The waterway was quickly approved, and the flight time from the Alien Control Bureau headquarters on the outskirts of Yong'an City to Chiyuan Grand Canyon was about one hour and forty minutes. Tristan Xuan enjoyed the treatment of a private plane for a business trip for the first time and saw everything new. So after the plane flew smoothly, he temporarily put aside all the tasks and walked around happily.
"Director Xuan," Sister Bi started chatting very talkatively, "I hear that, you just want to take us with you temporarily, right?"
Tristan Xuan did have this plan, but in order to avoid shaking the morale of the army, he did not answer directly. He said tactfully: "This must obey the organization's arrangements. I have never done this before. If there is something I don't understand, you..."
Before he could finish being polite, he turned around and saw Sister Bi taking out a roll of seaweed-green yarn from nowhere. While chatting with him, she knitted it up and down. One sleeve was almost formed, adding to the surrounding atmosphere. It must be extremely warm.
Tristan Xuan: "...What a dexterous hand."
Clara Bi laughed so hard: "Do you want it? I bought a lot more this time, and winter will come in just one month. When I finish knitting the old man's sweater, there will be enough left over to knit you a hat." ---What kind of thing do you like?
"No, no, no, no, no, why are you so embarrassed..." Tristan Xuan glanced at the roll of environmentally friendly wool with fear, and felt that it would be better for him to leave his job before winter, so he quickly changed the subject, " Apart from today, do we usually travel a lot? "
"I travel a lot. Today's matter looks serious, but it's not difficult to handle. The most troublesome thing is that some field comrades don't pay attention to protecting the environment. They smash a bridge or blow up a few cars for no reason. After the explosion, they just walk away. Well, we still have to run around to repair it for them! We also have to discuss compensation plans and so on. Oh, when it comes to money, there is no end to the wrangling." Clara Bi said, moving closer to Tristan Xuan and lowering his voice, "Our previous Director Gong went home before he reached retirement age. He said it was 'internal retirement', but it was actually 'something happened'. I heard that the bureau is investigating him now."
Tristan Xuan: ...
I underestimated this position, which is like that of an old lady in a deep palace, but there are actually risks to integrity!
"In addition to business trips, online matters are also under the control of our department." Clara Bi finished knitting one circle, took out another length of wool, wrapped it skillfully around his little finger, and continued, "There are several forums for monsters and public gatherings. We have to keep an eye on the numbers and so on. When we see new hot topics, we have to immediately figure out which ones are ordinary people talking nonsense and which ones may really have problems. After screening, we will forward the problematic ones to the field. ---This matter is under Lao Luo's charge."
"It's me, the leader, I'm Lao Luo, Max Luo." The man with the barcode on his head came over, and a scent of fragrance blew into his face. .
Brother Max Luo, who is fresh and fresh, said: "You have to be careful. If nothing happens, you can report something, so that the field staff will make a wasted trip. They won't cause trouble for us when they come back, right? They are all ancestors, we Can't afford it."
Tristan Xuan asked: "Then if something is missed, wouldn't the problem be more serious?"
"No, there aren't that many things. Most of the things on the Internet are of this style," Lao Luo handed over his phone and pointed to a popular post on the forum. "The things that really require us to go out on the field are basically transferred from the public security department."
Tristan Xuan took a closer look and saw that the title of the post was "Help: I feel that my son is not my son anymore."
What the hell?
Lao Luo said: "In our department, we don't seek merit, but seek no faults. When Director Gong was in office, he emphasized to us every day that we are responsible for peaceful affairs and must not look for trouble. We must remember everything we do. This principle."
Tristan Xuan suddenly felt that he might not be qualified for this job--after all, he was a mess-trouble registered with the General Administration. It seemed a bit overwhelming to let the Sh!t-stirring stick come to mix the mud.
Lao Luo changed the subject and flattered him again with a smile: "But I don't think you can stay here for long, Director Xuan, you are not an ordinary person, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Tristan Xuan's face suddenly faded, and she raised her eyelids and looked at Lao Luo.
He has a pair of **-shaped phoenix eyes that bend when he smiles. Because his expression is usually too lively, as if he is holding back a bowl of bad water, people often mistake him for smiling eyes. Now he will look at him without smiling. Only then did he reveal his true appearance. His eyelids were very thin, and there was a small, inconspicuous mole hanging at the end of his slightly upturned eyes. As soon as his face darkened, an indescribable evil appeared.
A chill suddenly ran down Lao Luo's spine. Before he could react, he saw Director Xuan leaning back lazily and winking at him. The blade-like evil aura just now disappeared, as if everything was just his illusion.
Tristan Xuan carelessly poked his chest with his thumb: "Brother, do you think I'm not ordinary? Is it enough to be an idol?"
