Xu Lang's right hand, which was about to grab the phone, suddenly stopped at the moment he heard the news. He gave up the idea of contacting Zhu Zixing, turned around and sat on the chair, constantly recalling these words in his mind.
"The final result will be notified in two hours..." Xu Lang rubbed his forehead, and it seemed that the newspaper was also thinking about who the captain's authority should be given...
After the previous events, he has determined that it is also an evil spirit, but the strength and level are much higher than the evil spirit in the mission. It seems that this time retrospective ability should not be underestimated for newspapers, and it is not random. Can be put to the executor.
In this mission, Xu Lang and Yan Yan were on two exploration routes, and each had their own wonderful performances. Although the final way of life was Yan Yan closed the box, the position of the box and the conditions for achieving a way of life It was indeed created by Xu Lang.
In other words, in terms of the completion of the task alone, the two people should go hand in hand, and neither should be behind.
But... Xu Lang's eyes began to feel suspicious, he had an advantage over Yan Yan, that is, he got the puzzle!
Xu Lang slowly spread out the palm of his right hand. There was nothing but palm prints all over it. The jigsaw puzzle that he was holding on to his death before had disappeared completely with the teleportation agency, and it was obvious that the jigsaw puzzle was taken back by the newspaper!
"No. 444 Zhongyuan Road, No. 333 Tianhai Street..." Xu Lang began to develop his thoughts. These are two locations, but they represent two exceptionally different powers.
The former is where the evil spirits of the newspaper are located, and the latter is where the existence-generating evil spirits are located. Their ranks are not good, but they are obviously closely related to the existence of evil spirits, or the roots of both are evil spirits...
"So what does the puzzle mean to the newspaper?"
This is the crux of the problem, and it is also the only breakthrough point that determines whether he can become the captain and obtain that extraordinarily precious authority. The puzzle has unimaginable power for any evil spirit, although he does not know what effect it has. , But its value is self-evident.
He even began to speculate that the newspaper arranged this mission, and the most critical point was this puzzle, which was what it wanted most!
Thinking of this, Xu Lang's eyes narrowed slightly. Through this mission, he seemed to be even more involved in the deeper layers of the newspaper.
Intermittent mission is the ultimate goal. The newspaper office obtains the jigsaw puzzle through the hands of the executor, so does the rest of the mission also have alternative value... for the newspaper office!
This is also the task it takes so painstakingly to set up again and again, this seemingly absurd and terrifying journey of death...
"Submitting a report" may indicate that, in a sense, the newspaper has created tasks to fool humans, but judging from the changes in the tasks themselves, it seems that this is not complete. While fooling living people, it is also Use these living people to do things that cannot be done in its capacity!
Just like Meng Peiyun in Pushkinman, under the restrictions of the newspaper's rules, it split into two evil spirits, capable of killing the executor but did not take the first shot, but through the executor to complete it!
Xu Lang leaned out the window, and the gloomy weather was in line with his state of mind at the moment.
This is a game with no winners and losers, because the executors cannot win at all. They don't have the chance of a comeback, or even the capital of a draw. Even if the newspaper is unwilling to play the game one day, they can overturn the board at any time.
He grabbed the cigarette on the table, drew one out and lit it, and watched the blue smoke blowing along the invisible breeze towards the window, disappearing...
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In a bungalow area on the outskirts of Shanghai City, there is only a dim red light in the humble room at midnight, which is the only thing to illuminate. This dim light is not enough to fill the entire room. The dark space is red. There are two people in the center of the lamp.
An old man dressed in coarse cloth, bowed himself and sat down at the table, his face was wrinkled, his long eyebrows drooped with eyelids, and there was only a gap in his eyes. No one could tell that he was open. Still closed eyes.
His lips were lightly opened. From the outside, there were no teeth left at all, one of them was inlaid with gold, and his mouth was muttering. No one could hear what he was talking about. The white beard followed every time. Lips opened and shook violently.
With his hands clasped together, the two skinny arms swayed up and down, and the collision of several copper coins in the palms of the palms made it even more crippled in this weird room.
Opposite him sat a bloated man who couldn't help shaking. He looked like a successful man in a suit and leather shoes, but his fat face was covered with sweat, and his mung bean-big eyes kept peeking at the dark corners of the room.
He always felt that there was a person standing in the dark corner on the west side... He withdrew his gaze at a glance, but curiosity prompted him to subconsciously look there. Under the red light, he suddenly saw a pale white The pale face, that face was extremely dry, without any edges, but it was really a human face!
