The faint smell of incense is getting weaker and weaker.
The sunlight filtering in from the carved windows illuminates these materials extremely brightly.
Shi Shengcun looked at each photo again, and finally held the handwriting appraisal report and was lost in thought for a long time.
Afterwards, he put it down.
I pulled out a few pieces of blank letter paper, picked up the pen in my pocket, sucked up the ink, and began to draft the report carefully, word by word.
He started writing very slowly, as if he was considering his words. He did not express any opinion on the current incident, but objectively gave a brief and clear description of the report and his speculation about Cheng Lin.
There were not many words, so after he finished drafting, he capped his pen, folded the documents one by one, put them in a kraft paper bag, sealed them, and stamped "Top Secret" carefully.
After doing this, he exhaled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
This document is not intended to be seen by people within the Special Division, but is intended to be presented to higher-level organizations. When viewed by higher-level people, it will also serve as a strong proof of his report.
He put the document bag aside and took out his satellite communicator.
Based on his level, this communicator had an extremely high security level and was sufficiently secure. After hesitating for a moment, he finally dialed a number.
In the quiet room, a dial tone sounded. It rang for five seconds and then disappeared suddenly, which meant that the call was hung up.
Shi Shengcun was not surprised and waited quietly. After about a few minutes, the communicator rang. He clicked to connect and heard an older voice in the silence on the other side: "What's going on?"
Shi Shengcun breathed out softly and said:
"Minister, we have made new discoveries about Cheng Lin..."
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"Please rest here for a while, I will notify the person in charge right away."
"Okay." Cheng Lin nodded casually, and then watched the young man leave quickly. He withdrew his gaze and did not enter the reception room. Instead, he walked along the mossy stone steps towards the quiet lake in the valley.
.
At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, shining on the water like a piece of gold.
"Hua Hua"
In the distance, a small waterfall on the cliff hung on the slightly deserted mountain peak. Cheng Lin sighed silently, thinking that the scenery of No. 16 Spiritual Land was indeed not as beautiful as in summer.
Yes, Spiritual Land No. 16, this is where he chose to live temporarily after much consideration.
Taking that taxi, he arrived at a nearby town, then he found a remote place to fly with his sword, landing directly outside the arch of the territory, and then used his ID to easily enter the gate.
Probably because of the disaster of the undead, the entire spiritual land was empty, and not a single person could be seen in the square by the lake.
All the monks must have been transferred away, so the place became very quiet, which was exactly what he wanted.
"quack"
While staring, an arrogant duck slowly swam across the winter lake. It turned its head, glanced at Cheng Lin with confusion, and then called a few times, as if it recognized it, but still held its head high.
, flicked his tail without missing a beat, turned his head and swam away.
This made Cheng Lin smile knowingly and feel a little better.
The sound of footsteps came from behind.
He turned around and saw a tall, thin man wearing a white coat and black leather shoes.
After Ren Yi went to the capital, there was obviously a change of person in charge here.
Cheng Lin thought that the successor's temperament was much worse than Ren Yi, so he heard the other person stretch out his right hand and say somewhat cautiously:
"I didn't expect you to come. I am the person in charge here now..."
Cheng Lin shook hands with the other party gently, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then directly expressed his request to stay here for a few days.
"Although I have graduated, I still have a lot of contribution points in my account at Zaijiu Si, which should be enough for me to live here for a long time." Cheng Lin said with a smile.
The person in charge waved his hand quickly:
"You can say whatever you want. You can stay as long as you want. As for the room..."
"Just that one." Cheng Lin pointed to a very inconspicuous small house by the lake, and then added with a smile, "When I was training here, I lived there and was used to it. I see
Okay, there's no one around now, is that okay?"
The person in charge swallowed the suggestion of a better room and answered decisively:
"No problem. If you need anything else, just let me know."
"No need," Cheng Lin waved his hand, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, I remember there used to be a dog that could practice here. Is it still there?"
"Ah, it was taken away by the previous person in charge, now Academician Ren, and it must have gone to Beijing."
"That's it." Cheng Lin nodded, thinking that he didn't see Ren Yi next to him last time, and sighed inaudibly. In just a few months, when he returned to his hometown, most of his old friends were gone.
