007/Qiliu
The "Superpower Management Office" left almost no name in its history, but it was indeed the predecessor of the Superpower Bureau.
In the last life, alienation happened too fast. A temporary special operations team eventually became a permanent unit.
The eerie resurgence swept through in just a few months. The world was once in a state of chaos.
Thermal weapons can only destroy some of the weird creatures with entities. There are many more scourges that only exist in the spiritual world and cannot be physically eliminated.
In the end, it was the establishment of the People's Federation that brought the world back to order. Sometimes, disorder is more terrifying than a strange recovery.
The Extraordinary Power Bureau is the highest special force configuration of the People's Federation, specializing in handling strange incidents.
This time, the Superpower Bureau was established much earlier than before.
Yingzhou reached out and held the paper cup filled with sugar water in his hand, and then slowly said: "Please come in."
A person's unconscious little movements will reveal a lot of emotions, and holding something in his hand will hide a lot.
The person who walked in was a very ordinary middle-aged man.
Average appearance, average height, average age... He looks very inconspicuous and nothing unusual.
Yingzhou tried to remember his face, but in his mind, the man's face was blank.
"Hello, Comrade Yingzhou." The man sat down next to Yingzhou's hospital bed. "My code name is 'Wuxian'. Since some weird creatures will kill people based on their real names and blood, I sincerely hope that you will You can protect your real name in the future. Of course, to show your sincerity, you can also call me Lu Ren."
Lu Ren's voice has a calm gentleness that makes people subconsciously think of a close elder.
Yingzhou was in a daze for a moment, and the next second his pupils suddenly shrank and he became particularly alert.
It only took three seconds from immersion to awakening.
Shorter than anyone Lu Ren had encountered before.
Lu Ren smiled helplessly: "This is a side effect of my alienation. I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable. I have no intention of trying to control you."
Yingzhou pursed his lips and tapped the paper cup with his slender fingers.
"I was instructed by the leader to introduce to you our 'Superpower Management Office'." Lu Ren touched his nose, "A few days ago, you experienced a strange resuscitation at school. You should know that this It is a terrifying force that ordinary people cannot contend with."
"The goal of the Superpower Management Office is to eliminate harm and protect the peace of the country. This requires the assistance of every awakened superpower.
"If you join the management office, we will specially develop a capability improvement plan for you to protect your growth. We adhere to the principle of freedom and voluntariness, and there will be no hard KPI indicators. While you receive a high salary, I can still continue my studies.”
Yingzhou's lips moved, but he quickly raised the paper cup and drank water to cover up the sarcasm that was about to appear on his face.
Lu Ren was a little helpless: "The ability of our leader to awaken is called 'predictive dream', and the future he saw in his dream is now being played out in reality. The destiny of mankind is a community. No one can survive alone in the future."
Yingzhou: "Oh."
Obviously not very interested, let alone incited.
Lu Ren rubbed his fingers with some embarrassment.
Before awakening, he was just an ordinary cook, not the head chef, just a helper; his presence was as passerby as his name.
Memorizing the manuscript to this extent is already the limit of his ability.
There was a knock on the door at this moment.
"Let me tell you." Yuan Wenxin walked in.
He was not wearing school uniform today and looked several years older.
Lu Ren stood up and gave up his seat respectfully: "Leader."
Although Ying Zhou thought Yuan Wenxin's eyes were a bit old before, he never doubted his age because of his overly young face.
But now, he couldn't help but ask: "How old are you?"
Yuan Wenxin: "18."
"Then why are you the leader?" Yingzhou asked.
Yuan Wenxin picked up the TV remote control and adjusted the screen to a certain channel that was live broadcasting: "Do you know this person? My father."
Then he tuned into a news station somewhere.
Yuan Wenxin raised his chin slightly: "My mother."
Yingzhou: "..."
Damn it, who stole my second-generation rich life?
Yuan Wenxin raised his eyebrows: "I'm just kidding. Of course, it's because my ability is very important."
Yingzhou examined Yuan Wenxin's expression, and the other party's calmness revealed a decadence of being indifferent to life and death, much like a 35-year-old social worker who was laid off by a large factory.
He thought for a moment and said, "Why did you find me? You and another strange person."
Yuan Wenxin narrowed his eyes slightly and replied: "Because in my precognitive dream, you destroyed the world."
When Ying Zhou mentioned Lu Ren's precognitive dream, he was guessing whether he would play an important role in the future, or how to explain the weird things he encountered.
But when he actually got the answer, he still felt surprised.
After all, destroying the world should be more difficult than becoming the richest man.
Yuan Wenxin waited for a long time.
He saw Yingzhou staring into his eyes, raised his water glass expressionlessly, took a sip, and then replied:
"knew."
