Shanhai Pet Shop

Zhang Ping is an ordinary researcher in CSS Shanghai headquarters.

In fact, being able to enter the CSS itself is not ordinary. From the time he signed the non-disclosure agreement, it meant that Zhang Ping became one of the members who knew the true face of the world.

There are countless researchers and scientists in this world, and a very small part of them can make great achievements in the industry they are engaged in, but only the cutting-edge existence that can stand out among these scientists for the second time can gain recognition world rights.

These people who need to sign a confidentiality agreement are definitely well-deserved pillars of the country.

In a sense, Zhang Ping himself is the elite among the elite to be able to enter CSS as a researcher.

Not to mention that he entered the Shanghai branch.

If the Beijing branch is the political leader and the real decision-maker, then the Shanghai branch is the pinnacle of technology.

Their original director, Director Zheng, was a master of characters, and what he learned was not human characters, but mantras from the Age of Gods. The role of mantras is definitely not that someone like Zhang Ping, who considers himself a small researcher, can use a sentence or two. summed up.

The official interpretation, the mantra, is a powerful word.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping straightened his bottom hem.

It's a pity that although he didn't know Director Zheng very well, at most he had a word or two with Director Zheng when the other party's subordinates were doing research, but in terms of mantra research, he still admired Director Zheng very much.

However, the branch had a big incident before, and the director was directly taken away for investigation. During this period of time, the Shanghai branch was completely under martial law, and people inside could not get out, and people outside couldn't get in.

Although they often conduct closed research on weekdays, after all, the atmosphere is not as tense as it is now. Zhang Ping feels that those who can stay in the research institute for a long time are more or less a bit of a nerd. Even he can't bear it now. Already, the others should be almost driven crazy by the tense atmosphere.

Fortunately, today is the last day.

Thinking of this, even he was a little excited.

The stalemate is finally about to be broken.

However, there is still a possibility for him.

That's where trouble comes.

Early in the morning, Zhang Ping, who is a research institute, received a notice to gather all of them in the front hall to welcome the temporary person in charge who is about to take office.

Of course, it was said that they were all present, but in fact they were only the more important researchers in the Shanghai branch. In the most important group, more than [-] people have been quarantined for inspection until now, and the rest have to be investigated. Either it was level but he didn't participate in the mantra deciphering operation, or he had other tasks in his hands at the time and couldn't take care of both sides at the same time.

Zhang Ping, who considered himself an ordinary researcher, was the latter.

Even in the Shanghai branch where there are many talents, he can be regarded as a boss with excellent skills. Although he originally stayed under Zheng Ju for a period of time to study the mantra, and soon switched to the study of spiritual weapons. Debugging new weapons in a specific place, and did not participate in the event.

By the time he knew it, many people in the branch had been quarantined.

Some of it was affected by the self-destruct event of the spacecraft, and some were more subtle.

Zhang Ping noticed that a small group of people in the branch "disappeared".

It really disappeared, as if the world evaporated, and from a certain day on, it never appeared in front of people again.

And his colleagues are still working normally, as if those who disappeared did not exist from the beginning.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping pushed off the glasses on his nose again.

It's dying.

Zhang Ping thought silently in his heart.

If possible, he would rather not remember anything.

First of all, he made sure that his surviving colleagues didn't sign any non-disclosure agreement, and he didn't want to mention the colleagues who disappeared out of thin air, but really didn't remember them.

During the conversation, there is no trace of those missing persons. What they have done is replaced by others, and all the traces of their lives have been wiped out. People seem to be "deleted" from this world abruptly.

It is not easy to "delete" a large amount of money, and it can even be said to be very difficult. In terms of Zhang Ping's knowledge reserve, there are not many fourth-generation humans in the country who can do this.

But why did it have no effect on him?

If he could do it all over again, Zhang Ping really hoped that his ability would be temporarily disabled so that he could have the same experience as his colleagues.

It's a pity that a capable person is really born with something, and his ability is not something that can be turned off if he wants to.

Zhang Ping just had an idea, he hoped that he would pretend to be a little bit more, so as not to let the person responsible for the deletion find out that he still remembered everything.

Otherwise, he would most likely be approached by the boss to talk to him.

In such a large base as the Shanghai branch, there are actually quite a few prominent researchers. When Zhang Ping arrived at the designated location, he found that the empty room was almost full.

The only good thing is that the person in charge who really wants to speak has not yet come.

