When Song Lan and others returned to the ruins of the Eden Hotel, everyone was enveloped in intense sadness.
Roger clenched his hands into fists, and there was no trace of joy on his face for defeating the giant mechanical creation and winning the 37th Cricket Fighting Competition. What was left was only regret and sadness.
Beside him was Valian, who was kneeling on the ground, staring at the ruins of the hotel in a daze.
Not long after, Zhuang Chi's figure appeared in the crowd.
She slowly walked towards the two of them, holding a photo frame in her hand. Inside the photo frame was a black-and-white photo. In the photo, a young man was wearing an eye patch, leaning on a chair in the office, with a smile oozing from the corner of his grinning mouth.
today,
Mr. Song Lan, the chief of the publicity section of the law enforcement department who was respected by the people of the 17th District, is buried here.
"Stop!"
Song Lan, who happened to attend her own funeral, had to interrupt the sad atmosphere at the scene and stopped Comrade Zhuang Chi before she could pass the bad news back to District 17.
His sudden appearance suddenly turned the sadness on everyone's faces into surprise. Zhuang Chi was so frightened that he jumped three feet high, and the portrait in his hand almost fell out of his hands and was thrown out.
Roger's expression also changed, and he stood between Song Lan and the mourning team.
"Section, Section, Section Chief, if you still have any unfulfilled wishes, just tell us!"
Valian finally straightened his tongue and said to Song Lan.
"I'm alive and well, who told you I'm dead?"
"Lobby manager."
After confirming the fact that Song Lan was still alive, Zhuang Chi hid the black and white portrait behind him with a guilty conscience, "When we came to help, we found the lobby manager of the Eden Hotel. He followed the search and rescue team to launch a rescue operation when the hotel collapsed. He They said they didn't find you, so we thought you, you..."
"Um?"
"I thought you were kidnapped in your sleep. Valian also said that if it were placed in her hometown, it would be considered a happy funeral."
"Hey, why did you involve me in this? I have always felt that the section chief was very vigilant and his anti-investigation capabilities were much stronger than the rest of us. You see, the section chief smelled danger before the hotel collapsed. Leave early!"
With Song Lan's return, the sad atmosphere was diluted a lot.
Only one person was truly sad, even more so than the staff at the Eden Hotel.
Guan Lili sat alone on the rubble, staring at the ruins in front of her.
Her bleak and thin back made her seem incompatible with the atmosphere of survivors around her. Unlike Zhuang Chi and others, she knew that her sadness did not come from a misunderstanding. It was not just the Eden Hotel that collapsed in the disaster. When the giant machinery In the short time since the Creation appeared, more than 70% of the blocks in District 4 were devastated.
This means that all the benefits provided to senior employees of Kolo Films have been wiped out along with these buildings.
Guan Lili also met the hotel lobby manager.
The lobby manager told her that with Ward Four being so damaged, the council would definitely re-evaluate safety issues in the city and maybe they would never rebuild the Eden Hotel again.
This is undoubtedly a huge blow to a professional who is about to resign.
After settling down, Zhuang Chi also became concerned about more practical issues. While people were busy setting up a temporary resting place, she sneakily came to Song Lan and asked in a low voice, "Section Chief, I want to ask you a question."
"Ask, don't be coy."
“When the Eden Hotel collapsed, our suitcases were still in the room and we didn’t have time to rescue them. Inside were the laptops I had just bought for 14,999 watts, and, by the way, there were also cosmetics and the like. It should be considered a natural or man-made disaster. Our law enforcement department is so humane, so it should be reimbursed to us, right?"
"You are right, Director Lu is indeed the most humane leader I have ever seen."
Song Lan heard the footsteps coming from far away, but he promised that he did not emphasize this specifically when he found out that Lu Xiang was coming. As a department-level cadre, he always told the truth and acted in a fair and objective manner. Do practical things, "Manager Lu is responsible, has leadership skills, is young, beautiful, and has a heart of gold..."
"Submit a written list when you get back."
Lu Xiang interrupted Song Lan's slightly exaggerated speech and said something to Zhuang Chi.
The words and deeds of this stupid bird were always very inflammatory, and members of the search and rescue team passing nearby began to ask each other who was Director Lu.
Zhuang Chi was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily and ran to announce the good news to others.
It seems that even the wise and capable Director Lu cannot withstand the power of sugar-coated bullets.
She had to admire her section chief in her heart.
The section chief...
