The commander of the Fourth Army, who had just pinched the small pad, very cooperatively pulled the panel floating beside him.
Ji Xiuyun glanced at the panel, paused for a while when he was about to pass by, and then looked back.
Because he found that the words on the panel were spelled messily, there were a lot of typos, and he couldn't even recall the title at a glance.
"Who did it..." As soon as Mr. Marshal started talking, he lowered his head and looked at the little hairball squatting in front of him.
The little hairball also raised its head, staring at him with those beautiful blue cat eyes.
Marshal: "..."
Ok, I know who this panel is from.
It was also difficult for Yue An to type so many words with his little paws.
After all, the claws are small and short, and Yuean himself has no patience. It's okay to poke a few buttons to type a word that can be associated, but a long series of sentences can kill him.
It is very encouraging to be able to barely write such a panel.
You must know that on weekdays, even if you put the panel in front of Yue An and ask him to type a few words, he will be pushed away with a paw, and continue to meow meow willfully.
Mr. Marshal looked at the panel and couldn't bear to correct typos and confusing sentences. It was very difficult for the three legion commanders under him to endure such a panel document.
"Mahjong rules?" Mr. Marshal said while changing.
The head of the Fourth Army nodded: "Yes, it is probably a small entertainment game on the ancient earth. It is very interesting. It can exercise mental arithmetic and shorthand skills, as well as observation skills and anti-reconnaissance expression management. morning."
Yue An proudly puffed out his small chest, wagging his tail, and looked at Mr. Marshal with bright eyes.
Ji Xiuyun glanced at his cat, met the cat's eyes full of expectation, swallowed back the disgust and faults he picked out, and reached out to pat Yue An's head.
"That's right." Mr. Marshal said, "There are still a few enlightenment books at home."
Yuean: "..."
I just want compliments.
I don't want to study.
Learn to emaciate your cat.
The Marshal looked at him.
invalid objection.
Yue An turned around and pointed his butt at Ji Xiuyun.
Mr. Marshal looked at the tip of Yue An's tail dangling in front of him, and judged from the frequency and strength of the shaking that Yue An was not unhappy at the moment.
It was swinging leisurely, slightly tilted up in an arc, obviously in a good mood, and the angry little appearance seemed to be faking.
Ji Xiuyun turned his head and continued to look at the panel.
Generally speaking, it is a rule of the game, there are many typos, and the expression logic is very poor. It is a very perfect cat-style masterpiece-write whatever you want, and play freely.
I can't understand because your IQ is too low.
The IQs of the legion commanders are not low. After they were crushed by Yuean who mastered the rules for two hours, they finally understood what kind of game it was with a bunch of typos in the rules. A four-hour brutal counter-kill was carried out on Yue'an.
After four hours, Yue An felt that his hair was going to be bald.
However, the scene of playing mahjong with Ji Xiuyun that Yue An and the three army commanders expected did not happen.
Because Mr. Marshal, after he finished correcting the document full of typos and sentence errors during the attack of obsessive-compulsive disorder, clicked save, then stood up, turned around and left with his cat.
Viet An:? ?
The three legion commanders:? ? ?
etc
That's not how the script was written!
Yue An was being carried, and his four claws hung in the air and kicked: "Meow!"
The Marshal paused, reached out to support his buttocks: "What?"
Yue An sat on the Marshal's hand, stretched out his paw and pointed to the regiment of the three army commanders.
You promised to fight back for me! !
"No time to play." Ji Xiuyun put Yue'an into his pocket.
Just as Yue An was about to struggle to get out, his paws lightly brushed against a small hard object.
He paused, then went back into his pocket to take a look. The two chips he took out last night were lying there safely.
Yue An was well-behaved.
After all, it's about his future catnip.
Mr. Marshal took Yue An back home.
After resting all night today, he is going to take the scientific research department to court again—of course, it is a targeted lawsuit against No. 1 Elevator Laboratory.
This time it was not a court-martial, but the Supreme Court of the Empire.
Known as the supreme court that is absolutely strict, impartial and open.
According to the usual practice, after the court has conducted some verification and investigation of the case evidence and accepted his application for prosecution, the court will officially start three days later.
