The room is very simple, with only one long table, and among the seats beside the long table, there are more than a dozen elderly figures wearing almost identical dark clothing.
They didn't talk, just kept a strange silence.
Apart from the water on the table, there were piles of documents that were constantly being delivered. A dozen copies of each document were printed out and placed in front of each figure.
Hua Bei became nervous instinctively, and the chaotic thoughts in her mind suddenly came to an end. Then she followed the example of the people in front of her, walked around the table, and began to distribute the printed documents in her hands one by one.
This scene looked strange, but no one here was smiling at all.
Hua Bei walked carefully, and then couldn't help but look at them curiously. However, she, who never liked watching the news, could only recognize one or two faces.
Most of these people looked like sculptures of clay and wood, and they just read the "reports" carefully.
Every time she turned a page, her face seemed to get darker, which made Hua Bei more and more nervous. It wasn't until she walked up to Shi Shengcun that she unexpectedly received a gentle look.
"Thank you." Shi Shengcun whispered, took the piece of paper, but did not look at it. He just paused for a moment on the identity tag on Hua Bei's clothes, and then moved away.
This made her even more confused. It wasn't until Hua Bei walked out of the door in a daze and came to the corridor that she suddenly realized what she was doing.
Just now, Chief Shi seemed to smile at her?
It must be an illusion...
She thought, and then continued to run downstairs mechanically to wait for the assignment.
…
Next, they went back and forth again and again, and her movements gradually became more agile from being unfamiliar at the beginning.
The news she heard became more and more shocking. Although she could not remember the details, she knew that the sensation caused by this incident seemed to be getting bigger and bigger overseas.
Especially after the Federation took the lead and expressed the authenticity of the evidence, the wave of public opinion became more and more terrifying. More and more media spoke out, not only limited to the official media and newspapers, but also quickly evolved into a nationwide condemnation.
Popular demonstrations are taking place in more and more areas.
Demand a positive response from Xia Guo, demand punishment of the murderer, and demand the surrender of the "culprit".
More and more eyes are coming.
Compared with the voices of ordinary foreign people, those from major countries carry more weight.
However, in the face of this unprecedented public opinion, Xia Guo has always maintained an ambiguous silence.
In the past, he actively spoke out in the face of global events, but now he seems to be mute and has not made any response.
As the government did not express its position, the domestic mainstream media could only mechanically forward irrelevant news.
Therefore, the huge Xia Kingdom was like an isolated island in a violent sea, quiet and peaceful, but also seemed to be brewing something.
However, in such a huge wave, information cannot become an isolated island.
Finally, as time went by, more and more news from "outside" inevitably spread on the Internet. With the help of some self-media and some unknown forces, it gradually spread.
More and more domestic netizens have begun to pay attention to this matter, spontaneously discuss it on the Internet, and are anxiously waiting for the government's response.
And with this strange silence, some people who still doubted the "evidence" began to waver.
After all, in some cases, silence can also be equated with default.
In this silence, the morning passed quietly.
Inside the Secret Service building.
People were still busy sending information into the conference room, but no orders were ever issued.
This made the atmosphere in the building increasingly dull and weird.
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It was just half past twelve when Huabei was rotated out by people in other offices.
In the quiet areas of the office, lunch boxes have begun to be distributed.
"Huabei, you've been busy all morning, let's eat." A colleague placed the chopsticks horizontally on the lunch box and handed it to her. Huabei waved her hands and said with some confusion, "No, I... I'm not hungry."
The man glanced at her and did not continue to persuade her.
Hua Bei sat at her work station blankly, then looked at the lit computer screen.
The page on the screen happens to be the largest video website in foreign countries. I don’t know who opened it to watch it. What is displayed is the page of “the most popular videos at the moment”.
You don’t even need to read the words, just look at the cover of the video and you will know that it is almost all about this matter.
Hua Bei thought for a while, put on the headphones, then moved the mouse, swiped, and clicked on a video at random.
I don’t know which country the background is, the sun is shining brightly, and the streets in the picture are crowded with people.
They crowded in the street, holding signs with various large black characters in their hands. Countless hands and fists were raised in the crowd, shouting something.
It wasn't in English, and she couldn't understand it, but the video had subtitles with words like "Hand over the murderer Cheng Lin" and "Petition for the victims."
Huabei looked at it for a few seconds, closed it, and opened a new one.
This time, I can roughly see it. It seems to be England. There are iconic buildings in the picture. The sky is gloomy and raining. People wearing transparent raincoats are standing in front of a certain building, holding protest slogans and white flowers. There are also people
Holding a black and white "posthumous photo".
