Rong Qing herself has a divine chaotic spiritual root, or in other words, a full-attribute spiritual root, eight in total, including gold, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, light, and darkness. In other words, she can practice all the spiritual root techniques and spells.
With her current level of cultivation, building a thunderstorm field for body training wasn't difficult. She watched him enter the state of cultivation, complete the process of drawing Qi into his body, and officially embark on his cultivation. After giving him a few words of guidance, she left with peace of mind.
She still has her own things to do, she needs to modify the drawings and design them herself. There are a lot of finished products, so she will be really busy next.
After revising about one-third of the drawings, Rong Qing quickly went to the living room to take the letter written by Jiang Zimo. She then left the space, checked the time on her watch, dressed neatly, and went to the yard. When she saw Aunt Liu, she greeted her and went out.
It took Rong Qing only fifteen minutes to arrive at the hotel where the members of Jiang Zimo's special mission confidentiality team were staying. She stuffed the letter in through the crack of the door, and used her spiritual sense to make sure that the person inside picked up the letter. At the same time, one of the people inside opened the door cautiously and looked around. There was nothing there.
Rong Qing said that it would be strange if you could see me wearing an invisibility cloak. Since it was still early and he was fully equipped, Rong Qing decided to take a good stroll around and try to get back to the Jiang family before 9 o'clock, and then go out to visit Kyoto with Jiang Baobao and the others.
As for strolling around now, it certainly doesn't mean it literally. During the Spring Festival, there is no shortage of those evil spirits and ghosts, those sewer crawlers who try to walk in the sun and do evil. Since Rong Qing has put on the vest of an enthusiastic Chaoyang citizen, he must do his duty and patrol.
After all, those merits were given to me genuinely and I cannot take them for nothing. They will be the perfect protection and help when I become a god in the future.
Her spiritual sense spread out, covering the entire area where she was. Everything was under her control. She quickly marked the locations of the reptiles and moved forward quickly, taking care of them one by one without letting any go. As for the hard work fee, she still had to collect it. She would take what she was entitled to, and the rest would all be handed over to the country.
So early in the morning of that day, seven or eight police stations received the first supplies of the new year, which marked a "good start". The unhappiness of working overtime during the Spring Festival was instantly swept away, leaving only full fighting spirit and endless supplies.
Rong Qing could still hear the police officers sighing:
"The enthusiastic Chaoyang people are truly a good comrade. I really want to hold a commendation meeting for him in an open and aboveboard manner."
"Yes, the higher-ups have already said that they will give him some meritorious service and then hold a grand ceremony to commend this hero behind the people."
She seemed to see an endless supply of merit and faith. Not bad, not bad. She was in an unprecedentedly good mood. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a baby crying "Woo wa, woo wa". The sound was not loud, just like a kitten.
She followed the sound and found a naked little boy, his body blue and blue from the cold, hiding in the snow next to a trash can. This surprised her a little. Isn't this era very patriarchal?
Aren't newborn girls usually abandoned? How did it become a boy?
Rong Qing once again said that she would do one good deed every day, and she was a complete saint. The child was really too pitiful, and it was hard not to feel pity for him. She used her spiritual sense to check and make sure that there was no one around.
She took out a towel from the space, gently picked up the little boy, wiped his body clean, and immediately took out a small blanket made of special material with excellent warmth retention, gently wrapped him up, added two drops of spiritual spring water through her consciousness, made some milk powder, and fed him with it in her hands with a slightly clumsy movement, gently tapping his little nose with her slender fingers:
"You're truly so pitiful. You've had such a tragic fate since you were born. You were supposed to be a pillar of our nation, a future medical genius. I wonder how many diseases you'd have conquered, bringing benefits to all of humanity."
At a glance, she could see all the major events in his life. If she wanted to, she could know the details, but she didn't want to spend too much energy on it. Besides, she really didn't have the hobby of prying into other people's privacy.
The little boy was really well-behaved in her arms, his little mouth sucking on the pacifier hard. The spiritual spring in it could ensure that he would not get sick due to being frozen in the snow in the coldest days of winter. However, in order to leave more powerful evidence, Rong Qing still did not use pills to eliminate the frostbite on his body.
He wouldn't feel any discomfort after drinking the spiritual spring, it would just look scary.
Rong Qing looked at the little boy whose eyelids were twitching as he drank, and tapped his nose again: "Be good, drink enough and go to sleep. You will see your mother when you wake up."
Rong Qing took good care of him to keep him warm, and then carried her to the nearest police station. As soon as he entered the door, he said directly:
"Comrade police officer, I'm calling the police. Someone is maliciously murdering a newborn baby."
Then she told the whole story of how she saw the little boy. As for her statement of malicious murder, it was really too simple. Under normal circumstances, how could she abandon a naked baby next to a trash can and bury it in the snow?
If Rong Qing had not discovered it, the little boy would definitely have died on the first day of the Lunar New Year when thousands of houses were celebrating the Spring Festival with lights on, and would have become a small "ice sculpture" buried under the ice and snow.
The police officer who received her also realized the seriousness of the problem. Rong Qing then told the police the information she knew, half guessing and half telling the truth. He looked at her with some surprise:
"Yes, yes, that does make sense. Thank you very much, comrade, for saving an innocent life and providing us with a direction for investigating the case. We will set out to investigate immediately."
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