Star Trace Gate

Before he came to Kyoto, Ren also had many fantasies about Suzaku City, the headquarters of the Shou Sui people.

Is it a majestic office building, or is it a mysterious place hidden in a busy city that pretends to be profound?

He fantasized a lot, but he never expected that this headquarters... turned out to be an ancient imperial city.

When Yan Duoduo brought him to Suzaku City, Ren was completely different from his father who had been here before. The latter was very calm at the time, but he was completely overwhelmed by the scenery, trees, and huge and glorious buildings here.

He finally understood why Xu Peng said that as long as you come to the headquarters, you will have an indescribable sense of superiority and honor.

The magnificence and magnificence of Chang'an seemed to have passed through thousands of years and appeared vividly before his eyes.

Ren Ye immediately felt a sense of security in his heart. The organization was mysterious and powerful.

He also felt that if he followed the New Year watchers, he would never be able to eat three meals a day... and not be able to eat four dishes.

However, Mr. Yan was very busy and did not have time to show him around. The two of them only entered the Suzaku Academy in the north of the city together, and the former also specially applied for a vacant room.

After entering, Mr. Yan said: "I have wronged His Highness Prince Huai. This is just a room, and it certainly does not have the style of your bedroom."

"...Don't say that, I have always been flexible and flexible. I think the environment here is not bad, let's make do with it." Ren also got to know his boss well, and would occasionally hold a small cup.

"Ah."

Mr. Yan rolled his eyes at him and pointed at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table: "Don't wander around, and don't go out. If you are thirsty or hungry, just call people outside. You only need to do one thing now, and that is Concentrate on writing all the details from the beginning to the end of the second act. Especially your personal performance in each level, including judgment, organization, and description of inner analysis information, etc. , you are officially qualified to become a watcher.”

Ren Ye's mind suddenly became clear: "Then can I... use words to slightly modify and exaggerate my performance?"

"Be truthful, be objective, and don't brag on your own behalf." Yan Duoduo is very truthful: "Because Tang Feng will betray you in minutes, and we also have people who can sense lies."

"……All right."

"Okay, I'm going to get busy."

"Ah."

After the exchange between the two, Yan Duoduo walked to the door and suddenly paused: "Forget it, let me tell you. The person who wants to read your written report in person... is the keeper and supreme leader of our year-watching people. Don't be clever. Moreover, the big bosses from various departments have gone to Wangyue Pavilion, and they are analyzing the inheritance you may get."

Ren was stunned for a moment, feeling nervous immediately: "Oh, I know, I'll try not to brag..."

After the words fell, Yan Duoduo left.

……

Zhuque City, the entrance to the military department.

A sturdy young man, who looked to be about 27 or 27 years old, was currently wearing linen clothes and sitting on the steps like a lazy man, eating watermelon.

His name is Fan Ming, and he just rushed back to the headquarters today. Before that, he had been traveling in a high-level star gate for nearly half a year.

Fan Ming came back specially for two things - to help Ren Ye and to rob Ren Ye.

Next to him, a middle-aged man held a folding fan and said in a slightly excited tone: "I asked Huang Wei from Qingfu District, and I also asked Mr. Yan about it last night. The most critical prop that Ren also obtained in the second act - —Human Emperor Sword. And the word "Human Emperor" is used almost throughout the entire story. Emperor Ling of Jingguo, Emperor Wu of Daqian Dynasty, and now Emperor Jing, including...the deceased King Lao Huai, are all looking for people. Emperor's Seal, looking for luck."

Fan Ming was startled for a moment and said softly: "Then it's obvious that the inheritance of the ninth floor of the princess's tomb should be related to the Human Emperor. Since before the Emperor Zhou, there have been many people in history. Who could this Human Emperor be? Is it a figure in the history of the migration place, or a figure in our Chinese civilization? But judging from these two words, the scholar line in the three hidden professions is definitely not suitable for it. "

"It's hard to guess. We may have to wait for Ren Ye's detailed report before we can make a final judgment." The middle-aged man smiled and said: "However, I think the momentum this boy has caused is only higher than when you were promoted to Huaxia The fifth rare profession is a little weaker..."

"Forget it, don't put a high hat on me." Fan Ming waved his hand: "Although I was in a very difficult situation at the time, I definitely didn't have this momentum. I heard about it in the door, even the soul who had not heard anything for more than ten years. The sect is trying to stop Ren Ye... This movement has never happened before. "

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time: "What do you think?!"

"Ren must follow me. Whoever robs me will fall out with him." Fan Ming threw away the watermelon rind and said domineeringly.

"Then you go to Wangyue Pavilion now and discuss with... our handsome man in red." The middle-aged man beeped quietly, not daring to discuss it loudly.

Fan Ming waved his hand: "A lot of people have already gone. If I follow the trend, it will look very incompetent. You ask someone to call Duoduo, and I will talk to him first."

"Good idea." The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up.

……

After Ren Ye entered the headquarters, he began to write a short composition for the "leader" and never left that room.

In the blink of an eye, a day passes.

Kyoto, around three o'clock in the afternoon, in a coffee shop.

Ren Daguo turned around and scanned around, carrying his small schoolbag, he came to the second floor window.

Under the sun, Editor Xu, who had just arrived from Shanghai today, was wearing a light green suit, sunglasses on his face, and a floral plaid square scarf tied around his neck...

His whole temperament is like that of a middle-aged and elderly greasy turtle who has just gone bankrupt but still has to pretend to be strong in front of outsiders.

"Hello."

After Ren Daguo greeted the other party familiarly, he took off his backpack and sat opposite Editor Xu: "Waiter, please have a latte."

Editor Xu looked out the window with a slightly melancholy look: "The atmosphere is so tense. Those little kids didn't follow you for personal protection?"

"I said, I want to meet a friend. They are far away." Ren Daguo returned.

"hehe!"

Editor Xu smiled and turned to look at the writer Lao Deng in front of him: "I think they have discovered it. You don't need protection, right?!"

"What do you mean?" Ren Daguo was stunned.

The two looked at each other, and the outdoor sunlight shone on Editor Xu's cheek. He looked very serious and sad.

"What's wrong?" Ren Daguo asked.

Editor Xu raised his arm, pointed at Ren Daguo's face and said, "We have known each other for more than ten years, and you actually took advantage of me!"

Ren Daguo blinked, reached out to take the coffee handed by the waiter, and replied with a very puzzled expression: "How do you say this?"

Editor Xu frowned when he heard this, and his eyes became deeper: "You answer like this, which makes me even more sad. If you just admitted it, then I would think that you were writing the Qingliang Mansion mission and story for me. The purpose of the manipulation in the checkpoint was to help his son get out of prison. But now that you have hidden it so deeply... it shows that your motive is not that simple."