years, there will be no more unscrupulous descendants dig him out.
But having said that, it was him first, followed by Aluojin from the Witch Race, and the next person who was disturbed by the gloomy sacrificial rite...is he an old acquaintance
Sheng Lingyuan pondered for a moment, then finally fixed his eyes on the south, and left from the west gate of the hospital.
At the same time, Xuan Ji just arrived at the hospital—unfortunately, he entered through the east gate.
He hurried to Xiao Zheng's ward, and after entering the door, he immediately asked, "Old Xiao, did someone come here just now?"
"Your sword is cheaper than you." Xiao Zheng pressed one hand on the overloaded energy detector, changed his hospital gown, Jinji lifted his pants independently, "and destroyed public property..."
Xuan Ji glanced at the detector that was taller than a person, and it was very expensive at first glance, so he turned around and left without saying a word: "I can't afford it, I will send the resignation report to your mailbox, and I'm going back to my hometown, bye."
At this time, he eagerly wanted to take a look at the altar in the clan.
Although Xuan Ji looked extroverted, he was not an emotional person, and he rarely felt great sadness or joy, but Sheng Lingyuan repeatedly aroused his inexplicable emotions.
If we talk about the time in the witch man's grave, it can be said that it was caused by the resonance of the environment and the sword body, but what about the unlucky dream in the morning? At this moment, his chest was still uncomfortably congested. If it wasn't for the sliver of reason, he almost dug out the "Full Responsibility Agreement" and signed it on the way.
If their ancestors did not have a tradition of masochism, then their clan must have had a deeper bond with Emperor Wu back then. Xuan Ji couldn't imagine how deep it was.
Because firekeepers are often born in years of war, famine or catastrophe, the moment they open their eyes, they see the scene of their predecessor being buried in a sea of flames, and the memory they inherit is almost three thousand years of suffering history, but even if they are swallowed by Chiyuan time and time again, they are also destroyed by fire. Intergenerational inheritance is isolated—similar to a protection mechanism, that is to say, Xuan Ji can "remember" the death from the memory inheritance of the previous generation, but the great fear and pain caused by the moment of death are not will be passed on to him.
Even the emotions brought about by death can be isolated, why did Sheng Lingyuan touch him so deeply and truly
"Wait, stop!" In desperation, Xiao Zheng waved his hand and shot a string of electric sparks, blocking his way.
Xuan Ji was in the hospital, and his spirit had already traveled hundreds of thousands of miles. He was caught off guard by the electric shock, and almost hit the door frame with an "ow!", clutching his chest in pain: "Are you suffering from rabies, Pikachu Shaw!"
"Don't even think about running away, you caused all this, follow me back to the headquarters!" Xiao Zheng hopped over on one leg and pressed his shoulder, "Also, quickly sign the full responsibility agreement and take care of your family That Broken Sword Spirit."
Early Monday morning, there was a massive earthquake in the special energy world—and there were aftershocks.
The notice to investigate the Flower in the Mirror, the Water Moon Butterfly within the General Administration came out without warning, scaring away everyone's sleepiness. A second notice was sent out, saying that the one just now was not an official document and contained a virus.
Amidst the panic, the victim who fainted was quickly isolated.
Those who don't know the truth are worried that they have also been "poisoned", those with a keen sense of smell begin to sense that there is something hidden inside, and those with ulterior motives feel anxious.
Xiao Zheng cut first and then played, ordering the closure of various units including the headquarters, and prohibiting everyone from entering and leaving "until it is determined whether the virus is contagious."
In the entire special energy system, a whirlwind search swept across the country without warning.
"The place is fine," Xiao Zheng put down the phone, and said to Xuan Ji, "The investigation team said that the situation in the headquarters is the worst. A total of 17 outposts and former outposts developed suspicious symptoms after contacting emails—ah, but having said that, these You are dizzy, you have to try and judge before you are convicted, you are sure there will be no sequelae, right?"
Xuan Ji was watching the video sent to him by Ping Qianru on his mobile phone. It was sent back from the General Administration by a colleague on duty in the Rehabilitation Section.
I saw a man with the appearance of a field elite chewing gum, swiping his phone, and arrogantly stepped on the golden dragon at the door to walk in. Before the golden dragon on the floor protested, the man suddenly stopped, and his whole body glowed red , a butterfly pattern flashed between the eyebrows, but he fell headfirst, and there was a commotion in the surroundings immediately, the camera stayed on the man's face, the red light on the man's body faded, and a gray and dead look appeared on his face.