Ji Xiuyun didn't specifically mention his affairs to the Military Propaganda Department and his lawyer team, because the Military Propaganda Department and his lawyer team would definitely get to the bottom of it.
Part curiosity, part professionalism—they had to match every line of confession with evidence.
In the coming time, they will contact the acting minister of the scientific research department to obtain relevant evidence and seek some professional help to prepare for the trial.
Although the outside world will sooner or later know that Mr. Marshal was an SS-level genetic experiment subject, but knowing it is one thing, and directly presenting the experimental records as evidence in front of them are two different concepts.
This is the same as the difference between someone telling you "my foot hurts" and "I accidentally kicked a needle in my big toe and poked a piece of flesh under my nail". comforting mind. And the latter, let alone listening, just looking at the text will cause neuropathic pain in the body.
Ji Xiuyun still has a good idea of his status in the hearts of the military and the people.
If you really throw out the text records and audio-visual records in the experimental records, it will be over, not to mention that the people in the No. 1 laboratory will explode, and even the images of the entire scientific research department and all scientific researchers will be destroyed in an instant. hit rock bottom.
Mr. Marshal does not want to see this happen.
Exploring life, pursuing the mysteries of the universe and the origin itself is something very worthy of appreciation and affirmation.
But ordinary people who are dazzled by anger and a sense of justice will not see clearly like him. They will only beat the scientific research group to death, and have disgust and fear for this group.
When Mr. Marshal drafted the prosecution documents, he also emphasized that the details of the experiments that are not allowed to be disclosed as evidence are emphatically emphasized.
Ji Xiuyun brought Yue An back home, rubbed his brows tiredly and rested on the sofa for a while, before taking the two chips that Yue An took out into his hands.
Yue An didn't bring the box when he took the chip, and he couldn't tell which one was from catnip and which one was from Ji Xiuyun.
And Ji Xiuyun thought that these two chips were all about his experimental records.
——Until now, Ji Xiuyun thought that Yue An rushed to the scientific research department because he was angry about being attacked, and coupled with the fact that the SS-level genome was stirred up by the comments watching the live broadcast, Yue An was probably straight Ben beat the thoughts of those people's heads.
Mr. Marshal didn't suspect at all that the chip Yue'an took out would be something useless.
Although his cat is lazy, his brain is very clever.
While thinking about it, Ji Xiuyun took a chip and inserted it into the optical brain.
Yue An turned over from the carpet, jumped onto the sofa, squatted on Ji Xiuyun's lap, spread out his belly, and held Mr. Marshal's hand with his two front paws.
Ji Xiuyun is tall, and his whole body is bigger than ordinary people, including his hands.
With his hands stretched out, he can enclose half of Yue An's cat - leaving only a small head outside.
Yue An hugged his hand, patting it lightly with his little paws, as if he had to tap watermelon to test its ripeness before buying it.
While waiting for the chip code to be deciphered, the marshal lowered his head, looked at the little hairball on his leg, and moved the palm held by the soft and warm little body from time to time. Ann's little chin.
Yue'an opened his mouth and bit his index finger without using any force.
The white jade-like fangs and the soft pink tongue lightly brushed against the fingertips, with a slight itchiness.
Mr. Marshal let him gnaw, and reached out to take the second book of enlightenment education from the table.
"If you have nothing to do at home, learn this."
Yue An raised his head and took a look, then shrank into Mr. Marshal's palm, pretending that he didn't see it, his tail was still outside, dangling leisurely.
Seeing his reaction, Ji Xiuyun put the book aside, glanced at the deciphered interface, pulled back the hand held by Yue An, and clicked into the main page.
Then he frowned.
"Catnip reagent?"
Yue An's voice was sweet and greasy: "Meow!"
Mr. Marshal stared meaningfully at the cat who was acting coquettishly at him, pulled the experimental records aside, clicked on the backup of the cat’s data he had copied before, searched for catnip, and hugged the cat on his lap up.
"You went to the scientific research department for this?" Mr. Marshal asked, "That reagent when they arrested you, is this?"
"Meow!" Yue An replied simply and neatly, then stretched out his two front paws, touched Ji Xiuyun's face, coquettishly, "Meow~"
Mr. Marshal didn't know what to say.
