Enforcer's Handbook

The night was extraordinarily long, at least for Jock.

He didn't sleep a wink all night, and he was unable to prevent the change that swept through the entire first district by himself. When he returned to the company to investigate, he discovered that work was not the only place where work was temporarily suspended due to a large-scale break. Most of the workers in his company had a good night's sleep for the first time in a long time.

Jock felt that this was not an hallucination caused by his fatigue. What he saw with his eyes was indeed getting slower and slower. The length of this night was enough to be worth two or even three days, and every minute passed. It became extremely long. He sat at his desk and took an entire bottle of anti-fatigue drugs. However, the stimulating effect of the drugs could not resist the erosion of sleepiness. At dawn, he could no longer bear the heavy eyelids. He fell asleep on the table.

When he woke up again, the secretary who had taken half a day off appeared in his office.

He was covered with a coat, and his work reports had been sorted out and placed on his desk as usual.

11:21 minutes.

Six hours passed unknowingly. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that his spirit was in an unprecedented state of energy.

This was different from the compulsory excitement caused by taking a large amount of anti-fatigue medicine. He felt that he was brand new from the inside out. The fatigue and stress accumulated over a long period of time were wiped away, and all the indescribable uncomfortable areas on his body were gone. It disappeared, and even the air seemed to become much fresher.

Jock couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been as refreshed as he was now.

But he also paid a price.

He missed the 9 o'clock regular meeting of the High Council and had several missed calls on his mobile phone. In the end, the members of the High Council seemed to have finally given up contacting him. They completed the meeting without him and then decided on the meeting. The content was summarized and sent to his mobile phone.

"How are the others? Are they all awake?"

After finishing dealing with the remaining issues on the phone, Jiao Ke asked smoothly.

Secretary Hui reported, “We are all awake, and all work in the company is proceeding as usual, and the work progress has not been greatly affected.”

"...Not affected much?"

Qiao Ke was startled. Almost all the company's employees slept all night yesterday. It stands to reason that all the company's work has come to a standstill.

"Everyone was very productive today."

The secretary hesitated, as if he was sorting out his words.

From her personal perspective, her work efficiency has been significantly improved when she woke up today. She personally thinks that this kind of proper rest is a good refreshment for part-time workers, but considering that these words may make the boss doubt her work If she doesn't take it seriously, she will be fired.

Thinking of this, the secretary became more stressed and did not continue the topic.

Competition for the position of secretary is fierce, and there are countless people outside looking at this position. Although it is rare to get a good sleep, life has to go on, and she still has to face countless pressures.

"Then let's do this for now."

Jock waved his hand, and the secretary left the office with relief. She thought her boss would be furious because she fell asleep during the phone call yesterday, and might even deduct her year-end bonus for it, but the boss didn't mention it at all. This meant that all the miserable rhetoric she had prepared was of no use.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but after a good sleep, she felt that her boss' tone of voice had become much gentler.

Hope this is a good sign.

After the office door was closed, Jock sat in his chair and fell into deep thought.

Last night, something wonderful definitely happened.

He organized his thoughts and according to the secretary's description, the abnormal phenomenon first occurred in the afternoon. Recalling that the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness did indeed begin in the afternoon, and since nightfall, he felt that the passage of time had become extremely slow. In order to prove that it was not It was his own illusion that he had stared at the phone for a full minute.

That minute stretched out for an extremely long time, and it felt like three to four minutes had passed in his body.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence. It looked more like the work of a psychic.

What is his purpose?

This ability made Jock think deeply. Even he could not overcome his fatigue in the end. He fell into a deep sleep on the eve of dawn. When he woke up, it was already past 11 noon, which meant that he had spent more than five days during this period. More than hours of unconscious sleep.

If the other party had murderous intentions towards him, he would probably be a corpse by now.

This means that the other party not only has the opportunity to kill him during this period of time, but can also handle the scene calmly without leaving any traces.

And he is still alive, and the important documents in his mobile phone and on the table have no trace of being lost or being turned over.

Jock could only speculate that he was not the other party's target, but was affected indiscriminately when the other party activated its abilities in a wide range.

But,

The ability to cover the entire first zone?

Although Jock has not done too in-depth research on psychic abilities, in his impression, there are only a few people who can use their full power to cover the entire city, and their abilities cannot make people lose their ability. consciousness.

An emergency meeting must be held, and the time is...

When he looked at the phone screen, he was suddenly stunned again.

12:15.

He had to look at the numbers on his phone several times to make sure he was not dazzled, and while he was looking at it, the number had jumped to 12:17.

More than forty minutes had passed since he woke up?

This doesn't fit his body feeling at all!

In his body feeling, it had been at most a quarter to twenty minutes since he woke up. A terrible thought emerged in Jock's mind. He held his breath unconsciously. When he blinked for the sixth time, his phone The time on the screen jumped to 12:18.

The flow of time has accelerated.

At least it was speeding up in his body sense. The time was spinning rapidly at this moment, as if to make up for the prolonged part last night.

An emergency meeting must be held!

The fast passing time once again strengthened Jock's thoughts.

……………………

the other side.

Lu Xiang opened her eyes drowsily, and the dazzling sunlight outside shone on her body. She squinted and turned over, then shrank back into the quilt. But then, all the drowsiness disappeared, and she I suddenly picked up my phone, looked at the 12:20 number on the screen and fell into a long silence.