The man’s cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he almost jumped up from where he was, but the old man who was shaking the coins suddenly frowned, staring at him straightforwardly, and shouted hoarsely: " Don't look around!"
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked quietly, "Master, how is it?"
The old man shook his beard, loosened his hands, and opened his palms, but found that the copper coins in his hands were all shattered, falling apart and becoming a pile of foam, his brows frowned, and he remained silent.
This made the opposite man feel anxious: "Master, is this... good or bad?"
"The hexagram is not a hexagram, it is torn apart, you are not far from death..." The old man's tone stretched extremely long, as if talking very laboriously.
"Don't! Master, can you think of a way, no matter how much you spend, I am willing!"
"I am only responsible for divination, not deciphering."
"Master... You can't meet your death, don't you..."
"Don't you go? Then you can stay for one night."
When the man heard the words, he felt a chill in the back of his neck. He slowly turned his head, but was blocked by reason at the last moment. His face changed several times, arched his hands and walked away.
The old man slowly retracted his palm and put it into his back pocket. He got up and walked to the dark corner on the west side. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a very realistic paper man by his neck.
But just as he was about to move, his body suddenly shook, and then he suddenly looked at a place in the distance. His eyes were finally opened completely at this moment, but they were shining in the red light, his right eye One piece of whiteness, as if wearing a milky white diaphragm.
The half-blind old man said in a hoarse voice: "Xu Lang...sternly... we are about to meet... Looking back in time, you have it, and I have it too!"
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In the conference room of the newspaper, except for the Song brothers and Zhu Zixing, all the employees gathered together, but there were no more people talking about it. There were only 13 people left here. Sit with someone you know.
Xu Lang is still sitting in his old position, with an unknown person on his right. This is also the only person on the team next to him. He looked at Yan Yan who was opposite, and then glanced at the rest of the employees.
Finally, he set his eyes on the chair in the center. He Xiao is dead. No one can sit in this position yet. However, according to the newspaper’s prompt, he knows that in two minutes, an official captain will become the newspaper. The actual leader within.
However, Xu Lang is not very interested in becoming a captain, nor does he have that idea. He only cares whether he obtains the captain's authority, which is extremely precious time-retrospective ability.
Yan Yan half-squinted his eyes, as if he was still at rest, indifferent to the noise around him, but his heart was also silently counting the last time.
Until a man's watch made a beep at 3:15 in the morning, he was so busy shouting: "The time is up, the official captain is about to be announced!"
Xu Lang raised his eyes and glanced at the man. This is John. It's just that the seat next to John, Cheng Guoguo, who used to be, can't return. He looked a little cold when he sat alone.
He waited for a while after hearing the words, but he never got the instructions he should have. He frowned. The time should not be inaccurate for the newspaper. In other words, perhaps the way the news was announced was not what he had envisaged. The same.
But then his gaze fell on the chair in the center. There was a drawer directly opposite that seat. The changes in the previous newspaper were also communicated in the form of A4 paper. Perhaps this time...
Xu Lang turned his gaze at Yan Yan and found that Yan Yan was also looking at him at the moment. After the two looked at each other for a moment, they stood up together in a tacit understanding. In the eyes of everyone, they came to the meeting one by one. The center of the room.
Xu Lang pulled the seat behind him and gestured to Yan Yan with a "please" gesture, but Yan Yan shook his head, and said calmly: "Come on, I only need to listen to the results. "
Xu Lang was not too polite, and opened the drawer. As expected, in addition to the previous sheets of A4 paper, there was another dark purple envelope. After he took it out, he tore it open. There is only a note in it.
In black on a white background, a person's name is written, but there is no excessive repetition other than that.
Xu Lang looked at the name on the note with a slightly stunned look in his eyes, and handed it to Yan Yan's eyes, but Yan Yan only took a look and then retracted his gaze. There was no change in his face at all, and he still kept the previous flatness.
Maybe it was because he had completed the task by God's will and his mentality was calm, or maybe the result was already in his expectation.
Under the suffocating atmosphere of everyone, Xu Lang pinched the paper entry and traversed all the employees, suddenly showing a smile, and then took out the lighter, and in the eyes of everyone's surprise and uproar, he personally took the piece of paper. The bar was lit, and after seeing it burned completely, Xu Lang nodded towards Yan Yan and left calmly!
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