Lao Luo: ...
Although Max Luo didn't have much hair, she had a sharp eye. She immediately realized that she had asked something she shouldn't have asked, and quickly ran away in a sensible manner.
Tristan Xuan took out his mobile phone out of boredom, connected to the airplane wifi, and searched for the post that Lao Luo had just shown him.
The post probably said that there used to be a naughty kid in the home of the original poster who used to smoke, skip school and go to Internet cafes all day long. Recently, he suddenly changed his life for unknown reasons. Not only did he start to go to school honestly, but he also made it to the middle of the class in the monthly exam. What a surprise. The mother couldn't believe it for a moment, so she thought wildly and suspected that her son had been impersonated.
The first reply was "Get out of the school's childcare network." After another swipe, the post was gone. It must have been reported.
He looked through other posts in the forum, and sure enough, as Lao Luo said, these forums were nothing serious. Except for a few paranoid people and those who wrote novels online, the rest of the popular posts were all clickbait, with sensational titles. , the things that can be talked about are basically the same as the third one---the parents are naughty, Bullsh!t, and celebrity gossip.
Tristan Xuan flipped through it for a while, but didn't see anything interesting. He looked back and saw that the fat girl had huddled in the corner and slept. Lao Luo and Sister Bi were getting together to discuss buying a house in Cambodia. No one was there. Pay attention to him.
So he took out a few steel coins from his pocket and made a simple divination.
The worn coin jumped on the small table and before it settled, it rolled down with the turbulence of the plane. Tristan Xuan caught it with his hand, opened his palm and frowned - the hexagram was still unpredictable.
Ever since the stone on his ring cracked, his divination has remained like this, no matter whether he asks about big matters or small matters.
For this matter, Tristan Xuan even made a special trip to the clan altar. As a result, whether because of poor academic skills or something else, the altar only gave him a vague direction and a word.
The direction pointed to the headquarters of the Alien Control Bureau, and the word "person" was written on it.
It happened that the newly appointed Marcus Huang Bureau of the Alien Control Bureau was determined to poach him, so he simply followed the trend. As for what the word "人" means, Tristan Xuan didn't understand it yet, so when Bureau Marcus Huang asked him which department he wanted to work in, he chose a place that specialized in dealing with people.
Lao Luo's categorical voice came from behind: "Listen to me, the next hot spot for rapid development will definitely be in Southeast Asia. You can't buy this house and you won't be deceived..."
Tristan Xuan: ...
Well, maybe he still misunderstood that "person".
Tristan Xuan put on her headphones, blocked Lao Luo's "Macroeconomics Lecture", closed her eyes and rested. But maybe it was because the seat was too comfortable or something, but he actually fell asleep and had a dream.
This is a very familiar dream. After their clan leaders received the sacred fire ring, they would dream of this scene from time to time: an antique small building with a wooden beam structure. It might be a place like an inn, with rooms It's big, and you can vaguely hear the noisy people downstairs.
A man had his back to him, leaning against the window and looking out.
For ten years, Tristan Xuan has been facing this back figure and has never seen the front face. Once he tries to get closer, he will wake up immediately - but later he checked and found that he was not an exception, and his ancestors also all I never saw this person turn around, so I quickly calmed down again.
"Brother, do you know if the ring is broken?" Tristan Xuan said, "Does it affect you?"
The back view was the same as usual, motionless, like a still life.
In this dream, no matter what Tristan Xuan said, it seemed like he was just talking to himself.
"Okay, it probably won't have any impact. I always thought you might be a Nazgul or something, but it seems..."
When he said this, he suddenly stopped talking - the man in front of the window had a sword inserted diagonally at his waist. The hilt was engraved with complex patterns, and there was a pattern clustered in the middle, which happened to be Chiyuan's. A graphic showing the positions of eight mutant trees connected together!
No wonder he felt familiar the moment he saw the map!
What does it mean?
At this moment, a small breeze suddenly blew from the window, and Tristan Xuan opened his eyes wide. This was something he had never seen before in his dream.
I saw the breeze blowing up the clothes of the man outside the window, and the man who had been like a statue for ten years suddenly came to life and let out a soft sigh.
Then he actually moved and turned around slowly---
"lead!"
Tristan Xuan suddenly jumped up from the seat with a strong start... She was startled by the sparkling lip balm on the lips of the exquisite brother Max Luo, and fell back down again.
Lao Luo howled into his ears amidst the "buzzing" noise of the plane: "Wake up, we are about to land!"
The Chiyuan Branch of the Abnormality Control Bureau was very busy at the moment because of the mutated tree, and had no time to deal with their logistics staff. They only sent a young intern named Li to take them to the hospital.
The hospital is located on a high ground, and you can see the mountains of Chiyuan Grand Canyon in the distance.
