Wang Jun put down the letter and murmured in a low voice: "The truth of the world?"
There is no special connection from the tone of Chen Yangmei's letter, but the end and beginning of a letter are often the key points.
The last sentence clearly said: "Go find Ye Zhen."
"Does he and Ye Zhen know each other?" Wang Jun asked himself and answered: "The possibility is not small. Both of them have stayed in City 36 for more than ten years, and they are leaders in a certain field."
At this time, Qi left and came back, reappearing on the computer screen, "Found it, found it."
Wang Jun said: "Pick up the important ones."
Qi nodded and said at a faster speed:
"Seventeen years ago, the Third Investigation Team reported a major discovery. Branch No. 36 of the Red Umbrella Company responded promptly and dispatched a response team..."
According to Qi's oral account, the convoy did encounter a large group of aberrations on its way back.
Because the major discovery is the natural aura gemstone, gemstones have a fatal attraction to aberrations.
It's just that the responding team has strong firepower and is accompanied by many lv3 transcendent beings, so the aberrations did not cause any trouble to them at all.
The real crisis came from the responding team. They led the convoy in the wrong direction and took the convoy to a remote abandoned town about ten kilometers northwest of City 36.
Immediately afterwards, the response team cleared out the original members of the convoy, leaving no one alive.
Moreover, over the next ten years or so, the people who were responsible for responding to the accidents had accidents one after another, and either died or disappeared. There would always be a more suitable reason.
This method cannot be said to be similar to what happened with the third investigation convoy. It can only be said that it is exactly the same. As expected, it was all done by Kobe Aiyama.
Wang Jun closed his eyes and opened them again, the inexplicable anger in his heart was aroused again.
At this time, Lingyun chip’s host detection function gives an evaluation:
[The mental state is contaminated by the residual body of consciousness. The current pollution level is: 1%. Suggestion: Pay attention to your current emotions, find the source and solve it. 】
Wang Jun was stunned and asked: "Under what circumstances does spiritual pollution usually occur?"
Before Lingyun Chip's response was given, Qi replied: "Soul pollution is very troublesome. It is not a simple mental illness, it is also more serious than the evolutionary disaster of the soul."
"Elaborate." Wang Jun said.
Qi pondered for three seconds and quickly spoke a large amount of information.
"Mind pollution will distort the mind, not just the human mind, but the minds of all sentient beings in the world."
"The specific reason for its birth is not certain, but Shanhai Design Institute once issued a more authoritative statement."
"Most of the pollution in the mind comes from the conscious body, and the conscious body is the spiritual embodiment of life."
"For example: works of art imbued with the strong spirit of the creator will contain superficial spiritual pollution."
"Or, when a person dies, there is strong unwillingness or other emotions, and the consciousness will be left behind."
"There are many more examples, and the reasons are endless, but the point is that this type of consciousness is extremely fragile. It has no thinking mind and just follows a strong obsession."
"If obsession cannot be eliminated, mental pollution cannot be eliminated and will become stronger over time."
"There is only one way to solve it, which is to eliminate the obsession of the conscious body."
At this moment, Wang Jun suppressed the unreasonable anger in his heart and realized something: he inherited the memory of his predecessor, and this memory contained the broken consciousness when his predecessor died. The core obsession in his consciousness was to find out the death of his parents.
the real reason.
No wonder this person keeps exercising all year round and joins the Red Umbrella Company without hesitation.
It's a pity that his predecessor was withdrawn and dull, especially not good at interpersonal communication. According to the earth's terms, he had full-blown social phobia. He didn't find out the reason until his death.
Qi observed Wang Jun's subtle expression and said softly:
"What's wrong? Are you suffering from mental pollution?"
Soul pollution is more or less linked to time travel. Time travel is the top secret among top secrets. If you can't tell it, don't tell it... Wang Jun shook his head in an incomprehensible way, "No, I'm just asking.*
"According to big data, 98% of humans do not mean what they say when they say this."
Qi's left eye widened and her right eye narrowed, as if she wanted to hang her left eyeball on Wang Jun's face.
Half a second later, it retracted its head and spread its paws, "It's nothing important. Everyone has their own secrets, I understand."
Wang Jun nodded and was about to say thank you.
Suddenly, Qi said in a joking tone: "Friendly reminder, it is best to deal with spiritual pollution as soon as possible, otherwise, you will not know when you will become a mutant."
Qi must have seen something, probably guessing that I was mentally contaminated, but it was impossible to know about my time travel... Wang Jun pondered for a moment, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
In the end, he felt that he had to seek change, change from passive to active, and take the initiative to clean up Kobe Fengshan.
A lv3 transcendent will never be easy to kill and should unite all forces that can be combined.
Wang Jun folded the letter and put it back into the envelope, "It's time to meet Boss Ye."
…………
Heifeng Lane, a small courtyard.
There are mats spread out on the ground in the courtyard, and two futons and a low square table are placed on the mats.
Ye Zhen was sitting cross-legged, with his ancient sword across his legs, and his trademark poker face, making it impossible to tell his expression.
"I know the matter. The envelope and code words are indeed true, but you said you got this letter from the old man of the Zhao family?"
