In the brightly lit combat conference room, the white fan table is formed into an arc in the middle of the conference room. Thirteen chairs are arranged in sequence from east to west. A curtain is hung on the wall due to the north, and the curtain is covered with quilt. A glitchy screen covered in variegated snowflakes.
The sound of electric current came from the speaker on the side, making a sizzling sound, noisy to the ears of everyone present. After a while, a hand finally reached over and turned down the knob of the speaker.
The hands are very slender.
The sound of electricity shrank a bit, but soon returned to a high level, filling the entire conference room.
So the slender hand silently retracted her conference chair.
It was a woman with purple-rimmed glasses. The second and third buttons of her white shirt were tightly tightened by the lower part of the shirt, as if the buttons might be opened at any time. A black suit was placed on the left and right shoulders. , as if it was not a piece of clothing, but a cloak.
The woman's conference chair is in the fourth position from east to west. Next to her is an oval mirror that is as purple as the glasses frame. The "mirror" has no frame and looks like a rippling purple water surface.
The woman's hand stretches out from this purple water.
A few seconds ago, her hand reached into the mirror, and then appeared out of thin air next to the speaker near the north wall.
"No. 10, you should know that turning off the speaker of No. 0 has no effect."
Far away from the woman, a child playing with the Rubik's Cube continued to play with the Rubik's Cube in his hand without raising his head, but he seemed to be aware of everything around him. While rotating the edges of the Rubik's Cube, he said to the woman Start talking.
"Then playing with your old rubik's cube there will be more useful than my mother?"
The woman named No. 10 sneered, stretched out her right hand, and grabbed into the void ahead. Another purple mirror appeared in front of her, and her right hand just disappeared into the water.
At the same time, a purple mirror appeared in front of the child playing with the Rubik's Cube. The woman's right hand reached out from the mirror, grabbed the third-order Rubik's Cube in the child's hand, and then retracted it.
"Put down what doesn't belong to you, Number 10."
The child still did not raise his head, and the two hands from which the Rubik's Cube was taken away still maintained the posture of grasping the Rubik's Cube, and a new Rubik's Cube was gradually born in his hands, this time it was a fourth-order Rubik's Cube.
The child twisted the corner of the fourth-order Rubik's Cube, and a strange noise suddenly appeared in the entire conference room.
It was as if a hole suddenly opened to the right from the conference chair where the child was sitting. This hole then went to the right and ended at the door of the conference room, all rotating with the child's movement.
No. 10 felt her eyes dazzled, and then she sat next to the child.
To be more precise, she, her conference chair, and conference table were all "switched" next to the child.
The woman looked towards where she was sitting. There was a small screen on the conference table, which looked like a tombstone on the table.
The "Tombstone" has the same snowflake glitch screen as the screen on the north wall, and there is a sign next to the screen that says "8".
At this time, a sigh came from the side.
Zhao Haiyang's voice appeared behind the woman and child.
"Give me some face."
Zhao Haiyang said.
So the third-order Rubik's Cube returned to the child's hands, and the woman was replaced again in her original position.
Zhao Haiyang sighed again, and while sighing, he patted the back of the head of the little girl who was dozing next to him.
The little girl with pink hair blinked and woke up.
"What happened?"
Taoist Priest Qingxu, wearing a lotus leaf hat, sat next to the pink-haired little girl and said after hearing this:
"No. 9 and No. 10 are quarreling again. They are always dissatisfied with each other."
The little girl with pink hair blinked again and looked at the two people who were still unconvinced with each other, frowning as if she was trying to remember something.
Then he shook his head and gave up.
"Who is No. 9 and who is No. 10?"
Taoist priest Qingxu was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head:
"No. 4, your amnesia is serious again."
The little girl called No. 4 knocked on her head and said:
"It's okay. I just forgot some irrelevant things. I've handled everything I should be responsible for."
