Fist of Imagination

A rare weekend.

Yege was sitting on a square stool on the first floor of the shopping mall with a comfortable look on his face. He was dressed in casual clothes and holding his mobile phone to browse the latest news in some online communities where straight men gathered. From time to time, he would make a low-pitched, maniacal laugh and shake his big head like The wind blows the pumpkin.

He usually doesn't have much time to play with his mobile phone, and he is the kind of person who cannot be washed away by targeted push information flow, so he is very sensitive to fake posts. Some old Nikkei memes can also make him slap his thigh with joy.

Yege hasn't enjoyed such carefree leisure time for a long time.

As a senior officer of the Xiangbei City Evil Disaster Bureau, weekend weekends and annual leave are all things written on paper. I have never heard of it. The last time I heard the word "annual leave" was when I graduated from college and was in the Evil Disaster Bureau. When signing the contract, a magical girl with a sweet voice told him with a smile:

"The contract stipulates that our employees of the Evil Disaster Bureau shall have at least 5 days of annual leave every year."

Who would have known that this thing only exists in the contract, and who would have known that the Evil Disaster Bureau does not follow labor laws at all.

Since joining the Evil Disaster Bureau, he hasn't even had a full weekend off, let alone annual leave.

There are as many evil god believers and magical disasters in super-large cities as there are cockroaches in the sewers, and like cockroaches, as long as one is found, a nest will appear.

They, the public officials who maintain the stability of the city, cannot relax for a day. As long as the city danger index released by the Xiangbei Bureau Security Coordination Office at midnight every day is not less than 30, all operators will enter a wartime state and be on call at any time, no matter whether it is a weekend or a day. Some other holiday.

When Yege was still a new operator, he didn't worry too much about his future in the workplace.

Because during the collective training for new officers, he met Director Huang Chuanchao of the Xiangbei Bureau. That person became his initial goal.

He has a high position and a lot of power, but he has less work and more money. When he has something to do, his secretary will do it, and when he has nothing to do, he will walk with his secretary.

Is there any job more comfortable and comfortable than this?

As long as I become a senior member of the Evil Disaster Bureau, I can be as happy as the Yellow Bureau!

Too much work intensity cannot cultivate a healthy and happy personality. Mr. Huang is cheerful every day and does not show any worries.

After he learned that he smoked, he would give himself two Donghua cigarettes every time he met someone to encourage him to work hard and smoke good cigarettes.

Thinking of this past incident, Ye Ge shook his heavy head sadly.

He was too young at that time and didn't know that all the flowers given by Huang Bureau had already been secretly marked with prices.

Huang Bureau later touched how many good cigarettes he had, and he could no longer remember.

Moreover, after he became a senior officer, he had more contact with the senior officials of the Xiangbei Bureau. Only then did he realize that Bureau Huang was so happy because there were people above him.

There is a rumor in the bureau that Huang Bureau has a powerful connection behind it, and Ye Ge firmly believes in this.

At the national evil disaster bureau system work conference at the end of each year, Huang Bureau was either sleeping or playing with his mobile phone. He was photographed several times and remained motionless. How could he be so stable without the connection with Tongtian.

The official position of Director Huang is an anomaly, and the working conditions of deputy directors are the true style of the Evil Disaster Bureau. They are usually busier than their subordinates, do more dangerous work than their subordinates, and have a higher mortality rate than their subordinates...

When Yege was most frightened, he also thought about hiding to protect himself. He could hide from dangerous cases and live longer in an ordinary job. However, he could not suppress his unknown anger after seeing those crime scenes and unknowingly survived. He became like his predecessors and became the fifth-ranked senior operative among the top ten outstanding young people of the Xiangbei Bureau.

Maybe this is fate, I have had bad luck since I was a child.

Ye Ge put down his phone and glanced at his girlfriend who was picking bags in the shop next to her. He felt that his luck was not too bad.

The magical girl with a sweet voice back then agreed to her confession not long ago.

In the past few days, the Security Coordination Office reported an urban danger index of less than 10 for the first time, allowing him and his girlfriend to go on a date on the weekend, and this weekend happened to be the day they met.

