By the way... Are there any readers who are studying in Korea? You can join the group to discuss~~I want to write more real Korea
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September 25th, sunny.
The plane pulled a bright blue silver line in the sky and flew directly from the East China Sea to Seoul.
"Sir... Are you not feeling well?" The flight attendant looked at the young man in front of him with some worry, and the other party's face paled in disbelief.
This was a middle-aged man, but when he spoke, it was Oda Nobunaga's voice: "Thank you, I'm fine."
The flight attendant looked at him hesitantly for a moment, then asked softly, "Sir, do you need a cup of hot tea? Or hot coffee?"
Oda Nobunada lazily closed his eyes and shook his head.
The stewardess pursed her lips, as if she was going to say something, but the young master next to her happened to walk by and shook her head slightly at her. She bowed slightly, and then stepped back.
"I'm sorry. I borrowed it." These are all Korean flight attendants, tall, slender thighs, delicate makeup, and famous for her makeup magic. I have to say... You can't tell whether she has plastic surgery or not... However, she still looks extremely OK.
Stepping on bright red high heels, she had to walk to the lounge, however, there was no other flight attendant here, but a man in a black suit.
If Qin Ye was present, he could immediately see that the opponent was full of true energy, and he wasn't weak, maybe he was holding his soul.
"Senior Kim." The flight attendant closed the door, her face serious and worried, her hands were in front of her, she unconsciously tugged her clothes, and twisted gently: "At the beginning of this month... Korean Air Co., Ltd. issued an order, All cases of slurred speech, distorted posture, and loss of will on the plane must be notified to you immediately."
Mr. Jin raised his eyebrows and put down the newspaper in his hand. The newspaper is The Korea Times, which is the largest circulation newspaper in Korea and is in English. Covering political, financial, social, economic and other aspects.
At this moment, a line of words is reflected on the genuine version: President Cui Zaihai condolences to the disaster area in Gyeonggi Province, and a large-scale virus spreads in the country. I hope all citizens of Seoul will take precautionary measures. The worst-hit city of Guangzhou, Gyeonggi Province, may undergo its first-ever city-wide blockade. American virology experts arrived in South Korea a month ago. Last night, there was a breakthrough in research...
"how?"
The flight attendant bit her lip lightly, the airline company's order was inexplicable, and each plane was equipped with an "observer". And... She faintly heard... The plane that the club reported on by accident... All disappeared...
It made her very uneasy.
"That's it... There is something wrong with the passengers of H32, their faces are extremely pale, do you want to take a look at the seniors?"
Mr. Jin stood up immediately: "When I change clothes, take me there immediately."
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Qin Ye sat in his seat, looking at the white clouds and the dazzling sunlight outside the window, all kinds of thoughts were churning in his mind.
It's very troublesome to fly now... The underworld still needs its own transportation...
This trip, of course, did not use his ID card - his ID card is likely to be issued to the major police agencies in the world. However... as the king of hell, it is still very easy to get three airline tickets to find the eldest parents of the airport management system, Toto Meng, and to return to Yang. And possession is the best way to disguise Yin spirits, no one will see the identities of Wang Chenghao and Oda Nobunada.
It's just that the process is tortuous.
He had already planned to leave the world. It's only September 28th, and he needs to go to Korea a long time in advance. First of all, we must understand the situation of the Korean Yin Division in advance. Secondly, if he went at the right time, a few days of meeting would not be enough for him to learn the means of casting miracles. He needs to look deeper.
Moreover, once the time is up, his every move is exposed to the spotlight, and he has no time to do what he wants to do. Not to mention awakening Li Zhenshu's memory.
"Have the underworld been arranged? Have all my previous orders been given?" He sat with Wang Chenghao and Oda Nobutada. Looking at the window, he asked casually.
"It's arranged." As a secretary, after so many months of training, Wang Chenghao has also trained pigs. He now wears a pair of glasses and whispers: "All departments have the same views at the statistical meeting last month. There are many new measures in the underworld recently. We have to give the market and the ghost people a feedback time. Everyone is touching. Crossing the river with stones, too many new policies is not a good thing."
Qin Ye nodded, and when he really sat in this position, he knew what it was like to be indecisive and indecisive.
Obviously it seems to be a good policy, but is there any arrangement now? The follow-up response to the previous policy has not yet come out, and it will be rolled out immediately. If something goes wrong in the future, it will be a series of explosions. So... 150 years is really not much.
Whether a policy is suitable for the ghost society requires at least a six-month investigation period. And now in the past six months, it is the time when the Ministry of Finance is fine-tuning the interest rate and adapting the ghost people to the new currency.
"What about the follow-up work?"
"It's already started." Wang Chenghao recalled: "At the end of October, the Pengqiu wasteland reclamation troops were dispatched. Each team was matched with three impermanence and twenty detainees. The king beast has already been relocated. It is estimated that the land reclamation time will be as long as one year."
