A Million Possible

The antique room.

The faint incense smell is getting faint.

The sunlight coming in through the carved window illuminates these materials extremely brightly.

Shi Shengcun looked at the photos again, and finally held the handwriting appraisal report for a long time.

After that, he put it down.

He took out a few blank pieces of letter paper, picked up the pen in his pocket, soaked up the ink, and began to draft the report seriously, word by word.

He started writing very slowly, as if he was deliberating his words. He didn't express any opinions on the current events, but objectively gave a brief and clear description of the report and his own guesses about Cheng Lin.

There were not many words. When the drafting was completed, he buttoned the cap, folded these documents in the same way, put them in a kraft paper document bag, sealed it, and stamped it with the "Top Secret" stamp seriously.

After doing this, he exhaled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This document is not intended to be seen by the people inside Trinity Division, but to be presented to higher-level organizations for viewing by higher-level people. This will also serve as a strong proof of his report.

Putting the paper bag aside, he turned to take out the own satellite communicator.

According to his level, this communicator has a very high level of security and sufficient security. After hesitating, he finally dialed a number.

In the quiet room, a dial tone sounded. After five seconds, it disappeared abruptly, meaning that it was hung up.

Shi Shengcun was not surprised. He waited quietly. About a few minutes later, the communicator rang. He clicked to connect, and he heard a slightly old voice in the silence on the other side: "What's the matter?"

Shi Shengcun sighed slightly and said:

"Minister, it's about Cheng Lin. There are new discoveries..."

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"Please take a break here, and I will notify the person in charge."

"Okay." Cheng Lin nodded casually, and then watched the young man walk away quickly. He withdrew his gaze. Instead of entering the reception room, he walked along the moss stone steps towards the quiet lake in the valley. .

At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, sprinkling on the water, like a piece of gold.

"Wow--"

In the distance, a small waterfall on the cliff hangs above the slightly desolate peak. Cheng Lin sighed silently, thinking that the scenery of Spirit Land No. 16 is indeed not as good as summer.

Yes, Spirit Land No. 16, this is where he chose to live temporarily after thinking about it.

In that taxi, he arrived at a nearby town, and then he found a remote place to fly with the sword, and landed directly outside the arch of the territory, and then used his own credentials to easily enter the gate.

Probably because of the disaster of the undead, the whole spiritual land was empty, and no one could be seen on the square by the lake.

All the cultivators should have been transferred away, so it became very quiet here-which just happened to his wishes.

"quack--"

While gazing, an arrogant duck slowly swam across the lake in winter. It turned its head, gave Cheng Lin a slightly suspicious look, and then yelled a few times, as if it recognized it, but still held its head high. , Flicking his tail without falling wind, turned his head and swam away.

This made Cheng Lin couldn't help smiling knowingly, and he felt better.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps came.

He turned around and saw a tall and thin man in a white coat and black leather shoes.After Ren Yi went to the capital, the person in charge was obviously changed here.

Cheng Lin thought that this successor's temperament was more than that of Ren Yi, and when he heard the other party stretch out his right hand, he said somewhat cautiously:

"I didn't expect you to come, I am the person in charge now..."

Cheng Lin gently shook hands with the other party, exchanged a few words, and then directly said that he wanted to stay here for a few days.

"Although I graduated, there are still a lot of Contribution Points in the Jiu Division account, 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:

"Whatever you say, you can stay for as long as you want. As for the room..."

"That's it." Cheng Lin pointed to a very inconspicuous little house by the lake, and then added with a smile, "When I was training here, I lived there, and I got used to it. I think No one is there now, can you?"

The person in charge swallowed the suggestion for a better room and replied decisively:

"No problem. Just tell me if you have any needs."

"No need," Cheng Lin waved his hand, and then suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, I remember there was a cultivating dog here before. Is it still there?"

"Ah, it was taken away by the former person in charge and now academician Ren. It should have gone to Beijing."