Yuan Wenxin frowned: "Don't you have anything else to ask?"
"No."
"Aren't you curious about what will happen in the future?"
Yingzhou thought for a moment and replied: "It's useless to know this kind of thing. It's better not to know, to avoid the butterfly effect and world line closing."
But he quickly added: "But there is one thing I am really curious about. Did you dream about my score in the college entrance examination?"
Yuan Wenxin: "..."
Yingzhou didn't wait for an answer, so he put the oxygen mask back on his face, closed his eyes, and covered himself with a quilt.
But Yuan Wenxin didn't leave. He stood up suddenly, grabbed Yingzhou's collar, and pulled him up from the bed.
The black shadow on the ground turned red in an instant, and thin lines stood up quietly. The situation is tense.
Ying Zhou opened his eyes, and his eyes were a light red. His pupils were originally light, but now they looked like they were wearing pink contact lenses.
These eyes were sober, cold, and questioning; there was no hint of sleepiness in them.
Yuan Wenxin's eyes turned red and he said fiercely: "I'm not the only one who has had precognitive dreams; Yingzhou, I did think about killing you; other people will definitely have the same idea and call themselves 'just'. But those people are all beautiful, vulgar, greedy, and stupid. What qualifications do they have to judge others? It's just that the knife didn't cut themselves, so they don't know the pain!"
His words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Yingzhou instantly felt the strong sadness and anger in Yuan Wenxin. But this wasn't for him, it was more like Yuan Wen was looking at Ying and feeling sorry for himself.
Yuan Wenxin slowly let go of his hand, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." He took a step back and regained his composure, "If you change your mind, you are welcome to contact me. I have the confidence to protect you. A seed is lost in the crevices of rocks and in fertile soil. It's obvious. The latter is easier to germinate, isn't it?"
**
Yingzhou completed the discharge procedures alone the next morning.
Now that my health is well, there is really no reason to continue to stay in the hospital and waste medical resources.
When he walked out of the hospital, the attending physician sent him to the door. The attitude was very polite.
But Yingzhou knew that this was not polite to him. Instead, he was polite to Yuan Wenxin.
He sent a message to Xu Wenling saying that he was discharged from the hospital.
Xu Wenling sent a long list of voice messages.
Yingzhou clicked on a short message to convert it into text, and Xu Wenling said, "When will you get home at noon? Mom will buy pork ribs to make soup for you."
Yingzhou didn't listen to the rest.
He stood on the roadside waiting for the bus.
The sun is shining brightly today, and the dark shadows under my feet are particularly obvious.
Yingzhou put his hands in his trouser pockets and stepped on the shadow with his shoe: "Yuan Wenxin is a very strange person. I think he must be hiding something important from me. I don't like the word asylum. But if he really says it to me He just wants to protect me, why do you have to let me join him?"
Classmates are still peers; the relationship between superiors and subordinates is not easy to handle. Yuan Wenxin obviously didn't put himself in a lower position.
It’s hard to describe this feeling. Just like some people want to find a nanny but don't want to spend money, so instead of looking for a nanny, they say they want to find someone to get married to.
"It's a pity that I was in such a bad state that day that I just wanted to leave quickly and didn't have time to ask another person for his contact information."
He was referring to Xun Yu. But Yingzhou didn't even know Xun Yu's name.
The school is still on lockdown and there are no classes.
Yingzhou went to the bookstore, bought two teaching aids, carried them in a plastic bag, and walked slowly home.
In mid-May, the temperature is already very high.
The alley that must be passed on the way home was once again filled with garbage from the nearby vegetable market. The sanitation workers haven't come to shovel it yet, and I don't know how many days it has been there. There is a putrid smell in the air.
The house that my stepfather lives in now is the unit that his parents previously shared. It is over thirty years old.
The old house is not very well-repaired, and as soon as you enter the building, the lighting deteriorates visibly.
My stepfather's family originally had a large flat in the city center. City A is just an inland provincial capital, not a big city. Now, the market price is only 7 to 8 million. Unfortunately, in the third year after Xu Wenling married him, the apartment was sold for more than one million yuan to pay off gambling debts.
His mother only had a primary school education and carried a tomboy; his stepfather was a college student and had never been married before. When she first got married, did Xu Wenling think she was married for love?
Yingzhou's home was on the fourth floor. As soon as he reached the stairs on the third floor, the closed security door on the left suddenly opened a small crack.
A strange rancid smell wafted out from the crack in the door. Yingzhou saw two white and fat fingers resting on the outside of the door frame, like two sausages.
And Wang Wenshan's voice came from the door: "Hey, hey, the boat is back."
Yingzhou frowned.
"Your mother said you were hospitalized, and I was worried about you. Plus, something like that happened at your school. Fortunately, you're okay. I could smell you from afar. You smell really good, better than before. It all smells good.”