Taoist Priest Qingxu looked at the pink-haired little girl with pity for a few times. After thinking about it, he reached into his arms and took out two pills.
One is red and one is blue.
The old man pulled the little girl's left hand over, then opened his palm and put both pills in.
"If you really can't hold it anymore, just eat the blue one and take a good rest."
The little girl laughed and said:
"You know I'll only eat the red one, like now."
The red pills on Mediator No. 4's palm suddenly disappeared, and her hair became darker. It was previously a whitish pink, but now it has become redder, closer to magenta.
And the blue pill was put into her jacket pocket.
"Thanks, Qingxu. I will use it when I need it."
Mediator No. 4 looked obviously better. She looked back at the "working women" and "Rubik's Cube boy" who were still bickering, and nodded slightly:
"Now I remember it. The one playing in space is No. 9, and the one quarreling is No. 10."
Qingxu was stunned for a moment, what, didn’t he just not remember it at all?
No. 4 suddenly laughed again and said that he had indeed remembered that the person playing the Rubik's Cube was Sun Wuji and the woman playing with the hand was Hu Die. They have similar emotional abilities and have been investigators for a similar period of time, so they always bicker over seats.
"In the final analysis, it still lacks ideals."
On the position where "8" was written, in the tombstone-like display screen, the snowflake-like fault signal suddenly disappeared. A rough right hand covered with wounds poked out from the tombstone and grabbed the edge of the conference table. The rough right hand dragged a man covered in black stains from the tombstone and threw him onto the conference table.
Like a fish stranded on the shore after leaping out of the water.
The phrase "In the final analysis, there is still a lack of ideals" came from the mouth of this man covered in black stains. The man's whole body was covered with black oil, even the exposed skin on his face was covered with black oil, and only his mouth was open and closed. , breathing greedily.
"Master Jingchun, help me!"
The man with black oil stains all over his body stretched out his hand towards position 6, where sat a monk with nine ring scars on his head. The monk had his eyes closed and held a prayer bead in his hand.
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Hearing the man's cry for help, the monk did not open his eyes. He just slowly bowed in the direction of the man, treating it as a bow, and then silently recited "Amitabha" as a response.
But something magical happened. With the sound of "Amitabha", the black stains all over the man's body disappeared quickly, like the waves at ebb, all of them retreated into the small tombstone.
The ragged man lay on his back on the conference table, took a deep breath, and then exhaled it all, finally relaxing his tense nerves.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master. It's worth my while to come all the way back."
After lying on his back on the conference table and resting for five seconds, the man turned over, rolled from the conference table to the chair, and sat down with his legs crossed.
"So? Which two colleagues pressed the summons bell this time? What is the urgent matter?"
"Qingxu and I pressed it together."
Zhao Haiyang's voice suddenly sounded from the wall in the north direction.
He stood in front of the main table with a solemn expression.
"The world is going to end, and there is a 99.97% probability that it will happen today."
The conference room suddenly became quiet, including Hu Die and Sun Wuji who were arguing.
It was the ragged man who broke the silence. The man raised his face and let out a long sigh:
"Ah...are we going to cycle again? Hasn't that cycler restarted tens of thousands of times? Why did he die so early this time?"
The one who answered him was Old Dao Qingxu:
"No, Suno...this time is different."
Zhao Haiyang’s speech followed that of Taoist Master Qingxu:
"There is no restart, Suno. Everyone will die this time."
The conference room fell into a deeper silence, and then everyone's eyes widened, including Monk Jingchun, who had his eyes closed the entire time.
Everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Haiyang.
Zhao Haiyang's expression did not change and he continued:
"The Looper left the mess and ran away, and pulled a scapegoat named Zhouyou from the earth in another dimension."
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This is the "Mediation Court", a "power center" composed of thirteen mediators. No. 0, No. 1, and No. 2 formed the initial mediation court and built the initial appearance of the super urban agglomeration. Then over the long years, mediators No. 3 to No. 12 gradually joined it and became a part of a stable civilized world. .
