Lie Huo Jiao Chou

"Shift gear, chase!" Xiao Zheng said immediately, "If you can't find the real-time trend, check the recent trail!"

Every peculiar person who has been registered in a different control bureau will leave an “energy file”, similar to fingerprints and DNA, which is used to record the unique energy flow on peculiar person. In the event of a missing crime in the future, you can use this tracking to locate — —This is called "shifting."

But unlike the DNA that is unchanged for life, the "energy file" has a "shelf life", which changes with age, training and other factors. The accuracy of the energy file's "shelf life" is generally only 24 months. Beyond this time limit, the actual situation of the target will be significantly different from the file. Whether it can be tracked at that time depends on luck.

Although Luo Cuicui has just disappeared and is still in the "shelf life", but under the condition of this plant growing crazy, no one knows whether he will mutate, so the real-time location is likely to be impossible to locate. You can only start the "trace back" process, relying on the energy description in the file, to check Luo Cuicui's whereabouts before mutation.

"Can we be good at the aftercare? Even me, can I count with one hand, how many traitors are out now?" Xuan Yuan listened to Sheng Lingyuan's report, and put his chin on Sheng Lingyuan's shoulder. With a sigh, "The team is gone, the heart is broken, it's not easy to take it."

Sheng Lingyuan was the leader of the army. At the beginning of the melee, the future emperor is a child with a yellow mouth, and the human race is a loose sand. Where can so many good soldiers be dispatched to him? It's not easy for the men in the army to get together a wave of miscellaneous meals. Sometimes luck is bad. As soon as I gather enough people, I do n’t have enough time to train, and I will encounter the enemy hurriedly. At this time, the soldiers will turn into dandelions that are rolled by the wind. Bare.

Once the betrayal of his subordinate surrendered his life, and he saved his life only by luck. There was a dog demon in the enemy army. In order to avoid tracking, Sheng Lingyuan dived all day in the ditch full of floating corpses. It was cold and biting underwater, and his wound was sore and itchy. If he was not a demon, he would have died of infection and inflammation. In the end, his consciousness became more and more blurred, thanks to the voice of the sword spirit who kept talking to him in the sea, keeping the line clear, Xiao Cuibao actually held back and did not cry, and he kept screaming until the reinforcements took them out. It was just a heartbreaker, and then he was wary of the people and refused to trust anyone anymore.

Sheng Lingyuan was originally lonely and uncontrollable, but Xiao Jianling was the first to be a bird of surprise, and sword spirit was full of suffocation. Sheng Lingyuan was afraid that Tong would become more gloomy and sensitive, and the sword would go too far. For him, he had to try to pretend to be the "lord". Have a good example for him.

It can be said that when Sheng Lingyuan was young, those patterns and calmness that transcended age were all forged in the cry of Jian Ling.

Suddenly heard Xuan Yuan sigh, Sheng Lingyuan habitually raised his hand, trying to hold him in his arms, comfort him not to be discouraged.

Who knew that he hadn't had time to speak, he heard Xuan Yuan said: "Tell Xiao Zheng, let the comrades in the aftermath reflect on it and see if they have done anything wrong with the organization, what can you explain, surrender as soon as possible, Strive for leniency-I'll confess first, I don't feel good now, and they squeeze me on you again, and I may have to ... uh ... make a mistake. "

Sheng Lingyuan almost touched his back and shrank back.

Xuan Yuan's expression was very calm and his voice turned around. He said, "At this field, everyone will not take it seriously, no matter whether Luo Cuicui actively betrayed or was controlled by others, there is no difference for us now. The Tibetan Mastiff face butterfly scandal is definitely going to come out. Our own logistics personnel are going to fight against each other. The internal file leakage is inevitable. Be prepared for the move. "

Xuan Yuan is a phrase.

"Director Xiao, the night when Qingping Town returned, Luo Cuicui returned to the General Administration alone after getting off the plane, and the system collapsed-that is, before the building collapsed, we had no record of his departure. Our energy monitoring system captured his whereabouts for the last time, It was the inferior slave who bowed down before him ... "

"where?"

