no?

It wasn't an order from Xia Runzhong.

Lin Lang suddenly felt relieved.

The military has always been in charge of Xia Runzhong, so who gave the order to "invite" her to attend the meeting?

Lin Lang's eyelids twitched slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "Something happened?" she asked directly.

"I have no right to reveal more." There was an indescribable heaviness in Gu Changqing's tone.

Seeing him avoiding his gaze, Lin Lang felt a chill in his heart - Xia Runzhong might really be in big trouble.

And this big trouble may be related to myself

"Let's go." Lin Lang interrupted the dark clouds swirling in his heart and did not ask any further questions.

The most important thing now is to clarify the situation.

The atmosphere between the two was heavy, as if even the air was filled with tension.

Suddenly, a sharp, terrified scream came from the bottom of the tall building ahead. "Oh my God! Child!" A female voice cut through the silence.

Lin Lang and Gu Changqing looked up at the same time and saw a little child hanging helplessly on the railing outside the 21st floor window.

His young face was twisted with fear, and his little hands desperately grasped the cold iron rod.

The wind blew his thin clothes, swaying like a piece of paper

A group of people had gathered below, pointing and screaming, and some were trying to climb up to rescue.

"Oh, is there anyone here? This baby is about to fall."

"Is there no adult at home?"

"Hey, the kid's mom died a few months ago, and his dad went to work on the construction site, so he couldn't take him with him. So he locked him up at home. But today, he forgot to close the window, and the kid climbed out on his own."

"Save him!" Lin Lang spoke lightly when she heard that it was the child of the workers going to the underground base. Her eyes were fixed on the child hanging in the air.

Gu Changqing nodded slightly, then immediately turned to a burly soldier behind him and said, "Go and save him—"

But before he could finish his words, the child lost his balance, his hands lost their strength, and he fell to the ground in full view of everyone.

The crowd around them screamed in even greater panic and shock, and with the foreseeable tragedy, everyone covered their faces.

But some people also stretched out their hands, one pair, two pairs, three pairs...

These hands try to catch the child falling from the sky.

The rapidly falling child fell through the gap in everyone's hands.

Didn’t pick up the child!

The people who stretched out their hands turned pale, and at the same time, a feeling of pity and grief emerged. They could only close their eyes for fear of witnessing the tragedy.

"It's too late!" Lin Lang's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, she rushed to the bottom of the building at a speed unseen by ordinary people. With a sliding tackle, she stretched out her arms in the air and caught the rapidly falling child.

Just when everyone was grieving, "Wow——" a child's cry made everyone disperse.

I saw a lady wearing a thin white down jacket kneeling on the ground, holding the child in her arms.

The child was unharmed and was crying loudly in the woman's arms, obviously terrified.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

Hidden in the crowd, a man wearing a black sun hat and a dark windbreaker silently recorded the entire process: from Lin Lang's sliding tackle to safely catching the child and then holding him in his arms - every detail was captured clearly by his camera.

Only then did Gu Changqing run to Lin Lang, reach out and hold the child in his arms.

"You..." He tried to say something to express his complex emotions at the moment.

Lin Lang smiled back, "It's okay." She gently stroked the hair of the little boy who hadn't yet fully realized that he was safe, "Don't be afraid."

The crowd around him began to applaud and cheer. "Amazing!" "Hero!" The praises echoed around him.

"The child is safe, let's all go, let's go." The soldiers under Gu Changqing began to evacuate the crowd.

"Send him to the hospital for a check-up, notify his family, and the expenses will be deducted from my card." Gu Changqing sent a soldier to take the child to the hospital for a check-up.

After resolving this emergency, Gu Changqing remained silent all the way.

Soon, the two arrived at the conference room. Gu Changqing was asked to leave, leaving Lin Lang alone. Lin Lang was invited into a room by a staff member.

A musty smell hit me in the face. It was small and cramped. Fortunately, there was sunlight coming in, barely illuminating this space of less than ten square meters.

There were only two stools in the room. Xia Runzhong sat on one of them. The sunlight shone through the glass onto his slightly haggard face, making his shadow very long.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and looked at Lin Lang with a complicated expression.

"Lin Lang." Xia Runzhong spoke in a hoarse voice, "I...you shouldn't have come."

Lin Lang didn't ask why, but interrupted him: "Why are you dressed like this?" She noticed that Xia Runzhong was wearing an ordinary black coat, like an old grandfather next door.

Xia Runzhong smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that either."

"What happened?" Lin Lang asked coldly while sitting on the stool.

"Yunqing has several people who escaped and took your photo to accuse you of murder and having superpowers?" Xia Runzhong said helplessly.

Cloud clear?

Lin Lang buried his head in his hands, frowning.

Why would ordinary people in Yunqing suddenly accuse her? What good would it do them?

The water here is very deep.

Well, then let her see who is really going to sing this drama.

"Ms. Lin, I'm afraid I have implicated you." Xia Runzhong spoke when he saw Lin Lang didn't say anything.

"It's still unclear who has implicated whom. Old Xia..." Lin Lang raised his head and forced a smile.

"Old Xia..." Thinking of the way Lin Lang addressed him, Xia Runzhong's eyes suddenly became firm.

Before the two of them could say much, they were led in an orderly manner by soldiers to a door, behind which was a spacious conference room.

There are a few paintings by unknown authors hanging on the white walls, as if trying to alleviate the depressing atmosphere of this apocalyptic ruin.

The long table was filled with people wearing uniforms of different colors, their epaulettes flashing with badges representing power and responsibility—they were the current eight deacons.

There was a subtle tension in the air.

When Lin Lang stepped into the room, those gazes shot at him like sharp arrows, making it difficult to ignore them.

Lin Lang slowly raised his head, his eyes sweeping over each of the deacons.

Everyone's face has different levels of worry and determination.

But when his eyes fell on the man on the far right wearing a dark suit and with a stern face, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

This person's gaze is the most uncomfortable of all scrutiny.

He sat near the window, the sunlight slanting in from outside casting shadows on his face.

The air seemed to freeze, oppressive and heavy.