He sat next to an acquaintance. Everyone has had a hard time this month. Just by looking at their faces, the people around them feel indescribably haggard.

In comparison, Zhang Ping's state can be said to be the best.

He said: "Who is the new person in charge, have you found out?"

The acquaintance glanced at him and said, "How could I know?"

That's right, at this juncture, the secrecy work is done very well, no one knows who will come.

Zhang Ping himself asked a question, not expecting much from the answer.

After waiting for the butt to warm up the bench, someone finally came on stage.

Zhang Ping's eyes stared at the boss, and his mouth couldn't help looking.

You don't need to look around to know that his colleague has the same expression as him, only more stupid!The cute kid Long Liu said: "Hi everyone, I am Long Liu, the temporary head of the Shanghai branch."

Nuoyi Zhuoma stood under the table, acting as a bodyguard with a stern face and silent.

Although she is also a little girl, after all she is a bit older than Long Liu, she looks like his sister.

How to put it, although Nuoyi Zhuoma is very famous in the Nanjing branch, not many people know her, and now she and Long Liu stand quite close, like a pair of siblings.

Zhang Ping: =mouth=!

Are you fucking kidding me?

His face is about to crack.

In the vast crowd, Long Liu saw Zhang Ping with a cracked expression at a glance, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Ping, who was hiding in the crowd, shivered, why was he suddenly a little cold?

Qiongqi violently pushed open the door of the pet shop.

Ye Yao heard the sound of "bang", raised his eyelids to take a look, and saw that Qiongqi was still evaluating the other party's restraint this time in his heart, and he didn't even kick him.

You know, Qiongqi generally likes to express his mood through body language after major events happen.

"The grandson of Long Liu, he didn't tell me that he ran to Shanghai!"

Ye Yao turned a page in the book and said, "I remember you came back last time and said that he changed his job?"

Qiongqi said unhappily: "Is it the same as changing his job in another place and going directly to Shanghai to be the branch manager?"

To be honest, Qiongqi is really not surprised at the delicate relationship between Long Liu and Beijing.

Unlike the CSS members of Ghost Crying Wolf, Qiongqi has known Long Liu for too many years, and he knows his character very well. He also knows that as a golden dragon, the other party has the most sincere feelings for this country.

Knowing that when he heard that he ran to Hong Kong many years ago, Qiongqi was still a little shocked. Although the human beings who are still alive do not know about it, Qiongqi knows that the relationship between Long Liu and Guo Lao used to be very good, that is, during that time, Long Liu donated a batch of mantras to the country, as well as corresponding interpretation methods.

Of course, it is only the most basic method of interpretation. Mantra characters are not words in the normal sense. It is a very advanced flowing language. If you dig deeper, you will find that countless constantly changing characters form a flowing energy group.

The wording of words is inherently superficial.

It is no exaggeration to say that the domestic research on ancient gods started from Long Liu.

So the quarrel between him and Mr. Guo must be fake!Thinking about it, Qiongqi gritted his teeth.

Next time you see Long Liu, you must fix him and let him know why flowers are so popular!

Ye Yao looked up at Qiongqi again, and turned the book in his hand.

"What else?"

He instinctively felt that Qiong Qihua hadn't spoken.

About Long Liu, Qiongqi only saw it when he swiped his phone all the way. He wanted to explain to Ye Yao before, but there was something else.

"That group of people seems to have appeared."

Speaking of that group of people, even his always impetuous heart became much calmer.

Ye Yao paused and said, "Is that the group we met in Taiwan?"

"perhaps."

Qiongqidao.

"Su Daji said that some people have seen weird spaceships."

Ye Yao said: "Where did you see it?"

Qiongqi said: "Shanghai."

Kong Xuan is attending the ribbon cutting ceremony at iapm.

He has the most perfect face that is said to be impossible for human beings to have.

Symmetrical beauty that challenges the limit, there is no way to find a little bit of blemish on the whole face, even if it is not a photo, it is 360 degrees without dead ends, and the pores are so small that the makeup artist can't find it.

Except for the red and gold highlights on his head, which are hard to describe, his whole person is perfect without limit.

No, even if the highlights are not good-looking, they are not good-looking on others, and he will wear them. Even if it is the hairstyle of the funeral family, he is unspeakably handsome.

Ok?

Feeling something for some reason, Kong Xuan, who was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed and recuperating, opened his eyes.

He looked towards the not far east.

In the sky, there is a rising purple air that only non-fifth generation humans can see.