The door crack opened quietly.
It was difficult for Yingzhou to describe what he saw.
A human-pig was clinging to the door.
Wang Wenshan's body swelled as if it had been injected with oil, and his originally rough skin was white and rosy. He was wearing a baggy T-shirt and jeans, but he was so fat that he couldn't zip the zipper up. The nose has become thicker and wider, evolving into the shape of a pig, and a layer of light white mane has grown on the face.
The hair on Yingzhou's arms that were exposed to the air stood up.
Wang Wenshan stared at him with his little eyes that were almost invisible because of the flesh. He stretched out his long and thick pig tongue and licked the metal door greedily. He breathed rapidly: "Xiaozhou... Xiaozhou."
Damn it!
Yingzhou's scalp went numb and he almost instinctively kicked the security door.
The door closed heavily, and there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and Wang Wenshan's screams.
Yingzhou was very nervous and turned around to run away. He took out the key and opened the door. He closed the door with his backhand, as if a dog was chasing him outside.
The aroma of food wafts from the kitchen.
"Xiaozhou is back?" Xu Wenling's voice came, "Hubby, it's time to eat!"
The layout of the home is not square, and you have to turn a corner to see the living room.
Yingzhou put on his slippers and held the teaching materials in his hand, ready to put them in his room.
But as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly stopped.
There is also a human pig in the living room, lying on the sofa full of smoke holes.
Fat, wearing clothes, with several layers of fat on his belly. The navel is also exposed.
Compared to Wang Wenshan, his stepfather also has an extra pair of fangs.
It made a grunting sound and stood up. The pants were stretched to pieces, and the thick pink and white legs were also covered with pig hair.
The narrow kitchen door was pushed open.
Xu Wenling came out holding a soup bowl, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
It was rare that she didn't have any new injuries on her face. The bruises on her forehead had turned yellow, and the wounds on the side of her face were scabbing.
After seeing that his mother was still the same, Yingzhou's heart suddenly dropped with a sigh of relief.
He felt the trembling coming from his fingers, which was the body's latent fear.
The stepfather kept making pig noises: "Hmm, hum, hum."
Zhu walked straight past Ying Zhou, pulled out the dining table and chairs, and sat down in the head of the family's seat.
Yingzhou smelled a strong stench of fat.
It's so ridiculous that an ugly pig is sitting upright, waiting for dinner.
The pig's facial features can still vaguely recognize the shadow of his stepfather.
"Mom." Yingzhou raised his hand and pointed at it, "Can't you... see it?"
Xu Wenling put the tube bone soup on the table with a confused expression: "What?"
Ying Zhou inhaled slightly, his voice slightly cold: "Can't you see? This is a pig!"
The atmosphere in the room solidified, and the home became extremely quiet.
Xu Wenling's cheeks instantly lost color: "How can you say that to Dad? Why don't you apologize to Dad quickly?"
Yingzhou's heart was filled with absurd emotions.
Mental illness? Disease in both eyes? Or a strange recovery?
Go crazy. this world.
Who is crazy?
"Humph! Humph—!"
The human pig slammed the table and overturned the dining table in front of him angrily.
The stainless steel basin fell to the ground and made a clanging sound. The hot soup inside spilled all over the floor, and green onions splashed onto the wall. The drum rolled all the way on the ground, coating the tiles with a layer of lard.
The human pig rushed towards Ying Zhou's position. Xu Wenling instinctively wanted to take a step forward, but she visibly shrank.
Yingzhou stood there without moving.
The shadows on the soles of his feet moved and exploded in the blink of an eye, covering half of the ground. Three red lines as thick as pen cores rose up from the ground and pulled the human pig's ankles.
Ying Zhou discovered for the first time that his stepfather could be so weak.
So weak that only a few red threads were needed to lift him high.
The red thread was wrapped around the pig's neck and slowly lifted.
The human-pig feet left the ground and struggled violently in mid-air.
Its cry is exactly the same as the scream when a pig is killed.
Yingzhou could only hear the pig shouting: "Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey!"
Xu Wenling was stunned by this scene.
She was still wearing an apron, and there were red marks on the back of her hands from being burned by the hot soup. She looked at this scene that was far beyond common sense, and her expression was full of horror.
Yingzhou controlled the shadow and raised the pig in front of him.
There was unconcealable disgust and disgust in his tone: "When I am at home. If you dare to make any noise again, I will kill you, do you understand?"
The human pig kept nodding his head, and physiological tears flowed from the corners of his dark eyes.
Yingzhou let go of the thin thread, not in the mood to eat, and turned towards the bedroom with his teaching aid materials in hand.
The stepfather still looked like a pig, collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. Tears flowed freely.
