mayfly era

"I'll check this person later. You're still not healed." The smoker lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. "I have to do some work this afternoon."

"If that person faked his identity and came for us, now that he's dead, it's hard to find out what he did before. I don't know how far he went." Chen Yue lowered his head, resting his forehead with his hands, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil, let's carry it together if there is something to do," Yan Qiang patted Chen Li on the shoulder, "Find the material pool first, let Lao Jiang check the matter of this employee?"

"Let me check." Chen Li shook his head.

"Can you come here alone?"

"It's my problem, I'll solve it as soon as possible." Chen Li took out the electronic cigarette from his pocket and took a puff. He filled the pipe with analgesic particles to make him more comfortable. "Old Jiang is doing Evaluation system, how is it?"

"The simulator uses the data of a few of us, all of which are reported mission feedback data, which are basically grade C," Smoker curled his lips, "Dangerous elements, you and Bishamon have the lowest moral rating, C tends to D 33%, what did you do to make the algorithm think you are so wicked."

"It's because you do less dirty work." Chen Yue was not polite.

"At the beginning, I said that my uncle and I were going to the dungeon, and you insisted on robbing me for a job," the piper tapped his finger on the table with a "da da" sound, "I run back and forth at six o'clock every day, and I don't have more leisure than you. I have nothing to do. Looking at you, I worry that you are making old mistakes."

"Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Chen Li turned around and went to the bar to pour a glass of wine. The oak barrel rum was packed in the large wine box at the bar, and he just unscrewed the mouthpiece of the barrel and put it into the glass.

Oak barrel rum, a very old wine with a strong taste and smell.

"Give me a drink too."

"You are not used to drinking."

"It's just that I don't like it, but it's not that I can't drink it."

"A glass of six yuan, how to pay."

"Boss Chen, you really lost money."

The two drank a glass of wine in the shop and rested for a while, during which Bishamon contacted on the internal channel to dispose of the corpse, and Chen Yue asked him to throw it directly into the dungeon.

"I feel the moral level of you and Bishamon." Smoker complained.

RC is not an organization with clear hierarchical barriers, and it also faces the dilemma of insufficient manpower all year round.Most people are fixedly in charge of their own jurisdiction and do not interfere with each other on weekdays. If they are single, they will do more. If they have a family, they will try to be more stable, or they will be sent to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to provide for the elderly.

Song Guang and Chen Li regularly monitored the dungeon, while Smoker and Black Soul mostly stayed at the base, one was in charge of running errands and the other was in charge of the infirmary.

Black Soul was originally on the front line, but now he is a military doctor at Yeluzi, and Fan Ge's current lover is a top student in the medical department of the National University. Special G appointed them as a family doctor. Fan Ge not only put him to bed, but also prescribed him another In the consulting room, he was not allowed to participate in rc's affairs, and the scumbag remained unchanged forever.

In addition, Lao Jiang is also full-time. He has a three-person team, mainly doing information work.

Speaking of the lover of the counter-reformation, he is a male beta, tall, handsome and fair, and he speaks like a high-achieving student, with rigorous logic and exquisite diction. Work in the nest.

It is not a problem to talk about this person's love affairs for three to five days.

"Does this rating refer to the number of homicides with the highest weight?" Chen Li said while looking at the information sent by Lao Jiang, "I only had one in the last three months, and you have two."

Smoker shrugged, "I don't know. Speaking of which, why does G want to use this system, to reduce the crime rate? To clean the population?"

"The official reason given is to prevent crime, especially homicide and sexual crimes. Sexual crimes have risen by eight points in the past two years."

"That's not a matter of them touching the decimal point." Smoker joked casually.

"You owe it to be educated by a human rights scientist, and I will give you my share of human rights education next year."

"In the age when it is difficult to live, what kind of human rights do you pay attention to? It is good to have a human appearance."