—Who would have thought that Yue An entered the scientific research department not because he was offended, nor because he guessed what happened to him to vent his anger on him, but for the catnip that few people knew about
When he said this, Ji Xiuyun himself didn't believe it.
If the people in the No. 1 elevator knew about it, they would definitely be furious.
After all, before leaving the military prison, those two people were still angrily saying that he used Yue'an to enter the scientific research department to frame him.
Mr. Marshal didn't expect it to be like this.
The people in Elevator No. 1 used their lives and futures to demonstrate what it means to lure a cat into a house, what it means to be caught off guard, and what it means to never expect it.
Yue An was still rolling and acting like a spoiled child: "Meow~"
Mr. Marshal pulled out the chip and made a mark on it: "I will hand it over to the science class."
Satisfied, Yue An turned over and squatted happily on Ji Xiuyun's lap to tidy up the messy hair.
Mr. Marshal looked at another chip and asked him, "This one?"
"Meow." Yue An pushed the chip towards Ji Xiuyun.
"Mine?" Ji Xiuyun said while sending the chip into the optical brain.
"Meow!"
Yue An raised his head and raised a front paw.
Then, when Mr. Marshal squeezed his paw with some doubts, a small handful of flames burst out from the tip of the claw.
"Meow!"
Not only did I bring you the chip back!
I also burned the remaining muscle tissue and blood samples!
Can't think of it!
Mr. Marshal, who has a zero-level cat language, really couldn't think of it.
He glanced at the sleeve with a hole in it from a handful of flames, and taught, "Don't play with fire."
There are quite a lot of content in the chip that records the SS-level genome.
Mr. Marshal was not interested in watching the painful look of himself when he was young again, so he skipped the audio-visual materials and scanned the text.
The result disappointed him.
After such a long time, they still only stay at the level of conjecture, and they don't even have an accurate conclusion on the SS-level gene body.
Ji Xiuyun roughly read the records, took out the chip, and extracted the parts that could be used as evidence for emergencies, then rubbed the center of his brows, looking a little tired.
He hasn't closed his eyes since yesterday.
I have to get up early tomorrow.
Mr. Marshal looked at the cat who was already lying on the sofa and squinted and was about to fall asleep, and he carried the cat upstairs very simply.
The next day, the various galaxy media with different time differences in the Sints Empire received an explosive message.
— Marshal Ji Xiuyun of the Empire, who originally withdrew the lawsuit because of the cat's accident, once again brought the scientific research department to court!
This time it was not because of other people's accusations, but from Marshal Ji himself, and the goal was quite clear.
He sued all the scientific research staff of the No. 1 laboratory of the Imperial Scientific Research Department, a total of six people, including three who were previously suspended for investigation, and the former scientific research minister who took the blame and resigned.
The public prosecutor chosen this time is no longer a court-martial that accepts military charges, but the Supreme Court of the Empire.
This is a building that claims to be absolutely strict, fair, and impartial. It does not cover up and is not shaken by public opinion. It handles affairs absolutely in accordance with laws and regulations. It is not allowed to apply for non-grievous cases. Before the official court session, a large number of detailed investigations will be conducted on the case. special court.
It has been three years since the Supreme Court last sat.
But this time, the court accepted Marshal Ji's accusation very quickly, and announced the first court session in three days on the same day.
The investigation of the situation only lasted for one day. Compared with the efficiency of the Supreme Court of the Empire before, it was like firing a rocket!
But what does this mean
This shows that the prosecution's evidence is sufficient enough that it only needs to be verified instead of a new investigation!
Everyone knows that the night before, Marshal Ji led his troops into the scientific research department in a rage!
What happened in the middle?
The media flocked like crazy, flocking to the Supreme Court of the Empire, trying to learn something from the staff.
And Yue An's live broadcast room, which they paid attention to, was opened as usual.
In the picture, the little white hair ball curled its tail around a box of small stone cubes carved with some strange patterns, raised its soft paws, and knocked on the door of Marshal Kevin's house.
The author has something to say: Yuean: After retirement, the elderly in our village love playing mahjong!
Marshal Kevin: I... haven't retired yet. [Hesitating to talk but stop.jpg]