Next, Tang Li's statements further confirmed Rankin's guess.
Although the occult steps and structures of the "Technical Flow" in the ritual process of the "Atonement Tree" are basically preserved, keywords and consciousness orientations such as "Thirty-six Sinners", "Receptors" and "Abandonment of Sins", Tang Li
Not even mentioning that the evil and cruel blood sacrifice ritual of the Virtue Association was changed beyond recognition.
Speaking of "appearance", Tang Li really made some "innovations" in this field. He especially emphasized that after injecting blood into the reserved trunk area, he had to cut off the bark and part of the trunk and make it into wood by hand.
Plastic mask.
This is probably the most ceremonial thing besides "blood".
As a result, Tang Li was still worried that Tao Ju would not be able to make it, so he thoughtfully said: Just dig three holes in it to reveal the eyes and mouth, and that would be enough.
Lang Jin felt very strange. He didn't understand Tang Li's attitude and statement.
Is this still a cult?
It seems that he is just fooling around, not caring about Tao Ju's life or death, and making fun of the cult organization.
If Tao Ju follows this method, even if he does not die due to fatal blood loss, he may not be able to awaken and control the "superpowers" he hopes for later, and there is a high probability that he will still be tortured by the people in power in the East 824th District.
to death.
Lang Jin was not optimistic about Tao Ju's future at all, but he quickly decided to follow up on the matter through his connections in the regional center to satisfy his strong curiosity.
Facts have proved that it was not just Lang Jin who thought so. Later, Tao Ju must also have felt Tang Li's attitude, so he asked again without confidence:
"Will this work?"
Tang Li raised his eyebrows: "Does it work? I'm a coward, your pragmatism tendency is very serious! We are discussing the difficult academic issues of power awakening and control. Of course, there are successes and failures. How can you be so worried about gains and losses?
?”
There was another silence on the other side.
Lang Jin felt that Tao Ju was probably scolding his mother.
After a lot of effort, he must have gotten over it, and managed to maintain a humble attitude: "Mr. Tang, it's really, um, you know, it's too difficult for me here!"
Tang Li made it clear: "Why do you want me to teach you how to do things? Teach you how to deal with the troubles over there? I have never asked you to do anything - except that night, because I was your recipient.
I'm tired of it, and I also want something. If it caused you any misunderstanding, I can apologize. As for what you do now, it has nothing to do with me."
"..."
"Okay, relax and face it correctly. Have a nice exchange and good luck!"
After saying that, without waiting for Tao Ju's response, Tang Li hung up the phone.
that's all?
This is too scumbag!
Lang Jin uses himself to save people. If Tao Ju still has some strength left, he will probably dig out a wooden figure from the selected tree, write Tang Li's name on it, and stab it with knives and needles...
With unreliable thoughts swirling in his mind, he suddenly heard Tang Li speak.
"Director Rankin."
"Ah, Director."
On the sofa, Langkin sat upright in an instant.
"The information is well compiled and very comprehensive." Tang Li did not hesitate to praise him verbally, but then changed the topic, "By the way, let me ask again, do we have any ready-made prisoners of the 'Virtue Association' here?"
Lang Jin was stunned and looked at Tang Li with a smile.
Before he could react, Tang Li smiled and waved his hand: "Forget it, I think it will come out as soon as it comes out."
As he said that, he looked at his watch again: "The off-duty time has already passed. You and I have worked for our Archon Kang for half an hour more. I will find a way to turn this contribution into a more practical reward... Okay.
, let’s get off work and go back early to rest.”
With that said, Tang Li closed the electronic document on the virtual workspace, which made the background numbers on the translucent desktop clearer.
Still 25.8.
Rankin looked at this set of numbers and still couldn't understand, just as he couldn't understand what Tang Li's words about "Prisoners of the Virtue Association" were like. He could only forcefully switch to work logic and stand up earlier than Tang Li.
, trying to organize the language:
"Old Sun will stay in the hospital for two weeks. Wang Peilie will spend the next few days..."
Tang Li waved his hand: "Let him get off work too."
"You didn't drive today..."
"My home is close to here, so I can go back no matter what."
Lang Jin was worried that Tang Li would have another "program" later and would not be able to persist anymore.
However, as soon as I closed my mouth, I heard something: "Everyone should have some private space, otherwise, wouldn't it be too pitiful to follow a leader like me?"
As he said that, Tang Li laughed again.
Rankin was so distracted by his laughter that he almost forgot to laugh with him.
At Tang Li's signal, he left in a daze and returned to his office. After sitting down, he remembered to call Wang Peilie and inform Tang Li of his decision.
Wang Peilie was overjoyed, but he did not forget to ask one more question: "Should I go to pick him up tomorrow morning?"
"Old Sun wouldn't say such nonsense." Lang Jin was in a irritable mood and replied coldly, "It's up to you."
After hanging up the phone, Langkin took out a wet wipe and wiped his slim face that was sticky from sweat. The cold wet wipe failed to calm him down, but instead made him think wildly.
Could it be that Tang Li's series of explicit and implicit statements were telling him: I am a member of the Virtue Association, and now I want to rob the prison. As my comrade, you must make due contributions?