She actually slept until 12 o'clock?

What's even weirder is that when she thinks back carefully, she can't even remember when she fell asleep.

She only remembered that she and Song Lan returned to the room and chatted for a while, and then the memory disappeared.

Lu Xiang clearly remembered that the sky was still bright after Song Lan instructed Ya Kong. If counting from that time, she actually slept for nearly 20 hours?

She, the dignified Lu Xiang, turned out to be a sleepyhead! ?

"Don't be nervous, this is normal."

Song Lan's voice came from the window not far away.

Lu Xiang followed the sound and found that this stupid bird had brought a deck chair from somewhere and was sitting comfortably with its back on the deck chair by the window to bask in the sun. It was obvious that the night heron had also been assimilated and she had transformed into a bird. Standing on Song Lan's shoulder, head tilted, feathers fluffy, eyes narrowed to a slit.

This scene under the sun made the word "live forever" appear in Lu Xiang's mind involuntarily.

"You were closest to me at the time, so the impact was more obvious."

Of course, this is also the result of Song Lan's deliberate decision.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Lu Xiang as a champion of staying up late. It has been so long since they left District 17, but Lu Xiang has not been able to fall asleep on time for even a day.

Staying up late for a long time is a taboo in health care.

This is especially true in 2167. Due to the emergence of anti-fatigue drugs, people who stay up late these days tend to eat the pills like chocolate jelly beans. Song Lan has talked about this matter many times with Lu Xiang, so Lu Xiang has been talking about it recently. She ate it secretly when he wasn't paying attention, and the two bottles of anti-fatigue medicine she brought out were all empty.

Although drug manufacturers always emphasize in their advertisements that these drugs will not cause any burden on the human body, Song Lan is a traditional person. He still adheres to the traditional concept that medicines are divided into three parts, and believes that long-term use of these drugs will inevitably cause harm to the body. cause impact.

For the migrant workers in District 1 who are always under high pressure, anti-fatigue drugs have become an indispensable part of their lives. They seem to have long forgotten their normal rest and sleep.

"What on earth did you do?"

For a time, Song Lan's various "records" flooded into Lu Xiang's mind. She clearly remembered that just yesterday, the stupid bird tried to use "accidents" to cover up his crimes, trying to make her believe that Chai Ke Others died accidentally.

And he just mentioned the concept of "distance", which means that he is not the only one affected by Song Lan's ability.

She thought about the many new friends Song Lan had made recently in District 1, and couldn't help but worry about their personal safety.

"Lao Lu, I remember it."

"Um?"

"When Archon asked me for advice, I recalled it."

Song Lan looked at the floor opposite. After a solid sleep, the workers returned to their respective posts and returned to the same routine. Song Lan, who was also a worker, deeply understood their mood at this moment.

When you are working, you hope that time will pass twice as long, and when you are resting, you hope that time will pass by as long as possible.

Unfortunately, for most people, the reality is the other way around.

The duration of pain and suffering is often much longer in physical sense, and they can only bear it all silently.

When the other party spoke, Lu Xiang felt that Song Lan bathing in the sun gave her an indescribable feeling, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the piety and holiness brought by believers during sermons.

"My abilities were not created to defeat someone."

Perhaps because of the light, Song Lan became blurry and distorted in her eyes, and his voice seemed to come from a very far away place, penetrating the concepts of time and space and reaching directly into her mind, "This It’s an ability born to bring happiness to all working people!”

"wrong."

But this time, Lu Xiang had developed immunity to Song Lan's deception, "I think you just don't want anyone to disturb your sleep anymore."

As long as he drags everyone to sleep together, no one will come to disturb him again.

In an instant, the halo of holiness and piety in her eyes was shattered.

Song Lan turned his face sideways and looked at her for a long time.

"I am also a worker."

Song Lan said, "So this theory still holds true."

Thanks to the students for the 200 starting coins as a reward!

One hundred and forty-one of the small theaters:

A certain day, a certain year, a certain day, a Friday, afternoon.

Lu Xiang spent the whole afternoon in low pressure. Tourists in the same group invariably kept a safe distance of more than 5 meters from her to avoid becoming the subject of interrogation.

In their eyes, Lu Xiang has become a cold-blooded figure who does not spare even the elderly.

"It's been too long since I've interacted with people normally."

Back on the bus, Lu Xiang buried his head in Song Lan's chest to avoid the sharp eyes of the tourists in the same group.

The strangers who were usually sent to the counter-intelligence department were all criminals. She had not dealt with ordinary people normally for a long time, so she accidentally committed an occupational disease.

"no problem, no problem."

Song Lan gently patted Lu Xiang's back to express comfort. As he always said, everyone has something they are not good at. For example, he has never been able to understand advanced mathematics. "They will eventually understand you."

Unfortunately, his comfort seemed to be ineffective, and Lu Xiang's head seemed to be buried deeper...

Um?

Song Lan wanted to say something else, but she was keenly aware of something unusual.

He suddenly noticed the slightly raised corners of Lu Xiang's mouth. This was not how a person who was frustrated in communication should behave!

"Lao Lu, you..."

Before she finished speaking, Lu Xiang had already taken action. She moved Song Lan's other hand to her waist and put her body weight on Song Lan.

"do not stop."

She whispered, "Keep comforting me."