In the w zone on the 60th floor of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, there are small boxes like coffins, uniformly painted with white paint, with a seal engraved on it, and a box missing suddenly in the middle, like a missing front teeth-Zhichun knife Fragnts of even the box are gone, all gone.
"Director Xiao, the knife was missing when the power supply system failed and was not monitored."
Xiao Zheng put his arms on his back and sighed, sotis contemporary technology is really unreliable.
"Except for the w area, the bans in other areas are regularly strengthened and updated, especially near the mutated Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly." The administrator explained weakly, and muttered, "But this thief carefully bypassed In other districts, I think he is very familiar with the internal managent of the bureau. "
Xiao Zheng frowned and looked at the gap-too, was it so hard to eat a broken knife that he was full?
The so-called sword spirit must be attached to the sword body, which is equivalent to his body. If the blade is destroyed, the fragnts will be similar to a box of ashes. When a person is killed after unloading eight pieces, it does not an that they can be sewn together again, and one can still make a living-even the most powerful surgeon can't do it, the sewing machine can't. This is common sense.
Xuan Yuan looked on for a mont, and suddenly said, "Have you traced the news of Yan Qiushan?"
"Zha checked it, but didn't chase it to the end." Xiao Zheng sighed. "Yan Qiushan didn't break the law again."
Whether to co to work or not is personal freedom. At most, the unit deducts wages and dismisses public office. It is impossible for the bureau to send people to arrest like a criminal.
Xiao Zheng hesitated for a mont, took out his personal mobile phone, dialed a number, no accident, there was a chanical male voice: "The phone you dialed is an empty number-"
So he turned out WeChat again and opened the address book. Yan Qiushan ’s WeChat headshot was his own work permit photo. The na of WeChat was his real na, not a bit fancy. The last photo he sent in the circle of friends was a thin, A tall man silhouette, the man standing at the window, looking out, slender limbs with chains, shirts hung empty on his body, a little long hair blocking the eyebrows, showing only a well-defined jaw, curled The corners of his mouth went down, revealing a little gloom.
The text with the photo is: "The young man wants to eat Maoxuewang and will not do it. The brothers who live nearby recomnd a takeaway shop [laughing and crying]. PS, I think he is much better today."
The private correspondence between Xiao Zheng and Yan Qiushan remained a few years ago. The last dozen were Xiao Zheng asking unilaterally where Yan Qiushan was, but the other party never returned.
Xiao Zheng edited a ssage and sent it in the past: "Zhichun's fragnts have been stolen. No matter what you have heard recently, don't take it lightly, take care! Receive it quickly!"
But the ssage passed through the sea of ????people, and once again seed to be plunged into the endless void, there was no reply.
"Those who have stolen knives have left the mark and will leave traces. They will contact all localities, units, and departnts to pay close attention to the abnormal energy monitoring network. The focus is on transportation hubs and public places with a large number of people." Xiao Zheng threw his mobile phone back. In his pocket, he tried not to let himself be disappointed as much as possible. He paused, and said, "Publish Yanyanshan's information on the intranet ..."
Soone whispered, "Director, is it wanted?"
"Why is it wanted?" Xiao Zheng said coldly, "in the na of ... ergency witness protection."
The foreign control bureau searched for the missing broken knife, and there was no announcent about the "aftercare personnel". Putting on a coat, he ca out of the foreign control bureau building, swiped the employee card, opened the closed cableway on the top of the mountain, and the cableway was under the mountain. Not far from the stop, there is a long-distance bus station. He is very lucky. He will catch a train as soon as he arrives at the station, which can directly reach the urban area.
At this ti, it rained finely outside the window, the temperature dropped sharply in the mountains, and the wet rainwater quickly mixed with snow and slag.
Xuan Yuan put his coat hood on his head, and the phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he relaxed vaguely and tensely: "Hey, mom."
A full-featured female voice on the phone yelled, "Did your kid have blocked
again? Why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long ti?"
