As promised, there will be three shifts in three days, and those missing a few days ago will be made up.
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In the invisible darkness, a dagger silently stretched out and slashed towards his throat. But don't know where to start.
With no expression on his face, he smiled and said, "Can you make it earlier?"
"Why?" Mo Changhao frowned slightly: "You... inconvenient?"
How could it be convenient!
At this moment, Qin Ye's vest was wet.
On the 15th, the first Zhongyuan Grand Ceremony in a hundred years! It was announced that the entire Dongshan Province, the underworld forces took over again!
The gazes of 20 million Yin spirits.
The first large-scale celebration of the new rulers is comparable to the first National Day after the founding of the Xinhua Kingdom!
And... Daoist Asura is coming in person!
And the laying of monetary policy!
All of this is based on the Zhongyuan Grand Ceremony, making this century-old Zhongyuan Festival the first event that will be talked about decades later. Let the Taoist master see the situation clearly, let the ghost people really take heart, and let the currency be laid smoothly. At such a time, he must come in person!
But now, once the 15th excavation, he will not even take the time to go to the underworld, not even a trace! When excavating the site of the metamorphosis level, the judge does not sit in person
Between Yin and Yang, there must be a choice. And it forced him to choose.
"It's not very convenient." After pondering for a moment, he smiled and said, "On the fifteenth, the anniversary of my only relative grandfather's death, the Mid-Autumn Festival, I must pay homage."
He never used his grandfather who had eaten Tai Sui with him as an excuse.
For things like Tai Sui, half of them may survive, and half of them may become monsters. At that time, two people ate, and he survived alone. He never thought that it was grandpa who left him the chance to live. If it weren't for the situation, he would never have made such an excuse.
No swords and swords.
There are also no axes and forks.
But he just felt that something intangible was pushing him forward step by step, and he couldn't help himself. and irresistible.
"It won't be delayed." Before SRC could speak, Mo Changhao smiled and said, "We usually worship ancestors at Qingming Festival. Are you in Zhongyuan? It's not surprising... But how long does it take to worship ancestors? I'll help you see then. Come on, it's the same when you go to worship your ancestors and come back again."
Qin Ye lowered his eyes, feeling troubled.
He didn't forget that Yan Luo's seal reflected Mo Changhao's shot at him.
"The yin is invincible against the yin spirit. Mo Changhao is in a province, and his strength definitely belongs to the upper middle class in the yang world..." His thoughts changed, and he smiled: "Actually, I still hope to talk to grandpa more. Otherwise, this is the case. ? From the morning of the 15th until five o'clock in the morning, help me take a look, and after five o'clock, I will rotate you for a day?"
"Mr. Qin." Mo Changhao picked up the teacup and took a sip, his smile remained the same: "Metamorphosis level... But there has never been a case where a judge was present."
"You know, Yin spirits of the same rank are much weirder than humans. The unit judge, if something goes wrong, I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of them."
Fuck... Qin Ye cursed inwardly. Almost forgot about this.
However, he was unable to speak for the third time.
It's not that I can't say it, but it's too abrupt to say it.
What's the matter with you? Have to act on the night of the 15th? And to hide it from everyone? Family love and official business, sitting in your position, you must choose the latter, which is an obligation and a responsibility.
The third time he spoke, it did not fit the character of "Wuyang City Judge".
Forget it, I took an hour away... I hope Arthas and Ting Ting won't kill me... There are seven days left, and it's not too late to find another chance...
A sense of urgency arises spontaneously, but it can only be pressed in the bottom of his heart, and he doesn't say anything anymore.
"Then it's decided." Mo Changhao knocked on the table: "Director Fang, send the excavation team's list, resume, process, and plan to Mr. Qin for a look. All personnel who are in contact with the metamorphosis level must Strict review. Also, Wuyang City."
Wu Wenqing stood up immediately: "Yes. You said."
"Communicate with Mr. Qin immediately, mobilize all personnel, and prevent possible supernatural phenomena. Within a radius of 10,000 meters, the defense must be completed within three days. Moreover, no resident can be left."
"Yes!"
Qin Ye closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled through the gap between his teeth.
Damn... There are so many things, I really can't let myself live in peace for a moment!
All of these plans had to pass his review, and he had to scrutinize them carefully. However…
Only seven days until the Zhongyuan Grand Ceremony! The layout of the playground, the placement of all facilities, various security measures, Pengqiu is also waiting for him to nod!
I just hate the lack of avatars!
"Mr. Qin?" Just as his thoughts were flying, Mo Changhao's voice sounded again, Qin Ye came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, I lost my mind."
"It doesn't matter." Mo Changhao didn't care: "Then, start now?"
Qin Ye raised his eyebrows in shock, "What to start?"
"Of course it's a plan. Within a radius of 10,000 meters, there are tens of thousands of households, two communities, mobilization, and investigation. We need to do all these things ourselves." Mo Changhao sighed with some sympathy: "We are okay, ordinary Yin spirits are fundamentally Not our opponent. Therefore, we have to shoulder the safety of all peoples.”