Wang Jun nodded slightly and said nothing more.
Ye Zhenguo's face is serious and solemn. Every word must be carefully considered before speaking, and his speaking speed is not too fast: "It does seem like his temperament, but how can you guarantee that this letter is not forged by Zhao Xiuhe?"
Wang Jun responded fluently: "I don't know whether it is true or false, but I know my situation."
"Tell me about it." Ye Zhen nodded.
Wang Jun said: "Kobe Fengshan attaches great importance to me and another fugitive project team member, completely exceeding the normal level. The three-month safety period is no longer safe in my opinion. At this moment, I am just a boarding member."
There is no way the guys from the Red Umbrella Company can be afraid of the customers in Black Front Alley."
"You are very sincere." Ye Zhen flicked the scabbard with his fingers instead of nodding. "You didn't make excuses, and you didn't associate some lofty ideas with that code word. I appreciate this."
Wang Jun smiled slightly, "No one is born noble. I believe in the combination of interests more than illusory ideas."
Ye Zhen frowned, "This sentence is suitable for Red Umbrella Company, but it does not apply to Black Front Alley. Especially me, I hate similar values. Don't you be afraid of this?"
Offend me?"
"If Boss Ye doesn't have the tolerance to tolerate other people's thoughts, then I have to find another way out." Wang Jun spread his hands.
Rubbing the scabbard with his palm, Ye Zhen said calmly:
"The words are direct enough and somewhat interesting. It has been a long time since anyone from the younger generation has dared to reveal their true feelings in front of me."
Hearing these words, Ye Su, who was pacing around in the yard, curled her lips. Sisters have never been secretive. They just said whatever they thought of, and their father didn't even say a word of praise.
Through the air, she used her fists, which were bigger than a sandbag, to challenge Wang Jun, waiting for Wang Jun to respond, so that she could have a hearty fight without having to stand boringly.
Wang Jun's facial features are sharp and he can see but does not respond.
Look at your nose with your eyes, look at your heart with your nose, and rest your hands naturally on the edge of the square table. There is no small back-and-forth rubbing movements, nor is there any unnatural stiffness in the shoulders and knees.
Ye Zhen looked straight ahead, including Wang Jun in his sight, but he didn't seem to be looking at Wang Jun at all.
His thoughts seemed to fly away, gradually becoming distant.
My mind drifted to my close friend who always wore a white coat and simple mille-layer cloth shoes.
There was always a hint of sadness on that easy-going face, but the corners of his mouth stubbornly refused to be flat, as if he was declaring his integrity to the whole world.
Chen Yangmei, Chen Yangmei, you are such a complete bastard!
Why did you leave so early? What kind of bullshit plan did you arrange to prevent your brothers from avenging you...
Ye Zhen closed his eyes and retracted his thoughts with his sight. He placed his palms under his heart. There was an inner bag. Inside the inner bag was a letter. The style of the letter was exactly the same as what Wang Jun brought.
The envelope is white, with no patterns, and no silver or gold lines. It just has clear and neat handwriting written on the front of the envelope.
The difference between the two letters is that one has the addressee clearly stated, while the other has left the addressee blank.
Wang Jun sat upright and noticed Ye Zhen's eyebrows and eyelids twitching slightly.
This subtle change added a touch of sadness to his poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Suddenly, Ye Zhen's eyes opened sharply, and a sharp light shone in his eyes.
"Once you take this step, you will never have any room for regret."
"I had already thought it through before I came here." Wang Jun smiled cryptically, "Rather than being in a panic when being chased, I prefer to plan ahead, plan in advance, and continuously erode the enemy's power."
"Okay, I'll take you to see the lining of Black Front Lane." Ye Zhen stood up with his sword, and a strap came out of nowhere, pierced it three times and wrapped it around five times, and tied a nice knot, and the simple long sword was firmly tied
Behind his back.
Seeing such a down-to-earth technique, Wang Jun couldn't help but sigh: "Shouldn't we control the energy and bind the long sword?"
Ye Zhen said: "I'm used to it."
"I see." Wang Jun nodded, expressing his understanding. After all, masters also grow up from rookies, and many of the habits they develop in their early years stay with them throughout their lives.
"My father is trying to save face for you," shouted Ye Su, who was standing next to him: "Don't you know that masters compete with each other in a matter of millimeters, and the difference in energy cannot be ignored? Just to show off.
Handsome, is it worth it? Spend a lot of money!"
A black line appeared on Wang Jun's forehead, and he glanced at Ye Su's buttocks, thinking that when he got the chance, he would rush up and have his big feet burned.
…………
Blade Cinema, underground secret room.
Ye Zhen led Wang Jun into an elevator, and then verified a series of security measures, such as: password input, iris verification, palm print confirmation, and voice password.
After a number of complex procedures, the elevator door slowly closed.
Ye Zhen was not a talkative person and had no intention of introducing him.
Wang Jun did not ask for trouble and stood quietly, like a sculpture.
Generally speaking, being clueless should be paired with being unhappy.
But when these two people get together, they seem to be unhappy. Except for necessary conversations, they may not be able to say more than three sentences in half a month.