He is indeed a "professional fraudster" recognized by the Bureau!
Even Director Lu was beguiled by his sweet words.
"Lao Lu, I suddenly remembered something. I also have a 14,999-watt laptop in my suitcase."
"No, you didn't."
Lu Xiang said immediately, "And you don't want to use the department's funds to upgrade your graphics card to 20090TI."
She heard Song Lan talk about this several times at home.
With Song Lan's current salary, she can definitely afford the cost of buying new equipment, but even though she earns a lot, this stupid bird is actually a real stingy when it comes to spending money on herself. He, he always said that housing prices in the 17th district were skyrocketing, and wages were not rising as fast as housing prices. We must be prepared for danger in times of peace and start saving money from now on.
But now, Lu Xiang seems to understand that Song Lan may have been thinking about department activity funds. This guy is a good hand at misappropriating public resources.
Embezzling the energy of the entire upper world, no wonder he always said that activating his ability is as simple as raising his hand to drink water. However, there were too many people just now, and there were military technology representatives with unclear positions present, so some topics were difficult to continue.
"I found a quiet place over there, come here."
"I think the search and rescue team might need my help."
Song Lan glanced at the secluded corner pointed by Lu Xiang from afar, knowing that this conversation would never be easy.
He just said so much in front of "Blue Eyes", it can be predicted that when this matter is over, Lu Xiang will definitely find an opportunity to have a deep talk with him.
He adheres to the principle of procrastinating one day at a time, using righteousness as a shield, "The people in District 4 still need my help!"
This sound was so upright and awe-inspiring that passers-by cast admiring glances at Song Lan.
"Although I can't use department funds to help you upgrade your graphics card, considering your outstanding performance in the fourth district this time, it's not impossible to mention your year-end bonus."
"I think Mr. Shaw Grant is the mastermind and he alone in the search and rescue team is enough."
Lu Xiang smiled slightly.
To deal with this stupid bird, inducements are always indispensable.
The two of them stayed away from the crowd, followed a cracked tunnel all the way down, and arrived at a secluded corner. Lu Xiang couldn't wait to bring up the topic that she had been unable to bring up just now, "If I understand correctly, now the spirit... Is it you who caused the decline of energy?"
This question has been lingering in her heart, and even Lu Xiang herself doesn't know why she is so concerned about this matter.
Although she did once dream of becoming a psychic, she had given up on this dream as early as Daystar when she was in school. What's more, if you put aside this stupid bird that has been misappropriating the energy of the upper world, the Devourer she currently controls and "Sea of Souls" are enough to deal with most troubles.
Not only that, when she heard the theory of the gate to the upper world, she actually felt a sense of familiarity that came from nowhere.
Like, heard this theory somewhere before.
She calmed down and continued, "As long as the door to the upper world is opened for someone, even if he has never been exposed to psychic powers, he can become a 'champion' in a short time."
The concept of "cricket" compares to those beings in the upper world. In fact, the champion of the cricket fighting competition is already considered a first-class psychic among humans.
"This also means that the door to the upper world is usually closed, resulting in the current psychic beings no longer able to draw energy from the upper world."
As a result, the decline of spiritual energy is inevitable.
"No, they can't draw energy directly from the upper world. Opening the door is the way to open the back door."
"But you don't deny that the weakening of psychic powers is related to you."
Lu Xiang keenly captured the key points.
Because she knew Song Lan too well, whenever he wanted to get away with something, she would reveal some subtle flaws in his expression.
"Faith does empower psychics."
Of course, "faith" is a term created by humans. For the residents of the upper world, it is a screening path that they have spent a lot of time creating, allowing them to easily manipulate alliances through whispers and blessings. government and the world as a whole.
If just from the perspective of power, they do share part of the energy, and psychics are the product of it.
"Psychics are what they were called after the United Government was established, and their interference has been much longer than the existence of psychics. All the supernatural powers you can think of that have existed in the past will eventually be connected to some kind of belief. , so once the source of spiritual energy supply disappears, decline is inevitable, at least until new ways of connection are established.”
As for the method of opening the door he mentioned, it is temporary after all, and it cannot be extended to everyone.
What's more, Song Lan has never wanted to play the role of a psychic mentor in any form.
"You said before that you couldn't remember what happened in the 36th Cricket Fighting Competition."
Song Lan was noncommittal.
The emergence of "Blue Eyes" and military technology did not remind him of what happened in the 36th Cricket Fighting Competition, which seemed to mean that that competition was not directly related to the Mechanicum and the Fourth District.