"That's it." Cheng Lin nodded, thinking that he didn't see it next to Ren Yi last time. He sighed insignificantly. In just a few months, he returned to his place, but the old man was gone. After all, it is a somewhat sentimental thing.

Withdrawing the floating thoughts, he glanced at the formal person in charge, Cheng Lin smiled gently, and then said:

"Okay, it's okay. Go ahead."

"good."

The other party nodded, turned around and just took a step, when Cheng Lin stopped him:

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered something."

Cheng Lin pointed to the tranquil lake, blinked suddenly, and asked seriously, "Is it forbidden to fish here?"

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Just as Cheng Lin settled down in Spirit Land No. 16, the "wind and rain" outside was getting bigger and bigger.

News, broadcasts, the Internet...Almost all conceivable media continue to report on the follow-up events of the disaster. The images of the leaders frequently appear in various disaster-stricken areas and appear on the screens of news stations.

In foreign countries, similar preaching and mourning activities initiated by various organizations are even more difficult to count.

This time, there are more than two hundred projections around the world, with unprecedented impact, and the anger, sadness and other emotions of those from different countries and ethnic groups are also like a balloon that is inflating rapidly.

In the shadow of the "balloon", there is an undercurrent that is invisible to ordinary people.

However, people can only see the appearance after all, and only a few keen eyes will find some changes in details.

For example, in public opinion, some obviously malicious driving forces of unknown origin.

For another example, the top person in charge of the special management department who had been behind the leader in the live broadcast of the news station quietly disappeared.

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Another evening, a plane flew back to the imperial capital from the south.

Yanshan.

He slept hard and his feet were empty. The dizzy Liang Jing drank his saliva, pursed his chapped lips, then put on his uniform, opened the door, and a hazy face was suddenly illuminated by a huge orange-red sunset. It's red.

She struck a spirit, and then realized that she had slept for a full day, and with a wry smile, she shook her head, and a sense of urgency rose in her heart, which originated from the anxiety of information.

But since no one has awakened himself, if you want to come, there should be nothing major or urgent.

Consoling herself, she quickly cheered up and walked toward the office area while flipping through the messages on the phone.

The office area is still crowded and the atmosphere is tense.

Obviously, at least within a week, the aftermath of this incident will not dissipate.

All kinds of applications and all kinds of information sent from more than 20 departments and bureaus across the country need to be here for instructions. At critical moments, nothing can be neglected.

God knows what a terrible storm an unknown staff member of a certain group of a certain department and bureau can cause to make a wrong statement on Weibo.

You can't be too cautious!

Liang Jing shook his head, sighed, rubbed his faintly painful forehead from a long sleep, cheered up, walked into the central office, and then happened to see Shi Shengcun signing out a document.

"You haven't rested yet?" Liang Jing was stunned, and then suddenly an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

Shi Shengcun didn't seem to see that she was emotionally wrong, and smiled gently:

"Sleepy? Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm asking you, don't you have a rest during the day?" Liang Jing asked with eyes widened. A clerk outside the door who was just about to come in took a look at the situation, shrank his shoulders, and retreated decisively.

"Take a nap at noon." Shi Shengcun lied sincerely.

Liang Jing sneered with his shoulders and didn't speak. After a while, Shi Shengcun finally looked away and smiled bitterly:

"Speaking of it, I always think that your women are the most suitable for the cultivation of the perception system. Well, in this regard, you have an incomprehensible talent."

After that, Shi Shengcun, who had not received the expected "joke" feedback, continued helplessly:

"There are too many things here, and they dare not decide on many things, so I can only come. As the eighth stage of the perception system, my Mental Energy is much higher than others, and the efficiency of handling things is naturally good, and There is no need to rest, and the problem is not big..."

"But your injury is not healed." Liang Jing spit out suddenly.

"Those injuries are not big problems, I know my body 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.

"Well, I'll talk about it later. The Minister has already returned. I have to go there. There is an important matter."

With that, Shi Shengcun dusted his clothes, pressed his hands on the wheelchair, and stood up.

Although his body was indeed damaged during the battle with Lancelot, he was already able to walk.

