A Million Possible

New Year, January 3rd.

Light snow falls across the country.

The cold wind blew up from last night, and then rolled up the finely divided flowers, dyeing Yanshan a layer of white again.

"Quah, quack..."

The crows flying from nowhere opened their eyelids, and were alarmed many times by people walking on the ground.

The sky gradually brightened.

The lights of the National Command Center that had been on all night finally went out with a pop.

Liang Jing was holding a breakfast from the cafeteria and walked through the miserable, heavy mountain road.

I was seeing a busy night, the clerks who had never closed their eyes, red eyes, walked out, wearily scattered around.

She waited until people were almost gone, then opened the door and walked into the room.

I saw the messy conference table, the documents and cups scattered, and the light curtain hit by the projector on the wall was only a monotonous blue.

In the meeting room, only Shi Shengcun was left empty.

Still sitting at the table, with his elbows on the table, rubbing his eyebrows, he turned his head and looked over:

"Go and rest, you have been busy for so long."

Liang Jing walked over in silence, put the breakfast in front of him, and then looked at Shi Shengcun whose tired face could not be covered:

"Don't you have no rest day and night?"

"It's not the same, I'm just sitting here, different from you," Shi Shengcun squeezed out a smile, "It's a pity that the injury hasn't healed yet, otherwise..."

Liang Jing suddenly raised his hand to stop him, then stretched out his hand and frowned and took a cup full of the bitter temperature of coffee from the side, washed it with mineral water, and poured it with hot soy milk.

Shi Shengcun smiled, sighed lightly, and ate obediently.

After Liang Jing finished this, he saw a document on the table that was still warm.

Then his eyes moved: "The casualty statistics... are they out?"

The battle was basically basic yesterday afternoon. By night, the undead had been wiped out, and even the projection had disappeared silently.

Everything happened so quickly and ended so quickly. The good news is that the "disaster relief" is still timely, but even if it is "timely", there will still be no way to save the lives that have passed away.

The battle is over, and the battle has just begun.

All provinces, cities, and disaster-stricken areas need to be dealt with by local authorities.

In contrast, the property losses are not high, and the most damaged is only the cars. As for the broken streets and lanes, they can be repaired. I believe they will be restored to new ones soon.

However, the real problem lies with the Death people.

How to deal with post-disaster compensation and public opinion appeasement is an extremely heavy and important task.

"I... I watched the news before and said that the big leaders had already come out and visited various disaster-stricken areas to give condolences." Liang Jing said softly, but did not touch the specific casualty figures report.

"Well, if it's not inconvenient, I should be the one who should deal with it." Shi Shengcun said with emotion, then fell silent and said a number, "More than ninety-seven thousand people."

"How many?"

"Incomplete statistics. The number of victims was 97,000, and the number of injured was very small. You should understand that in that case, very few escaped. Most of the injured were caused by car accidents and when citizens fled. Some accidents happened..."

Shi Shengcun's tone seemed to be very calm, like a spokesperson in the news.

"Wow." Even though he had some preparations, when he heard this number, Liang Jing subconsciously helped down the conference table and pushed a few empty bottles.

One hundred thousand...The number of deaths reached one hundred thousand!

Liang Jing only felt her breath tight for a while, her chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder, and the sinking made her breathless!

We must know that the number of deaths in Sichuan Province, which shook the whole country and mourned over one billion people, was less than 70,000!

what does this mean?

She is almost unimaginable!

"Fortunately, this number is much less than I expected," Shi Shengcun said in a nearly emotional voice while holding the breakfast. "You have done a good job. If the rescue is not in time, this number may have doubled. As for global deaths. The number of people, I believe we will know in the next few days."

Liang Jing looked at him and didn't know what to say for a while, his lips moved, and he said:

"It's mainly Cheng Lin... he put out a lot of effort..."

"I know," Shi Shengcun nodded, then cast his gaze on the gradually brightening window, and said, "Which room is he resting in?"

"Retreat Room No. 3, he...has never been out since he got back. He has been in the room. I went to see it before and didn't ask to open the door," Liang Jing explained. "He should be very tired, and...he His father’s Death should have hit him harder."

"I'll take a look, and you can rest." Shi Shengcun was silent for a few seconds before swallowing the food in his hand bluntly, then pushed the wheelchair and walked out.

Walking out of the door, the wheelchair walked along the aisle to the left side of the building, pressing two thin ruts on the ground.

...

...

All the way through the red porch, finally stopped outside the door of an inconspicuous room.

Shi Shengcun did not speak, but sat quietly in the chair, staring at the door.