Chen Li looked at the time. His wound was still in pain. He searched the box and cabinet but found no painkillers, so he could only smoke e-cigarettes.This injury is not enough to affect his work, but the throbbing pain is annoying.

He subconsciously touched his pocket and found a tube of familiar injections, which should have been in his pocket unintentionally. It was something he hadn't needed for many years.

"Do you bring painkillers?" A painkiller they commonly used was included in the restricted drugs two years ago, and two doses were dispensed a month, and they went to the consultation room to get it themselves.Chen Li never went there once, because the owner of the clinic is the incumbent of the counter-revolutionary.

The anti-revolutionist believed in Buddha, and named the consultation room Liuliguang, which was taken from the name of the king of medicine, Liuliguang. This is a residential property, please do not disturb" notice.

The anti-revolutionary incumbent had no idea about this, although he lived here often and looked like a monk to outsiders.

"No, it's over." Smoker shook his head.

"Next time I go to the clinic, bring me two measurements."

"Why don't you go by yourself," Yan Qiang suddenly remembered that the owner of the clinic and Chen Li were rivals in love, and couldn't help but smile, very happy, "Speaking of it, it's been more than two years, and you haven't seen that person, right?"

"I've seen the pictures."

"Looks better than you, and has fairer skin than you," Smoker said with a smile. "Boss likes long hair, and his hair is not short."

Chen Li stood up and poured the wine in the bong cup into the sink next to the bar.

"Oh, are you in a hurry?" Smoker was even more cheerful, "But you are still in good shape."

"Thank you, you are not blind." Chen Li was not modest about this.

"Speaking of which, you should have no 'primitive dependence' on the boss now, do you still like him?"

Chen Li shook his head, "I don't like it, I don't feel anything, it's just that there are some things I can't forget."

"The bad things should be forgotten in time."

"It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, it's all in the past." Chen Li refilled half a glass of wine and pushed it in front of the bong, "Remember to bring me medicine next time you go to the clinic."

"No, unless you're coming with me." Smoker was ungrateful.

***

Glass light.Triple house.

It would be too lonely to live in the triple courtyard alone, but he only likes to be lonely.Theoretically, he should be a very cold and aloof person, with a dull appearance, not handsome compared to men, not soft compared to women, delicate and thin, with very white skin, but different from the paleness of Caucasians, he The complexion is soft and fair.

Different from his bland face, he has a whole back full of colorful tattoos, which are the images of Buddha, and different from orthodox Buddhas. He has twelve faces of Buddha tattooed on his back, with twelve faces, solemn and eerie.

Covered by such a large tattoo, in addition to his milky white skin, there is also a large area of ​​dark spots.This kind of dark spot is either a natural birthmark or a genetic disease. It grows on his body, like a glaring black blemish on a white wall.

The man with the twelve-faced Buddha tattoo slowly put on a nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Another man in the room tidied up the sheets, wiped the water stains on the floor, and turned on the indoor ventilation system. Finally, he stood Looking at the information by the window.

After a while, the man with the Twelve-faced Buddha tattoo came back. He recovered his calm expression, and the flush on his skin also disappeared completely.

"Zhu Qingyuan, you haven't gotten a lot of things in the past six months. You've put the boss of rc to sleep, and you just got this little stuff?" The man raised the electronic data in his hand dissatisfied.

"Why don't you come?" Zhu Qingyuan raised an eyebrow.

"Forget it, I don't have this hobby." The man waved his hand.

"Do you know him?" Zhu Qingyuan flicked the screen and turned to the next page of information.

"I know, 'Life Knife'. In the past, he was always seen as the top three freelance mercenaries in Continent A."

While talking, the man read the page that Zhu Qingyuan turned to. The surname of "Sheng Dao" was registered as "Chen". Like a game character.

The black-haired man in the picture not only has pure black hair, but also has a very dark iris and wheat-colored skin, making his eyes more black and white.