Zhao Haiyang is the No. 7 mediator, codenamed "God of War", and he is the sharpest spear in the mediation court.
Although all mediators have reached the fourth step of "Heart Realm" in the Ascension to God, theoretically speaking, unless someone reaches the fifth step of "Spiritual Ruins" first, there is no difference in the strength between the mediators. divided. But there is no difference in ability, but there is a difference in strength. Zhao Haiyang's code name of "God of War" was developed bit by bit in the past thirty years. He has never missed a shot in the past thirty years. No matter how dangerous the situation is, he only needs to fire one shot. A shot through the clouds.
And this ability of "piercing the clouds with one shot" is not Zhao Haiyang's own emotional ability, but a new ability that Zhao Haiyang has evolved from the second to the third step.
After the third step, Zhao Haiyang never showed his incarnation in front of others. People other than the mediator only knew the God of War who shot through the clouds.
But all the mediators understand what Zhao Haiyang really relies on to become the "God of War".
His negative Qingshi registration code is called "Bubble Golden Body".
The strongest spear in the fourth step was already the strongest shield among all supermen in the first step.
This is the real reason why Zhao Haiyang has a 100% mission completion rate and never failed even when he became No. 7.
Similarly, this is also the reason why all mediators trust Zhao Haiyang.
At least, until Zhao Haiyang spoke in person, no mediator believed that there was anything in this world that would make Zhao Haiyang press the "calling bell".
Or, in other words, if Zhao Haiyang can't solve the problem, can they solve it if they take over?
Su Nuo, Sun Wuji and Hu Die obviously thought they couldn't do it. Monk Jingchun, who was ranked ahead of Zhao Haiyang, was willing to hand over the No. 6 ranking to Principal Zhao.
Among the seven mediators present, the only two who could say that they could solve the problem Zhao Haiyang encountered were Taoist Priest Qingxu ranked fifth and the pink-haired little girl ranked fourth.
But unfortunately, the convening mechanism in the mediation court requires more than two mediators to press the convening bell at the same time, and Taoist Master Qingxu is the second initiator of the convening bell.
This shows that what Zhao Haiyang encountered cannot be solved by No. 7 and No. 5 combined.
"Can I fix it?"
The pink-haired little girl sitting on the fourth chair looked at the old man Qingxu wearing a lotus leaf hat.
Qingxu touched her head and said:
"Don't be brave, Bai Tao, you can't - even if you take the blue pill."
"Why?"
The little pink-haired girl known as Bai Tao tilted her head.
"I can dig him out of my past memories..."
Bai Tao tilted his head and suddenly fell silent halfway through speaking.
"You see, that's why I said that."
Qingxu sighed and raised his head to look at the sky.
"Xie Zhi is no longer within our range. People who cannot be counted in Tianyanqi can't be brought back by Lucid Dream either."
Bai Tao's brows were furrowed. She wanted to think of something else, but she couldn't think of anything for a while.
But the next moment, in front of all seven mediators present, the conference table suddenly turned into a screen.
The main color of the screen is green, and the dark green digital flow is combined into an ever-changing blue head on the screen.
What is surprising is that no matter how the dark green digital humanoid changes, the right half of its head is always missing a piece, as if it has been chopped off with a sharp instrument.
And if you are here now, you will be even more surprised to find that this blue head with only half a face left is the Digital Miracle Elder you encountered when you were ambushed after the Tianguang Building incident!
Monk Jingchun, who was sitting in seat No. 6, suddenly had a bright light in his eyes when he opened them. His mouth was slightly opened, and there was a faint stream of light in his mouth.
Old Taoist Qingxu hurriedly raised his fly whisk to cover Monk Jingchun's rapidly opening mouth, and silently recited the word "Feng" in his mouth.
"Monk! Don't get excited! We are one of our own!"