Xuan Yuan: "I'm more wrong than Qin Xianglian ..."
"That must be a love affair," the old lady said firmly. "I don't know you yet? If you don't speak for a week, I can choke you eight tis!"
Xuan Yuan: "..."
"Co on, who blinded the dog and dumped our big baby. Mom is so happy ... No, help you scold."
"Don't fall in love ... No, I'm not talking ... Really, isn't this just because I just went to work and I don't get used to it, grass-roots civil servants are not living a life ... How can I hear my voice bereavent? No? Uh ... Maybe Lack of consciousness ... what are you talking about? Not poor, you don't have to pay
... hey, let's do it. "
After Xuan Ye answered the phone, a red envelope from his "Mom" popped up on WeChat, which said "Buy pancake money."
The old lady is determined to carry out the "poverty alleviation" work to the end.
"Who gives Baishan filial piety first," Xuan Yuan thought helplessly, "she'll be happy."
So he "reluctantly" opened the red envelope, which jumped out of the "big money".
Xuan Yuan: "..."
What a pancake money!
The bus passed through the light rain, and soon we could see the crowds of high-rise buildings in Yongan City. Commuters boarded the car one after another. Various slls mixed up. Xuanyuan was in it, contaminated with fireworks on the earth. He also has a kind of himself. Personal illusion. Giving a seat to an elderly man, his eyes sank, and he used his mobile phone to book a ticket to the nearest high-speed rail station to Abyss.
The outermost area of ????the Chiyuan Grand Canyon is a tourist area. A little further down, it is a virgin forest marked "stop by tourists". Sheng Lingyuan who was shocked by the gloomy sacrifice t the "donkey friends" here.
Xuan Yuan took the half-board train, and then turned to the tourist bus to the Grand Canyon. He found a place where no one took off his shirt, flew directly over the hinterland of the canyon, and reached the deepest part of the Abyss—this place is weirdly quiet, birds There are no insects, but the knotted old trees and parasitic rattan are entangled with each other, so dense that they don't see the sun, and they are extrely crowded.
This is a mountain that runs deep in the Abyss.
Xuan Yuan gathered his wings, and draped his shirt at random, holding his coat in one hand, and put his other hand on his chest. He ditated on sothing, and a flare of fire rose from his palm, subrging into the ground.
The earth shook, and then, a deep sigh sounded in the depths of the Grand Canyon, as if an invisible enchantnt was opened by him, and the surrounding area where the needle fell could be imdiately noisy, and suddenly whispers were heard, and the plants seed as if When he ca alive, the tangled ancient wood slowly moved his position to make a passage, and the rattan like snakes hanged down and hugged at his feet flatteringly.
Xuanyuan lightly crosses the mountain from the road conceded by Gumu, and Gumu recloses behind him.
Passing through that passage, there is actually an empty space inside, like a sharp blade directly cutting off the positive cliff, and the cut surface of the exposed stone is abnormally flat.
The ground, cliffs, crevices, and dense forests were filled with black mist, floating in the air, and various images were transford.
So are human-shaped, so are simply white bones, so are like humans, so are half-humans and half-beasts ... and others cannot see what they are, because they are just a mass of stumps.
These are the embers left by the fire of Abuchi.
They either died in battle in the Kyushu lee, or died of starvation in the deserted horses and horses. So people also have demon. In the past three thousand years, their old enemies have grown up together. They ca n’t rember who they are. Fear and pain stayed, lingering deep in the Abyss, and every turbulent year, it would be like a dry wood under the fire.
They are his true "tribes."
The woman on the phone who laughed, scolded, and teased him with red envelopes wasn't ... she and others were just the illusion that he was obsessed with red dust and accidentally stumbled.
His predecessor, as a sacrifice, depressed the rioting Abyss and turned it into a plu of smoke, leaving this ghost place to him.
As soon as Xuan Yuan was "born
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