"It's under the tree. Afterwards, the monitoring cannot scan the energy body corresponding to its file. I don't know if it ran or mutated."

"Director Xiao!" A staff member in the aftermath exclaimed.

Xiao Zheng turned his head back suddenly.

"Someone is uploading detailed information about the mirror, water and moon butterflies, and ... and the files of our internal investigation!"

The original dossier of the Jinghua Shuiyuedie case has been buried with the headquarters building. At this time, a clear scan is on the Internet in fifteen and ten, and the official seal on the document is dazzling.

"Tell Lao Xiao that this matter is certainly beyond control now. Don't forget to control the public opinion. The harder you work, the more you want to cover up. The first thing to do is to stop the echo and stop following the other person's thought. Xuan Yuan of Quanshan said, "Even if it is online, if someone confuses people offline, tell field colleagues everywhere not to do anything unless they do something that endangers public safety-otherwise, just send a leaflet or something Just let them send it casually, do n’t you waste a little paper? I think this pile of temporarily growing trees is enough to cut down, and Lao Xiao ... "

Xiao Zheng held his breath and watched the black text rising from the crow: "What?"

"Three thousand years ago, the deep blood of the sea of ​​blood was long filled with the blood that melted together," Xuan Yuan said calmly, "the secrecy mechanism of the foreign control bureau is, after all, just to protect everyone-ordinary people, and We ourselves-don't put the cart before the horse, don't panic. "

"It's not three thousand years ago. The world has its own digestive power."

Sure enough, the content on the Internet has not been deleted, and various places have begun to spread leaflets with dummies dominated by macarons. These dummy people have blatantly appeared in downtown areas, rising high, deceiving the public, and conventional police weapons cannot reach them. .

After seeing the contents of the leaflet, the branches of foreign control bureaus in some areas immediately realized that the internal data had leaked, and they panicked first. The first reaction was to send field arrests—Yuyang City, the head of the branch office of the local foreign control bureau. Chang has personally led a team of field staff to the main square in the city center.

Around the square is a green belt. There was originally a very bright space in the middle. At this time, the branches and vines in the green belt expanded infinitely. The flagpoles in the middle of the square had been wrapped around, and a green curtain was woven. A bunch of puppets hanged on the branches and rattan like ghosts, with strange words in their mouths, and leaflets fell from their hands, without a piece of paper on the ground.

Those flyers seemed to have a cruise system installed, and there was no wind. They flew on their own, some were posted on the glass of residential houses and shopping malls, some were stuck on the windows of cars, and some were simply pasted on the faces of passersby.

There are more and more citizens watching, and disturbed people take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"Have me down!" Commander Du gave an order, and the field officers drove out of the official car, and Mithril bullets were loaded.

Just then, Du's cell phone suddenly rang: "Hey, Director Xiao, we are reporting to the headquarters. We ..."

Xiao Zheng ordered a few words quickly, Du Du listened for two seconds, and then suddenly pushed the secretary next to him: "Notice the suspension of action! Hurry!"

Before the trigger of the first Mithril bullet was slammed, the fieldworkers were stopped, and the horrified citizens saw a wave of mysterious personnel armed in full service and not knowing what department belonged to the square. The puppets were so excited, they went up and down in mid-air, and the flyers flew like snowstorms.

"The alien control bureau is coming to an end, everyone is running away!" The puppet manipulated by the macaroni smiled "hee hee", "the water system can cause tsunami, the thunder and lightning system can burn you all, and the dead ordinary people parasite with butterflies Hee hee, people unknowingly live for you, these executioners are most afraid of leaks! "

A puppet raised his head and screamed suddenly into the crowd. The horrible panic swept through the panic caused by the citizens who repeatedly subverted Sanguan in this outrageous event. They ran away.

But the crowd is too dense, and the chaos is catastrophic. The mutated plants in the green belt quietly stretch out the tree vines and drill under people's feet. Many people fall because of this. Scale stomping accident.