Xuan Ji felt distressed and thought, "Then who knows."
That ancestor didn't have a concept of the legal system. If he felt that these people "deserved punishment for their crimes", they might be "punished" directly, without even going through the procedure.
"Ah... yes, ha ha." Xuan Ji squeezed out a dry smile, and glanced out of the window—the two of them are now on a private jet that was urgently deployed. Jump off the plane and run away" Forget it.
Fortunately, Xiao Zheng didn't pay attention, his phone and email notifications kept ringing one after another.
"Director Xiao, in the three accounts of the headquarters involved in the field work, we found a transfer record to Gong Chenggong, the former head of the aftermath section. The highest amount was 180,000, and the lowest amount was 34,000. We checked the transfer records for 72 hours before and after. , All their communication records, found that except for Gong Chenggong, they have all contacted the old director, mostly by phone, and one of the field staff sent a message to the old director after transferring the money—'The souvenirs you asked me to bring have been handed over to the old director. Director Gong, Director Gong asked me to convey my thanks to you, and I will come to you in person to return the gift some other day."
Xiao Zheng changed hands and copied the information to investigation teams across the country.
Soon, he received feedback from all over the world. Those who touched the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, the word appeared in the communication records at the same time.
"If it weren't for the simplicity of your bureau's customs, and you bring local specialties to each other wherever you go... this 'local specialties' should be a key word," Xuan Ji rubbed his chin and said, "When you bunch of unsatisfactory field workers are performing tasks If there is an accident and the number of casualties exceeds the limit, then go to Gong Chenggong to buy a mirror flower, a water moon butterfly, to whitewash the peace—not everyone can buy it, you have to get an introduction from an acquaintance, and the secret code is a local product.”
Xiao Zheng sneered: "Bribe Gong Chenggong in the name of bringing 'local specialties', and get the butterfly. Seeing the 'return gift', Gong Chenggong will probably give some benefits to the 'intermediary'. The industrial chain is really clear."
Xuan Ji asked again: "Why is the amount different, there are still zeros and wholes?"
Xiao Zheng picked up the phone and called the headquarters: "Call 'Wannianyi' and check whether the suspect has been responsible for any tasks within a week before and after the transfer."
Xuan Ji asked curiously: "Huh? What instrument?"
An hour later, the plane landed at the headquarters of the Alien Control Bureau, and Xuan Ji saw the huge "Wannianyi".
The "Wannianyi" is located on the 18th floor underground, with a height of four to five meters. The hall where it is stored is almost the size of a standard football field. The walls are stacked with ladder screens. Enter the date and approximate location After the coordinates, the temperature and humidity around the Wannianyi were immediately adjusted to the current situation, and even thunderstorms could be simulated.
At the same time, the surrounding screens began to scroll important events that happened that day, the distribution of abnormal energy reactions around the world, and so on.
Xuan Ji saw several researchers open the Wannian instrument and stuff a comatose field worker into it. The instrument buzzed, and various numbers on the screen jumped wildly.
"The principle is that everything that happened in the world has traces to follow," Xiao Zheng said, "Through some analysis and calculation, the Wannianyi can trace back to the energy reaction that occurred in this person at a certain period of time, and then restore the environment at that time through simulation." , as well as the energy response of the person under investigation, activate the repressed and hidden memory of the person under investigation—of course, the person under investigation must first be a 'special energy', the energy of ordinary people is too low to reach the threshold, and the Wannian instrument cannot detect it .Sometimes the person under investigation will consciously resist, but these unconscious... "
After he finished speaking, the face of the person under investigation appeared on the screen around the Wannianyi.
The well-dressed field officer was in a mess and covered in dust, holding the phone tremblingly: "Director, please... I accidentally lit a gas station on fire when I was catching the mutant scorpion... I didn't mean it... Dead, died… "
The images on the screen moved with his gaze. There were dozens of large and small corpses on the ground. Most of the corpses of the staff of the gas station and the tourists who happened to be parked nearby were bloody and bloody.
Xiao Zheng narrowed his eyes suddenly: "It can be used as evidence in court."
The investigator turned his head and asked for instructions: "Director Xiao, what should we do now?"
Xiao Zheng waved his hand: "Arrest, make a formal report to Bureau Huang."
At this time, Xuan Ji stared at Wannianyi thoughtfully, and suddenly asked: "How long can this thing go back? Hundreds of years? Thousands of years?"
"Historically," a researcher who operated the Wannian instrument turned around and said to him, "Of course, for things that are too far away, we can only check the weather at that time, because no living person remembers it."