After all, it is a somewhat sentimental thing.
After collecting his wandering thoughts and looking at the cautious person in charge, Cheng Lin smiled gently and said:
"Okay, there's nothing to do, go and do your work."
"good."
The other party nodded, turned around and took a step when he heard Cheng Lin calling him:
"Sorry, I suddenly remembered something."
Cheng Lin pointed at the quiet lake, suddenly blinked, and asked seriously: "Is fishing prohibited here?"
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While Cheng Lin was settling down in the No. 16 spiritual place, the "storm" outside was getting bigger and bigger.
News, radio, the Internet... almost all media that can be thought of are continuing to report on the aftermath of the disaster. Images of big leaders frequently appear in various disaster-stricken areas and on the screens of news stations.
In foreign countries, there are countless similar propaganda and condolences initiated by various organizations.
This time, there are more than 200 projections around the world, which has an unprecedented impact, and the anger, sadness and other emotions from different countries and different ethnic groups are like a rapidly expanding balloon.
Under the shadow of the "balloon" is an undercurrent invisible to ordinary people.
However, people can only see the surface after all, and only a few keen eyes will discover some detailed changes.
For example, there are some clearly malicious and unknown driving forces in public opinion.
For another example, the top person in charge of the Secret Service who had been following the big boss on the news station quietly disappeared.
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Another evening, a plane flew back to the imperial capital from the south.
Yanshan.
After a good sleep, his steps were exhausted, and his mind was dazed. Liang Jing took a sip of water, licked his chapped lips, then put on his uniform, opened the door, and his sleepy face was suddenly illuminated by a huge orange-red sunset.
The red one.
She shuddered and realized that she had slept for a full day. She smiled bitterly and shook her head. A sense of urgency arose in her heart, which came from the anxiety of information.
But since no one woke me up, I thought there shouldn't be anything big or urgent happening.
Comforting herself, she quickly cheered up, scrolled through the messages on her phone, and walked towards the office area.
The office area is still crowded with people and the atmosphere is tense.
Obviously, the aftermath of this incident is unlikely to dissipate within at least a week.
All kinds of applications and information sent from more than 20 departments and bureaus across the country need to be reviewed here. At the critical moment, nothing can be ignored.
God knows what kind of terrible turmoil an unknown staff member of a certain group in a certain department or bureau will cause if he makes a wrong statement on Weibo.
You can never be too cautious!
Liang Jing shook his head, sighed, rubbed his forehead that was aching from long sleep, cheered up, and walked into the central office, where he happened to see Shi Shengcun signing a document.
"You haven't rested yet?" Liang Jing was stunned for a moment, and then an inexplicable anger suddenly rose in his heart.
Shi Shengcun seemed not to notice anything wrong with her mood, and smiled gently:
"Have you had enough sleep? Have you eaten?"
"I'm asking you, don't you have any rest during the day?" Liang Jing asked with his eyes widened. A clerk outside the door who was just about to come in took one look at the situation, shrank his shoulders, and decisively withdrew.
"I took a nap at noon." Shi Shengcun lied sincerely.
Liang Jing hugged his shoulders and sneered without saying anything. After a while of confrontation, Shi Shengcun finally looked away and said with a bitter smile:
"Speaking of which, I have always felt that you women are most suitable for practicing the perception system. Well, you have an incomprehensible talent in this area."
After speaking, Shi Shengcun, who did not get the expected "joke" feedback, continued helplessly:
"There are too many things here, and they don't dare to decide many things, so I can only do it. As an eighth-level person in the perception department, my mental power is much higher than others, and my efficiency in handling things is naturally better, and
It doesn’t require much rest, and it’s not a big problem…”
"But your injury is not healed yet." Liang Jing suddenly said something.
"Those injuries are not serious. I know my body very well..." Shi Shengcun said tirelessly. Suddenly, the communicator on the table vibrated. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a text message.
"Okay, let's talk about this later. The minister has come back. I have to go there. There is something important."
With that said, Shi Shengcun dusted off his clothes, pressed his hands on the wheelchair, and stood up.