As a cricket-fighting contest enthusiast, he also became curious about the blanks of the 36th cricket-fighting contest.
That was the only game in which he failed to win the championship.
The reason for the last defeat was that he had not fully mastered the technique of controlling power.
"Then, let's find the answer to this question together."
…
Whether by coincidence or not, Catherine's phone call brought the conversation to a close.
The Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau also launched rescue work. In addition to rescuing people, they also needed to rescue some buried information as much as possible.
Lu Xiang agreed to the invitation from the teacher and made a request to eat potatoes at night before leaving.
Song Lan watched Lu Xiang go away and stayed alone in the tunnel.
Turn off the flashlight that comes with your phone, and the surrounding environment is once again shrouded in darkness.
This turmoil lasted for a long time, the sky was getting dark, and the intensive search and rescue work was still going on, so he didn't have to worry about anyone passing by and bumping into the conversation that was about to take place.
A vague figure appeared in the depths of the darkness. In such a dark environment, if you don't look carefully, you will never notice the changes in the tunnel.
The visitor seemed to have caught up with the last conversation between Song Lan and Lu Xiang, so he directly stated his intention, "Don't ask me, at that time I was helping you find a new competition venue in the lower realm. How dare you...your uncle, let me go?" I dove!"
After talking about it, "Nihility" still couldn't hold it back and cursed out.
This angry curse had been waiting for too long, and he even felt that he could no longer complain about the other party's bad behavior.
"mine."
Facing this familiar voice, Song Lan said, "I'll treat you to a drink next time."
"I suspect you want to use 'Pigeon Double Strike' on me."
Song Lan never disappoints when it comes to creativity with strange tricks.
"How could it be? I rarely let others go."
"But as soon as you put it in, put it in a big one."
"Nothingness" felt that it was necessary to remind the other party of what he had done, "If you have a friend who wants to hold a new competition with you and asks you to go explore the competition site first, but as soon as you leave, he will give up your house. If it’s burned, what will you do?”
"He is thinking about you. I believe you have a detective's eyes that are not fooled by appearances."
"But he burned my house down."
The conversation hit a dead end.
Even Song Lan couldn't think of how to beautify the act of burning down other people's houses.
Now he was approached by his victim, who asked him why he wanted to destroy the home.
The omnipotent search engine failed to provide him with any useful advice. After enthusiastic netizens discussed this topic, the standard answer was to recommend surrender.
"Forget it, for the sake of your old age...no, youthful dementia, I won't pursue you now. The person who can give you a slap on the back of the head and cause you to have memory confusion should be a truly ruthless character."
"Nothingness" heard the last conversation between Song Lan and Lu Xiang, but he couldn't think of anyone who could accomplish such a feat.
He asked again, "Besides you and me, who are the ones left now?"
"It should be gone."
"Gone?"
"Um."
"impossible!"
"Nothingness" said in a decisive tone, "There must be."
"You weren't there at the time."
"Although I'm not there, I know you."
There was a little bit of "nihility" that felt that the other party was right. He did have eyes like a detective. Even if things went in the worst direction at that time, he was still very sure of his judgment, "I can't go down without you." hand man.”
Thanks to Luoer for the cutest reward of 1,000 starting coins!
Small theater its two hundred and forty-seven:
A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Friday, early morning
A new love seminar has begun, and this time Hannah is still hosting the meeting.
Lu Xiang, who attended as promised, was a little absent-minded.
A lot of things happened in the past week. The Death Crab Envoys successfully completed their visit and established good and positive diplomatic relations with the coalition government. Night Heron adopted several small animals from Feng Ling's farm. Recently, he has been focusing on The ground fell on it.
This seems to be a good solution, but there are some problems with some details.
For example, the Young Death Crab Detective Team brought back to the clan the fact that she was a cold-blooded, cruel tyrant.
Now, like Song Lan, she is deeply troubled by Xiao Heizi.
"Lao Lu, what's wrong with you? Why are you a little out of shape today?"
Hannah asked.
Lu Xiang is a senior member of the love seminar and a strong expert in integrating theory and practice. Everyone is eager to hear the experience she shares.
"Hannah, do I look mean?"
"Not fierce, not fierce."
"Tell the truth."
"Well, a little bit."
The atmosphere of the seminar fell into dullness again. After being silent for a long time, Lu Xiang said, "Hannah, I heard that cute style is popular recently. How can I become cute?"