In the video, a reporter is interviewing.
Amid the noise, a demonstrator standing in front rushed up, grabbed the microphone, pointed his angry eyes at the camera, and shouted in English:
"Cheng Lin, he deceived the whole world! He betrayed mankind! He is a devil! He must go to hell! Go to hell!!"
"Bah!" Hua Bei in front of the screen shivered instinctively and clicked the mouse to close the video.
I closed this website again and followed the web navigation to enter various domestic online communities and forums.
However, no matter what platform she opened, she almost always saw attacks, insults, and curses on Cheng Lin...
Obviously, at the moment when the government is silent in response, at the moment when the authenticity of the evidence is "acquiesced", people know for the first time that in reality, "Cheng Lin" really exists, and he serves as "Cheng Lin" in the Secret Service Department.
"Higher Vocational Education" at the moment...
The tiger of public opinion is quickly devouring the "ascended person" who was held up on the "altar" in the past...
"Water can carry a boat and also capsize it."
For some reason, Hua Bei suddenly remembered this sentence.
As she witnessed the words on the Internet, she seemed to see the collapse of a "god statue" that did not exist.
At this moment, even though she was not very smart, she realized what would happen in the end if the incident was allowed to unfold.
Billions of people around the world have denounced it, and hundreds of countries around the world have joined forces to impose "sanctions." Can Xia Guo bear such great pressure?
In other words, are you willing to bear it?
Thinking of this, she suddenly shut down the computer, then lay down on the table, her body began to tremble, and she began to tremble like chaff!
Lin's face kept popping up and disappearing in his mind, popping up and disappearing again...
Some clerks looked over in confusion, but did not ask anything. In such a huge building, Huabei, huddled in the corner of the office area, was so inconspicuous.
…
…
Time is still passing.
The storm on the Internet has become increasingly violent, but the mainstream media has remained silent.
Maintaining a suffocating, maddening silence.
Gradually, even the people in the Secret Service building began to wonder.
They looked in the direction of the conference room in confusion, wondering what those people were waiting for.
If we say that in the morning, silence is to see the changes in the situation clearly before making a decision.
So in the afternoon, when the global public opinion environment has become so obvious and countries are jointly exerting pressure, why are they still silent?
In other words, what are you waiting for?
No one knew, so everyone could only continue to be anxious.
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17:00 pm
It's evening again.
Public opinion finally reached its peak, like a gunpowder jar, as if it would explode if shaken slightly.
More and more people began to call, trying to get instructions, and they were told over and over again that if things continued, there would be big trouble.
In the conference room.
The people at the table were still sitting there, and the documents scattered and piled up on the table were like a thick snow, almost covering the table.
Some people stopped looking and just stayed silent, watching the afterglow of the setting sun illuminating the room little by little.
Finally, after the latest document was delivered, one of them could no longer sit still. He held the thin piece of paper. The sunlight hit the paper, as if it was about to burn, and the fingers seemed too hot to hold it:
"Can't wait any longer."
The voice echoed in the room, not loud, but firm.
"Hasn't he moved yet?" asked another person.
Immediately, Shi Shengcun glanced at the communicator placed next to him, and his expression changed:
"It hasn't moved. It's been a whole day. He must have already known the news, but he hasn't moved at all. He is still in the spiritual place No. 16."
"What is he doing?"
"fishing."
silence.
"Haha, okay, what a good fishing, the whole world is in chaos, and he is still fishing... What on earth does he want to do?" One person finally couldn't help but slap the table.
Shi Shengcun lowered his eyelids: "Perhaps he is waiting for our attitude."
After a brief silence, another person sighed, shook his head and said, "You are still young after all. Young people are always so temperamental."
There was obvious anger in the tone of this sentence.
This is anger towards Cheng Lin, and also fear of the possible bad consequences.
"How long will it take for Li Yang to come back?" Another person asked anxiously.
Shi Shengcun hesitated and was about to answer when suddenly the communicator on the table rang, and the sound was very harsh. He picked it up gently, pressed the answer button, and put it down after a moment: "Li Yang is back."
In the conference room, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
One person stood up with a crash and said coldly: "In that case, act immediately! Doesn't he want to wait for our attitude? Then... give it to him!"
Amidst the clattering, figures stood up one after another beside the long table. Shi Shengcun also stood up, his eyes lowered, he sighed inaudibly, and said in response: