Super Species Player

Early in the morning.

Jiang Qian opened the curtains of the hotel bedroom, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and overlooked the bustling commuting scene of the famous business district in Beijing.

Looking back on the gamble he experienced a few days ago, everything seemed like a long time ago. As his identity changed, the people and things around him changed immediately.

Jiang Qian clearly remembered that when his new rank was announced a few days ago, the eyes of the people he once knew looked at him with subtle emotions, which reminded him of the two security guards in his hometown area.

After so many years, perhaps only he knows how much he has changed.

Nowadays, the old city of Jinping has been deserted and has become a barren land to be developed; and he, from a weird kid who was afraid of everyone, was unexpectedly shaped into a guardian who upholds justice and sticks to his mission.

This result is unexpected, and it hides a certain irony: it's like a person who has gone through vicissitudes of life and finally becomes the kind of person he once disliked the most.

In the dark, Jiang Qian saw a little brat with cold eyes, who believed that "If you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth", and cast a contemptuous look at him through the glass window in front of him.

"So early..."

A pair of soft hands came up from behind, wrapped around Jiang Qian's waist through his shirt, and leaned against his back: "Won't you sleep a little longer?"

Having slept late last night, Ye Xiaojing's eyes were sleepy at this moment, as if he was still immersed in the warmth of last night.

Jiang Qian turned around and put his arms around his girlfriend's waist: "No, I have to go out to meet someone today."

"Meet someone?" Ye Xiaojing's eyes became clear.

Their identities and whereabouts were kept secret in Beijing, especially Jiang Qian. Even if someone wanted to meet him, it was often an appointment from within. So when he heard Jiang Qian say that he was going "out" to meet someone, Ye Xiaojing instinctively became alert.

"Don't worry, I have already reported it, it's safe." Jiang Qian smiled.

"......That's good." Ye Xiaojing paused, and finally did not ask.

Speaking of which, Ye Xiaojing's name was not on the list of recruits for the special operations department this time.

The examiner's explanation for this was very ambiguous: it seemed that considering the relationship between the two, in order to avoid adverse effects, appropriate "isolation" was done.

Therefore, Ye Xiaojing retained her original position, and her performance in "Gambling" would be included in the file, and this part of the rights and interests would be realized in other opportunities.

"I'll call room service to prepare some food for you, and clothes to wear... Since you are going out to meet people, you have to dress decently. By the way, what occasion is it, are there any specific requirements for clothing?"

Ye Xiaojing let go of Jiang Qian and started to get busy.

Jiang Qian turned around and leaned against the window, looking at her smart figure thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Jiang Qian did not answer, Ye Xiaojing stopped with a little doubt.

"Nothing, I see that you are becoming more and more a good wife and mother." Jiang Qian smiled.

Ye Xiaojing frowned slightly when he heard this.

She vaguely felt that the term "good wife and good mother" was not a positive evaluation in a relationship, and she tasted a hint of "sigh" from Jiang Qian's half-smile.

The ruthless double-bladed leaf mantis that once frightened the mutant group was now lingering in bed and was laughed at as a "good wife and good mother". Is it a sad and lamentable "sigh"? Or a regretful "regret"...

Thinking of this, she subconsciously replied: "Bai Xiaoxi, the intelligence officer of the headquarters, is the real good wife and good mother, and it doesn't affect her career."

Jiang Qian was stunned for a moment.

Then he reacted and sighed that women's minds are really sensitive and interesting.

That's because family life is not fully satisfied, so they sway the remaining passion in work... Jiang Qian coughed lightly and changed the subject tactfully:

"What gifts should I prepare for meeting elderly friends?"

...

After preparing for a long time, it was already afternoon when I went out.

Jiang Qian got on the business car of Wanzhong headquarters and drove all the way to the "old, broken and small" residential area where Lu Fanni took him last time.

Entering the narrow alley, the car was forced to slow down.

Although he didn't rush to get off work this time, it happened to be the weekend, and there was still a lot of traffic at the entrance of the community. Adults and children hurried by, and grandpas and aunts sat in a row, chatting about everything from family and country to family matters.

Jiang Qian parked the car nearby and made a low-key attack with a few bottles of good wine.

Entering through the side door of the community, he did not enter the residential building, but went directly to the double-story warehouse opposite.

The benefits of having spiritual vision are obvious. Even if you don't need to ring the doorbell, you can know that the target person is not at home, and you can also know that he is doing carpentry work in a remote and deserted warehouse at the moment.

Lu Fanni didn't mention that the god of wine has a hobby of handicrafts, which made Jiang Qian feel a little fresh.

When he was a child, he also loved to play with these little things. Although the categories are different, they have similar interests.

"Are you here?"

The God of Wine did not even turn his head, and continued to fiddle with the wooden pistol in his hand, occasionally using a knife to shave off some excess wood chips, and then polishing it with sandpaper.

The corner beside him was filled with a row of uneven semi-finished wood carvings and bottles and jars filled with various sundries.

"What are you busy with, senior?"

Jiang Qian put all the gifts aside and walked to the old man to take a closer look.

"Just play!" The God of Wine laughed.

He looked a little disrespectful, but Jiang Qian didn't mind at all. After all, he was young and mature, and everyone was not a good person.

"Do you need help?"

"Haha, okay, then help me adjust the color."

The God of Wine was not polite and casually threw a few paint tubes to Jiang Qian, plus a dirty palette. It was probably someone's child who had broken it and didn't want it anymore, so he collected it for a second use.

"This..." Jiang Qian, an amateur, had no idea where to start.

"Oh, yes, use this! I'll teach you..." The God of Wine took out a brush from the glass bottle at his feet and began to instruct Jiang Qian on how to mix colors.

It was hard to say whether these things came from a "clean" source, but Jiang Qian still followed the God of Wine's instructions and started to work on the precarious palette.

The God of Wine cleaned up the sawdust, took another small brush from the glass bottle, dipped it in Jiang Qian's paint, and began to paint the pistol.

This process requires considerable patience. The old man's movements were slow and intoxicated, and he seemed to really enjoy it.

Jiang Qian was also watching and waiting attentively.

They were at the innermost side of the double-story warehouse, close to the high wall that blocked the outside road, and the old trees formed their own ecosystem under the cover. On weekdays, this area is basically untouched.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the God of Wine has unscrupulously placed his strange little gadgets all over the wall.

"Why did you come to me this time?"

Just when Jiang Qian thought that the old artist was intoxicated with his unique craft creation, the opportunity to start a conversation came without warning.

"Of course I came to visit you and listen to your stories from the past." Jiang Qian said immediately.

The God of Wine curled his lips: "Hey, kid is really good at beating around the bush... Didn't I tell you last time? If you don't understand something, go home and find it!"

"I found it and got some results. Thank you for your guidance, God of Wine."

"Any results?" God of Wine narrowed one eye and turned his head to look at Jiang Qian, "What results?"

This question stumped Jiang Qian: Isn't it the way you pointed me to? Why do you have to ask me questions?

But he still answered the question politely: "My father, I know my father's true identity."

The old man has a strange temper, and Jiang Qian is not the first to experience it. If he wanted to hear something real, he had to keep his composure.

"Hey? Real identity!"

The God of Wine looked uninterested and said with a curled lip: "What's the matter, are you proud this time?"

Jiang Qian was slightly startled.

But he immediately realized the "problem", which was his official title.

So he said: "What's there to be proud of... My father who has passed away for many years is actually a big man in a high position. He devoted almost all his life to his beliefs, but left trauma to his family - should I be proud of having such a father?"

This more or less expressed his own thoughts, so that the God of Wine's eyes became much softer when he glanced at him: "Well, that's right. Then what?"

"He left me a treasure map in his hometown, and then I followed the map and went there. There, I learned a little about the past of the previous generation."

The God of Wine was silent for a moment, sighed, and then turned back to continue coloring the wood carving in his hand: "What else?"

"My father and the Dragon God have a special relationship."

The God of Wine paused.

Jiang Qian continued, "I know that you and the Dragon God have a special relationship, so I can only talk to you about some things."

"Heh!"

The God of Wine snorted, lowered his head and blew on the surface of the wood carving that had been colored, and carefully placed it on the outermost side of the row of semi-finished products:

"Don't overestimate me, I know very little about the relationship between your father and the Dragon God! It can be said that since the Dragon God became friends with your father Jiang Xuesong, he seems to have changed. I still don't understand... Why did the Dragon God, who can turn clouds and rain with his hands, become like that?"

"Changed?" Jiang Qian couldn't help but frown.

According to the research on the trip to Shenshan, the Dragon God Yun Zhongshuo established a preliminary friendship with his father through the opportunity of that accidental cooperation after he suffered a serious injury and lost his memory.

Could it be that the so-called "change" of the God of Wine was due to the amnesia in the middle of those years?

Or, did the joint efforts with his father Jiang Xuesong to fight the enemy open up the Dragon God's stubborn and extreme thinking?

Jiang Qian's understanding of the Dragon God is still very limited, and the causes and consequences of many things can only be deduced by logic.

"Yes! Who would have thought that the Dragon God Yun Zhongshuo, the biggest thorn in the eyes of the Orderly Officials, would help the Orderly Officials to participate in the God War? Hahaha..."

"Weren't you also one of the Seven Gods of Ashes, and a thorn in the eyes of the official, and didn't you also participate in that God War later?" Jiang Qian wondered, faintly sensing a hint of something unusual.

"I didn't intervene in the war of gods," the God of Wine suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Qian seriously, "otherwise I wouldn't be alive now."

"..."

"Haha, I was young at that time, and my mind was full of wine and brotherhood!"

The God of Wine slapped his thigh, stood up shakily, and instantly restored his disrespectful demeanor:

"Yun Zhongshuo is my elder brother. When the elder brother raises his arm, I, as a younger brother, can only follow! But the Dragon God is different. He is a dragon among men and a hegemon who dominates one side! He shouldn't be fooled by Jiang Xuesong's words to die, hahahaha..."

The God of Wine laughed sadly, but Jiang Qian was speechless.

He couldn't empathize with the God of Wine's emotions, so he could only say indifferently: "Senior, I am sorry."

"Forget it, it's all in the past!"

The God of Wine waved his hand casually, crouched down and began to organize his bottles and jars and put them back in place.

Then he suddenly asked: "What do you want to ask me?"

Jiang Qian knelt down and clasped his hands, saying, "My father's death. I want to know the true cause of my father's death."

Dionysian was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and did not answer.

Jiang Qian knew that he had asked the right person, so he stared into the eyes of the God of Dionysus and went further:

"Everyone told me that my father died in the War of Gods, but I disagree. If it was to rush to the War of Gods, he clearly had the opportunity to say goodbye to his family. However, in the only memory I have, he 'left' It was so rushed that it didn’t even look like a farewell..."

After hearing this, the Dionysus grinned numbly: "What do you want me to tell you?"

"the truth."

Jiang Qian did not hesitate: "The truth you know."

Behind the bizarre performances there are often even more unexpected truths hidden!

Jiang Qian is a rational person and cannot convince himself to believe unreasonable facts, so he wants to trace the truth of the past.

Before he is about to shoulder the honor of his father and fight for the lawful officialdom, he needs to finally confirm exactly what he is fighting for.

"The truth? Haha..."

Dionysus smiled: "Have you considered how many lives this will involve?"

Jiang Qian's will is like a brand in his pupils: "As long as you are willing to speak, I will do it at any cost."

a long time--

"well!"

Dionysian patted his butt, turned around, and walked toward the side door of the community.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and called Jiang Qian: "Bring the wine!"

There is a way! ...Jiang Qian picked up his things and followed quickly: "Here he comes!"

…

Street beer stall in the evening.

Jiang Qian exchanged glasses with the old man who was one of the Seven Gods of Ashes in the past, and talked about heroes over wine, like two close friends who had forgotten their friendship, and they did not violate peace at all.

The topics they talked about ranged from the beginning of the emergence of the super-species world to the golden age when heroes emerged in large numbers on the eve of the War of Gods; from the ten lawful tribes meeting in the turbulent times to the chaotic heroes with surging undercurrents.

Sometimes I hold my breath in concentration, sometimes I laugh heartily, and sometimes I sigh with great emotion!

The only regret is that the honeycomb props posted on the table have quietly made their conversations look real, so that the "audiences" who occasionally pass by cannot truly understand their surging hearts:

"Think back to those days, Xuesong...your father is really a distinguished and elegant general of the Predator family! In terms of martial arts, strategy, and commanding troops, he is excellent in everything!"

The God of Dionysus was already tipsy, with the mellow fragrance filling his lips and teeth, and his eyes showing enthusiasm that was different from his age:

"Even my opponent can't help but be impressed by his charisma!"

Jiang Qian listened with rapt attention.

He imagined the few memories of getting along with his father, trying to restore the majestic image of a heroic figure according to the description of Dionysus.

"Snapped--"

A peach stone was thrown from the residential building above his head, disturbing Jiang Qian's thoughts...

The walnut landed at the feet of Bacchus, and when it bounced back, it accidentally knocked over the bottle of wine that had just been emptied.

The two of them looked up subconsciously, and saw a familiar young face sticking out from the balcony of a high-rise building, shaking the wooden toy in his hand, smiling and making faces at the God of Dionysus.

"You bastard!" Dionysus yelled, "Let your mother spank you!"

Jiang Qian remembered that this boy was the child who had paid to beg Dionysus to tell a story and was forcibly taken away by his parents.

He also recognized the wooden carving in the boy's hand. He had just experienced that craft in the afternoon.

Probably frightened by the grinning "threat" of the weird old man, the boy retracted his head, then sneaked out and waved to the two people downstairs.

"Haha, this kid... is more naughty than I was when I was a kid!" Dionysus shook his head and sighed.

Jiang Qian could tell that the old man cared about this child, so he took the opportunity to raise a glass: "What a coincidence. Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth."

"Hahaha, well said! Salute to youth!"

Glasses of wine collided, and another round of drinking began.

During the interval, the street stall owner also came to join in the fun and presented a plate full of edamame.

The god of wine was in high spirits, and he accidentally choked while drinking heavily, and suddenly coughed and his face turned red.

"Ahem, cough! Sigh... Now that I can't drink enough, I was really heroic at that time..."

He sighed intermittently:

"Dragon God, me, and your father... ahem! After he resigned from his official position, we often got together and drank all night long. Only when we are drunk can we see our true nature!"

Jiang Qian reached out to pat the old man's back, but his raised hand was held down.

The God of Wine suddenly changed the topic and sighed: "I also thought Xuesong was really serious."

Jiang Qian's eyes were focused, and Dionysus stopped talking at the right time.

There are only a few words that have a clear meaning.

A recent memory popped into Jiang Qian's mind: He remembered that the White Tiger Master had said that his father was authorized by the Predator family to resolutely handle the sacred mountain affairs - in addition, his father also received another task !

However, regarding that "another mission", Venerable White Tiger never mentioned it until the end of that conversation.

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