Super Species Player

The scope and severity of the incident exceeded original expectations.

His sister and Ye Xiaojing were also in the center of the whirlpool. Jiang Qian made a prompt decision and turned to the chance tip bag given to him by Dean Zhuhe. The "human calculation" had reached its peak, so he placed his hope in the "heaven's calculation".

However, at the moment when the tip bag was almost rudely dismantled, there was a knock on Jiang Qian's door.

Jiang Qian suddenly raised his head, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

A request for instructions from the mutation healing project assistant came from outside the door of the room: "Consultant Qianlong, the meeting is about to start. Seeing that you haven't signed in in the meeting room yet, are you running into trouble with the operating procedures?"

"I have some urgent matters to deal with. I'm sorry to be late for the meeting."

"Oh, ok, I will take note of the meeting minutes and synchronize them with you!"

The assistant said respectfully and left.

Jiang Qian quickly opened his bag of tips.

Wrapped in the bag was a miniature scroll. He unfolded the scroll quickly and saw four words——

"Turn a blind eye."

These simple and clear words were like an enlightenment, making Jiang Qian's hanging heart gradually fall to the ground.

Not to mention how effective Dean Zhuhe's concept of chance is, the moment he saw these four words, he had already received a revelation: caring will lead to chaos, and slowing down will make things smooth.

Jiang Qian held the tips bag and sat down again at the table.

The cause of the matter was just a small role in the three-state fusion of Black Windbreaker, and his initial concern only involved his sister Yu Xuan.

But when the matter involved the Ashes Organization and the malicious layout of even the Yu Clan's flying envoys, Bai Yishu, he admitted that he panicked a little.

This is a negative emotion that Jiang Qian himself rarely experiences: a sense of loss of control.

He did not accept the fact that his sister might be threatened, but when the opportunity brought it about, he was powerless to stop it.

Jiang subconsciously realized that if this "sense of loss of control" continues to be amplified without stopping, then he will lose the patience he deserves for the rules of law. There is no doubt that he will choose to vent himself in an extreme but effective way. dissatisfaction.

The act of demolishing the kit just now was also a subtle venting of anger towards this feeling of being out of control.

"Don't let anything happen..."

Jiang Qian clutched the brocade bag and scroll, clasped his hands together in front of his forehead, closed his eyes, and forced himself to suppress the revengeful psychology that was igniting in his chest.

Otherwise, once...who will bear his anger?

Ashes and dregs? Incompetent officials?

Or the weak human masses?

Inexplicable emotions surged in his chest. The more he tried to calm things down, the more that force came to provoke and annoy him.

"It'll be okay..."

Jiang Qian gave his own psychological hints. He tried to use the methods of a psychologist to analyze the reasons for his negative emotions, and then solved the problem from the source:

I don't care about Yu Xuan, she is not related to me but she has always competed with me for favor at home. I just rely on her ability and assets to support the Jiang family... When I have an accident in the future; I don't care about Ye Xiaojing, we only know two people. months, and I wouldn’t be in love at this time if it weren’t for the urgent need to address my animal nature.

I don't really care about them, so any problems they have can't make me lose control.

I can deal with any outcome.

Jiang Qian used this to try to "evaporate" the negative thoughts stuck in his chest.

But to no avail.

The poison sacs that were born in various parts of the body were extremely excited and sent strong signals to his brain.

He was unable to release any psychological pressure on his own, which would only be counterproductive and make his anxiety worse.

Jiang Qian frowned, and the brochure bag and scroll were almost crushed in his hands.

Until Ye Xiaojing's call woke him up from his nightmare:

"Jiang Qian...Jiang Qian, are you listening?"

Jiang Qian suddenly opened his eyes!

"Xiao Jing...how is it?"

"It's over. The 17 'detonators' located at different locations in the venue are all under our control and did not cause any commotion!"

Ye Xiaojing seemed to be moving at high speed, with a slight gasp in his voice:

"I'm tracking your sister's location. She left for Yunsheng Tower earlier than I expected. Don't worry, I'll find her soon."

"..."

Only then did Jiang Qian realize that the crisis incident had been handled quietly.

