Lingpingan was lying on the chair, patting her full belly, scrolling through her mobile phone comfortably, and bragging about all kinds of awesomeness with a group of group friends in the group.
"Do you know?" Someone in the penguin group typed mysteriously: "Today, in the Frank Kingdom over Qinlu, there were dark soldiers in broad daylight..."
"I was flirting with a girl at the Arc de Triomphe, and as soon as I started flirting, I saw the ghost of an old guard from two hundred years ago, carrying military flags and singing military songs as they walked through the streets!"
"Now the French are going crazy!"
Lingpingan looked at it and couldn't help but laugh, then typed and asked: "Do you have any photos?"
"Yes... countless people took photos at that time, including me!" The man said, "But there was nothing on the developed film..."
"How weird!"
Lingpingan shook his head and thought: "Here comes this trick again!"
"It's a pity that my brother is no longer eight years old..."
"What about the Bermuda Triangle, the Loch Ness monster, the aliens from the Northern Zhou Dynasty..."
"You can't fool me anymore, buddy!"
Just as I was about to turn off Penguin, I noticed that an avatar started to move in the communication bar.
Lingpingan saw it and quickly sat up.
Then I clicked on the avatar and saw the message sent by the other party.
Mung Bean: Peace, are you fishing?
Ping An is his pen name, and Mung Bean is his editor-in-chief.
No!
Lingpingan flatly denied it and typed a reply: Editor-in-Chief, you have to believe me, I never fish for fish.
Mung Bean: Haha...
Lingpingan knew that the ruse had been seen through, so he had to type: Editor-in-Chief, I am really not fishing, I am just looking for materials and inspiration!
The other party was so familiar with him that he immediately typed: Please write the beginning of your new book as soon as possible!
OK!
Lingpingan agreed wholeheartedly.
Then, he put down his phone and muttered to himself: "I really have to think hard about what to write in the new book!"
Writing novels is my hobby after all.
His enthusiasm is still very high.
So, he turned on his mobile phone, switched to the novel reading software, and began to look for novels with good scores from the rankings.
When writing a novel, learning is very important.
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The small federal official plane slowly landed at Jiangcheng Airport.
Situ He, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward to greet him.
The cabin door opened, and a man in his forties with a serious expression walked out.
"Your Excellency, Minister, welcome!" Wang Andao, Governor of Guangnan, first stepped forward and shook hands with the visitor: "Your Excellency, Minister, please be sure to convey to Your Majesty your sincerity to Your Majesty and your loyalty to the Federation!"
Although the imperial royal family has been ruling for two hundred years.
But the reputation and prestige of the royal family are still at its peak.
Especially as time goes by and with the development of the times.
There will always be some old and young people in this world who miss the past.
In the Federal Empire, the Republicans are the concentrated representatives of these people.
It just so happens that Wang Andao's position is more republican.
"Wang Governor's words are serious!" Zhang Hui just nodded slightly.
The royal family's attitude towards the common people's government has been consistent for two hundred years-governing from the ground up.
After all, whether it is the central government or local officials, they are all chosen by the citizens of the Federation Empire with one vote.
They are representatives of heaven.
And heaven is the collective body of people.
The emperor is the son of heaven.
How can a son casually instruct and order representatives of his parents?
Wouldn't that be unfilial?
Without exchanging too much greetings with these local officials, Zhang Hui walked towards Situ He.
The two people's hands were held tightly together.
"Your Excellency..." Situ He released his hand and handed the prepared material bag forward: "This is the relevant material compiled by my subordinates..."
"Well!" Zhang Hui didn't say much: "Let's go to the car and talk in detail!"
Half an hour later, Zhang Hui ended his greetings with the local officials and boarded the special car prepared for him by Situ He.
Sitting in the back seat of the large car, Zhang Hui took out the materials inside from the material bag and looked at it carefully.
"Well..." He put down the materials in his hand and said to Situ He, "Has the half-life been determined?"
"Yes!" Situ He replied: "Scholar Zeng Jing, after careful calculation, concluded that the half-life of both clothing and psychic substances extracted from domestic garbage is stable at one hour!"
"Every hour that passes, their energy level drops by half!"
"Six or seven hours have passed now...the psychic substances extracted from domestic garbage have returned to normal..."
"And the protective power of those clothes has dropped to Class B robes!"
"Hiss!" Zhang Hui took a breath after hearing this.
He understood what this meant.
This means that the target itself is an unimaginable existence.
Everything around him will be infected by the spiritual energy he unconsciously emits.
"Is there any way to slow down the decay of this half-life?" Zhang Hui asked.
"It's still being tested..." Situ He was full of confidence in this: "I believe that as long as enough samples are tested, a method can always be found!"
"Yeah!" Zhang Hui nodded, and then he flipped through the relevant information files.
"The target's parents died in Kunlun Prefecture fourteen years ago..."
"His mother's sister became his guardian...until he graduated from college..."
"Have you checked the target's past behavior?" Zhang Hui asked.
"In the name of social research and investigation, my subordinates conducted a census of teachers and classmates in the target universities, high schools, junior high schools, and elementary schools..."
"It's interesting..."
"Most of the interviewees said that they did not remember much or replied, 'There seems to be such a person, but it has been too long and the memory is unclear.' Only one or two people could name the target after being reminded..."
"Huh?" Zhang Hui didn't quite understand: "Is there a problem?"
"Of course there is no problem if one or two people say this..." Situ He said: "But if most people say this, then there must be something wrong!"
Zhang Hui nodded, and then said to Situ He: "Will the fog you mentioned appear tonight?"
"I'm not sure!" Situ He couldn't be sure.
"Then tonight, I'm going to give it a try!"
"General Situ, do you want to come with us?"
Hearing this, Situ He shook his head: "I think it's better not to alarm easily..."
"Because the target is too mysterious!"
He thought of everything he saw last night, and he was still frightened to this day.
"It doesn't matter!" Zhang Hui said easily: "Sooner or later we need to contact him!"
"To determine his attitude, likes and dislikes..."
Situ He had no choice but to nod: "Then it's better for my subordinates to be respectful than obey orders!"
But I don't know why, and I feel a little nervous.
"Don't be afraid!" Zhang Hui patted Situ He on the shoulder: "Since all the target's activities and trajectories show that he has no ill intentions towards the Federation and the surrounding areas..."
"You don't need to worry too much!"
"That's right!" Zhang Hui took out an invitation from his arms and handed it to Situ He: "My daughter is getting married on the third day of next month. If General Situ is free, please come to us!"
Situ He took the invitation and nodded repeatedly: "My subordinates will definitely be there!"