Monk Jingchun glared angrily. Although his mouth was covered by the pure whisk and he could not speak, a deep voice still came from his abdomen. It turned out that Monk Jingchun could also speak ventriloquism.
"One of our own? Who do you think the digital demon is? If you are not of my race, your heart must be different! Everyone can find the digital demon and kill it!"
As Monk Jingchun said this, a bright crack appeared on his belly. There was a faint sound of bells coming from the crack in his belly. It was obvious that he had begun to prepare his magical power.
But Monk Jingchun's anger only lasted half a second.
Bai Tao, who was sitting in seat 4, stood up, stretched out his hands, and covered Monk Jingchun's temples and ears.
There was only a soft "pop" sound, and a trace of confusion suddenly appeared in Monk Jingchun's eyes.
His memory was deleted for a second, and it happened to go back to the moment when he realized that his mouth was forcibly sealed by Taoist Master Qingxu's magic.
Monk Jingchun was still about to have an attack, when the clear voice of Bai Tao came to his ears.
"Master, don't rush to take action. The God of War will not betray the organization."
As he spoke, Bai Tao deleted another second from Jing Chun's mind.
Monk Jingchun fell into confusion again. Two seconds were deleted, and Bai Tao's words finally allowed him to calm down and think.
Jing Chun looked at the blue-faced digital head on the table, or to be more precise, it was half a blue face.
The half blue face also smiled at him, a somewhat flattering smile.
Lan Lian knew that Monk Jingchun was really capable of killing him in that instant.
Jing Chun looked at the blue face on the table for ten seconds before finally sighing and turning to look at Zhao Haiyang on the main table.
"Principal Zhao, I need an explanation."
Zhao Haiyang made a "please" gesture to the table.
"Master Jingchun, please rest assured that I, Zhao, will never do anything to disgrace the mediation court."
"But at this moment, if we still have any hope to prevent the coming destruction of the world..."
"Then, the only glimmer of hope lies in the half of the blue face in front of everyone."
"Please put your hands on the screen, and I will inform you of the current situation and some of my plans through my blue face."
Monk Jingchun remained silent, but finally stretched out his hand and pressed his right hand on the conference table.
A short stream of data flowed into his palm along the dark green torrent, and then quickly poured into his brain.
"So that's it..."
Monk Jingchun finally nodded slowly.
"I understand what you want to do...Also, although this method is still inappropriate, it is indeed the only method with a high success rate at the moment."
"The success rate is 0.03%..."
Suno, whose half of his face was covered by dark circles, also felt the data flow coming from the blue face, and not only sighed,
"This probability is half lower than some mobile games I played when I was a kid. It really depends on your fate now."
Sun Wuji on table No. 9 started playing with his Rubik's Cube again and said:
"It's not necessarily only 0.03 percent. There are several variables that have not been taken into account in this plan."
Hu Die at table No. 10 sneered and responded:
"You mean those two students who were inserted by Principal Zhao? Are they from a small villain organization that's not even third-rate?"
Zhao Haiyang interrupted the mediators' speech at this time. He straightened his collar and said:
"Please do not discuss the enforceability of the prefixed content."
"I believe that my students can do it, whether it is Wang Daduo, who has been an outstanding student for two consecutive years, or Xie Yun, who has just entered school."
"I believe they can do it."
"I also believe that I will snatch from God's mouth her prey."
The conference room fell silent again, not sure if it was because of Zhao Haiyang's pride or because he was thinking about other issues.
In the end, it was Mediator No. 8 Suno who spoke:
"Then why did you and Qingxu use the summoning bell to call us here?"
Zhao Haiyang patted his clothes, dusted off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and stood up straighter.
"I invite everyone here mainly for some things after this."
"After completing this schedule, I'm going to die."
"After that, the sixteen universities in Dayu that bear the Qing Dynasty, this fragile but extremely important talent training system, will still depend on your help and support."
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