"On the disaster day, casualty statistics in twelve cities across the country! Ninety-seven thousand people died!"
"Latest news, nearly 100,000 people died due to projection!"
"Natural disaster? Man-made disaster? What on earth is Terry doing?"
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Cheng Lin scrolled through the pages on his phone almost mechanically.
After coming out of the airport, he got into the car and finally turned on his closed cell phone. Then, as expected, a lot of messages popped up.
Although I have some expectations about the situation online.
But when he actually opened various media platforms and saw the news and posts about this sudden disaster that occupied all the hot search terms, Cheng Lin's heart still sank.
Various online communities are full of news about paying tribute to the victims, which makes people unable to avoid it.
Compared with the reality, which seems to be relatively calm and not much has changed, a huge shock has occurred on the Internet.
Especially after the statistical report on the number of victims was released, this shocking number is difficult for anyone to ignore.
Along with the official speeches and the announcement of subsequent compensation matters, some angry voices also began to burn.
Across the screen, Cheng Lin could almost feel the temperature of anger.
However, the undead in the projection is not a good target for venting.
To a certain extent, these skeletons are no different from the earth's crust in earthquakes.
So, soon, in the wave of public opinion, people's angry cannons were almost instinctively aimed at the "Special Division" department and monks everywhere.
The long-standing, backlogged conflicts between ordinary people and practitioners exploded in an unstoppable manner. People angrily denounced, cursed, and asked the monks in the department why they didn't stop and release the undead into the city.
This torrent of anger is so great that almost no dams can stop it, or no one wants to stop it.
Cheng Lin silently turned off the screen, almost imagining the pressure the Secret Service Department in the capital was facing now.
This made him nervous, even though the people didn't know that he was actually the culprit of all this.
"Master..." Cheng Lin opened his mouth, wanting to ask the driver to stop or change direction. In short, don't go to the headquarters of Jiusi in the provincial capital as he said when he got in the car.
However, as soon as the sound came out of his mouth, he realized that it was already too late.
Outside the car window, Jiusi's office building in the provincial capital was clearly visible.
However, he noticed that there was now a large group of people crowding outside the building that used to be deserted with few people staying.
With the help of his extraordinary eyesight, Cheng Lin saw those people blocking the gate, holding up banners and shouting something towards the gate.
"What's going on?" Seeing the driver turning his head slightly, Cheng Lin asked instead.
"They seem to be the family members of the deceased. Our situation is better. It's not like those cities in the news where so many people died, but it's not a lot. I heard that a train on the railway was blocked there.
, almost all the people in the car died, and only a few dozen survived. Some family members came to ask for an explanation, just because they wanted the government to pay more money... Sigh."
The driver glanced over there, then moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end he just sighed.
"Are you still going to stop?" After saying that, he added another sentence.
Cheng Lin was silent for a moment and said: "Don't stop, keep moving forward."
"Where to go?"
"Go forward first."
The driver didn't ask any questions. The car accelerated slightly and passed by the gate of Jiusi.
Through the car window, Cheng Lin could clearly see a strange little lapel at the door, his face turned pale as he faced the abuse and filthy words, trying in vain to explain something amidst the siege of a group of people.
For a long time, Cheng Lin withdrew his gaze and looked quietly at the crowd on the street, which looked no different from usual ones.
The quiet real world and the turbulent Internet formed a very clear contrast, and they were like two extremes. Only when he felt carefully could he smell some tense atmosphere in the air.
After walking around the city for a while, Cheng Lin didn't know where to go.
He couldn't go back to the academy. After all, he had graduated. Ning Cheng... there was no point in going back. Now he couldn't go to the Jiusi headquarters... Cheng Lin thought about whether to go back to the spirit world, but gave up the idea.
He always felt that there were many pairs of eyes staring at him secretly, most of them from the capital. Before the final result appeared, it would be better for him not to "disappear" rashly.
After thinking for a while, Cheng Lin finally thought of a place to go, so he found an address and gave it to the driver: "Let's go here."
He said.
Then, Cheng Lin silently rubbed his phone and looked in the direction of the capital.
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Beijing.
It's nearly noon.
When Shi Shengcun saw a group of people in formal attire appearing in front of him, he was not surprised at all.
In contrast, the other party's gloomy face clearly showed their anger.
"Director Shi, I heard that you let Cheng Lin go?" A square-faced official stared coldly at the latter sitting at the conference table, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
"The word "put" is not appropriate." Shi Shengcun looked at the official with a flat expression.
"Oh, it's inappropriate? What should I say? Or run away?" the other party said with a sarcastic expression.
Xu Kuan, who was next to him, was trying to soften his words when he heard the words. He saw that the indifference on Shi Shengcun's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.
The room suddenly became extremely depressed. The official and several people behind him changed their expressions and subconsciously took a step back. Then, they only heard Shi Shengcun say in a cold tone:
"Do you know why I put my office in Yanshan? It's because I want to be far away from you fools who know nothing about spiritual practice."
"Shi Shengcun! How dare you..."
"Oh? Are you not satisfied with my attitude? Then you can report it to the superiors."
"You..." The official was speechless for a moment, his face uncertain.
Xu Gu next to him sighed silently, stood up and said:
"Okay, it's okay for him to leave temporarily. Shi Shou, you already know the purpose of our visit this time."
"Sit down." Shi Shengcun waved his hand, raised his finger at the same time, and pointed it in the air. An invisible spiritual pressure spread slowly, completely sealing off the entire room.
In an instant, the people in the room could no longer hear any noise. Seeing this scene, the three people, including Xu Juan, pulled out their chairs and sat down at the table.
There were only four people left in the room.
After a while of silence, Shi Shengcun finally spoke: "Minister..."
Xu Gu quickly replied: "I'm going to follow the leader and leave the capital."
"Yes." Shi Shengcun nodded when he heard the words, then glanced at the other two middle-aged men who also held the position of deputy department in the Secret Service Department, and sighed inconspicuously, "I know your purpose of coming, and I also
I probably know what you are thinking, but this matter is not that simple, and you must be cautious and cautious."
After hearing his words, the square-faced official also tried to calm down his emotions, then stared at Shi Shengcun and said word by word:
"Chief Shi, you should have seen the casualty statistics. You should also understand the current public opinion situation. One hundred thousand people! One hundred thousand lives! How many years has it been since such a big disaster happened?
I know that Cheng Lin was brought in by you and is from your company, but I hope you can secure your position!
You have to understand! One hundred thousand lives, this responsibility must be shouldered by someone!"