After more than ten seconds, the pair of classical carved wooden doors slowly opened inward, and the faint sunlight cast down from the corner of the eaves and shone on Cheng Lin's pale face.

He looked a little sluggish, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were bloodshot, obviously he hadn't slept all night.

"Don't you ask me to go in and sit down?" Shi Shengcun said with a smile.

Cheng Lin turned around and walked into the room. When the latter entered the door, only the two of them were left in the empty room. Shi Shengcun looked around with emotion and said:

"Why didn't you go to the office or the place assigned to you? There is not even a bed here."

"I'm thinking about something." Cheng Lin finally said, his voice was slightly hoarse, but his expression was very calm, much better than Shi Shengcun expected.

"Oh? What?" he asked.

Soon, I heard Cheng Lin say:

"The day before yesterday, I was here... I summoned the projection. Yesterday I came back and did not know where to go, so I subconsciously walked here, and then sat here for a while, in a daze, even thinking that I was still in a dream, but unfortunately, Dreams are dreams after all. Then I thought again, this could have been avoided."

There was a moment of silence.

Shi Shengcun said seriously:

"This is not your responsibility. I believe that you did not expect things to develop in this way. It is too abrupt and unexpected. If you have to say, it is me who made you deduced, and it is also the one who did not perceive the danger. I, then...the one who should face all this is naturally me."

"Do you like to take responsibility on yourself so much?" Cheng Lin suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and said in an inexplicable tone.

"It's not important. It has already happened. It doesn't make any sense to pursue the past."

"If other people think the same way as you..." Cheng Lin seemed to smile, and as if not, he turned around and picked up the teapot in the room, poured water, and then said casually, "The number of victims is counted. Is it? How much?"

"One hundred thousand."

The hand holding the teapot paused for a while, and then resumed as usual. Cheng Lin handed one of the cups to Shi Shengcun, picked up the other one, and took a sip: "Not much."

"indeed."

Shi Shengcun nodded, but what he didn't know was that Cheng Lin's words refer to billions of deaths in deduction, which is really not much.

"What should I do next?" Cheng Lin asked while drinking ice-cold tea.

"This is not what we are concerned about, nor is it the scope of Terry's responsibility. In fact, other departments will have more experience in dealing with this situation."

"That……"

"You go back and rest first." Shi Shengcun said suddenly.

"Where to go back?"

"Go home. Isn't your home in Ningcheng? Or any scenic spot, take a rest, relax, I know, you worked hard yesterday, take a good rest, maybe you can spend a good year, wait, Things here are stable, you come back again." Shi Shengcun said in a seemingly casual tone.

Cheng Lin stared at him quietly, with a strange expression in his eyes: "Are you serious?"

"certainly."

"Just let me go back and rest? That's it?"

"ASAP."

Looked at each other in silence for a long time.

Cheng Lin finally retracted his gaze, swallowed the cold tea in the cup, and nodded vigorously: "I understand."

After speaking, he walked out without a pause. As soon as he stepped out, he heard Shi Shengcun's voice behind him: "Right, festival..."

"No." Cheng Lin waved his hand, then stepped forward and walked out quickly, but the latter was left behind.

His steps were not fast or slow, just like that, walking down the stairs of Yanshan, along the way, bumped into a lot of clerks who had just returned from the cafeteria.

"Procedure……"

The clerks subconsciously gathered their bodies together and greeted them, but before they could finish saying the three words "Cheng Commander", Cheng Lin left straight away, as if he hadn't seen anyone at all.

He walked down until he left Yanshan and stopped a taxi on the road.

"...Where are you going?" The driver looked at Cheng Lin's uniform and asked respectfully.

Cheng Lin took out his mobile phone, opened the ticket booking software, and then reported the name of the airport.

The driver nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and then habitually asked: "Are you on a business trip?"

Immediately, he saw Cheng Lin slowly raising his head in the rearview mirror with a complicated expression on his face. He smiled and said, "Go home."

...

...

Because it was well protected, the vicinity of the capital was not affected in this disaster.

If you just look out from the streets of the capital, you can hardly notice any abnormality.

Cheng Lin chose the nearest flight and flew directly to Liao Province.

He vaguely guessed about Shi Shengcun's arrangement, but he was not quite sure.

After all, this matter is too big to be solved internally by a special management department. It will inevitably be heard.

The follow-up of the disaster will become a whirlpool, and where it will eventually lead is bound to be a fierce game.

Regarding the possible follow-up, he had already thought a lot in that quiet room this night, and he was not afraid of any results.

"After all, the worst case is nothing more than swords and soldiers facing each other."

Sitting in the seat of the plane, Cheng Lin leaned back and covered his face with a magazine, thinking very seriously.

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