Just then, people suddenly found themselves "fixed", half of the people were hanging in the air, and half of their legs couldn't be stepped on.

At first, I thought that I was scared and shouted by the "frozen" citizens, and the place was cluttered and quiet for a while, showing a weird scene-the horrified human voice heard like a large slaughterhouse, sending these The voice people are all standing still.

But no matter how long the scream is, it is a breath of breath. It screams that your brain is hypoxic, and of course it can't be called. The deafening collective scream rang for half a minute. Suddenly found that the team moved-the people at the exit of the square were "liberated" first, and quickly evacuated under the evacuation of several so-called "Executioner Executioners."

Immediately after, the people behind were released in an orderly manner. A child fell down in a panic, his knees fell, and he was supported by something invisible. A staff member next to the evacuation crowd patted his head.

At the same time, the mysterious people surrounding the square did not take any action. People found that they were just like human shields, separated between the puppets and the citizens. Apart from cooperating with evacuation, they did not manage those leaflets, silent, quiet, and large. In a square, only the piercing voices of those puppets rang empty.

This is the first time that different control bureaus in various places have made a public appearance in front of ordinary people without speaking.

And no Mithril popped out of the chamber.

At the same time, in Biquan Mountain, the light rail carrying the emperor left the city and headed towards the ancient tomb in the remote suburban terminal. As a large wave of passengers got out of the car, the crowded car finally became empty. Xuan Yuan finally let go of Sheng Lingyuan, took a half step back, and patted his chest: "Oh my god, it's loose, and then I squeeze, I will lose my foot. . "

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him with a somewhat complicated look.

When Sheng Lingyuan took a closer look at Xuan Yuan, he felt very stunning. That person was more dazzling than the 10,000 looks he had envisioned in his heart. Although he had never met, he quickly matched the person in front of him with the sword spirit in his memory. Being together, anyway, in his heart, the skin is not important, no matter how beautiful, Tong is worthy, no matter how ugly, he is unique in the palm of his hand.

But all of a sudden, the little sword spirit in his heart that was unlearned, playful, and crying suddenly became flattened and turned into a beautiful painting, which became him along with the precious and broken joys and sorrows in the long years. True "memory". Sheng Lingyuan looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly realized that the little bird nestled in his heart had grown up, and the spreading wings could bear the fire passed down from his ancestors. He has been alone for over 3,000 years and has been wronged. He will never get into his arms again, crying and saying fiercely, "Human races are all bad things, we don't want them anymore."

Sheng Lingyuan's solidification suddenly flowed in space-time three thousand years ago, and the light rail whistled into the "Tomb Museum" station in the female voice of the newspaper station.

"Look, what are you looking at?" Xuan Yuan tried to pretend to be an easy-going old driver, stretched his way all the way, and finally defeated in his other eyes, wiped his nose honestly and guilty, sure nothing was flowing Indecent things, and tied the open long coat buttons three or two times, and pulled the clothes out, the neck was already red, the mouth was still unwilling to collapse, and still cheap, "Go home again See, isn't your look testing my revolutionary willpower? "

Sheng Lingyuan returned to God, covered the turbulence in Cai's heart with a smile, and glanced down at him with unwilling eyes.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

"Don't cover it, I didn't feel it." Sheng Lingyuan chuckled and turned and walked out of the open door. "How did you grow up and still be shy?"

The heat from Xuanyuan's neck reached the base of the ears, and he caught up in three and two steps, ready to pull back a game.

The moment he met Sheng Lingyuan, a strange sense of resonance suddenly came. Sheng Lingyuan paused and held his chest. At the same time, Xuan Yuan felt that he was above his head, eyes, throat, chest, Dantian, and later He had severe pain at the back of his back wings at the same time-exactly the same as when he was cut out of the eggshell and nailed into Sheng Lingyuan's chest.

They stared at each other, remembering at the same time the familiar atmosphere in this tomb--

That was the atmosphere in the bronze tripod that hung young children and chicks under the statue of Suzaku. 2k novel reading network