mayfly era

"Aren't you going to detain him?" The smoking gun had just touched a cigarette before it was taken away by Chen Yue, and he snatched it back and stuffed it into the cigarette case.

"Smoking is not allowed here." Chen Yue said.

"When is he coming out?" asked Smoker, frowning.

"Soon." Chen Yue glanced at the main control unit, and there was a countdown on it.

37 seconds left.

"He didn't go in to get the data, what did you do to him?" Smoker asked.

"Something wholesome."

"I believe your grandma has a leg." Smoker glared at him fiercely.

"Don't be so rude," Chen Yue replied with an innocent face, "Xiao Ye is my younger brother, I won't harm him."

"Your mother forced him to jump into the sea." Smoker said angrily.

"That's just a tactic, only then can we fabricate his death and make him who he is, or you wouldn't have met him."

"...What if he really died?"

"He won't."

Smoker was unhappy, "Master Chen, death is just a moment."

Chen Yue reached out and patted Smoker's shoulder, but didn't speak.

The countdown countdown jumped to "zero" lightly, and there was a sound of "beep--", and the huge white door opened slowly in response, leaving only a gap for people to pass through as before.

The smoking gun was about to enter, but Chen Yue grabbed him from behind, "Don't go in, wait for him to come out."

"Why?" Smoker suppressed his anger.

"There is no reason, why can't you wait?" Chen Yue's tone was not good.

After a few more minutes, until the scalp of the smoking gun was about to explode, Chen Li got out from the crack of the door, feeling cold all over.

Seeing that his expression was normal, Yan Qiang let go of his hanging heart and stretched out his hand to meet him.

"At the beginning of the month, pill data." Chen Li said.

"No problem," Chen Yue stared at him for a while, "Do you have any other questions?"

"Where is... her head?" Chen Li's voice sounded a bit tired.

Chen Yue seemed to be waiting for his question, "Sorry, I haven't found it yet."

"En." Chen Li responded noncommittally.

"We will do our best to restore the integrity of my aunt's body."

Chen Li nodded, "Thank you."

Chen Yue didn't say any more, he extracted the data from the main brain of the experimental base and handed it to Chen Li, and then sent the two of them back to the ground.

They found another small hotel to stay in. In the past few days, they visited all kinds of small hotels in the central city, all of which were narrow and dark, with poor sound insulation and bad smell.

Smoker didn't ask Chen Li what was inside the white gate, he knew it must be something bad.

He could feel Chen Yue's exhaustion and excitement—this kind of excitement was not a positive emotion, but a high level of mental pressure caused by the impact of new things, and it was a forced excitement.

The two of them just squeezed back to back on a small bed, each with their own thoughts in silence.

After a long time, until the early hours of the morning, Chen Li turned to face him, hesitating to speak.

Smoker instantly woke up from his drowsy state.

"Old smoke."

"I'm here, what's the matter?" Smoker responded softly.

Chen Yue pursed his lips, "It's okay...I saw her today, the corpse."

"En." Smoker responded softly again, he knew who the "she" Chen Yue was talking about, and just waited for him to continue.

"Old Yan, what should I do, I'm so fucking awesome," Chen Li's voice was very soft and helpless, "But I don't even know."

"It's still the same as before?" The voice of the smoking gun was low and gentle, and he raised his hand to rub the soft skin under Chen Yue's eyes, "If you want to be a human being, I will only love one person."

"If you want to be a monster, I love a monster...I support all your decisions."

"Why should I be a monster?" Chen Li muttered, shrinking his body into the arms of the pipe.

"Then you will be a hero," the smoker leaned forward and kissed Chen Li on the forehead, "We will all be heroes."

Chen Yue rubbed the hair of the pipe, moved his hand down, and hooked the small metal stick in the neck of the pipe, "Old Yan, if there is such a day, will you be able to do it?"

This question kept Smoker silent for a long time, and the emotions in those beautiful amber eyes were ups and downs countless times.

Finally he spit out the answer slowly, "Yes."

"Okay." Chen Li was relieved.

"But you have to tell me yourself."

"Okay." Chen Li nodded.

"Then I'll go with you."

Chen Li smiled wearily, "Thank you."

"……You're welcome."

"I will try my best to make that day never come." Chen Li said calmly.

***

The snow on the streets turned to ice, and the temperature at two o'clock in the afternoon could not melt it by half.

A black car was parked on the red electromagnetic runway in front of the main gate of the second game.

A car like this shouldn't be here - it looks like it's been pulled from a garage by anxious owners and hit the road.

The damaged part of the car shell was newly filled with liquid metal and the paint had not yet been sprayed on. The windows were also newly replaced, and the film on the video screen was not torn off.

Except for this out-of-fitting black car, the front gate of the second game was crowded with people, all of whom were media people waiting for a first-hand report.