If he looked at Qin Ye meaningfully: "What do you think?"
Qin Ye said indifferently, "Yes."
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Qin Ye didn't know that all the pictures were simultaneously appearing in an apartment in Wuyang City.
Zhou Xianlong sat in front of the sofa and looked at the picture calmly. Xu Jiu Cai said, "Tell Mo Changhao that in these seven days, don't give him any preparation time except sleeping."
There was no answer, only a voice with flying fingers.
Zhou Xianlong closed his eyes and sighed, "I hope to hear your analysis."
"Why." An albatross turned his back and said calmly: "You have already made a judgment in your heart, but you don't want to believe it. What you need is not analysis, but our comfort, or, in other words, to prove you through our words. The guess in your heart proves that what you did is not wrong. With all due respect, Deputy Director Zhou, what you did is right."
"This is responsible for the whole country."
Zhou Xianlong didn't speak, but just held the teacup's hand, his knuckles turning white.
"If you insist on listening, then my words may not sound good." Albatross sighed and turned around: "First of all, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, any time since the outbreak of the supernatural tide, every corner of the country is full of supernatural beings. Rampage, the three major ghost festivals, the legendary gate of ghosts is closed, it is the three days that the whole country is strictly guarded and guarded."
"In the past three days, there is an iron rule that no investigators are allowed to go out. They must not leave their posts under any excuse. I don't believe that Mr. Qin has not read this ordinance. This is a compulsory course for all judges, even if he has not entered the party school for training. There must be a relevant department that issued a judge order to him online. However, he still chooses to go out."
"Why?"
His language was like a sword, cutting away Zhou Xianlong's last fluke: "When there are thousands of ghosts walking at night, if he has something to do with the ghosts, he will definitely do something. This is the only reason why he might go out. Otherwise, I can't figure it out. A human with high-end combat power, the three ghost festivals are not in his post? This is simply unexplainable!"
"Leader, wait for the result."
"With this step, we can no longer let go. It is about the death of a colleague, and the attention of high-level people. If human beings are related to Yin spirits, there are too many things involved in him, we are only responsible for actions, and the results are handed over to them. Let the above judge. It is not that the investigator has not faced the time when his relatives have turned into ghosts, and this position must not be abused."
After speaking, he turned around calmly and continued to adjust the picture on the screen.
After a long time, I heard a sigh behind me, and then the voice became extremely firm: "Of course."
"According to the plan."
"At 0:00 on the 15th, the 'Scale' plan was executed on time, no mistakes!"
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At night, thousands of houses were lit up, and Qin Ye dragged his tired body out of the office.
The meeting has just ended. It is about the mobilization of tens of thousands of households and tens of thousands of residents, and the deployment of defenses according to local conditions. In a few hours, only a rough step has been made.
In the days that followed, there was a lot more... I pressed my swollen temple. Qin Ye picked up the phone and looked at it, then gave a wry smile.
eight thirty…
Half an hour has passed since the agreed time with Alsace.
Returning home in a hurry, he turned Yan Luoyin immediately, and in a blink of an eye, he had appeared in the office of his Yin Si.
Both Alsace and Wang Chenghao were waiting for him in the office.
"I… "
"It's okay." Arthas raised his hand to interrupt him: "I'm used to it."
Yiwei opened his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end.
"This is the speech the secretary gave you. You have half an hour to familiarize yourself with it. At nine o'clock, you must start announcing the city anyway."
Qin Ye took the speech at a loss. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Arthas had been a lot colder to him recently.
No... It's not cold, he is very sensitive to people's emotions, if he really wants to say... It seems like the kind of tiredness that hates iron.
After pressing the thought, he stopped thinking about it, and quickly looked at the information. Half an hour later, he nodded towards the two of them, and then, Yin Qi covered the whole city like a tide.
boom!
Qin Ye's tall shadowy figure penetrated the sky and the ground, slowly standing up in the darkness, countless ghosts and fires lingered, illuminating every corner of the entire Pengqiu City. Suddenly, all the ghost people who were chatting looked over in shock.
Pengqiu's nightlife is probably better than Bao'an. After all, in the age of no electricity, there is no substitute for candles, and ordinary ghosts cannot last long by relying on ghost fires for lighting.
Therefore, it is a good idea for the neighbors to gather together to chat, and the use of ghost fires in turn seems to return to that simple era, and the sense of alienation brought by the modern steel forest seems to be much weaker.
Qin Ye's eyes swept across the city, the five major urban areas, and countless ghosts and fires began to faintly flash. If Yin Ling Galaxy, just a month ago, the underworld issued a document, and Pengqiu was divided into five districts, the northwest district, the northeast district, and the southwest district. , Southeast District, Central District, with various sub-district offices.
This is my kingdom... the master of the underworld, the kingdom of the dead!
A rush of blood rose from my heart for no reason. Under his lightning-like gaze, none of the Yin spirits dared to look at each other, and they all lowered their heads.
"Now, announce Underworld Order No. 002."