Di hum~di hum~~di hum~~~
The elevator descended faster and faster, with no intention of stopping.
The feeling of weightlessness enveloped Wang Jun, gradually increasing from light to heavy.
Wang Jun calculated in his mind: "According to normal acceleration calculation, it will drop at least 8 meters per second, and 15 seconds have just passed..."
He concluded that he was 120 meters underground and was continuing his descent.
The current underground depth is far deeper than the sewers in City 36. Where is Boss Ye taking me?
Questions lingered in his mind, and Wang Jun waited patiently.
After the elevator descends eight or nine hundred meters, the scenery outside the tempered glass is no longer various rock formations, but an empty and vast space.
Wang Jun took a step forward, pressed his palms against the transparent glass wall, and widened his eyes.
At this moment, the elevator he was riding seemed to be in the clouds. Looking around, he could see huge ring-shaped mountains. Within the mountains was a basin, and above the basin was a huge ceiling dotted with spar, like a starry night sky that never had daylight.
There is a small city in the center of the basin. The size of the city is approximately one-tenth the size of City No. 36. The whole city is full of a sense of technology. The streets and buildings are all integrated with special materials, which look like metal and glass.
The only regret is that there is no light in most areas of this small city. There are only patches of light under the seven specially-made transparent elevator tubes of the elevator, and there are only sporadic lights in the rest of the area.
"Are you shocked?" Ye Zhen said quietly with his hands behind his back.
Wang Jun nodded, followed his heart's will, and said: "I have heard about this place. The reason why City 36 was built. The Zhao family even moved their whole family for this lost city."
"No, you are wrong," Ye Zhen shook his head, "Two-thirds of the Lost City is controlled by the Zhao family, and the rest is indirectly controlled by the other eight of the nine chaebols through the Red Umbrella Company Branch No. 36."
"What about this?" Wang Jun asked.
Ye Zhen replied: "This small city is a satellite city of the Lost City and belongs to us alone."
Exclusively occupying the satellite city, Black Front Lane's strength is far stronger than I thought... Wang Jun's eyes trembled slightly.
Ye Zhen seemed to be aware of it and said: "Heifeng Lane is just a part of our organization. Don't get me wrong."
"Organization?" Wang Jun frowned. He had an instinctive aversion to these two words. He had no choice but to reincarnate, so he would not easily forget how he died in his previous life.
At this time, Ye Zhen's eyes were full of pride, and every line of his poker face was like a leaping dragon, and his whole face looked full of energy, "Chiqi, our organization is called Red Flag. We have only one creed: 36 of the Federation.
Every city is a prison. We must liberate all mankind and gather the power of all mankind in 36 cities, so that we can avoid extinction in the catastrophe of the end of the world."
Wang Jun's eyes were blurry, as if he was dreaming back to China, and he murmured something seemingly irrelevant: "One day, red flags will be planted all over the world."
Hearing this, Ye Zhen's eyes widened and he looked at Wang Jun in disbelief, "What did you say?!"
Wang Jun realized that he had made a mistake, fell silent, and looked into Ye Zhen's eyes.
The deep eyes hide wonder, expectation, and desire...
In his previous life, Wang Jun was a killer and a person in a dark world, but he had a bright heart and was moved by the righteousness of the Chinese revolutionary ancestors. Occasionally, in the dead of night, he lamented that he had no chance to share the blood of his ancestors.
I never expected that I would hear similar ideas in this life.
Wang Jun shook his head, his eyes hid three times the seriousness, "I want to say that princes and generals should have their bearings. Chaebols should not be aloof. People are born equal, and huge companies should not become machines that enslave their employees.
If someone can wave the red flag, rally the broad masses of the people, overthrow the plutocrats, and destroy the companies, it will be just around the corner."
"The chaebol controls many lifelines such as technology, economy, survival, and transcendence. It is not easy to overturn it." Ye Zhen shook his head.
Wang Jun said: "Water can carry a boat and also overturn it. The people are the water and the plutocrats are the boats. As long as we can stimulate the people's thoughts and gather many enlightened people, we will surely start a prairie fire with a single spark of fire."
"Okay, that's good," Ye Zhen looked moved, which was completely unusual. He pressed Wang Jun's shoulders hard, "If you can say these words, it's really worthy of me to bring you down."
Wang Jun felt a sense of shame in his heart. These precious thoughts all came from his eternal youthful motherland, which he could never return to.
After a while, the elevator descended to the bottom and the door slowly opened.
Ye Zhen looked at Wang Jun: "I didn't expect you and I to be so close to each other, so I'll call you Ajun without any courtesy."
Wang Jun nodded, "Okay, Boss Ye."
"Hey, let's change the name." Ye Zhen shook his head slightly and held Wang Jun's hand firmly with both hands, like an old revolutionary who finally met his comrade, "I'm much older than you, so just call me Brother Ye."
Wang Jun hummed, "Brother Ye."
"Yes." Ye Zhen raised the corner of his mouth slightly and patted the back of Wang Jun's hand, "Next, I have to take you to meet someone. That person is like a mirror for you. I guarantee that you will be deeply impressed after seeing it.