They held up all kinds of recording instruments, all with fanatical and excited expressions on their faces, and everyone was agitated, overtly or secretly.

This is the first time Marshal Cong Shanqin was publicly detained by the Second Bureau. Today is his release day, and the interrogation lasted only 48 hours.

After getting the news, the media rushed to the gate of the second inning immediately. They had already thought about what kind of appalling and ambiguous headline they should make for their media pages—and then received a sponsorship from Marshal Cong. .

The window of the black car dropped slowly, and the driver was a counter-revolutionary.

He leaned against the car window and smoked leisurely. From his perspective, he could see two people standing by the gate of the second round. One was a very tall man and the other was a heroic woman.

He recognized them as Ye Shishi and Hu Po.

Fan Ge continued to smoke his cigarette slowly, his gray eyes were covered by the smoke, making him look more and more mysterious.

He is waiting, waiting for the farce to start, and he is familiar with his lines in his heart in advance.

The gate of the second round is a typical heavy defense gate, with a half-meter-thick metal gate inside and an electromagnetic gate with gripping force all over the outside.

No one will try to provoke such a door.

The overall building complex of the second game is also very serious and heavy-duty. The iron-black torso has only straight lines, and countless sharp thorns pointing to the sky stand on the top platform. Imprison any criminals, and those convicted will serve their sentences in border prisons or dungeons.

They have a term called "long-term interrogation". As for the time limit, it can be very long anyway.

At this time, the inner metal door began to lift, which was the signal of release.

A slightly hunched figure appeared behind the translucent electromagnetic door leaning on crutches.

Although Cong Shanqin is 71 years old, he never used crutches before.

The men and women in front of the door were ready to meet their immediate superiors. The two lined up on the left and the right, looking forward to it, and all the group media professionals and independent media professionals present also began to move.

The electromagnetic door disappeared, and Cong Shanqin was exposed to everyone.

I just heard the voices of people blasting like mountains and tsunami, and the sound of the shutter snapping the portrait "cracked" wrapped this sharp and hale old man.

Ye Shishi probably wanted to protect Cong Shanqin through the crowd and leave quickly, but Cong Shanqin waved his hand.

"Everyone," Cong Shanqin raised his crutch and shook it, "Did you see that? The legal system in this country is extremely fair. Anyone who is suspected will be subject to investigation. Even though I am 71 years old this year, I am still a member of the law. .”

"So... don't say anything about Cong Shanqin covering the sky with one hand," Cong Shanqin smiled, the original sternness in his eyes disappeared, and he skillfully disguised himself as a kind and helpless old man, "I, Cong Shanqin, are also people."

"I, Cong Shanqin, are also the people."

This sentence has more impact than any well-crafted headlines, and the media people come in with enthusiasm and return with satisfaction.

They only need to publicize this sentence, which not only attracts traffic, but also has no risk - even though they are already the most daring group of people in this city, they still feel nervous when they belittle Cong Shanqin.

Cong Shanqin's actions today satisfied everyone's wishes.

He didn't bring the robot army to give others a chance to bring up old stories. His humility, sincerity, and rare and refined language completely broke his image of being superior to all sentient beings, and his affinity surged—a perfect public relations method. .

On the way Ye Shishi escorted Cong Shanqin into the car, he found that Amber who had been by his side suddenly disappeared.

His expression was a little flustered, he glanced at Fan Ge, Fan Ge raised his chin, he quietly closed the car door beside Cong Shanqin, and turned around to look for Amber across the vast crowd.

Amber is a machine, a machine will not be punished, but Ye Shishi is a human being.

He knew that Huber's system had a powerful and free reconnaissance function. If she disappeared suddenly, it was likely that she had discovered some danger.

However, the scene in front of him made Ye Shishi stunned in place.

He found Amber.Amber was standing in the middle of the road at this time, still like a sculpture, only the hands hanging by her side had a slight "current convulsion" - beating irregularly.

In front of Amber is a dancing white robot.

The dancing robot spun like no one else in the street, its head raised proudly, its arms gracefully swinging, its legs leaping up to perform a perfect little hop.

There is no music, but it is extremely devoted, even without human facial features and expressions, you can still feel its intoxication and freedom.

Ye Shishi stared blankly at the scene in front of him. After a while, he came back to his senses and tapped on his ear, "Amber, Amber!"

Seeing that Hu Po suddenly raised her head, she quickly turned around, facing Ye Shisi, a female voice sounded calmly, "I am here."

"Marshal is already in the car, what are you doing?" Ye Shishi glanced at the dancing robot on the street again, it was still dancing, it seemed to be just an art commodity.

Amber figured out his question based on Ye Shishi's body movements and expression, and skipped a step of answering, "It's dangerous has been confirmed."

Ye Shishi nodded, "How?"

"No danger."