The weather was gloomy at the moment, and there was abundant water vapor floating in the air, as if it would condense into water droplets and drip down in the next second. Along the way, even though the dehumidifying air conditioner was turned on in the car, her clothes were still soaked with moisture, and the wetness stuck to her body. Sophie Ping's hair had exploded into sea urchins, and her hair was covered with thorns as she walked.
Tristan Xuan was sensitive enough to smell a faint scent of incense and candles in the air, which seemed a bit fishy. He glanced in the direction of Chi Yuan and had a bad feeling in his heart.
The five trapped tourists were injured to varying degrees and looked ashamed. It was said that after they were released from the hospital, they would be taken away by the Public Security Bureau to pay fines. Their ID cards and mobile phones were confiscated and were being handed over to Sophie Ping for inspection to prevent them from taking photos of anything that should not be made public.
Clara Bi took the initiative to take over the conversation. Tristan Xuan watched for a while and found that her handling method was very interesting - she was like a friendly elder sister of the neighborhood committee, skillfully talking about household matters for a while, etc. The other party relaxed and then asked them skillfully about what they experienced and saw in the Grand Canyon.
If the other party says something unreasonable, such as a female anchor with a broken leg recalling: "It seemed like a big python was chasing us. It looked very strange, earth-colored, like that...that tree root. It scared me to death!"
Sister Bi opened her eyes and corrected her nonsense: "That was an earthquake. What you saw should be the vines wrapped around the big tree. When the big tree fell, the vines were thrown out. Where did the big python in the scenic spot come from?" ? "
"No, it's definitely not the vine thrown out. I remember it was very fast, and..."
Sister Bi looked her in the eye and repeated calmly, "It's a vine."
Tristan Xuan saw that the female anchor's expression became more and more hesitant and her tone became more and more uncertain. After they went back and forth two or three times, the female anchor naturally accepted Sister Bi's statement. When asked again, she seemed to have lost her memory. , I will not mention "tree roots" or "python" again.
Tristan Xuan asked in surprise: "Sister Bi is 'special ability'?"
"That's right," Lao Luo said, "Our logistics department is basically composed of ordinary people. We are the only three who are 'special'. You, the leader, just picked us up casually. You must be very discerning."
"I'll buy a lottery ticket tomorrow." Tristan Xuan said casually, "What is your special ability?"
"I can't do it. I'm of no use." Max Luo first said a few words in a proud tone, pretending to be modest, and then said, "My hands and feet are different from ordinary people. If I don't care about them, my fingers and toes will keep growing and it will take a year." Broken many pairs of shoes!"
Tristan Xuan: ...
Is this a "special ability" or a disease?
What are you so proud of?
Xiao Li, who was leading the way, couldn't hold back and laughed. Maybe he thought it was impolite, so he coughed quickly and said, "The sixth rescued person was not injured, so he was placed in the family lounge, right in front. "
Tristan Xuan looked up following his finger, and somehow by coincidence, the light in the corridor flickered and then went out.
He was stunned and pinched his fingers gently - the invisible ring on his index finger gave off a cold warning.
"Why is the light broken again?" Xiao Li walked forward unconsciously and said as he walked, "This person...well...is a bit weird. You will know later when you take a look." "
The hospital has been quarantined by the Alien Control Bureau, so there is only one person in the family lounge.
The man was sitting on a plastic chair, his back to the half-open door, and he was staring at the TV on the wall watching advertisements.
His back is straight but relaxed, and his sitting posture seems to have been specially trained. His back is indescribably pleasing to the eye.
The most eye-catching thing is his long hair. It is longer than his waist, thick and abundant, and in such a humid place, it is neither flat nor frizzy. If you tie it at the back of your neck with a string, it is as thick as a child's arm, and looks perfect like a wig.
"This is the ID he handed in." Xiao Li took out an ID card from a file bag. "There is no mobile phone. He said he lost his mobile phone."
Lao Luo's eyes lingered on the man's hair for a moment, and he touched the "bar code" on his head lovingly, and muttered: "Even young men are starting to wear wigs now. It must be because of air pollution."
With that said, he was about to push the door open and go in.
Tristan Xuan suddenly raised his hand to stop him: "Get away, stay away."
Lao Luo was stunned and heard Xiao Li scream in surprise - the "ID card" turned into a dead leaf in Tristan Xuan's hand, and then burned, turning into ashes in the blink of an eye.
"Fake evidence?" Max Luo said in shock, "Who is this?"
Director Xuan's face, which always looked a bit unserious, became serious and he slowly put his hands into his coat pockets.
"It's not a human being." He kicked open the ajar door, and a cold light flew out of his hand, pointing directly at the long-haired man's back.
"It's an evil spirit."
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