"In addition, the newspaper of the Yinsi Entertainment Group has already begun to prepare for the recruitment. The veteran generals of the military have participated in the introduction/stage of the Yin Soldier welfare program. Pengqiu is also empty. The rest is to wait for it to run on its own. Gradually increase the supplies - these departments are followed up by special development and reform commissions. There will be reports every month, and they haven't flown out of China's territorial waters yet, do you want to see?"
Qin Ye shook his head.
A city is built up, and then it runs precisely like a machine. The so-called officials, first, to see if there is any problem with these machines, and immediately replace the problem part if there is a problem. The second is to consider whether there are replaceable parts to make the machine more efficient.
From ancient times to the present, as long as the rulers are in a big city with Xiao Gui and Cao Sui, the city will automatically develop. This is the course of history and what they have to do now - wait.
Wait for the accumulation of Pengqiu to a certain level, when the quantity changes to the qualitative change!
"What about the passage to the underworld?" he asked after thinking for a while.
Wang Chenghao recalled for a moment and said softly: "At present, there is a serious shortage of soldiers, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is in chaos. Now we can only send some newly trained agents to investigate the three provinces of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fulin, and Bao'an. I am afraid that the intelligence feedback will take half a year. It’s almost the same time as the campaign, it’s more suitable to send troops at that time. By the way, Brother Qin, Li Jixi doesn’t have an official number yet, isn’t it…”
"Let's go back and talk about it." Qin Ye rubbed his brows, he really needed an information network now. The sudden situation in South Korea made him clearly realize that the international situation will never wait for anyone.
But Li Jixi, he still wanted to take a look.
He glanced at Wang Chenghao: "Speaking of your death is related to him, are you still talking for him now?"
Kazuo-san was stunned for a while, and took a long time to react: "Oh... yes... I'm dead..."
have to.
This IQ... I can't count on it in the future... Speaking of which, why are people like Su Feng, Zhou Xianlong still alive... My life and death book is about to move...
At this moment, their conversation stopped at the same time.
In the passage, a doctor in a white coat walked over with a smile.
He thought he was well disguised, but in the eyes of the three of them, the infuriating energy in the other party was as dazzling as the sunlight in the dark night.
"Kim Sang-woo." The other party was not tall, so he walked up to the three of them and bowed slightly with a smile: "A random doctor. The flight attendant told me just now, which passenger doesn't seem to be feeling well?"
not at all…
Oda Nobunaga couldn't help rolling his eyes, it's not uncomfortable... I'm afraid I'll scare you to death when I feel comfortable...
Wang Chenghao gave him an elbow lightly, on the plane, don't have an accident.
"Fortunately, there is some low blood sugar." Oda Nobunaga smiled.
"There is chocolate on the plane, you can taste it." Jin Xiangyu squatted down slightly and grabbed Oda Nobuta's hand: "Do you mind if I take a look?"
The moment he started, he was relieved.
The blood is flowing, warm, nothing unusual. There was no bloodshot in the eyes, no muscle stiffness in the face and hands, and no blue veins appeared.
No corpses... good.
Qin Ye watched this scene calmly, and at this moment, the sound of "knocking" suddenly sounded in his ear.
Like... something knocking on the window
He didn't pay attention at first, but in just half a second, his pupils suddenly widened.
This is the plane...
The plane that is about to leave China's Linhai!
Thousands of meters in the sky... something... knocking on the plane window
Taking a deep breath, he turned his head silently, glanced at it, and the corners of his eyes jumped fiercely.
That's a pen.
A very ordinary ballpoint pen.
However, there is a sense of impermanence on the pen!
The pen is very broken, and the impermanence inside is also sluggish. However, it was difficult to write a few words on the plane window: "Take me away..."
is Chinese.
"Pen Immortal?" Qin Ye frowned slightly. On the plane... how could Pen Immortal appear
And can you find yourself
He pretended to look out the window, put his face on the glass, and said lightly, "Who are you? How did you find this king? Say it."
He quietly let out a trace of the judge's yin, and at this moment, the ballpoint pen trembled desperately. As if terrified to the extreme. After a few seconds, she trembled and wrote: "Li Zhenshu..."
Qin Ye's eyes lit up, and he gently placed his hand on the glass.
There is no vibration.
When he put his hand down, the ballpoint pen was already in his palm. The writing on the window also slowly disappeared. Then he turned sideways and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
The ballpoint pen quickly wrote: "I... am Li Zhenshu's spirit. I am a pen fairy. When Li Zhenshu summoned a pen fairy... I wanted to control her, but she has no previous life or this life... Instead... I was locked in her. In my body, I can only live in her! I was there on Chung Yuan Festival. Please... take me back to Korea... I... If I don't live in her again, I will perish... "
Qin Ye narrowed his eyes: "Can you find her?"
"Yes!" Pen Immortal replied immediately: "We can't be separated anymore... I was isolated in the Chinese enchantment, and I couldn't get out at all. I was already desperate, but I didn't expect... to meet you... Fortunately, little devil... Invitation to heaven…”
You know how to talk... Qin Ye put his ballpoint pen in his pocket. However, at this moment, the other party suddenly struggled and wrote faster: "Sir! Be careful!"
"This plane... is not normal!"