"It is difficult for all the people in rc to find their personal information and photos. There is no information that can prove their identity information. There are some biographical profiles, such as how awesome they were in the high seas... and 90.00% have no information about their parents. , "Zhu Qingyuan paused, "That's probably because they didn't have parents in the first place."

"But his identity information was forged, and his parents' biography was deliberately forged." Zhu Qingyuan pointed to the information and said.

"It's okay to forge, there are too many people who forge their identity information now."

"Do you still remember, the late General Chenming," Zhu Qingyuan said, "her only son died in the actual combat exercise of the army."

The man froze for a moment, and soon he understood what Zhu Qingyuan meant, and he was dumbfounded at this, "You said that Shengdao is Chen Ming's son, you are a bit of a bullshit, they are all dead for so long. "

"Chen Ming died within a month before her son had an accident. Don't you think it's too coincidental? When her son died, he was about the same age as this one. Also, his surname is Chen."

"One's surname is Chen, and the other's surname is Chen. They sound alike, so that's all?" The man was speechless. "And it's not surprising that the family fights are endless."

"My intuition has always been accurate." Zhu Qingyuan said coldly.

The man said angrily, "Then you can work on your intuition from now on."

"Do you have permission to view military status information?"

"What do you say?"

"If you want to know whether the raw knife is Chen Ming's species, you just need to compare it with the military records from many years ago. Even if he can have plastic surgery, the bone data and genetic samples can't be faked. Let me find an opportunity to take his blood sample data. It's not difficult."

"I heard that Chen Ming's son was forced to death by his mother's sister, that is, his aunt. His aunt is now the head of the Chen family and one of the thirteen generals in the military." The man shook his head, somewhat Helpless, "Although the Chen family is not as good as before, it is also the family of the general. If I intervene, do I think my life is long?"

"Haven't you heard that Chen Ming is not an ordinary person? It is said that she uses soldiers like a god because she has a strong predictive ability, which is more accurate and farther than shaman algorithms and Feng Shui. The old man studies enthusiastically every day."

"The era of mayflies is just a historical statement," the man frowned, "so you think the raw knife may have inherited the ability to predict?"

"That depends on whether they are still interested in this special ability."

"I will report your findings, but your inferences are too rough, and no one will take them seriously."

"I will look for more evidence to support my words," Zhu Qingyuan said, showing a gloomy smile, "I will make the whole RC restless."

"Don't be so secondary," the man frowned, "How much do you know about raw knives?"

"I don't know much about him. I haven't met him. He never comes to my place. Others rarely talk about him."

The man was a little speechless, "You... okay, keep watching, do you have any other information?"

"For example?" Zhu Qingyuan crossed her hands in front of her chest.

"For example, what else do they do besides fulfilling the orders of the bureau?"

"I don't know." Zhu Qingyuan shook his head.

"Rebellion didn't tell you anything?"

"If he trusts me, will he let me live here?" Zhu Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "I don't even have permission to enter their base."

The man curled his lips, "The great people are cold and heartless."

"But he's also really charming." Zhu Qingyuan took out a disposable vaping cigarette with reduced nicotine from the cigarette box on the table. It doesn't need to be lit, and it can be smoked by putting it in your mouth.

The man put the tablet in his hand back on the table, stood up and straightened the wrinkles on the jacket, "Try it further, the focus is on anti-leather, other... are also valuable, but far less valuable than the secrets on anti-leather. Another thing is to try to monitor their extra movements, don't take too much risk and send them back in real time, just record them."

"I don't think the Revolutionary has any special feelings for me, I can't touch his secret," Zhu Qingyuan smoked a cigarette, the smoke smelled like orange blossoms, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "He always has a estrangement from me... I still haven’t found out what he is obsessed with.”

"It is impossible for a person to not have a particular emotion about everything."

"Probably those who lived and died with him, his comrades."

The man nodded, "This is also his weakness."

"No, they are his armor."