"Jiang Qian, why don't you speak?" Ye Xiaojing was slightly confused.

"Nothing, I was thinking..."

Jiang Qianqian felt the tightness in his throat, which gave his voice a slightly magnetic hoarseness when he spoke.

At the same time, he had realized the source of his overreaction:

Just now, the communication equipment with Ye Xiaojing was disconnected to prevent the music from being deceived when the on-site "detonator" was activated.

Like everyone present, he has listened to the performance tracks and background sounds. When the "detonator" is triggered but has not yet been controlled by official colleagues, he will also be bewitched or influenced by the caster like everyone present. .

But when his hearing was overused and he was extremely tired, he ignored the "sound pickup" function of the Beidou Button Camera. In addition to visual images, this prop also continuously conveyed sound to his perception.

But for the convenience of communication, he adjusted Beidou's "voice" to be inaudible, ensuring that the conversation with Ye Xiaojing would not be disturbed.

It was a slight mistake, but it almost made the difference.

"Ahem, I was wondering, how do ordinary people deal with the victims?"

Jiang Qian cleared his throat and returned to his normal tone.

"It is true that some 'detonators' still released negative signals to the venue before being controlled, but the impact is not great. Most ordinary people who were infected showed dullness or emotional collapse, and the medical experts of the Feather Tribe are already dealing with them." At this point, Ye Xiaojing changed the subject: "Let's talk about this first, some small fish have caught up." She sighed lightly, as if she was not interested in this low-level challenge.

...

Yunsheng Building.

Yu Xuan, dressed in a gorgeous evening gown and walking lazily, and Sister Lin, dressed as a white-collar beauty with short hair and red lips, strolled all the way from the private VIP channel to the top floor Western restaurant that was reserved for guests.

Soft Western music was soft to the ears, and the messengers in uniform bowed slightly and stood on both sides politely. When Yu Xuan and Sister Lin passed by, they followed silently and did not disturb the conversation of the guests.

They were regulars and were familiar with this place.

At this time, in a mysterious area that was clearly separated from other tables and had its own style, a tall and strong gentleman stood up and smiled at Yu Xuan and the others.

He was about 40 years old, wearing a brown lapel suit with exquisite cufflinks; his hair was slightly gray, but his hairstyle and beard were meticulously groomed, with a mature male charm.

Sister Lin stopped at this moment, and Yu Xuan greeted this gentleman, the eldest son of the Mu Group, Mu Quan.

"Finally I meet you in person! Yu Xuan, it's not easy to ask you out."

He wiped his palm with a wet towel before extending his hand to Yu Xuan who was walking towards him.

Yu Xuan smiled and gently shook the other person's hand: "Mr. Mu is a busy man. How come you have time to meet me today?"

Mu Quan lowered his head and smiled. The wealthy celebrity businessman actually showed a hint of shyness:

"Everyone has a love of beauty. I have admired you for so many years. It is normal to want to meet you and get close to you."

He said, and casually placed the plate in the middle of his body before picking up the knife and fork.

The appetizers were ready, and the waiter poured wine for the two.

Yu Xuan maintained a distant smile, staring at Mu Quan's face and eyes, and then the smile spread from her face, as bright and beautiful as a lotus out of water:

"It is a terrible thing to be loved by a paranoid."

Although she said so, there was never even a trace of fear in her expression.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Mu Quan laughed, and a illusory ghost fire lit up in his eyes.

He put down his knife and fork, and wiped his wrists and palms with a wet towel again, carefully touching every finger:

"I can't hide it from you!"

Yu Xuan leaned back proudly, showing the comfortable laziness when he came in with Sister Lin. It seems that with just a glance, the truth of the soul behind the mask can be seen.

"I'm here to apologize."

"Mu Quan" held the high-heeled glass filled with fine wine, leaned forward and said in a flattering manner:

"Last time in the hospital, I was indeed impulsive, and I shouldn't have taken someone's life in front of you... I'll punish myself with a glass first!"

"Really?"

Yu Xuan took the wine glass and clinked it with it, smiling:

"It doesn't matter, I'm here to take my life."

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Wrong spellings will be corrected first and then corrected.