Such good luck, I wish I had another cigarette.

Yege touched his trouser pocket, and there were only car keys and receipts in it.

My girlfriend is studying medicine and she always talks about it. He is a heavy smoker, but he only dares to make irresponsible remarks in his mind.

If you don’t want to smoke, don’t smoke.

Yege bit his thumbnail and endured it for a while, when he suddenly saw a person walking in front of him, which made him tremble.

There's no way to hide from this distance... Wait a minute, I didn't bring a cigarette today, what's there to be afraid of!

Yege wanted to understand this, got up from the square stool, and walked over calmly.

"What are you doing, Brother Liang? Are you back from a business trip?"

"Isn't this a big deal? I'm fine. I'm just taking a walk."

Liang De was laughing. He was happy to see everyone during this period. He was much more enthusiastic than before. He bought wine and snacks for Brother Xian at night, deliberately set off fireworks while playing mahjong with Lao Huang, and went to clean up the local evil god who smelled the crotch puller. Cleaned up and did a lot of good things.

"Come on, have a cigarette."

"Brother Liang, I didn't bring a cigarette." He straightened his head and waist, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Who said you should be slapped? Why don't you slap me?"

Liang De took out a Double Happiness stick from the cigarette case and handed it to Datou's chest.

Ye Ge lowered his head and looked a little confused: "Brother Liang, it turns out you didn't smoke Double Happiness."

"Yes, I'm used to smoking my own cigarettes, and I cough when I smoke other cigarettes.

Didn't I get the wrong cigarette when I played mahjong with Lao Huang yesterday? It's pretty good, you try it. "

"No, no, Brother Liang, it's not good to smoke in this public place."

Ye Ge had a heart that wanted to refuse but welcome him, but his girlfriend was right behind him, so he could only stand up.

"Be more flexible, take it first, and smoke it after leaving the mall."

"No, no, Brother Liang, my girlfriend doesn't let me smoke."

"Oh, take it first, and smoke it after breaking up with my girlfriend."

Liang De stuffed the cigarette into Ye Ge's hand without hesitation, saying:

"Men should have their own opinions. How can they listen to their girlfriends in everything?

Come on, eat a Shuangxi and be yourself!"

Ye Ge wanted to return the cigarette, but found that the Shuangxi was stuck to his hand by a ball of light blue colloid, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

"Brother Liang, this... I..."

"Wait a minute."

Liang De raised his left wrist, and the red dot on the dial of the Sony Ericsson radar flashed, and for the first time received a doomsday signal from a blue star.

"Okay, no need to thank me, someone called me, I'm leaving first."

Liang De turned and left, leaving Datou with the cigarette stuck on his hand, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Bighead, I've chosen a bag. Take a look and see if it looks good."

Bighead turned around subconsciously after hearing the voice, and found that his girlfriend looked down at the cigarette in her hand, and her voice was as sweet as honey.

"Bighead, you are quite amazing. I haven't seen you for a while, and you have made a cigarette from your hand. Are you a great magician?"

"It's not me, it's..."

Yege turned back and pointed, but found that Brother Liang who gave him the cigarette had disappeared.

"What is it?"

"I..."

...

Red Leaf Building Loft Apartment.

Liang De stood on the thin blanket in front of the sofa with a suitcase, and input parameters according to the doomsday signal detected by the Sony Ericsson radar.

"Brother Xian, I'm leaving now. I'll contact you live when I get there."

The light circle appeared, the figure disappeared, and the man from the oldest blue star went to the doomsday.

[The third volume "Fist and This Shore and the Journey Across the World" is finished]

1. Thanks to He Yong, Tian Lan 2006, Book Friend 20200726124755212 and Du Gong Today I Was Fishing (I didn't do it for long) for their rewards. 2. The first day of updating before 11 o'clock! An ordinary Tuesday. 3. The fan medal of B station is defined as "Lack of People". I think people will be lame as long as they don't give up something completely. Lala people are people who still have expectations for themselves, want to continue to work hard but have not yet succeeded. 4. The postscript of the third volume is not finished yet, I will continue to work hard. 5. Thank you everyone, see you tomorrowξ··