The only drawback is that there is some dull pain when walking around.

But since it is going to the special management department, it is not easy to go in a wheelchair.

Avoiding Liang Jing's faint gaze, Shi Shengcun walked straight out, looking very neat.

However, just as he stepped out of the door of the room, his eyes squinted subconsciously because of the glare of the sun, the long-time forcibly suppressed injuries in his body suddenly exploded, and a chaotic force rushed across his body.

Shi Shengcun only felt dizzy like hypoxia in his brain, the world around him turned upside down, everything was spinning, a strong nausea came out of his throat, and his body staggered back.

"What's the matter?" Liang Jing, who was next to him, had quick eyes and quick hands, rushed to drag Shi Shengcun back to the room, and put him back in the chair.

Then he pressed a hand on his chest, and quickly used his own power to try to smooth the torrent in his body.

About a minute later.

Shi Shengcun got rid of the dizziness, but his face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat on his forehead were dense.

"You can't work anymore! You need to rest!" Liang Jing said in a serious tone, beyond doubt.

Shi Shengcun took a big breath, controlled himself, suppressed the injury again, and then took out two bottles of medicine and swallowed it. After doing all this, he smiled bitterly:"It seems that I really overestimated myself. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I didn't intend to overdraw my life just to do these meaningless chores. It seems that I really need to rest."

"It's fine if you know." Liang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, I saw Shi Shengcun frowning: "But..."

Liang Jing saw what he was thinking at a glance, and said immediately:

"You need to rest immediately! Your situation is not suitable for going out! Do you have to go there in person? Can't you wait? Or I can do it for you!"

"It's not that you have to go, it's just..." Shi Shengcun leaned back in his chair, endured the pain in his head, hesitated, sighed, and said, "Well, then you can give this to me. minister."

With that said, he took out the parchment paper bag from the storage ring and handed it to Liang Jing, then rubbed his brows while exhorting:

"Top-secret documents, remember to keep them in the middle, and keep them carefully."

"Okay, I know, how many times have I sent you similar documents, and which time has there been a problem?" Liang Jing bit his lip and put the document bag away. "Just rest assured."

Shi Shengcun thoughtfully reminded that this document was more important than ever, but after thinking about it, he didn't say much.

"Come here, take the Si Chief back to rest!" Liang Jing greeted the people below.

It wasn't until she saw Shi Shengcun leaving that she breathed a sigh of relief, shook her dizzy head, and walked to the parking lot.

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After dozens of minutes.

Sitting in the car, Liang Jing saw the Special Administrative Department Building standing against the backdrop of the dusk.

She parked the car in the yard, pushed the door, slammed the door, and then took a breath of cold air and walked towards the illuminated building.

As night fell gradually, the building was already brightly lit, people came and went, and a strong sense of tension was permeated in the corridors.

After verifying his credentials, Liang Jing went up all the way, went upstairs in a familiar way, and went outside the "Minister"'s office, but he was empty.

I asked someone to find out that the minister was in the conference room.

"What's the meeting?" she couldn't help asking.

The clerk who knew Liang Jing shook his head and said:

"I don't know this, 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. She really didn't pay attention. As for which "big leader" she was, she didn't even ask wisely.

In short, there are only a few people who can be accompanied by the minister.

"Thanks."

Thanks, Liang Jing stood in the corridor and thought for a while, then turned and walked in the direction of the conference room.

Of course she couldn't go to the meeting room and knock on the door, but she thought about waiting for the meeting to be over and people came out and just handed in the papers.

Passing through the bright corridor, Liang Jing slowly walked onto the floor where the meeting room was located, obviously feeling deserted here.

She walked forward again, then decisively stopped at the corner of the meeting room, planning to wait a while.

At this moment, suddenly, the conference room was pushed open a gap.

Liang Jing's ears suddenly stood up, but he saw that it was not a "minister" or a "big leader" who came out, but another "acquaintance."

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ps: The plot that I planned to finish writing this chapter is finally inevitably extended to the next chapter...

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