Although his body was indeed damaged in the battle with Lancelot, he is now able to walk.
The only drawback is that there is some pain when walking around.
But since we are going to the Special Branch, it is not easy to go there in a wheelchair.
Avoiding Liang Jing's faint gaze, Shi Shengcun walked straight out, his steps seemed to be very neat.
However, the moment he stepped out of the room and subconsciously narrowed his eyes due to the glare of the sun, the injuries that had been suppressed for a long time in his body suddenly exploded, and a chaotic force rushed through his body.
Shi Shengcun felt as if his brain was dizzy due to lack of oxygen. The world around him seemed to be upside down and everything was spinning. A strong sense of nausea emerged from his throat, and his body staggered back.
"What's wrong?" Liang Jing next to him rushed up and dragged Shi Shengcun back to the room with quick eyesight and quick hands, and put him back in the chair.
Then a hand pressed on his chest, and he quickly used his own strength to try to calm the turbulence in his body.
About a minute passed.
Shi Shengcun just got rid of the dizziness, but his face was as pale as paper, and there were beads of sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead.
"You can't work anymore! You need to rest!" Liang Jing said in a serious tone, leaving no room for doubt.
Shi Shengcun took a big breath, controlled himself, suppressed the injury again, and then took out two bottles of medicine and swallowed them. After doing all this, he smiled bitterly:
"It seems that I have indeed overestimated myself. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I don't intend to spend my life doing these meaningless chores. It seems that I do need to rest."
"It's good that you know." Liang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, Shi Shengcun frowned: "But..."
Liang Jing could tell what he was thinking at a glance and said immediately:
"You need to rest immediately! Your condition is not suitable for going out! Do you have to go in person for something? Can't you wait? Or I can help you do it!"
"It's not that I have to go, it's just..." Shi Shengcun leaned on the back of his chair, enduring the bursts of pain in his head, hesitated, sighed, and said, "Okay, then help me give this to
minister."
With that said, he took out the parchment document bag from the storage ring and handed it to Liang Jing. Then he rubbed his eyebrows and warned:
"Top-secret documents, remember to keep them carefully during the process."
"Okay, I know, I have delivered similar documents to you many times, and when has there been any problem?" Liang Jing bit his lips and put the document bag away, "Just rest assured."
Shi Shengcun deliberately reminded that this document was more important than before, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything more.
"Come here, take the chief executive back to rest!" Liang Jing called to the people below.
It wasn't until she saw Shi Shengcun leaving that she breathed a sigh of relief, shook her groggy mind, and walked toward the parking lot.
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Tens of minutes later.
Sitting in the car, Liang Jing saw the Secret Service building standing against the dusk background.
She parked the car in the yard, then pushed the door open and slammed the door, then took a breath of the slightly cold air and walked towards the building where the lights were on.
As night falls, the building is already brightly lit, people are coming and going, and there is a strong sense of tension in the corridors.
After verifying his certificate, Liang Jing walked up the stairs and arrived at the "minister's" office, only to find nothing.
After asking someone about it, I found out that the minister was in the conference room.
"What meeting are you having?" she couldn't help but ask.
The clerk who was familiar with Liang Jing shook his head and said:
"I don't know that, but did you see the car in the yard when you came? A big leader is here, and the minister is accompanying him."
Liang Jing was stunned for a moment. She really didn't pay attention. As for who the "big leader" was, she was smart enough not to ask.
In short, there are only a few ministers who can accompany them.
"Thank you."
After thanking him, Liang Jing stood in the corridor and thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the conference room.
Of course she couldn't go to the conference room and knock on the door, but she thought that when the meeting was over and people came out, she could hand over the documents.
After passing through the bright corridor, Liang Jing slowly walked up to the floor where the conference room was located, and clearly felt that it was deserted here.
She walked forward again, and then decisively stopped at the corner of the conference room, planning to wait for a while.
At this moment, suddenly, the conference room was pushed open through a gap.
Liang Jing's ears suddenly stood up, but he saw that the person who came out was not a "minister" or a "big leader", but another "acquaintance".
ps: The plot that I planned to finish in this chapter was inevitably postponed to the next chapter...