But the details don’t match up!
Also, what should we say about the "Black Sun Sect" that Deputy Director Mei Zhu suspected?
Langkin took a deep breath and couldn't think any more, so he asked his subordinates who were still waiting for him to go home from work. He cleaned up hastily and left. When he walked to the parking lot in the backyard of the office area, he instinctively
I looked up and saw that the lights in Tang Li's office on the seventh floor of the office area had been turned off. He must have left.
The car started and left this increasingly complicated and treacherous place to make a living.
What Lang Jin didn't know was that in the dark office on the seventh floor of the office area with the lights out, Tang Li was standing behind the window, watching him leave with a smile.
Not long after, Tang Li walked to the dressing mirror on the side of the door and took off the coat hanging on the hanger next to it.
In the darkness, the mirror still faithfully showed his current appearance: a calm, decent young bureaucrat with a relaxed, casual and unreasonable smile. But gradually, the smile disappeared in the deep darkness, and the two corners of his mouth
The side muscles were pressed down, lines were squeezed out between the brows, and the masseter muscles on the sides of the cheeks were slightly bulging and trembling.
Tang Li immediately went out and left the office area. Except for the security personnel at the door, he didn't meet anyone again.
The security personnel inside and outside the guard box stood upright at the same time and saluted him with attention, but Tang Li turned a blind eye.
The security personnel don't care, leaders or not, there are all kinds of them, and they are all correct no matter what.
As told to Lang Jin before, the high-end residential area where Tang Li is located is not far from the district high-energy center, and the weather is beautiful today, with intermittent rainy weather for almost a month, making it difficult to take a break. The drainage facilities in the city are relatively complete.
Even though houses are destroyed and corpses are floating around in the suburbs, the roads here are still barely clear and there are no traffic jams.
Tang Li called a taxi and was silent all the way, and soon returned home.
His sister "married far away", and now he was alone. He only hired a nanny to ensure meals when he was not socializing, and to clean up on weekdays. When he got home, the nanny had left the food and left. Tang Li came in and paid no attention to the restaurant.
Next, he threw away his coat and walked quickly to the bathroom. At first, his steps were hurried, but later he became a little swaying.
Tang Li stumbled into the bathroom, lay down on the sink, bent over and retched.
His movements were so large that he had to use his elbows to maintain his balance. He didn't spit out anything, except for a little bit of saliva and mucus, and a long, bifurcated tongue that hung out and swung wildly.
Tang Li's body trembled slightly, and the support of his elbows and even knees quickly disappeared during the trembling, and he was almost hanging on the edge of the washbasin. His entire face also slipped out of the edge, facing the ground, with his mouth wide open, and on the hanging bifurcation
While the long tongue was swaying, he gasped for breath, and then a low, intermittent laugh came out of his throat, weird and crazy.
On the mirror above the wash basin, only Tang Li's twitching back could be seen.
And on this back, at a level that cannot be reflected by a mirror, the magic talisman was withdrawn silently, and its eight slender and sharp limbs were still "embedded" in the Tang Dynasty. However, this did not delay its habitual movement.
Rub the two front ones to create shadows in Tang Li's body. The six-colored pupils flicker slightly with every twitch of Tang Li's body.
"The change in the supporting core has an immediate impact on the thinking model."
Amidst the sighs, a more nihilistic and fuzzy shadow belonging to Ronan appeared on the curled and deformed back area of the magic symbol. He bent his legs, just like Tang Li who cruised the "Gangyu" on a big mechanical dog last week, sitting cross-legged.
On the back of the magic talisman.
Glancing at the poor man who was now demented, Ronan controlled the magic talisman and rushed towards the mirror in front of him, penetrating the empty mirror world and the thick building, heading towards the night sky that had completely dimmed.
Above the night, the colorful halo of lights in the city center was smeared, and Tang Li's maniacal laughter and moans seemed to be echoing.
Ronan didn't pay much attention.
At this moment, he was not only paying attention to Tang Li, but also paying attention to this area. In this seemingly prosperous, but actually chaotic and dead environment, there were many people who had similar but different reactions to Tang Li.
Here, there is Lao Bao, the liaison officer of the resistance army whose body was broken into pieces and spread out on the autopsy table, with only one breath left; there is the former security guard who ignored the nagging of his parents outside and was packing his bags silently in the house, with ambition burning in his eyes.
Chang Xin; there is the young adjutant Jiang Ke, who is ugly and pacing anxiously, and is still trapped in this city; there is also the division sitting in the conference room, who although he got what he wanted, is facing new pressure and is exhausted
Pang Tieshan, director of the Intelligent Management Center.
Also, Tang Li's two former and current deputies, Deputy Director Mei Zhu and Deputy Director Liu Xuezhi, were talking on the phone, and they were all laughing. However, compared to Liu Xuezhi's "really relaxed", Mei Zhu was
His brows were furrowed, worried that he had not gotten any valuable information from the topic involving Tang Li.
Of course, there was also Langkin. After this guy got home, he had a hasty meal and checked the information on the cult organization. The more he checked, the more upset he became and restless.